Empty Calories

‘Tis the season to be jolly! To eat homemade fudge and divinity! To drink eggnog and graze on appetizers from a generously stocked buffet! Is it possible to be jolly without consuming our body weight in sugar?

Just as consumption of empty calories creates body-maintenance issues over time, consumption of sprinkles costs more in the long-run than most of us are willing to admit. Whether it’s the spare tire around your midriff, or a pile of spare tires in your garage, stockpiling takes up space and costs precious time, energy, and attention; resources you could be leveraging for God’s Kingdom-work instead.

There’s a reason God provided Israel with manna in the wilderness! Apparently they, too, were prone to stockpiling vs. trusting God to meet their daily needs. And, like us, they were driven by their appetites for the tasty-but-unnecessary. As a remedy, God quite literally provided their ‘daily bread’ in the form of sustenance from the sky. To prevent stockpiling, God simply caused the manna to spoil overnight, using maggots and mold to take away the appeal of hoarding altogether. (Exodus 16)

Spiritually speaking, what are you consuming that contributes nothing more than a pile of empty calories to the life you’re trying to live? I’m here to tell you – from personal experience – that the longer you let the sprinkles (the colorful-but-pointless) accumulate (in your body, in your closet, on your schedule), the more effort it will take to weed them out.

Today, take stock of the empty calories you’re consuming! Ask yourself what it will take for you to live as the Apostle Paul suggests: “as free of complications as possible” (1 Cor. 7:32, The Message).

Then take one step toward that life – on our Trek to the Manger.

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Alien/nation

Reflections on Trek to the Manger, chapter 6

In many places around the world, Christians are increasingly considered to be aliens. Not so much the “from another country” kind of alien; more like the “differing in nature or character to the point of incompatibility” type (merriam-webster.com).

Don’t believe me? In the article A More Secular Europe, Divided by the Cross (June 17, 2013), Gudrun Kugler, director of the Observatory on Intolerance and Discrimination against Christians, was quoted as saying:

““There is a general suspicion of anything religious, a view that faith should be kept out of the public sphere… There is a very strong current of radical secularism,” she said, adding that this affects all religions but is particularly strong against Christianity because of a view that “Christianity dominated unfairly for centuries” and needs to be put in its place.” (Andrew Higgins, nytimes.com)

In spite of the growing animosity against Christianity worldwide, we who belong to Christ have an opportunity each and every day to “be limitless light in a world filled with lines and boundaries and borders”  -Trek to the Manger, p. 23

The way you choose to live your life has the potential to shift the focus from words to action; from ideas to illumination; from your life to the presence of God Himself. 

As members of an alien nation, citizens of the Kingdom of Heaven, we can choose to sit back and avoid alienation by hiding our light under a bushel… or, we can saddle up the camel and hit the road with passport in hand. “The degree to which you are open to letting the Light of God shine through you is the degree to which your life can be a beacon of hope in a desperately hopeless world.” (p. 23)

How your life answers these questions could make all the difference today:

“Who are you? What are you doing here? Now, prove it.” (p. 21)

Passport, please.

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What Are You Waiting For?

Reflections on Trek to the Manger, chapters 3 & 4

It’s that season again – the children’s Christmas program at church. We rehearsed yesterday during Sunday School, which means those lively songs from Group Publishing’s Bethlehem Bound are still dancing around in my brain-space. The one that seems to be stuck on repeat this morning is the one that testifies:

I’m looking for a star to follow.

“Many of us are in a holding pattern today. We’re feeling the need to move on, move out, or move forward, but we’re waiting. We’re waiting for God to give us a sign. We (like the Wise Men) want a star to follow, too!”           -Trek to the Manger, p. 12

Chapter 3 sets the stage for the adventure-to-come by asking you to “take inventory of the things in your life that shine light, bring joy, elicit smiles, and create energy… this list is where you’ll catch your first glimpse of the Star – the Light of the World” (p. 8-9).

What are you waiting for? Follow the good stuff in your life to the Source. Ask God to, slowly and surely, replace the heaviness of life with the lightness of His Light today!

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Trek to the Manger Reading Schedule

2014 Trek to the Manger Reading Schedule

Welcome to the Trek! For those who wish to travel together, a reading schedule is provided below! As you seek the Light and ways to lighten your load during this Advent season, I hope you will make time to interact with others who are taking this journey, too. Click here to access the Trek to the Manger homepage, then go all the way to the bottom of the page where you’ll find the Reply (comment) section!

Godspeed!

  • Nov. 30 – Chapters 1-3
  • Dec. 1 – Chapter 4
  • Dec. 2 – Chapter 5
  • Dec. 3 – Chapter 6
  • Dec. 4 – Chapter 7
  • Dec. 5 – Chapter 8
  • Dec. 6 – Chapter 9
  • Dec. 7 – Chapters 10-11
  • Dec. 8 – Chapter 12
  • Dec. 9 – Chapter 13
  • Dec. 10 – Chapter 14
  • Dec. 11 – Chapter 15
  • Dec. 12 – Chapter 16
  • Dec. 13 – Chapter 17
  • Dec. 14 – Chapters 18-19
  • Dec. 15 – Chapter 20
  • Dec. 16 – Chapter 21
  • Dec. 17 – Chapter 22
  • Dec. 18 – Chapter 23
  • Dec. 19 – Chapter 24
  • Dec. 20 – Chapter 25
  • Dec. 21 – Chapter 26-27
  • Dec. 22 – Chapter 28
  • Dec. 23 – Chapter 29

Statues

I close my eyes and I’m there, on the front lawn, at dusk.

Giggling girls, tired of straining to defy gravity (some of us just weren’t made to be gymnasts), have traded cartwheels and handstands for a wild game of Statues.

And there I am in the center of the yard, outstretched arm grasped by two small hands, ready to be spun at speeds faster than my mother would approve. On the verge of dizziness, I feel my arm fly free and momentum carry me around the yard as if I’ve been flung at full speed from a merry-go-round. Slowing down, eventually I land in an awkwardly triumphant pose, which I hold as best I can while fighting the pull that threatens to take me to the ground. Hardly breathing, I wait like a statue as the girls circle me, prolonging their decision in order just to see me sweat; and then, the naming.

Rock star! Sasquatch. Basketball player. Ballerina. Darth Vader.

Breaking pose, I fall laughing to the ground before another round begins.

The game of Statues.

Have you ever played? It’s not unlike the way I feel inside as I close my eyes tonight, tired of straining to defy gravity and entropy and the clock that ticks this day into the next at a speed I don’t approve. Today life has spun me around and around, and although I’ve a sense that it ought to be fun, it isn’t and I’m dizzy and I just want to make it stop.

The release. Tightly wound now, it’s as if life has flung me from one corner of the ring to the other, and I’m bouncing off the ropes and grasping at the air, and grasping at the air…

And slowing down. Gaining some control, I try to stick the landing, fighting the tug that wants to see me hit the ground, that wants to see me fail and fall to pieces – but I land on my feet. I land on my feet in a ridiculous pose, which I hold as best I can while waiting breathlessly for the naming to begin.

The names I expect, considering the shape I’m in, are names like:

Wannabe. Just-shy-of-the-goal. Maybe someday. Maybe not. Poser.

I’m sweating it now (just a hot flash?). I’m doing my best just to hold it together, to keep from collapsing into a puddle of tears, when the Voice speaks an unexpected name over me. And then another.

Beloved. Child of Promise. Masterpiece. Forgiven. Set Free.

Spun, flung, landed and named, the statue breaks pose and I fall, laughing and crying, into the arms of the One whose healing Presence strengthens me for tomorrow.

Another round begins.

Not Okay

Rain or shine, sleet or snow – he was always there. Sitting on a bucket-turned-upside-down as a stool, I would drive past him on my way to the post office in the small community where I live. He always made eye contact. He sometimes smiled. He usually waved or nodded cordially in my direction. Once he tried to bum a cigarette from me, but I was powerless to help him out with that one. He was a fixture there, at the crossroads of neighborly concern and I’m-late-for-an-appointment, but until yesterday, I didn’t even know his name. It was Bob.

Weed-Wacker Bob.

I turned the corner toward the post office yesterday and noticed an empty spot on the shoulder where he would normally sit. Instead of the elderly, white-haired man with a weedeater, propped up against the fence in a sea of political signage was this sign:

Weed Wacker Bob Memorial

And it made me sad. It makes me sad. And it makes me ask questions – some of which make me uncomfortable today.

What was my responsibility to Weed-Wacker Bob? What I mean is – as a child of God with resources to share, should I have given him something? The only thing he ever asked me for was a cigarette. And the opportunity to whack my weeds. I gave him neither. Instead, I smiled and waved and drove right on by. Year after year. After year.

How did he die? I wonder. Was he alone? Did he have a family? Friends? Loyal landscaping clients? There must have been others who actually stopped and talked to Bob, maybe giving him a job or a ride or a cigarette. Right? Someone else surely has been picking up the slack all these years for Weed-Wacker Bob… They must have!

But what if I’m wrong and everyone else on their way to the post office smiled and waved and drove right on by – just like me?

I set the bar low with Weed-Wacker Bob, and yet Jesus says:

“Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, then grab the initiative and do it for them.” Matthew 7:12 (The Message)

I am faced on this day with a mirror of sorts, found in the pages of God’s Word. I don’t need to ask myself what I want from others – I know I set the bar high in that department. And there was clearly no initiative-grabbing going on in my head – no doing-it-for-them as I smiled and waved and drove on by.

And this is not okay.

I am not okay! I am disobedient, selfish, apathetic and lazy, but I am not okay.

I am in need of rescue, just like Weed-Wacker Bob and everyone else who has ever found themselves in a puddle of regret and despair and at the end of themselves. And yet – thanks be to God! – this is right where He wants us to be:

“You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.” (Matthew 5:3, The Message)

That is good news, because today I’m feeling pretty darn less of and in desperate need of God’s more-than-enough.

Rest in Peace, Weed-Wacker Bob. Rest. In. Peace.

Trek to the Manger: Advent Devotions for Women on the Move

Trek to the Manger by Brita Hammit

Trek to the Manger by Brita Hammit

Advent should be an adventure!

One that honors tradition without bowing the knee to retail-bullying.

One that embraces fun and gift-giving without breaking the bank.

One that engages more of me than just my schedule and my credit card.

The season of Advent may appear to have been hijacked by a relentless stream of commercial messages – but this year can be different!

 

 

Instead of plodding through another stress-filled holiday, women on the move are choosing a different route to Christmas morning. Trek to the Manger is a tool in the hands (and hearts) of busy women (and brave men!) during the season of Advent, which begins the fourth Sunday before Christmas. Each daily devotion presents an opportunity to redeem the Christmas holiday and reclaim our focus on the Light of the World.

This spiritual adventure is an ideal resource for small groups, Bible studies, or personal devotional reading. A reading schedule is available here (and by using the Trek to the Manger tab at the top of this page) for women wishing to join others on this journey of faith.

It’s time to fire up your GPS and grab a traveling buddy or two! Not for another trip to the mall…

for a Trek to the Manger.

 

Click here to purchase Trek to the Manger: Advent Devotions for Women on the Move by Brita Hammit (also available on Amazon).

 

Close the Gap

I once heard Bob Goff say that most people are at least two jobs behind who they are becoming. If we’re honest, that statement describes where we are today – or at least, where we’ve been in some recent season of life.

Some of us, so used to feeling frustrated and under-utilized, default to going through the motions rather than exerting the energy needed to close the gap between who we are and who we are becoming.

Why? Why is there such a disconnect between our current situation and the dreams inside our head? I may not have it all figured out, but I suspect it boils down to at least three things:

Comfort

The job I have today affords me a certain level of comfort and security. While it may not be my dream job, it pays the bills and perhaps gives me a place to use my gifts and abilities in beneficial ways. Even if it leaves me feeling unfulfilled, my current position gives me the means to maintain my lifestyle and the toys in my garage. It keeps the family happy, or at least it keeps them comfortable. If comfort is my middle name, where’s the impetus to close the gap between my calling and my commitments?

Fear

Change is a fearful thing for those who love comfort. To begin to close the gap requires making changes to the way my life is now, which raises the blood pressure for even the most courageous among us. When we begin to entertain the possibility of change – even change for the good – the resulting pile of what-if’s threatens to bury our dreams in a shallow grave, never again to see the light of day. Fear of change promises to immobilize us every time, feeding the gap instead of building a bridge to the other side.

Control

Taking steps toward who we are becoming may seem like taking control, but it can feel more like a relinquishment. When we choose to move toward the desire of our heart, all of the variables shift along with the paradigm we’ve created. Trusting God to meet our family’s needs while moving us closer to our calling is much easier said than done, keeping some of us control freaks from ever fully realizing our Kingdom potential in this life. Handing over the reins – even to the God of the universe – is a move that many refuse to make, causing the gap to widen as we trample our own potential underfoot.

Given these three strongholds, it’s no wonder so many of us have failed to live into our callings as children of God! But it doesn’t have to end here. We don’t have to numb out to the repeated disappointment of failing to be all we were made to be, which begs the question: What’s it going to take to close the gap?

Believe that those pangs of promise – those yearnings for fulfillment and meaning – are God-given, Spirit-driven impulses! You aren’t crazy, and this isn’t just a dream. It’s who you are meant to be!

Move! The God who calls us is able to equip us to serve as He intended. It is never too late to step into the life God is giving you, so what are you waiting for? Someday? Take the first step! Today is someday!

Pray and ask the God who is able to close the gap to help you realize His very best for you! Pray for doors to open. Ask for eyes to see the path ahead. Beg for courage to lay aside illusions of control and fear of change. Trade in your love of comfort for love of Him! God – if there’s a gap between my Kingdom potential and the work I am doing today, let my prayer be… 

Close the gap!

First Day of School

Still clad in rumpled pjs, I popped a Kcup into its slot and listened sleepily as the fragrant liquid filled my favorite mug. Having located my reading glasses, I made my way to the desk and took my place in front of the keyboard, staring rather blankly into the monitor as it, too, slowly came to life.

Not exactly a photo op, but this is how things looked last Thursday – on my first day of school.

A far cry from the days of shiny new lunch pails and stiff new shoes, a backpack stocked with freshly sharpened pencils and a pair of tightly braided pigtails on my head. Quite unlike those early firsts, this one is a solitary beginning…
No one here to take my picture (thankfully!).
No awkward moments trying to locate my desk in a classroom full of strangers.
No fluttering of the nerves as I sit in silence, waiting for the teacher to call my name out loud…

Maybe I felt a slight nervous flutter as I logged onto the graduate school learning platform and waited for the home screen to load. Announcements. Class Roster. Syllabus. Gradebook. Library.

The only thing missing is the school bell.

I took a healthy swig of confidence from my mug and placed my fingers on the keys.

The adventure begins!

Acknowledgements

I rarely read the Acknowledgments.

You know – those pages at the beginning of the book.

When I open a new book, I’m hankering for a quick-connect to the content I was sold on when I made the purchase. The author’s personal relationships don’t generally figure into my decision to read, so I am apt to flip pages until I land at chapter one. That’s just how I tend to roll.

Until yesterday.

Sitting around the table on the first day of a new small group study season, I broke my own previously unspoken rule as together, we read the Acknowledgements.

What followed was an outpouring of the most beautiful stories about people whose lives have forever influenced our own – a veritable mosaic of faces and names and memories – accompanied by laughter and smiles. And tears.

Our Acknowledgements.

Friend, you are here! What I mean is, today you are breathing and moving, expending energy and employing God-given gifts as you do the business of your normal, everyday…

And there are people who helped you get here. People you may not have acknowledged.

You don’t have to be an author to have your own Acknowledgements page! There are men and women and children and grandchildren who have surrounded and cared for, encouraged and challenged you, ensuring that you would be here – wherever that is and whatever that means to you – today.

You didn’t get here on your own, no matter how incredible you are!

So pop a piece of paper into the typewriter (LOL) or pull out your smartphone and make a list. Call it Acknowledgements.

Call it cultivation of a thankful heart.

Call it curation of a precious collection.

Call it whatever you want, but don’t keep it to yourself. And don’t hide it at the end of your story – in an appendix your readers may or may not see when your final chapter ends (seriously – who actually reads as the credits roll?).

There’s a reason those pages come before chapter one!

So, before you turn another page, stop and acknowledge those in your cloud – that great cloud of witnesses whose love and faith in you have brought you here. Today.