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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

Swimming Upstream

November 24, 2020 / Shari Baar / 2 Comments

Dear Daughters,

Last week we went to Fish Ladder Park in downtown Grand Rapids. It was a rare t-shirt day in November so we packed a picnic lunch and headed out for a homeschooling excursion.

I’ve read about salmon swimming upstream to spawn and the cement ladders people have built for the salmon to get there when dams block the way, but I had no idea there was a ladder so near our home.

God blessed salmon with an extraordinary sense of smell imprinted from their birth, so they are compelled to go back to their location of origin in order to spawn the next generation. But in order to do so they need to swim upstream for at least 150 miles. Yes, they’re fish and made to swim, but swimming upstream? Those persistent little creatures certainly do not take the easy way.

Swimming upstream.

What does that look like in our society today?

When I arrived home from that pleasant afternoon at the fish ladder, I got thinking about how easy it is to go with the flow. It’s easy to join in the clamor, the quick judgments of Fake News or Not So Fake News (who can tell the difference?) the name-calling, the slander, the accusations and all the volatile words flying around in our society. It’s no effort at all to join in the belligerent choir against everyone who disagrees with us. Yet,

Call out culture is exhausting.

What if we spent more time catching people doing good and less time finding fault?

says Scott Sauls

Catching people doing good. Hmmm… that certainly takes more effort than to criticize and complain, and I think it would definitely be considered swimming upstream in our world today. Living is difficult, and by looking at our current situation it may not get easier any time soon. Because of the constant barrage of media and talking heads I know sometimes it’s tough catching people doing good, but to choose between a pandemic of finding fault and a pandemic of catching people doing good, I will choose the latter.

Swimming upstream in our culture also means giving thanks. During this season when a pandemic of ingratitude and yet another lockdown has arrived in Michigan, it’s so easy to concentrate on what we have lost, what we lack, and the frustration that accompanies so many disappointments. There is much heartache, sickness, loneliness and boredom with yet another Zoom meeting, putting on the masks, social distancing…

Yet we still have so much, and we can choose gratitude in the midst of all the newest executive orders accompanied by the slander and indictments all around. Giving thanks has always been the more difficult way – the swimming upstream way – but it’s also the only way to receive joy.

I pulled out my gratitude journal again last week. I had been verbally giving thanks to God as a daily spiritual discipline, but writing out one gift after another with pen in hand seems to be more permanent. I tend to forget what I say with my mouth, but when writing one word after another, my gratitude journal becomes a book of remembrance. Remembering all the good gifts I enjoyed yesterday, last week, the month before, the year before, and even decades before. We can still give thanks for

hot oatmeal in the morning

the aroma of baking squash in the oven

feeling the grief of death

being able to talk with friends on the phone if not in person

a walk down the lane

opening up a green and red Christmas decoration box

listening to a friend’s sadness

singing a song

remembering the promises and love of Jesus that are the same yesterday, today and forever

I wonder if those salmon swimming up stream ever fear that they may not make it to their birthplace in order to spawn? Since I haven’t studied the emotional fears of fish who swim upstream, I can’t say for sure but one thing I imagine is that they keep their eyes on the end goal. To bring new life to yet more salmon.

What is our goal? I don’t know about yours, but my goal is to become more like Jesus, that my character will be formed by His Spirit and that I will grow and produce the fruit of the Spirit – love, joy, peace, patience, goodness, kindness, gentleness, and self-control. In order to cultivate that fruit I will have to swim upstream and away from the current cultural pandemics of fear, ingratitude, and finding fault.

Swimming upstream is certainly more challenging than floating down with the crowds, but if God gave lowly salmon the desire and ability to go upstream, won’t He also give us the strength to be a light in a dark world by swimming upstream in a world of despair?

Love, Mom

Throwing Clods and the Election

October 29, 2020 / Shari Baar / 4 Comments

Dear Daughters,

One of summer job titles I held as a high schooler was Clod Picker. It was definitely not glamorous, but I earned an income while working the potato harvest in Idaho. The job went like this: A huge potato harvester was brought into the field of ripe potatoes. On top of the harvester was a conveyer belt bringing up stones, dirt clods, sand and potatoes from the land beneath us. My primary job was to discern which were potatoes and which weren’t – tossing out the latter. Difficult as it was, I must have caught on quickly because Mr. Hohnhorst kept me on for the entire harvest.

Oddly enough, as I watch the election process in our country, I am reminded of my summer job decades ago. I am saddened at the judgment and blame that is being tossed from side to side. Stones and dirt clods are thrown around and especially toward those who differ from our opinion.

I have read many op-eds from various viewpoints and I lament that Christians are sounding way too much like the world.

As I remember, Jesus never criticized or condemned Ceaser Augustus, Herod, Pontius Pilate, or any other governing leader of His time. I also don’t recollect anywhere when we as the church are instructed to go out and ridicule, debase, or mock our leaders.

Jesus never disparaged the barbaric Roman government in which He was under authority. He never said,

“Those Romans, they are the most unjust, deplorable people ever. They uphold racism, have no respect for life, taxes are out of control, in fact the old man King Herod even tried to kill me when I was a baby, causing me and my family to become refugees and flee to Egypt.”

Instead, He told his followers to pay their taxes without complaining:

Give Caesar what is Caesar’s and God what is God’s.

The Roman government completely ignored Jesus of Nazareth, except when he was born, and when he was sentenced to death. At his death they were stand offish, washing their hands of the situation or simply looking for a fascinating miracle to be performed in their presence.

Jesus knew He belonged to another kingdom, not of this world. His kingdom was one of self-sacrifice, humility and love, and He Himself was under the authority of His Father the True King. He prayed for wisdom, trusted his Father and went about doing good, obediently as the Son of God.

I wonder what this world would look like if instead of judging, slandering and dissecting every news clip, we prayed for those in authority over us as instructed in the Paul’s letter to Timothy:

I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them, intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them. Pray this way for Kings and all who are in authority so that we can live peaceful and quiet lives, marked by godliness and dignity. This is good and pleases God our Savior…

And also in his letter to Titus:

Be subject to rulers and authorities, obedient, ready to do whatever is good. Slander no one, be peaceable and considerate, showing true humility toward all men.

The Bible is quite surprising and intrusive with its use of the word all. We are instructed to pray for all those who are in positions of authority over us, just as we are to show true humility toward all. Unfortunately, there are no exceptions given for anyone any time.

As Ravi Zacharias has so practically stated:

When you throw mud at someone else, you not only get your hands dirty,

but you lose ground.

We all have different opinions and are quick to malign those who disagree with us, but we must remember that it is the same God and Father who created us all. We are different colors, have different beliefs, different enjoy different food types, have experienced different parents and lifestyles – yet we are all made in the Image of God.

I am reminded of a quote by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr:

The real problem is that through our scientific genius we’ve made of the world a neighborhood, but through our moral and spiritual genius we’ve failed to make of it a brotherhood.

Our social media tells us we are the most connected people in the history of the world. That may be true, but only in the electronic realm. Our hearts are far from each other, far from unity, far from caring about people who differ from our beliefs.

Now as Christians, if we are a part of another Kingdom – the Kingdom of Heaven – shouldn’t we behave differently from the ways of the Kingdom of the United States of America?

I wonder – if we started humbling ourselves, confessing our own sins instead of pointing out those of others, praying for those in authority, caring for the weak – what change would occur in our country?

I’m willing to do my part, will you join me?

Love, Mom

Photosynthesis and Rest

October 20, 2020 / Shari Baar / 2 Comments

Dear Daughters,

It’s a beautiful time of year to arrive back in the colorful state of Michigan. After being here for almost a month, my eyes never tire of the brilliant yellow, radiant red and every foliage shade in between. Some days the skies are blue, sometimes gray, yet the leaves brighten up even a dreary rainy day of clouds.

Moving is hard work, I don’t care what anyone says. Packing up, making decisions, saying good-bye and driving cross country is a challenge. Some days tempers flare, misunderstandings erupt, and differences of opinion on which stuff is important and which is not. A few days ago someone told me the cardinal rule for her and her husband is to let go of anything said 30 days before and 30 days after a move – which sounds quite sensible at this point.

So now we’re here and still many decisions need to be made, accounts need to be opened, learning where the stores are – still plenty to think about – yet the deadline is over, the boxes wait patiently to be opened and emptied. There is now rest of sorts. Not total and complete rest, but rest in a renewal sort of way. There is family to reconnect with, new friends to make, relationships to deepen, which is in some ways the same, yet different from our Idaho way of life.

A few days ago, I was reading about the miracle of photosynthesis. I confess I don’t remember much from my science classes decades ago, but I do remember the word, and having something to do with leaves changing color in autumn.

Apparently, during the winter there isn’t enough water and light for producing food, so the trees take a rest. As they do, the green chlorophyll disappears from the leaves revealing bits of yellow and orange that have been there all along. We just can’t see those colors in the summer because they are covered up by the green.

I find it fascinating how bright and beautiful colors come only when efficiency shuts down.

Shutting down.

Resting.

Many people in our society view productivity as the only way to show our worth, prove we are capable of earning our way. Demonstrate that we are worth the air we breathe, verify the validity of our existence here on the planet.

Jesus always took time to rest. In fact, thousands of years ago God commanded that we rest one day a week. How gracious. He knows our humanity is not able to keep on going and going and still be able to create, restore and renew.

Some of my most healing times have come when I rest. Simply laying on the couch, chatting with a friend, reading a book, journaling. It is only then, when I slow down, ask God for wisdom and listen to His voice, that I can be revived. It is true that much of my resting time comes uninvited, some days I have no choice, yet my most renewing times have come when my activity comes to a halt.

Unless we take time to sit in silence, ponder the big picture and seek God’s wisdom, we will continue to be busy busy busy, yet feel more ragged, drained and critical.

Remember to rest, let your productivity lessen, and allow the beautiful fall colors to be seen in you.

Love, Mom

Farewell to Idaho

September 13, 2020 / Shari Baar / 14 Comments

Dear Daughters,

Once again I am in the middle of boxes, piles, decisions, and emotions. Boxes of things to be thrown out or given away, piles of memories to be sorted through, decisions of what goes where, and emotions scattered all across the landscape.

After living for almost six years in the beautiful state of Idaho, learning to be caretakers for Grandma and Grandpa and sitting with them as they took their final breaths, we are almost packed up and ready to move back to Michigan. It’s difficult to leave after finding new friends, renewing ties with so many relatives, and experiencing the many challenges connected with the end of the precious lives of my parents.

Even though we have moved over 10 times in our marriage, it never gets easier. I have said hello and good-bye to more friends than I can remember, and every time there are tears of farewell, tears of remorse for what I have lost, a breaking heart for what could have been and wasn’t.

I guess I could have chosen not to love. Not to open my heart to new friends, new experiences, a different culture and landscape. But that alternative doesn’t look at all pleasant to me. Because I dislike the grief of saying that dreaded word good-bye, perhaps I should simply say,

God be with you till we meet again.

As CS Lewis wrote many years ago:

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

So we leave with heavy hearts, joy-filled hearts, broken hearts and hearts full of anticipation to what God has in store for us in Michigan. It will be lovely to live near all of you our daughters and families, while at the same time looking forward to friends we will come to know and love as well.

I am reminded of the beauty and struggle of faithfulness, highlighted in marriage, as we prepare to move. Though Dad and I have had arguments during the process of this move – differing opinions of what stays what gets thrown away and what comes with us, we fought for love, for understanding and for grace – a battle not easily won, but so worth the fight.

The rugged beauty of Idaho parallels my emotions throughout the years we’ve spent here. There are dry dusty deserts, high beautiful mountains, lush fertile valleys, slow snaking rivers alongside brilliant cascading waterfalls, all typically accompanied by azure blue skies.

There have been times I’ve felt dry and desolate as I watched Grandpa and Grandma fail and eventually breathe their last …

The mountaintop times of celebrating new friendships and then loss as I’ve watched those same friends move away…

Learning to trust God in the valleys, walking through previously uncharted territory when dealing with dementia in Grandma, becoming a mother figure to my own mom…

The simple pleasures of picking grapes, blackberries, apples, plums, cherries and roses all because of Grandpa’s vision of planting a small twig of a tree or a grapevine knowing someday it would yield a bountiful harvest…

Watching the careful pruning Grandpa would always do in his garden, knowing that old wild vines and overgrown trees would never grow beautiful fruit. They had to be trimmed, the old limbs cut off till it sometimes looked as if they were hopelessly dead, yet in just a little while new green shoots and leaves would be flourishing…

So much to learn in this cycle of life, of living, growing and dying – yet, all the while knowing that Jesus is walking ahead of us, a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path, leading the way he has planned for us to go.

God is good and His will is that we live responsibly today and trust Him for tomorrow. It’s hard, it hurts, but I know it’s the only way that will bring joy. So, to my dear friends I’m leaving in Idaho and have yet to meet in Michigan,

May the road rise to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back

The sun shine warm upon your face

The wind blow soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

(The Old Irish Blessing)

Love, Mom

Sunflowers Among Sagebrush

September 6, 2020 / Shari Baar / 6 Comments

Dear Daughters,

When Dad and I were in Idaho, we drove out to the Camas Prairie, a wilderness where there are lots more cattle than people. There’s probably a lot more acreage than the number of residents as well. Deciding to take a shortcut to our destination, we turned onto a dusty dirt road – of which there are many in Idaho.

We drove for miles and miles seeing mostly sagebrush, lava, unadorned mountains and rocks. It’s a lovely desolate drive and quite diverse from the valley in which we used to live, so we drove bumpity-bump along a slightly graveled road, enjoying the bare dry desert.

Suddenly we came upon the prettiest little sunflowers lining that dry simple road. I was shocked and amazed, wondering how there was enough moisture for them to grow in this parched, deserted country. Seeing these flowers in the midst of an otherwise barren land was such a delight and brought a smile to my face as I wondered how the seeds ever received enough water to flourish on the sides of the road, bringing beauty and color to the Camas Prairie.

As we continued to travel, the sagebrush, dirt and rocks reminded me of the culture we are now living in daily. It has become a culture of outrage, a culture of desolation, everyone wanting their opinion to be heard, harsh answers, brutal judgments of others – a cancel culture. Sadly, many believe,

If you don’t agree with me, I will cancel you as a person, I will cut you out of my life and count you as non-human with no value whatsoever.

Once we start thinking of people in this manner, we are basically throwing rocks and dirt at each other. It’s unpleasant, ugly, dangerous and divisive. Whenever a person is labeled only as part of an ethnic people group, a religious ideology or a certain political leaning, we have certifiably canceled them as a human being.

Every society creates dividing lines among people groups, categorizing them into hierarchies of importance according to the powers that be. We have all created caste systems in our own minds which are often acted out toward those we deem worthy or not worthy of our acceptance.

Jesus had 12 disciples and there was incredible diversity within that group of men. Four were blue collar workers (fishermen), one was a tax collector working for the Roman government (think IRS), another was a Zealot – usually from a political party desiring to get out from under Roman rule. Diverse, yet learning to become united under Jesus, they grew in unity. Yes they had their disagreements, some thinking they were better than the others – they were typical humans. But Jesus taught them how to love each other and those who were not like them in belief or ethnicity – the weak, the sick, the blind, the sex-workers and the forgotten. Anyone who was human and came near Jesus was treated with dignity.

In his book, A Gentle Answer, Scott Sauls reminds us that Jesus loved us at our worst and if we are followers of Jesus, we are commanded to love others at their worst. He says,

Jesus has been gentle toward us, so we have good reason to become gentle toward others, including those who treat us like enemies. “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of Your Father who is in heaven.” Matt. 5:43-45. Because Jesus has covered all of our offenses, we can be among the least offensive and the least offended people in the world. This is the way of the gentle answer.

Having a gentle answer has nothing to do with being weak. Weakness is often shown in destruction and trauma to other people’s bodies and physical property. Weakness is using intimidation and wrath, harming others with words, belittling someone who disagrees with you. Anyone can let anger overtake their emotions and act out in violence, destroying with rage anything in their path. It’s easy to criticize and tear down.

Speaking a gentle answer, especially toward those you disagree with, takes an incredible amount of restraint, a strength that requires the deepest and most courageous kind of faith. A faith that ultimately believes in the justice of God, that He will work good out of evil – but in His time, not ours.

Seeing those delicate beautiful sunflowers among all the dry and brittle sage brush is a reminder of what kind words and a gentle answer look like in our culture of shouting opinions and judgments on others. We have no power to change anyone’s opinion or ideology, especially not by belittling and mocking but we do have power to change ourselves and give a respectful and kind response to whatever words come our way.

Lord, give us strength to give a gentle answer and become sunflowers in a desert wasteland.

Love, Mom

Anxiety and the Old Testament

July 17, 2020 / Shari Baar / 2 Comments

Dear Daughters,

I used to be embarrassed by the Old Testament. With all the traumatic events mentioned during those thousands of years – murder, sexual exploitation, military invasions, natural disasters, political scandals, family dysfunction – I used to think it was all a bit too racy to be included in a holy book. I remember pondering,

If I were God and wanted people to love and believe in me, I would have sanitized those stories, made them a bit more neat and tidy, kept out the ugliest sections…

Good thing I’m not God…

The older I get and the more time I spend reading the Old Testament, the more I’m amazed at how comforting it is to read about people who have lived through dreadful life stories and have come through with even greater trust in their Creator.

Take Abraham and the promise God gave him when he was 75 years old – that he would become the father of many nations. It finally happened when he was 100 – impatiently waiting for a promise that took 25 years to fulfill. In the meantime, there was strife in the household as Abraham and his barren wife Sarah tried to help God out by having Abraham sleep with her maidservant and birth a child using their own wisdom. Which, by the way, made a big mess out of the original plan. Yet, as God always does, he brings good out of evil and his promises do come to pass – not a moment too soon or too late.

And then there’s Moses. When God chose him to deliver His people from slavery in Egypt, he gave God every possible reason why he shouldn’t be the one. He was not an orator, he was scared, nervous and tried to convince God to choose someone else. Moses had murdered an Egyptian 40 years earlier and had extreme fear and trembling, unconvinced he was the one to lead a million people cross-country through the desert. Yet, he reluctantly agreed. God showed up when He said he would, working through Moses with his brother Aaron as his mouthpiece, and the rest is 40 years of desert history.

Remember Naomi, the widow who lost not only her husband but both sons to death within about ten years? She asked others to call her Mara, meaning bitter, instead of Naomi, which means pleasant:

The Strong one has dealt me a bitter blow. I left here [Bethlehem] full of life and God has brought me back with nothing but the clothes on my back. Why would you call me Naomi? God certainly doesn’t. The Strong One ruined me. Ruth 1:20

She was acrimonious toward God, resentful, and near hopeless. Amazing to me, God allowed those words of hers to be recorded for millions of others to read. Even though she had given up on God, He had not given up on her and had planned a good ending for the tragic story she was living. When she returned to her home in Bethlehem along with her daughter-in-law Ruth, God provided a husband for Ruth, who in turn gave birth to a son – Naomi’s grandson – who ended up becoming an ancestor of King David and was named in the genealogy of Jesus Christ.

God loved Naomi back to life again. She was no longer bitter and empty, but became full and satisfied. It took years of heartache, honesty, pain and a long obedience in the same direction, but she was healed of her grief.

God isn’t afraid of letting it be known publicly that his people sometimes don’t trust him. He’s not ashamed that he is perceived as harsh, unfair and demanding. He lets us speak our emotions, even though they may not be the truth about who he is. Yet he humbly conceals Himself as he works all things together for good – to those who love him. As CS Lewis writes:

We may ignore but we can in no way evade the presence of God.

The world is crowded with him.

He walks everywhere incognito.

My friend Kara’s favorite story in the OT is about Samson. Samson the womanizer, the royal screw-up, the proud and arrogant man who disobeyed God and lived a haughty and egotistical life. Yet in the end he was humbled and God was able to do mighty things through him.

Samson is the last Biblical person I would admire, yet that story gave my friend great hope that even with all her failures and sin, God has and is still redeeming her life in amazing ways. His mercies never fail, He never gives up on us.

Whenever we read Facebook or Instagram posts of seemingly perfect people and families, taken at a moment of peace and success, we seem to assume this is everyday normal for them. The Old Testament, however, shows characters as real people – their struggles, weaknesses, failures and joys – and how God works through all of them to bring about good to those who will receive it. For me, the stories remove anxiety because it’s not the people themselves who pose as heroes but are shown for who they are, as fallen humans in the hands of a merciful God.

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.

Isaiah 41:10

These stories give me great confidence. When I see how God has worked through all those people of old, how He was never in a hurry, how He continued to forgive, how His love was and is so long-suffering and patient – it gives me hope. It helps me to trust and believe that God is who he says he is, He keeps his promises. He is the same yesterday, today and forever.

When I look at all the uncertainty of our age, the virus, the anger and divisions between people groups, the pandemic of fear and anxiety trying to infect us all – I stop and read these stories. I read and re-read them, and it brings me peace. This is not the first time the world has been a tough place to live and it won’t be the last – there is indeed nothing new under the sun.

Take heart and know God cares about you, just like he has cared about all those people living thousands of years ago. He has not forgotten you, he has not forgotten about us as His people. He’s working through all of us – together.

Give all your worries and cares to God,

for he cares about you.

1 Peter 5:7

Love, Mom

The Symphony is Over

June 21, 2020 / Shari Baar / 5 Comments

Dear Daughters,

The music is over. Taps has been played, the dirt has been shoveled on the casket, we have all said our goodbyes. Tears have flowed, hugs given, the scent of fragrant flowers and memories still lingering as we left the cemetery.

Six weeks ago, Grandpa said the same thing he has said numerous times during the last few years:

I’m going downhill like a rocket.

Inevitably the next days he would improve and we would continue on with our song of life. So it was no surprise when he commented about the rocket again. The only difference being that this time he didn’t improve.

Hospice came to the house and gave him military honors, Chaplain Dick presenting Grandpa with a certificate thanking him for his service in World War II. Tawnya, Jean and Dick – all from Hospice – videotaped a Life Review as I asked questions and he willingly told stories.

Grandpa’s heart was tired, it had served him faithfully for 94 years but grew steadily weaker by the day.

My memories of you four girls calling just a few hours before Grandpa died, will forever be in my heart. We had planned for your singing at 8:30 Monday evening, but I didn’t think he would live that long. Fifteen minutes later you were on the phone, singing:

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost but now I’m found,

Was blind but now I see.

How beautiful hearing the melody along with tears and wavering voices for several more verses. And then, as Grandma would always have it, we just had to modulate to the next step higher. Whenever Grandma would play hymns on the piano she could never stay in the same key – we always had to go higher and with more intensity.

The last verse was the final anthem he heard in his life here on earth:

When we’ve been there 10,000 years

Bright shining as the sun.

We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise

Then when we first began….

Grandpa had not spoken or opened his eyes for over 12 hours, but when he heard your voices his eyes fluttered open momentarily. He was breathing slowly but steadily. Two hours later he was gone.

The celebration of life at church was beautiful:

Amazing Grace

I Can Only Imagine…

Wind Beneath My Wings

I’ll Fly Away

The Dutch song Lang Zal se Leven

And finally,

The Hallelujah Chorus

Every night when Dad and I would come home after a day away, Grandpa would say

I’m glad you’re home Shari.

We would leave a few days a week, leaving Grandpa in the care of friends and helpers. And every time we would come home his remark was always the same:

Shari, I’m glad you’re home.

And now, after five and a half years of Grandpa saying that to me, I can say to him:

I’m glad you’re home, Dad.

Love, Mom

Branches and Trees

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A Weary World Rejoices

Swimming Upstream

Throwing Clods and the Election

Photosynthesis and Rest

Farewell to Idaho

Sunflowers Among Sagebrush

Anxiety and the Old Testament

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