how we keep the house

A dream woke me up at 5 am.

I had fallen asleep praying for a loved one who seems to be drifting in the last few years, and the next thing I knew, my heart was loud while the room was dark and quiet, and the Lord was telling me, Remember, and share this.

how we keep the house: a dream and a warning for the Church

So here goes.

I dreamt of a being in a house I’ve never been to. Most of the kids were with me and there were hills around; my husband and other men were outside, scouting and guarding the area.

We knew we were about to be attacked, that enemies were attempting to invade us. My job was to go along the inside of the house and lock all the doors and windows.

A young man was with me, like my son but not my son. But in my dream I knew he was my right hand man, the one I was relying on the most, as though the men had assigned him to stay with me and the kids for protection and help.

I went down the long, skinny hallway, shutting windows and locking doors until I got to a door that was stuck and wouldn’t latch. I called the young man over to help me and he shut it, and then he went down the hall ahead of me to take care of the rest. But as I followed him with one of my little boys, I noticed the next window was left partly open, and one of the doors wasn’t closed all the way. The young man was increasingly unreliable as he went down the hall toward the end of the house.

The hallway ended with two glass doors that made up the wall of that side of the house. The doors were supposed to meet in the middle and latch, but the glass was cracked and had been cheaply fixed with clear packing tape.

And the doors were still open. The young man was standing in the doorway with my seven-year-old son, and I could see the horde of raiders with weapons coming, running through the woods right toward us.

They had flanked, and were going to attack the back of the house first.

A small shelf of handmade weapons was nearby. Some were worthless cardboard, like children’s toys, but others were knives and hatchets, and I grabbed one of those. But the doors were still open, and my seven year old was standing with the young man, watching them come. They weren’t shutting the doors; they were transfixed on watching the coming onslaught. I kept telling them “Shut the doors! Shut the doors!” and they just stood there.

I grabbed my son and threw him behind me, but the young man was larger than me and in the way; I could not close the doors without him moving.

The first raider reached us with the others right behind him, and he stretched his arm up through the doorway, getting ready to climb in.

And I woke up, but my thoughts finished the dream for me: I knew I would have to kill the invader as he tried coming into the house.

Yeah. Wow, I know, that’s not the normal stuff I share here. As I laid there trying to figure it out, the Lord reminded me that I fell asleep praying for that loved one who has been turning lukewarm, losing vision, tired of the fight. And then I had this dream about the young man, meant to be relied upon to stand and fight and defend. And at first he was reliable, but the further he went into the mission, the less effective he became until he was basically deadened and stupefied, putting the rest of us in danger.

And this is a picture of some in the Church right now who have called themselves Christians for decades.

In the beginning of the reign of Jehoiakim the son of Josiah, king of Judah, this word came from the Lord: “Thus says the Lord: Stand in the court of the Lord‘s house, and speak to all the cities of Judah that come to worship in the house of the Lord all the words that I command you to speak to them; do not hold back a word. It may be they will listen, and every one turn from his evil way, that I may relent of the disaster that I intend to do to them because of their evil deeds. You shall say to them, ‘Thus says the Lord: If you will not listen to me, to walk in my law that I have set before you, and to listen to the words of my servants the prophets whom I send to you urgently, though you have not listened, then I will make this house like Shiloh, and I will make this city a curse for all the nations of the earth.’”

– Jeremiah 26:1-6

It’s easy to write this off as a passage for non-believers, but it’s not. It’s for those who went to the court of the Lord’s house, to all the cities that come to worship in the house of the Lord. It’s for us, the Church.

We have neglected to keep the house, and we need to repent and restore it.

At every pivotal moment in history there have been those who stood by, not wanting to take a stand as evil overtook the institutions and culture of the land. Their discernment and action were dulled and useless because they chose comfort over obedience. They feared man more than they feared God. They worshipped themselves instead of the Creator.

Christians, friends, Church: We have been living in one of those pivotal moments for years now, and the boat needs to rock.

Too many are placidly standing my, flirting with popularity, worshiping ease, drifting lazy fingers in the current as it carries us toward destruction. If you are not speaking out, standing up, learning about what is going on, interceding for those on the front lines of this, and taking action when the Lord calls you to, you are not rocking the boat – you are sinking the ship.

The windows and doors have not just been left open; many in the house have groveled and bootlicked their way to being complete sycophants of the enemy.

Many pastors want a seat at the table Jesus would be flipping over.

– Joe Oltmann

We are meant to guard and defend, but it’s easy to fall into sleepwalking through our days, mesmerized by the enemy and doing nothing to prevent His attacks.

So how do we protect our flank?

Are we praying? Are we armed? Are we alert to what’s going on, and preventing the enemy’s access to our family? Or are we just too tired, too numb, too overwhelmed, too careless of those around us?

Because it’s not just about us. There are kids in the house, watching us, learning how to respond to the world out there. Our apathy puts them in danger.

It is exhausting. We are tired. Life is full and frenzied right now, and you’re right, we can’t possibly do everything or be everywhere at once. But this is not the time to make excuses and get sloppy, to move our eyes from what the Lord is calling us to see.

Even though the wise virgins were also weary, they made it an absolute priority to store up oil. Because a lamp without oil burns out quickly.

Craig Cooney, The Blueprint

I confess I have not prayed as fervently as I should be doing. So I’ve been coming back to the Lord at new times, with new requests, letting Him interrupt me again and in new ways. I do not want to become less effective the farther I go in my journey, or to endanger those I love and am commissioned to protect. I want to be more dangerous to the enemy, and more partnered with the Lord in what He is doing.

I want to better steward the days and assignments He gives us. That requires being aware of what is going on around me, and being willing to do uncomfortable things when He calls me to.

And He calls us to many things: To intercede. To serve. To act. To be alert, because the enemy is like a prowling lion.

If we are actively persisting in the Lord’s presence, He will help us notice what we need to. But if our eyes are elsewhere, we’ll be blindsided and stupefied, a liability to those we love around us.

In the dream, the enemy found the side that had been infiltrated by a sleeping guard, and that’s the side it attacked.

We need to be awake and watchful. Praying and discerning. Standing and defending. Speaking and resisting. Equipped and equipping. Learning and teaching. Repenting and restoring.

Many Christians are vying for a seat at the table Jesus would be flipping over.

We surrender only to the Lord, and we will not step aside for the enemy. This is the ground we’ve been given to protect and defend, and we plan to keep it.

eucatastrophe: brace yourself for hope and joy

I never rearrange furniture, but here we were doing it, moving shelves and purging drawers and hauling a chest up two flights of stairs.

Somewhere in the process of measuring to see if everything fit, I lost the tape measure. It wasn’t clipped to my pants, wasn’t on one of the shelves, wasn’t anywhere on the floor amid the piles of stuff everywhere. So I hollered upstairs to Finn.

“Did I leave the tape measure up there? On the counter? Maybe on the kitchen island?” I heard him rummaging while I sorted stacks of unused picture frames.

“Found it! It was in the drawer!” he yelled back down.

eucatastrophe: brace yourself for hope and joy

I walked back to the stairway thinking, In the drawer? I didn’t put it in the drawer… and as I came to the foot of the stairs, he approached the top of the stairs at the same time – and an image flashed through my mind of him throwing the heavy tape measure at me down the stairs. Because he’s six, and he might do something like that without thinking.

And then he did it.

His arm moved and the tape measure hurtled down the stairs at me, and I screamed.

And then I stopped screaming as it unrolled and flitted to my feet, harmless.

Here’s what happened: I was expecting the same tape measure I had lost – you know, the heavy, metal, retractable kind – but Finn had found the tape measure I use for knitting, which is just a long, plastic ribbon 60 inches long. And that’s what he threw at me.

Life has been throwing a lot at all of us lately, hasn’t it? We often don’t realize how on edge we are, just waiting for the next blow.

A couple weeks ago we finally had Reagan’s assessment. After it was done, I sat in an office with the psychologist (not the first one we miserably encountered; this one was terrific) and we debriefed on what had just happened.

We had sat through three hours of questions and exercises and tests, and Reagan had not even spelled her first name correctly. She answered the simplest of math questions wrong. When the doctor asked her how old she was, she said, “I twenty-seven,” and told him her birthday was in September. But she’s sixteen, and it’s not.

I was devastated. Ten years of parenting, homeschooling, trial and error, endless repetition, and this is what we had to show for it. All I could think was, What must this man think of our efforts as parents? It was Reagan’s assessment, but I felt like I had failed the test.

The doctor and I went over the results, her responses, her IQ, her behavior at home, the anxiety of testing, and the complications with all of her special needs. The whole time, I was bracing myself for judgment, condemnation, the pitying shake of the head, the professional condescension.

But none of that happened.

Instead, he said this:

“You and your husband have done an outstanding job with Reagan.” He paused. “The fact that she can read at all is remarkable.”

Aaaand that’s when I broke down sobbing. The weight lifted and relief flooded over me. The psychologist frantically searched for tissues, having no idea what to do with a crying woman across the desk. But he kept talking and he wasn’t just being nice; he went over all the challenges again and juxtaposed our efforts and Reagan’s abilities over them, and the result was stunning. I’m still not over it.

We often try to protect ourselves by expecting the worst. We brace for the blow because we’ve been hurt before, and we’d rather be prepared than be blindsided by calamity that comes out of nowhere.

But what about the good things that come out of nowhere, too? What if instead of the crash you expect, the Lord has prepared a soft landing?

A friend of mine said this a few weeks ago: Have you ever braced for a hard impact only to end up getting a soft nudge that barely upset your balance? It was like that. I saw the redirection coming and I expected it would bring me to my knees, but in minutes, I could already see His plan was better than mine.

I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind since. We white-knuckle our way through these crazy days, expecting disappointment and catastrophe, resigned to the worst. But this is not the way of the Lord, and this is not what Godly surrender is.

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.

– Romans 8:18

This brings me to a word I learned recently, so here you go:

Eucatastrophe: the sudden, unexpected, joyous turn of events.

J.R.R. Tolkien coined the term, but the eucatastrophe is all God’s doing. And this, friends, is where we’re supposed to live. Our fear can give permission to the enemy for what we dread, but our trust and expectation make way for the breakthrough.

No unbelief made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised. That is why his faith was “counted to him as righteousness.”

– Romans 4:20-22

Often, we have perfectly good reasons to brace for impact because we’ve seen how things play out. But we’ll have more peace in the preparation if we recognize that we serve the God of the eucatastrophe – the one who stills the storm, breaks bread for the multitude, and causes recklessly thrown projectiles to flutter harmlessly to our feet.

It is the story of Mephibosheth, the crippled grandson of a previous king who was called into the presence of King David. Mephibosheth had no reason to expect anything but slaughter for himself and his family; it was typical then to completely eliminate the previous regime’s offspring. He knew he’d been living on borrowed time, and it looked like that time was up.

He had no idea that God was already moving on his behalf, that the eucatastrophe was already in motion. He could never have imagined that King David was looking for a remnant in his family line not for the sake of hunting them down, but for the sake of showing kindness to them out of love for his old friend, his best friend…Mephibosheth’s father Jonathan, who died years earlier.

And Mephibosheth the son of Jonathan, son of Saul, came to David and fell on his face and paid homage. And David said, “Mephibosheth!” And he answered, “Behold, I am your servant.” And David said to him, “Do not fear, for I will show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan, and I will restore to you all the land of Saul your father, and you shall eat at my table always.”

– 2 Samuel 9:6-7

We keep expecting more situations like what we’ve already lost. But loss is not what God gives us when we turn to Him. Our losses are not compounding; they are recompensing.

Be glad, O children of Zion,
    and rejoice in the Lord your God,
for he has given the early rain for your vindication;
    he has poured down for you abundant rain,
    the early and the latter rain, as before.

The threshing floors shall be full of grain;
    the vats shall overflow with wine and oil.

I will restore to you the years
    that the swarming locust has eaten.

– Joel 2:23-25a

I had a dream recently that Vince had been emailing back and forth with someone about a history course he offers. The man’s name was Bao Leng, and when he purchased the course, Vin said, “Bao Leng came through!” In my dream, I immediately heard the Lord say, Look up the meaning of that name. So I tried to do it, but as often happens in dreams, things didn’t work – I tried typing letters into my phone but they wouldn’t enter correctly, the search engine was all messed up, and my laptop was just as useless.

But as soon as I woke up, I looked it up. And here’s what I saw:

A breakthrough. Huh. Not like we haven’t been talking about that at all lately.

Okay, so now we have two new words in our vocabulary. Let me give you one more.

Respair: The return of hope after a period of despair.

And this is also where some of us are being called to. We were never meant to walk in fear, talking ourselves out of the big things He’s called us to instead of getting to experience the eucatastrophe of His grace on us.

She had been setting her teeth and clenching her fists for a terrible blast of lion’s breath; but the breath had really been so gentle that she had not even noticed the moment at which she left the earth.

– C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

Yes, situations are hard and the world right now is a circus on psychotropic drugs. But no, fear does not get to win the day. Fear doesn’t even get to take a backseat and come along for the ride. Fear needs to be shoved out the door while we’re hauling down the highway.

This is not the season to entertain fear. This is the season for eucatastrophe, for bao leng, for respair.

What if our “what ifs” have been all wrong?

What if some of the struggles we’ve accepted as just part of life were actually just part of a broken mindset? What if some things are meant to be easier, and not harder?

What if the things we’ve struggled over in time-consuming labor came effortlessly in comparison? What if the path was made flat, the boulders moved out of the way, and we could spend more time enjoying the view?

What if the Lord is still turning Sauls into Pauls? Because He is, and each person transformed changes the trajectory of our culture in this era.

What if instead of bracing for impact, we braced for breakthrough?

While we endure, God is working on our behalf in ways we would never imagine. So we trust Him with great expectation. That hope is not wishful thinking; it is the powerful currency that buys us time before the eucatastrophe.

how we take the land: the battle isn’t over with the breakthrough

Okay friends, here’s what we’re learning in the poultry world: Quail are super hardy, except when they’re not.

Except when they’re aggressive and try to kill each other.

Except when they wallow in their own grossness and ruin their feet.

Except when there’s a mysterious injury or illness you can’t identify regardless of having the entire internet at your disposal, and it’s just their time to go.

But other than that, they’re terrific and will apparently live through anything as long as you give them clean water and food…for about two years, that is, because that’s their lifespan. They live fast: They hatch fast, they start laying fast, they mature for harvest fast. And if one ever gets loose from the pen, say adios, sayonara, because they run fast, too.

how we take the land: the battle isn’t over with the breakthrough

Because of all this (and because they are delicious), about a month ago we were down to ten quail from the nineteen we started with. So we considered our options in light of the fact that domesticated quail rarely hatch their own chicks: We could just phase them out but we didn’t really want to, or we could buy more chicks again, but we didn’t want to do that, either.

So we thought about the one thing we never wanted to do at all (funny how that’s happening more and more these days) which was incubate eggs and hatch them ourselves. Ehh, too tricky. Too intimidating.

But prayer is dangerous because God will use it to change you as much as the world around you. And as we prayed about it, as often happens, the thing we didn’t want to do became something we did want to do. It didn’t seem as intimidating. It sounded fun, and educational, and like a great thing to add to our homeschool repertoire.

(Rep-ah-twah. Fun word.)

Around the same time we were having a spiritual awakening about using an incubator, a friend offered us his quail – only one, his last one, see all the exceptions to hardiness above. And this was fabulous because we needed an unrelated quail to breed with some of ours so we wouldn’t hatch chicks with wings sticking out of their forehead. So we gratefully took the new quail, not knowing if it was male or female. Didn’t really matter, the bloodline was different and it would freshen things up a bit.

But it did matter, sort of, because you can’t put too many males in the same hutch. And this bird looked…ambiguous. So just in case, we put it with two females.

And within a day, after close observation, we knew the new quail was definitely a male. Not only did he not lay eggs, but he did all the (ahem, cough) typical male behavior…you know, burping loudly, bragging about sports teams, and collecting miscellaneous pieces of hardware that might be useful sometime in the next three decades.

We started collecting eggs to hatch, keeping them in a designated dish. Then the incubator finally arrived, and we gave the instructions a cursory read, inserted the eggs, fiddled with the thermostat, went back to the instructions to figure out how we messed up (don’t tell me this isn’t what you do every time you figure out new equipment, also), and finally, at the right temperature, left them to do their incubatey thing.

On day fifteen, we put the eggs in lockdown. That sounds dramatic, and I guess it is though it’s nothing fancy: We removed the eggs from the turning racks (which slowly tip the eggs from side to side to help the chickies develop properly) and them put them back in the incubator. Added a little more water, misted the eggs, shut the lid again, and waited.

And waited.

I confess I stood hunched over the window of the incubator for ten minutes watching for any small movement from the eggs. Just like trying to feel a baby’s first faint kicks.

But no, it wasn’t time yet. Even when the promise is so close.

So I went back upstairs because it was my turn to be at the desk, writing. Some of you already know we take turns throughout the day, so whoever is not working is homeschooling the kids, wrestling laundry, running errands, seeking spiritual epiphanies about poultry, whatever.

I sat at the desk, opened my Bible, and all the other desires started calling: check email, check websites, check notifications, check sales. Pushed them away, pulled the Bible closer. Tried reading glasses, put them away again.

It’s not a vision problem, mostly. It’s the other kind of focus we’re always fighting – we want to live fast, too, but living right requires slowing down.

Help me to hear you in Your word, I ask Him.

This is where your encouragement comes, He answers. Not in email or anything else. This is where breakthrough comes. And we need it in so many things; I don’t remember the last time we didn’t need breakthrough. I’m trying to think back, but I don’t think there’s been a moment since we started the adoption process in 2010 that we haven’t needed breakthrough in one area or another…or, more often, in several areas at once.

I don’t mean to say we haven’t had breakthrough at all in the last 12 years, because the more breakthrough you need, the more you end up getting. But as soon as one issue is conquered, another surfaces, and it’s not so much about constant spiritual attack as it is that as soon as one mission is complete, another one begins.

When we started learning about surrender and living on mission, we said goodbye to the comfort zone – sayonara, adios – and life has been moving fast ever since. But breakthrough in a life of surrender is not like hatching out of an eggshell and simply moving on with life. It’s like ever-widening tent pegs, where the canvas keeps stretching and growing supernaturally and we are learning to fill it and take the land.

Or, maybe it is a little like hatching…because once the hatching starts, things are still pretty tenuous and the work is by no means over.

Four of our chicks came a little early and each was so fast we missed most of the process of their hatching. But once they were out, they were weak and exhausted from the battle. They were damp and ugly and precious and heaving, and when they tried to walk it was a whole other battle as they stumbled, with tiny wings flapping and toes that were still curled from their confinement.

I strained my eyes to look at the other eggs through the tiny windows on the incubator, and could see a pip hole on one egg, and a hairline crack on another. I moved my flashlight over all the eggs and watched possible cracks become definite cracks, and from what I could see, six more eggs were getting ready to open.

And I thought, It’s really happening.

When you start to see the breakthrough you’ve been waiting so long for, you can hardly believe it. We think, Really? For me? But then the evidence keeps getting more and more obvious: The kid is behaving. The habit is diminishing. The illness is healing. The favor is growing. The funds are coming in.

But still, there’s waiting. A crack is not a hatch. And a hatch doesn’t guarantee the chick will make it, either. But it’s a good sign – the process is working, things are moving. There’s life here.

I hear Waymaker in the back of my head. Even when I don’t see it, You’re moving; even when I don’t feel it, You’re moving.

Birth and breakthrough are hard. If you are trying to overcome an obstacle or barrier, the fight isn’t over once breakthrough comes — you still have to learn how to live in that achievement: to take new land, to get your legs under you, and to walk in victory.

“If you say in your heart, ‘These nations are greater than I. How can I dispossess them?’ you shall not be afraid of them but you shall remember what the Lord your God did to Pharaoh and to all Egypt, the great trials that your eyes saw, the signs, the wonders, the mighty hand, and the outstretched arm, by which the Lord your God brought you out.

So will the Lord your God do to all the peoples of whom you are afraid. Moreover, the Lord your God will send hornets among them, until those who are left and hide themselves from you are destroyed.

You shall not be in dread of them, for the Lord your God is in your midst, a great and awesome God.

– Deuteronomy 7:17-21

We’re called to do impossible things, to bite off more than we can chew, to take the land. I’ve seen it happen and experienced it myself, but I’ve never seen it play out as something that was one and done – or won and done. We want breakthrough to happen all at once, but that’s never the way it goes.

Even after the Israelites crossed the Red Sea, they had to make bitter water sweet, and learn how to live off bread from heaven and water from the rock. Later, when they crossed the Jordan, they had to go through circumcision, and then conquer Jericho – and then Ai, and Makkedah, and Libnah, and on and on.

God is reminding us, This is how we take the land, Love: One breakthrough at a time.

The Lord your God will clear away these nations before you little by little.

You may not make an end of them at once, lest the wild beasts grow too numerous for you.

– Deuteronomy 7:22

The timing is slower than we want because there are more enemies than we imagine, and in our case, the wild beasts are often our egos. If we conquered all these difficulties and insecurities and immaturities all at once, it would be like Pandora’s box in reverse – one last thing would remain, and instead of hope it would be pride, which would nullify the progress of eliminating all the rest.

God is constantly growing us into victory that is bigger than ourselves. But before we take dominion over new ground, we must take dominion over the internal ground first. We pray about the stubborn things we want to resist and let Jesus take all the land in us, so we can take all the land He calls us to. This is what wholeness is, and that is why we surrender to win.

It won’t seem as intimidating; it will be educational and it might even be fun. It will be something He adds to our rep-ah-twah, increasing our capacity, stretching our tent pegs as He grows us deep and wide.

We are watching for movement in our breakthrough, holding our breath, because sometimes breakthrough hatches fast. As fussy and anxious as we get, this brief period is a gift to witness.

If our eyes aren’t turned the other way, we’ll see the cracks in the obstacle we’ve been facing. Sit here in this tension for a little while and see what the Lord brings, it’s just a short time. Suddenly in the surrender the answer will come, the barrier will be broken, and we’ll look at the most recent battleground and say adios, sayonara, we’ve got another mission to do, because wholeness is how we take the land…but surrender is how we keep it.