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The following meditation was written by Doug Hood's son, Nathanael Hood, a seminary student at Princeton Theological Seminary.
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Cherish Christ |
The following meditation was written by Doug Hood's son, Nathanael Hood, a seminary student at Princeton Theological Seminary.
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Cherish Christ |
The following meditation is from Doug Hood's upcoming book, Nurture Faith: Five Minute Meditations to Strengthen Your Walk with Christ, vol. 2
“I’m not saying this because I need anything, for I have learned how to be content in any circumstance. I know the experience of being in need and of having more than enough; I have learned the secret to being content in any and every circumstance, whether full or hungry or whether having plenty or being poor. I can endure all these things through the power of the one who gives me strength.”
Philippians 4:11-13 (Common English Bible)
Have you noticed how many people have delayed their happiness? They seem to believe that if they can achieve a little more success, acquire a little more wealth, or marry the right person then they will possess happiness. Happiness, they believe, is what follows effort, and time, and, perhaps, a little luck. It is as though happiness is somewhere out in front of everyone who is industrious enough to pursue it. Happiness is something to grasp, they believe, and their minds remain fixed upon it until they have taken ownership of it. Striving day upon day toward the possession of happiness, what they miss is that the secret of happiness is already present in the lives of those who long for it.
Paul’s letter to the Philippian Church provides the secret of happiness – as God’s people, we are to live in humility, looking out for others more than for ourselves. That is a great reversal of the commonly accepted formula for happiness. Essentially, Paul teaches that if we are always chasing after happiness, happiness always remains beyond our grasp. On the other hand, if we occupy ourselves with looking out for others, adding value to other people and promoting their welfare, happiness quietly joins God’s people and takes-up residence in them. Paul is urging God’s people to break free of the tiny little world of themselves and join the great enterprise of God’s work in the world.
Here, in the fourth chapter of Paul’s letter to the Philippian Church, Paul further develops the secret to happiness. Having shared the secret of happiness, disclosed in the activity of Jesus who accepted humility to become like us, for the purposes of restoring us to God, Paul points to a mysterious strength that converges in our service to one another. That strength comes not from any person – or from the community of God’s people – but from the outside. It is God’s strength. There is far more going on when God’s people join with one another for the promotion of the welfare of others. The same Christ who became human to serve now empowers and enables God’s people in their service to one another.
Shortly following the death of his wife, J. R. Carmichael entered a nursing home. Yet, if you inquired about him, you learned that he is never in his room. It seems that each morning Mr. Carmichael would shower, dress, eat breakfast, and then move from one residential room to another. In each room, Mr. Carmichael spoke with the resident about their family, read the Bible to them, prayed with them, and told them that he loved them. Then it was off to the next room to do the same thing. Mr. Carmichael missed his wife every day but he never waited for happiness. Happiness found him, as he loved others deeply.
Joy,
The following meditation
was written by Doug Hood’s son, Nathanael Hood,
a seminary student at
Princeton Theological Seminary
And again he said, “To what
shall I compare the kingdom of God?
It is like leaven that a woman took and hid in three
measures of flour, until it was all leavened.” Luke 13:20,21
(English Standard Version)
For the first several months of the COVID-19 pandemic, I
lived in a part of Brooklyn near one of the worst viral hotspots in the entire
country. Not too far from my apartment were hospitals that had to bring
refrigerated trucks in to store the bodies of pandemic victims because they
were literally running out of space to put them. The entire city shut down and
was ordered to shelter in place. These were some of the hardest months of my
life, not only because I knew I was risking it every time I went out for
essentials like groceries and medicine, but because I found myself unemployed
after barely a week of quarantine. With no job and nowhere to go other than my
phone for distraction, time began to lose its meaning. Every day and every week
was just like the one before. With no end in sight, my emotions began spinning
out of control.
But then my roommate made a suggestion: let’s make a
sourdough starter. To make one, all you need is flour and water. You soak some
flour, let it sit somewhere stuffy overnight, add more flour and water the next
day, and repeat the process until you have a richly sour and runny paste you
can use as leaven to make bread with. It sounds easy, but it isn’t. Any number
of things can wreck a starter: using the wrong amount of water or flour,
exposing it to too much oxygen, exposing it to too little oxygen,
letting it get too hot or too cold, not “feeding” it with fresh flour on
schedule, and many more. The point is, making a starter required a level of
attention and discipline that cut through the fog of my boredom and despair. It
gave me a purpose to set my alarm every morning.
But as someone who has now dabbled in amateur baking, I see
this parable differently. Note that “three measures” of flour in ancient Israel
would be roughly equivalent to forty to sixty pounds. Whoever this woman is,
she’s preparing a feast. But before she can feed the masses, she must first
make enough leaven, a process that must’ve taken literal weeks, if not months,
of patient, diligent work. Our walk with God is no different. It too takes
tireless commitment and effort for it to properly ferment into something we can
use. Regular worship, Bible study, personal reflection…these are all tools we
can use to work the flour of our faith into the living water of God (John
4:10). Only then, after the work has been done, can we find a faith we can use
to leaven both ourselves and others. And the results, like my first sourdough
loaf in Brooklyn, will be delicious.
Joy,
The following mediation is from Dr. Doug Hood's upcoming book, Nurture Faith; Five Minute Mediations to Strengthen Your Walk with Christ, volume 2.
“Love is patient, love
is kind, it isn’t jealous, it doesn’t brag, it isn’t arrogant, it isn’t rude,
it doesn’t seek its own advantage, it isn’t irritable, it doesn’t keep a record
of complaints, it isn’t happy with injustice, but it is happy with the truth.
Love puts up with all things, trust in all things, hopes for all things,
endures all things.”
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (Common English Bible)
The other
day I came across a piece written by Earl Nightingale that he titled, How to
Be Miserable. He provided remarkable clarity about some of the things I
have been wrestling with recently, clarity about self-inflicted misery. Nightingale
writes, “The first step to real, professional-type, solid, unremitting misery
is to get all wrapped up in yourself and your problems – real or imagined.
Become a kind of island, surrounded on every side by yourself. By turning all
of your thoughts inward upon yourself, naturally you cannot spend much or any
time thinking about others and other things. And so, finally, the outside world
– the real world – will disappear into a kind of Hitchcock-type fog.”[i]
Nightingale
continues with a stinging observation that the type of person who chooses
misery, who turns inward upon himself or herself doesn’t have much in the
wisdom department. Otherwise, they simply wouldn’t do it. With the absence of
wisdom, they turn inward and discover that there is not much there. There is a
kind of vacuum, and they have to embellish perceived, or real, hurts and slights
from others or invent things entirely. Negative – and harmful – behavior is
then directed outward toward those who have caused them harm. This behavior may
simply be for punishment, to cause pain equal to what they are experiencing, or
to manipulate others to meet some relational expectation.
Where
Nightingale provides an unpleasant portrait of a miserable person, the apostle
Paul provides divine knowledge – or wisdom – for fleeing from misery: love
others, particularly when that love is difficult. Paul beautifully expresses
the very nature of love by its positive attributes – “love is patient, love is
kind.” Paul provides additional wisdom by sharing what love isn’t and doesn’t
do – “it isn’t jealous, it doesn’t brag, it isn’t arrogant, it isn’t rude, it
doesn’t seek its own advantage, it isn’t irritable, it doesn’t keep a record of
complaints.” What Paul provides is a different portrait from Nightingale, a
portrait of a person who actively participates in the unity and well being of
relationships with another.
It is
widely embraced that the Christian faith is less to do with right beliefs and
more to do with right behavior. A person may have a grasp of the Holy
Scriptures that is unparalleled, able to articulate a particular theological
position with uncommon clarity and yet remain untouched by God’s transforming
power – the transformation that deepens love for God and love for others. Such
a faith is a lazy faith because it requires no effort. Love requires effort.
Love demands that we struggle against an impulse to turn inward and compile a
record of complaints against another. Such love “puts up with all things, trust
in all things, hopes for all things, endures all things.” It is a love that
knows no misery.
[i]
Earl Nightingale, “How to Be Miserable,” Your
Success Starts Here: Purpose and Personal
Initiative (Shippensburg, PA: Sound Wisdom, 2019) 104.
“He lifted me out of the pit of death, out of the mud and filth, and set my feet on solid rock. He steadied my legs.”
Psalm 40:2 (Common
English Bible)
Here is a life that many of us understand. Life is characterized as being a “pit of death – a life of mud and filth.” This poignant description betrays that present circumstances did not simply fall upon the one who speaks. “Mud and filth” are not the consequence of disadvantage, not the result of some disaster or illness that comes without personal consent. Rather, this decay of a personal experience of life has been fashioned by intentional choices, one bad choice following another. Perhaps the choices made were hesitant at first, slow and then questioned. But once a descent into careless living began, movement became more swift and confident. Delight in drinking, or gambling, or immoral behavior brought increasing pleasure.
Then comes
the collapse of all self-worth, a reckoning of the internal depravity that
begins to reveal itself in physical appearance and behavior. The face can no
longer hide the ruin of the interior life. Others clearly see the writing of
the unfortunate choices written upon the man or woman. The signs of rot and
disorder grow stronger, clearer. Any good or decency that remains continues to
diminish until it is nearly smothered as the tyranny of the immoral life
assumes command. The individual – both body and soul – once a sweet habitation
of all that is good, decent, and holy now entertains what is corrupt and evil.
Choices, once deliberate, now are in control. The man or woman is now held
hostage in a “pit of death.”
Then
comes a cry for help. What once was pleasurable has become agony – what once
was pursued has become a master. The cry of desperation is made to Almighty
God. Some years ago when my daughter, Rachael, was quite young I overheard her
telling other little girls her faith story. With four other sets of eyes
mesmerized by the narrative that flowed from her libs I heard, “I was a slave
girl in Egypt and Pharaoh was so mean to me. But my God is bigger than Pharaoh
and God came one day, beat Pharaoh up, and brought me home.” For a
four-year-old girl, this was her understanding of the Exodus story she had
heard from her father so many times. The message was clear and certain. She
could count on God.
The one
who shares this faith story in Psalm 40 knows they can count on God. A cry of
desperation is made to Almighty God to come, overwhelm the master that holds
them captive in “a pit of death” and to bring them home. The cry may be made at
the eleventh hour but God comes. God comes without ridicule, without mockery,
or taunts of “I told you so.” God simply comes. From the place of captivity of
whatever enslavement, whatever addiction that holds a grip upon the man or
woman, the hand of God appears. That hand is stronger. Once more, the enslaved
is brought home. His or her feet are set on solid ground, strength is returned
to the legs and life is steadied. A nightmare of horrible dreams ends.
Joy,
The following meditation will be published in Dr. Hood's upcoming book,
Nurture Faith: Five Minute Meditations to Strengthen Your Walk with Christ, vol. 2.
"Love is patient, love is king, it isn't jealous, it doesn't brag, it isn't arrogant."