A few weeks ago, Calvary Student Ministries embarked once again on our annual winter retreat, Blizzard. God did some amazing things over that long weekend and there is still much fruit being produced from the trip. There are many things that I absolutely love about this retreat, however, there is one thing that I find difficult to cope with every year. It is one thing I find difficult to cope with every winter season: cold temperatures.
I am actually quite amazed that I still live in a state that gets ridiculously cold every year. This is because I am a person who loves warm weather. I love being able to wear shorts and a t-shirt. I love it when I can go outside and be active without any fear of losing feeling in my body. Naturally, this is not easy with the brutal winters here in Minnesota that seem to last forever.
As true Minnesotans, we know that the weather gets brought up often in conversation. Every now and then in these conversations I will come across someone who actually enjoys winter. My typical response to this is “You’re crazy.” They usually give me a lengthy list of things that they enjoy about the frigid season. After all of these years in Minnesota, my list of things that I enjoy about winter has shortened to just a few things. Two of the things on my list are similar – pond hockey and broomball. As I stated before, I love being active. These are two things that allow me to be active in winter and are extremely fun. I get excited when I see good ice on the rinks around town. There is something amazing about the experience of being able to do these things outside in a natural state, rather than in an ice arena.
The other thing on my list is somewhat unique and usually catches people off guard. Are you ready? The other thing I love about winter is the fact that I can see my breath when I exhale. Ever since I was young I was fascinated with being able to see my breath. Now I know that’s weird, but stick with me here.
As I got older, the ability to see my own breath in the cold took on a new significance for me. When I exhale in the cold weather, I am reminded that God is showering His grace upon me. To me, being able to see my breath is visible grace. It reminds me that I have life and that God is sovereign over it. It reminds me that my Creator chose to breathe breath into my lungs and give me life. I am immediately reminded of the creation narrative in Genesis 2 where we read of God’s creation of man.
“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being” (Genesis 2:7).
Do you see the intimacy involved in this creation act of man being created by God? These are vivid details that are not written for any other creation of God’s. He formed us and breathed life into us. We have “the breath of life” because of Him. We have breath because He sovereignly chose to give us breath and sustain our breath by His power; by His word. As you read this right now, you are breathing because God is upholding your breath by the word of his power (Hebrews 1:3).
This truth becomes even more miraculous after sin entered into the world. We have all fallen short of God’s glory (Romans 3:23). Sin has created a great chasm between man and God. This separation between man and God means that without a mediator, man cannot dwell with God for eternity. Without a mediator there is eternal separation. Without a mediator, we fear death. But God acted:
“For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God” (2 Corinthians 5:21).
Yes! Jesus is our mediator. He is, as John wrote,
“the lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world” (John 1:29).
For those in Christ, he takes away our sin and gives us his righteousness! What a great exchange; the best exchange the world has ever known!
I am reminded of this verse and these glorious truths every time I look at my visible breath. I am reminded that with each passing breath there is hope, not hopelessness; there is joy, not fear. I am reminded that I am loved; that I have a God who loved me, a broken and undeserving sinner, so much and wanted me in His family that he acted out of His great love and rich mercy (Ephesians 2:4).
Now I could ramble on and on about the truths that I’m reminded of when I see my own breath. Instead of taking that direction let me just simplify it for you in this way: I am reminded that I am always better than I ever deserve because of Jesus.
God has given me life. And even when my breath on this earth runs out, I know things are just getting started, because His intention in giving us life at the beginning was to give us life everlasting in Him and with Him.
Children of God, we are loved and cherished by the One who gave us breath. So the next time you have to go out and shovel the driveway because of the snowfall and you let out a sigh of annoyance, or the next time you slip on the ice and fall on your back and breathe out a breath of frustration, or the next time you get home from work or school and get out of you car letting out a breath of exhaustion, or even just when you go outside in the cold and exhale, look at your breath and remind yourself that God is showering His grace upon you.
In those moments remember that you are more loved than you could ever want or imagine. Remember that God is sustaining that very breath and will continue to until he calls you home to live with Him forever.
31 Proverbs: Grace Day for Sunday 16 September
If you’ve been reading along in this little series, you’ve now read 29 of 31 chapters of Proverbs—well done friend! Today is a “Grace Day.”
Day Thirty: Vistas of Wisdom
I am very near the end of this little writing experiment called “31 Proverbs.” While I’m unsure how helpful it has been to how ever many have read it, I know that the process of sitting down six days each week to read, ponder, and then ponder some more by plunking on a keyboard has helped me grow in my understanding of wisdom.
This past Sunday we continued on our journey through the weighty, dark, somber, and serious writings of the Prophets of the Exile, focusing our study on Jeremiah’s epilogue to his large book, an extended treatment of his grief over Jerusalem and Judah, the five poems of Lamentations.
Day Thirty-One: A Mother’s Wisdom
Even Kings need to listen to their mothers, and Solomon is no exception. It is probable that Lemuel, meaning for God or devoted to God, is merely another moniker for Solomon. It may even be that it was a nickname of sorts, one of endearment that his mother used to call him in his younger, growing up years, and it stuck. And now as Solomon completes his book of Proverbs, his mother comes to mind. He looks back with Holy Spirit-inspired memory to recall worthy words of wisdom his mother had taught him, and were invaluable in the pursuit of a wise and good life. In particular, how to be a wise and good leader.
Day Fifteen: I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me
I always feel like somebody's watching me. And I have no privacy. Woh, I always feel like somebody's watching me. Tell me is it just a dream? So sang Rockwell in the dawning of my high school years back in 1984. All the cool kids were singing it at the time, and its the tune that sprang to mind when I read this similar sentiment this morning: Yahweh is watching everywhere, keeping his eye on both the evil and the good. (Proverbs 15:3, New Living Translation)
Day Twenty-Three: When You Feel Like Quitting, Remember Why You Started
Committing to any endeavor that takes time always carries with it the challenge of making it to the end. Refinishing that dresser. Repainting the downstairs. Reading all of War and Peace (or finishing any long-ish book for that matter). Completing the class you decided to take at the community college. Running a marathon. Taking up a new hobby. Learning a new sport. Trying to introduce a new habit into your life and routine. You often hit this pain-point, where you consider giving up. At such times, it can help to remind yourself why you started in the first place.