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S. A. J. Lyttek, a multiple award-winning writer, always loved writing, but didn’t arrive at the profession in the typical manner. After college and graduate school, she plunged into government consulting. In this environment, she discovered a knack for writing tests, interviews and other measurements. That soon became the focus of her career—reigniting her love for the written word. Thus captivated, she spent evenings freelancing “fun” writing including short stories, poems, articles and cards. When her eldest was a toddler, she quit full-time work to stay home and write. Eager to spend more time with her children, homeschooling intrigued her. From preschool through high school, she homeschooled both sons while continuing to freelance. While an integral part of the homeschooling community, she developed and taught writing classes to a generation of homeschoolers. Married to her childhood sweetheart, Gary, Mrs. Lyttek loves to share her commitment to learners of all ages and her fascination with the written word.
Psalm 78: 1-4 My people, hear my instruction;
listen to what I say.
I will declare wise sayings;
I will speak mysteries from the past—
things we have heard and known
and that our fathers have passed down to us.
We must not hide them from their children,
but must tell a future generation
the praises of the Lord,
His might, and the wonderful works
He has performed. (HCSB)
According to the list of messianic prophecies I use as a reference, this passage of Scripture foretells Jesus’ use of parables when he taught.
As a storyteller myself, I love that about my Lord. He used tales—both real and imagined—to make his points and share his messages. Sometimes the story meanings were obvious; sometimes they needed explanation. But no matter the day or the message, he could think of an illustration to make his point.
I think this is part of the reason children wanted to be near Jesus. They knew that around him, it was always story time!
John says in his gospel that he couldn’t include everything Jesus said and did. It was just too much. I imagine that goes for the parables, too. I like to think that Christian writers, when they write prayerfully and in submission to God, simply write the unrecorded tales of Jesus. Can’t you just imagine Jesus pulling the young ones about Himself and telling them stories of Narnia?
Christ wasn’t the only person in the Bible to use parables, but we have more of his. Many more. So taking that and John’s qualification into account, there’s no telling how many he actually related and how many he was asked to repeat.
But isn’t that what happens with the best stories? We listen to them over and over again. We pick up those books to relive the adventure. We ask for our friends and relative, “Can you tell me again about the time…?”
Around the holidays, when we gather together with people we seldom see, it is even more so a time for the old stories. It is a time to preserve the memories of those we love and savor the journeys of those who came before us. As we recount the days of Herod the King and Caesar Augustus, we can also remember Christmases in more recent pasts. Some of these stories have their own lessons—like stressing over the perfect Christmas and then ending up with the flu, or dreading a season of financial strain only to find that the blessings were more than enough. These repeated tales do more than teach us, they minister to us, comfort us, and remind us of God’s ongoing presence in our lives.
Even more so with Jesus’ parables. Or Jesus himself. The creator of all story, and the greatest story of all, the word incarnate can bless you today with the true spirit of Christmas!
You Were There at Christmas
Were you there, friend?
Were you there at His birth?
Did you see God born
To Mary in the stable?
Did you hear the angels
Up in the night
Sing their praises and hallelujahs
To the Lord on High?
Were you there, friend?
Were you there to see wise seekers
Bring to the newborn child
Such valuable things--
As frankincense, myrrh,
And even pure gold?
Were you there, friend?
Or is it just a story to you?
If the child lives in your soul,
You were there.
You were there.
Were you there with shepherds in the cold
While taxpayers nestled in inns?
If the child knows your heart
You were there.
You were there!
Merry Christmas!
Welcome to Advent!
I have always loved the two traditional church seasons of Advent and Lent. Both prepare you for the momentous events in Christian history. Advent prepares you for the idea of God coming to earth as a human being. Lent prepares you for the idea of God making the sacrifice you cannot and making a way to heaven.
I first fell in love with the book of Isaiah during one Advent. That year my dad announced that we were doing a family Advent study. I groaned and complained. I think I groaned and complained every night because that’s the kind of kid I was. But doing that study allowed the words of Isaiah to penetrate deep in my heart. And later, when I came to faith, they percolated back up and resonated with me. It is still my favorite book of all Scripture.
I just read that Isaiah is quoted more than any other book in the New Testament, except Psalms. (So, Psalms is number 1 and Isaiah is number 2.) But that is direct quotations. It is alluded to often as well.
Why is that?
Isaiah spends much of its pages talking about the Messiah, both in his first coming and his return. It also speaks to the role of Israel as God intended and the role they will eventually fulfill. As I have mentioned in other blog posts over the years, some scholars call it the summary of the Bible since it addresses all the themes. As the Bible has 66 books, Isaiah has 66 chapters. As the Bible has prophecy, poetry, and history, so does Isaiah.
And the main theme running throughout Isaiah is the same as the main theme of the Bible itself. Mankind is sinful and fallen. They cannot make things right between them and God. So, it is up to God himself to step into history and restore the connection, make a way. But it will be costly on His side and free on ours.
In Isaiah we learn a lot about the character and characteristics of Jesus. Within its pages, we learn that he is the Chosen of God, the Commander of God’s Army, the Covenant for the People, the Eternal Father, Wonderful Counselor, the Lawgiver, the Everlasting Light, the Light to the Nations, the Man of Suffering, Mighty God, Prince of Peace, Redeemer, the Rock that makes men stumble, the Root of Jesse, the suffering Servant, and the Witness, to name a few of the titles it gives him. We also learn that he will lead nations to repentance, that he’s a light in the darkness, born of a virgin, of the house and lineage of David, will destroy death, and make the blind see and the deaf hear. That’s only the first five prophecies in my glossary from Isaiah.
What else does Isaiah have to tell us about Jesus’ first coming? He will heal the needy (Isaiah 35), care for his own like a shepherd (Isaiah 40), be flogged and spit upon (Isaiah 50), and crucified (hung upon a tree) with sinners (Isaiah 53). In fact, you can trace the majority of the passion week in chapter 53 of Isaiah.
Only yesterday I spoke again about my two favorite people from the birth of Jesus account in Luke: Anna and Simeon. And Simeon, based on his praise and prayer alone, was steeped in the words of the prophet Isaiah. Because of Isaiah, Simeon did not suffer from the preconceived notions about the Messiah that most of the Jews, particularly the pharisees, did at that time.
Knowing Isaiah kept Simeon’s focus in line with God’s. It allowed him to see truth. And I think it’s the best thing for us, even today, to keep Christmas in perspective.
Don’t get me wrong. I love and appreciate all of Scripture, but I truly believe that with one of the Gospels and the book of Isaiah, a person could learn everything they needed to know about Jesus. They would know why he came, what he did, and why he did it.
They would also know that he is coming again one day.
In 1 Thessalonians, it says we are to give thanks in all circumstances. There is always something to thank God for. In a trial, what we are learning. In ill health, we are still alive to share the love of God. At the pinnacle of blessing, because we know every bit of it comes from God.
There are so many things we forget to thank God for. This Thanksgiving (tomorrow as I post this), I challenge each of you to write a Thanksgiving to God. Thank him for what you usually discount as unimportant or overly obvious. Thank him for things you think you shouldn’t be thankful for even. Thank him for things that are beyond you, as well as tiny things that you think you can handle. An example follows:
All-wonderful God, thank you for giving me life. Thank you for the thoughts that dart about my head. Thank you for the neural connectors and other intricacies I don’t understand that allow me to think, pray, plan, and dream.
Thank you, benevolent Lord, for giving me the things I need--which are not always the things I want. Thank you that I am not tremendously successful for you know that it would go to my head. Thank you that I do not have wealth as this country defines it, for I am already too wealthy as the rest of the world defines it. Thank you, too, that you even allow me some of my wants and allow me extra to share with others.
Thank you, Abba God, for giving me people in my life who rub me the wrong way or oppose me openly. Their presence refines me, makes me sharper and increases my reliance upon you and your truths. If all loved me and adored me, when would I turn to you?
Thank you, oh so very much, for allowing me to fail. I would be lying if I claimed I didn’t want to succeed every single time I ventured into something new, but constant success would swell my ego and take away the close dependence upon you. In the eyes of failure, you let me see new doors and windows open. In the eyes of failure, you redefine my worth as your child, not your achiever. Remind me, through the pain of messing up that you love me simply because I love you and nothing I can do, say, or live will add one iota to your devotion.
Thank you for creating time. It wasn’t anything you needed, but you began by creating morning and evening so that we could function within the scope of a day or a moment. You may, as C.S. Lewis said of Aslan, call all times soon, but we cannot. We call all times now. Thank you for the now, the moment, where I can work for you, rest in your presence, glorify you, or even, sinfully pursue my own way. Each now, that is the choice you have laid before me and I thank you for it.
Thank you for your great plan--and the wonder of wonders that you included me in it. As David said before me, “What am I that you are mindful of me?” Thank you that your way is not easy, for day by day I am getting stronger and more like you. And because of your sacrifice, the burdens are light--when I rely on you. Thank you that you give a way out of every trial, temptation and testing, even when I fully deserve the pain.
Thank you for the hints of your original, and perfect, creation within the world that I see daily. Thank you for the Fibonacci sequence that allows me to see variations of beauty. Thank you for the intricacies of my eye, that you created, which allows me to perceive the world around me—good and evil.
Finally, thank you for you. Without you in my life, God, all the blessing I seek would be meaningless. As Solomon, a much wiser human than I said, it would be chasing after the wind. So, I thank you for giving me a second life—born into a life of purpose and You.
Luke 2:36-38 There was also a prophetess, Anna, a daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was well along in years, having lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, and was a widow for 84 years. She did not leave the temple complex, serving God night and day with fasting and prayers. At that very moment, she came up and began to thank God and to speak about Him to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem. (HCSB)
Several years ago, I spent sixty days walking alongside Anna. The experience and the research amazed me and filled me with wonder about the intensely personal involvement of God in one woman’s life.
I learned a bit of what it was like to be a widow in her time. It’s hard to imagine such a dependent position. She lived the words that we call “the Lord’s Prayer” before Jesus uttered it in response to the disciples’ question. When she asked for daily bread, she knew it could only come through God. The account says she fasted and I have to wonder how many times she did without unintentionally and simply decided to focus on God since she was already without food. Since she didn’t leave the temple, essentially residing there as a sanctuary, it raises questions about what might happen to her (or could’ve happened to her as a young widow) outside of its walls.
I delved into the touch of God upon her family tree—preservation of the line of Asher through the repentance of a few obedient families and the call of King Hezekiah to worship. Through her eyes, I imagined the construction of Herod’s temple and how she lived among the rubble and building projects. Reading the few short verses, I could almost see the priests, scribes and Levites who walked past her day in and day out. Did some help her and provide her bread? Did some hire her to minister to visitors to the women’s court so that she could earn her provisions that way?
More importantly, though, that time, those sixty days, included a survey of the Scriptures that Anna might have heard as people worshipped about her, particularly Scriptures that prophesied and fueled Anna’s passion and hunger for the redemption of Jerusalem. She was on the lookout for the redemption of Jerusalem and all the people of Israel. With heightened awareness and interest, she was available to notice the Messiah when he showed up in front of her as a young baby.
‘That very moment’, whatever moment it might be, or might have been, Anna would speak to anyone who would listen about the promised Messiah, the hope of Israel. She spoke of Him—first of the promise before she saw the babe, but then of Jesus himself once she knew.
Remember, Anna knew. Whether through prophecy, divine insight, meeting with people who came to the temple, or a combination of all of these, Anna knew that Jesus was the Christ. It was because she acknowledged the fact that she spoke to all.
And Anna spoke up, confirming what Simeon said, while his words still echoed in the minds and hearts of those present. Her confirmation acted as the two-fold witness, the legal testimony that Jesus was who Simeon claimed.
Only those who longed for the redemption heard, but that didn’t stop her from speaking.
Nor should it stop us in our day. We have the whole of Scripture at our disposal. On this day, then a week from now on Christmas Day, then every day as long as we live in anticipation of the next coming, let us speak of the true redemption of Jerusalem in that future and perfect world.
Amen! Come, Lord Jesus.