Growing up I don’t remember being grounded much. That’s not to mean I was the perfect child (far from it y’all) because I was met with a spanking instead when my mouth got me in trouble. A grounding would mean my oft-times introverted self would have a reason to sit and read for hours instead of playing with the majority of boys that grew up in our neighborhood.

Being grounded or getting grounded has taken on the connotation of that of airplanes more than it’s intended meaning. We’ve been there when a plane has gotten grounded, and the disparate sighs of the passengers and the crew too become the soundtrack of a gate. Or it’s been our own and we scurry to try to get around it, finding another one to hop onto to bypass the grounding. But being grounded as a person means you are stable, realistic, unpretentious. Wouldn’t you want that for your plane as well as your character?

Maybe that grounding as a kid was so that we could be more grounded as an adult, emotionally and mentally stable, realistic. Being grounded gives us time to think about what put us there to begin with as a kid. What consequences our actions (or words) hold for us and those around us.

I thought on this as well when I saw Paul’s words to the Ephesians of “being rooted and grounded in love”. And then again his words to those at Colosse, “if indeed you continue in the faith, grounded and steadfast, and are not moved away from the hope of the gospel which you heard.” That grounding means rooted, holding fast, and found tapped into the very love of Christ and hope of the gospel. Being grounded isn’t a punishment but a reflection of character and of Christ Himself, who we are called to reflect. That to be grounded means we are unmoving and not blown about by whims and feelings, but connected to the source of our rooting, the True Vine Himself.

I think for me I’d much rather be grounded more and more as an adult, finding that if it’s in love it ends up setting up roots that grow deep and secure not in my own actions, words, whims and feelings but in Christ’s, in the very Hope of the world.

Actions and Words Speak Love

And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father.

Colossians 3:17 (New Living Translation)

Often I am not sure believers are aware that what we do, what we say, is seen as Christ’s words and actions to some. I know I am not cognizant of that at all times, especially when in relation to other believers.

Often we use Christ as our platform for condemnation, condescension and criticism. Sometimes we use it to justify our judgement of others. We wave our Christian banner as a means of feeling superior. But does any of that truly reflect the words and deeds of Christ?

Constantly in Scripture we are commanded to love God and love others. That the greatest of these is love. So how would your day or my day look if it the words and actions were done out of love, not from a place of superiority or judgement? How would people see Christ in word and truth if we acted out of love for others, a love Christ had and modeled in every circumstance, today?

So today, what if we as believers were aware of our words and actions in every interaction, and the weight it carries to those who do know Christ, and those who do not? How would that change not only our day but others? Let’s use Christ as our filter today for all things. I am starting with me. I choose to love instead of judge.

When September Ends…

Much like Green Day I wanted someone to wake me up when September ended. It wasn’t a terrible month by any stretch, but it definitely wasn’t the best month on record.

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October begins anew today, and with that it feels like a turning of the page in life. It feels like when you walk out your door on the first crisp fall morning (for all you Southerners will understand) and you come alive.

The mess and ugliness of September is gone. Today starts anew, and with it the hope of renewal…the joy of a new season of life. That more than anything excites me. The choice to turn that page is hard, to allow the ugliness to slip away and joy to fill my life again is difficult when you’ve only been dwelling on the bad or the one area.

I’m not saying a new month washes all that September brought away. But October’s arrival allows me to put off what September packed on. It allows me the refreshing vision of what I carried in September and unload it before venturing onward. It gives me the opportunity to choose what I put on to continue this single journey.

For that, thankfulness abounds. Joy invigorates. A heart is overwhelmed. Life is renewed. 

Since you have taken off your old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.

Colossians 3:9-10 (NIV)