Looking for God: An Unexpected Journey through Tattoos, Tofu, and Pronouns

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God is in the details, but sometimes we just overlook him. Nancy Ortberg encourages readers to see God in this very personal, very engaging series of essays that will bring God into focus and allow you to grow deeper in your relationship with him than you had ever imagined. Tyndale House Publishers
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God is in the details, but sometimes we just overlook him. Nancy Ortberg encourages readers to see God in this very personal, very engaging series of essays that will bring God into focus and allow you to grow deeper in your relationship with him than you had ever imagined. Tyndale House Publishers
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A former teaching pastor at Willow Creek Community Church, Ortberg presents a candid compilation of personal essays on finding God in the most unlikely times and places. Ortberg, wife to bestselling author and pastor John Ortberg, opens her highly amusing and refreshingly transparent text reminiscing about bygone years as a young mom who couldn't make time for a "quiet time." Recalling those nonstop, hectic early parenting seasons, Ortberg admits to feeling guilty pressure from the church at large until she experienced God's presence while sitting on a park bench, watching her kids play. She realized that particular God encounter "counted" as much as any quiet time did. From that moment on, Ortberg discovered a multifaceted God who delights in creating and displaying diversity from one end of creation to the other. Ortberg challenges Christians to examine their tendency to compare themselves with others, teaching them to have the courage to reach out to others selflessly and to view work as a blessed conduit to excellence. Every single offering Ortberg presents feels both beautiful and true. Christians will find themselves inhaling these fragrant written reminders of God's intimate care only to then exhale Christ's love to others in holy response. (Mar.)

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  • ISBN-13: 9781414313320
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 2/28/2008
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 1,482,241
  • Product dimensions: 5.76 (w) x 8.68 (h) x 0.77 (d)

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LOOKING FOR GOD
an unexpected journey through tattoos, tofu & pronouns
By Nancy Ortberg
Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2008 Nancy Ortberg
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-1332-0



Chapter One
THE PROBLEM WITH QUIET TIME

For most of my growing up years, I heard about the daily "quiet time."

It was revered and talked about as the bedrock of the Christian faith. It was described as a serene and profound time in the morning (anything less than thirty minutes was quite unworthy) when one sat alone with God in meditation and study over a passage in Scripture. It also included a time of prayer (usually following an acronym like ACTS: Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, Supplication ... and we do not supplicate before we adore) and journaling.

After you had one-people always say they've "had" their quiet times-you talked about it. You might sneak it into a conversation in a way that was seemingly unpretentious, but always comparative. You'd talk about what a deep time you'd had that morning alone with God. How God had spoken to you. What a meaningful insight you'd received over a particular passage in the Bible. How long you had lingered over your journal that day.

And other people made sure to ask you about it in order to "hold you accountable."

"How is your time with God going? What is He teaching you?"

Quiet time was always the barometer for your relationship with God, the ultimate measurement of your devotion and maturity. It was as if your whole relationship with God hinged on that morning experience.

So for many years, I practiced my quiet time. Not quite daily, but close-and whenever I missed a day, I was filled with great consternation and guilt. Every day, I expected something profound to occur during my quiet time, but most days, nothing approached profound. And when I engaged in conversation with others about our quiet times, my experience never quite lived up to theirs.

Then there came a point in my life when for a number of years, "quiet time" wasn't an option. Now, you may disagree with that last sentence, but this is my book, and I am telling you, during that period I could not have done a quiet time if I'd had a gun to my head.

My daughter Laura was three, Mallory was only eighteen months, and I was pregnant with Johnny. Never was there a more oxymoronic phrase than "quiet time." In those days, I had to fight to go to the bathroom by myself, and when I did make it in there alone, one or both kids were always on the other side of the door, pounding and calling to me.

"Mommy, can we come in?"

"No."

"Mommy, when are you coming out?"

"In a minute."

"Mommy, is a minute up?"

I had never known before what it was like to wake up tired. Disrupted by teething and ear infections, my nights were staccato notes of sleep. When I woke up, the kids were either crying to be fed or unrolling toilet paper from the bathroom down the hall and wrapping the cat.

Days and weeks would go by without a moment for me to sit and open the Bible. And when those moments came, I either lost my train of thought or I fell asleep! But quiet time had been presented to me as the main/only means of connecting deeply to God, so I panicked. During this early stage of motherhood, I desperately needed God, but I was unable to connect with Him in the only way I thought counted.

I figured I could either meet with God again in about six years (when all of the kids would be in school) or I would have to find other ways to connect to Him. And I did not know any other ways.

But God did.

I was standing in my kitchen trying to decide what to fi x for dinner. Laura and Mallory were playing on the carpet but growing increasingly fussy after a long day. I was about twelve months pregnant, and exhausted.

I had an idea. We still had some time before dinner needed to be a reality, so I threw the girls in their car seats and headed off to the park, hoping they could work off some energy before I had to start dinner. (I also thought this could buy me more time to figure out what we would be having for dinner.)

I found a park bench I could sit on while the girls played, although I was so big I wasn't sure I would be able to jump up quickly if one of them needed something. I didn't really have a plan other than to let them play for about thirty minutes before heading home.

God's plan was to show me a window.

I watched as the girls dug in the sand and skipped around trying to catch the ducks. The sun was warm and low in the sky and provided me a sort of silhouetted view of my little redheaded daughters. I sat for a moment, relaxing into that scene, when all of a sudden I was so very deeply struck by how much I loved those kids. This wasn't just a recognition that I loved them but a very unexpected, visceral response. While I had been mostly frustrated up to this point, as I sat on that bench watching them play and squeal with delight, I felt as if my heart would just burst with the amount of love it held for those two little girls. I found myself fighting back the tears, feeling a tightening in my throat and an overwhelming sense of this deep emotion for my children.

Almost in that same moment, when my defenses were down and I was flooded with intense emotion, God sent a tsunami that absolutely blindsided me. He whispered to me, And that's just the tip of the iceberg as to how much I love you.

Now I realize that most people would be really grateful to have an experience like this, and they'd probably respond really well. But for some reason, my heart just didn't seem to have enough room to accept this message God was trying to give me. My mind didn't have the capacity to understand it. In that one sentence, there seemed to be more goodness and grace than my body could contain.

And it was simply too much to take in, so I said aloud, "Stop!"

I am sure more than one person passing by wondered why this twelve-month-pregnant woman was talking to herself at the park. Tears welling up in my eyes, I scooped up the girls, put them into the car, and drove home. Now, not only did I still have no clue what to fix for dinner, I also did not know what to do with this whisper from God.

When he wrote to the Ephesian church, Paul said he prayed for them that they might have the power to understand just how wide, how long, how high, and how deep God's love is (Ephesians 3:18). I find it fascinating that he should pray not just that they would understand the vastness of God's love, but that God would give them the power necessary to grasp it.

In the days that followed, that moment on the park bench would not leave me, and I found myself thinking about it often. Over time, I began to understand that much of my heart was Teflon coated. It was protecting itself from getting hurt, but in the process it had also became impervious to what it really needed. God had used a moment when I was most open to overwhelm and break through that coating with what my heart needed. God knew that I needed a deep understanding of the kind of love He had for me. But it felt so foreign to me that when I experienced it, "Stop!" was my first reaction. How funny to yell stop at what you most need.

The walls of my limited understanding of love had trapped me. But God cut a little hole in my wall-a window-and gave me a glimpse into the kind of love that He offers. Then He told me that it was just that: a peek. Nowhere close to the fullness of His love. And even the glimpse, at least initially, was too much for me. Sometimes windows are like that. We move rapidly away from what we see in them, only to be drawn back to the view.

I knew that I was not fully ready to comprehend the extent to which God had revealed His love to me that day, but I also realized something else. It had been a very long time since I had felt that deeply connected to the presence of God. There had been weeks and months of quiet times when I never experienced God like that. I had read verses and journaled about those verses and even talked with other people about those verses, but I had never been that aware of God. The encounter I had with God on that park bench went beyond any experience I had ever had during a quiet time.

God began to teach me that there were so very many ways to deepen my relationship with Him. So very many ways in which to know and experience Him. And that the park bench counted as much as the quiet time did. That was revolutionary for me.

Slowly I began to understand that I had been seeing God from such a narrow perspective. I had boxed God up and compartmentalized Him into thirty minutes each morning. But in reality, He had been waiting for me to realize that He had invaded all the parts of my day, if I would just pay attention.

So I began to have "quiet times" all over the place.

Not long after this, my husband, John, and I went to see the stage production of Les Misérables. Toward the end of the play, as the hero, Jean Valjean, is near death, he sings to his adopted daughter, Cosette, "to love another person is to see the face of God."

As I watched the scene, tears began streaming down my face. I am not by nature a big crier, so John quickly asked me what was wrong. I said, "That is one of the truest and most beautiful phrases I have ever heard. That should have been a verse in the Bible. Why didn't God make that a verse in the Bible?"

One night, a few weeks later, John got into bed and said, "I want to read you something."

He opened his Bible to Genesis 33 and read to me the words of Jacob, reunited with Esau after having been estranged for a long time: "For to see your face is like seeing the face of God" (verse 10).

I was so glad to see that God had taken me up on my suggestion to make that a verse in the Bible.

And after that, often when I was in conversation with a good friend, I would think that part of the experience was like looking into the face of God: a quiet time.

Whenever I ate a good meal, preferably one I did not have to cook, I was struck by the gratuitous nature of the God who made the colors, flavors, and textures of avocado, red pepper, and tilapia. He only needed to make food nutritious and caloric. Everything we eat could simply taste like bread and milk, and functionally that would be good enough. There is really no need for the variety and taste sensations that we experience when we eat, but God created them anyway. Steve Evans, a noted Christian philosopher, says that perhaps the best proof for the existence of God is banana cream pie. I think Steve is onto something.

So just as I found God in my friendships and in my children, I realized that a meal could also become a quiet time. Through my awareness of and gratitude for oatmeal with brown sugar, figs, and oranges, or mixed green lettuce and mushrooms, or horseradish sauce on a thinly sliced filet, I deeply reflected on the good nature of God. I truly learned what it means to "taste and see that the Lord is good" (Psalm 34:8).

We get so prescriptive with the spiritual life. We prepackage what it means to have quiet time, and then we duplicate it, mass-produce it, insist upon it, and brag about it. We make it a formula: Thirty minutes. In the morning. Prayer that includes adoration, confession, thanksgiving, and supplication. And then, of course, we journal.

I remember where I was the day I realized that Jesus never journaled. I was driving, and when that thought flashed through my mind, I challenged it. That can't be true. When I realized it was true-Jesus never journaled-I pulled my car over to the side of the road and couldn't figure out whether to laugh or cry.

I don't think journaling is bad. I just think we have come to see it as a spiritual necessity, and it's not. My husband is a pretty consistent journaler. It is very helpful to him in connecting with God. It is a practice that has helped shape his relationship and response to God. It is not so with me. I find journaling tedious. I am very self-conscious when I do it. I fall into the trap of doing it just to keep the dates consistent. I worry that when I die, someone will open those journals and notice the enormous gaps between the dates. John suggested that I pencil in "see other journals for missing entries," but I figured if I had to lie about my spiritual practice it might be time to find a new one.

I also don't think having a quiet time is bad. Quite the contrary. Quiet times have helped me enrich my relationship with God and transform my character. But when it becomes prescriptive and confining and routine, a quiet time can be more of a barrier than a help.

There are so many correlations in Scripture between the spiritual life and the life of an athlete in training. As followers of Christ, we need to cross train. Athletes do this so that the whole body is developed, not just a focused part of it. When we give ourselves permission to vary our spiritual routines, we emerge with a broader, multifaceted view of our great God. What a joy to realize that from the time we wake up in the morning until the moment we lay our head on the pillow to sleep, we have been given a variety of extraordinary ways to connect with our extraordinary God.

Not long ago, we were driving on the highway that goes into Yosemite through the Wawona Tunnel. When we emerged from the tunnel, we came to a spot on the left where we could pull over: Inspiration Point. Scores of cars were parked there, and people were getting out of their cars to take photographs.

We got out of the car, and suddenly I was overwhelmed by one of the most magnificent views I had ever seen. The valley below was truly awe-inspiring, with El Capitan's sheer granite wall on the left, and Half Dome and Bridal Veil Falls on the right. There was no sign telling people to whisper, but intuitively, they were. It seemed that we were all in awe as we witnessed what can happen with a wave of God's hand.

As I looked down into the valley, I was reminded that a very big God is taking care of the universe. And all of this goes on while I am occupied with my simple little life. The beauty that He has created is absolutely breathtaking, and it is only a glimpse at the beauty of His Spirit.

And for me, it is a quiet time.

And it counts.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS....................xiii
AUTHOR'S NOTE....................xv
INTRODUCTION....................1
THE PROBLEM WITH QUIET TIME 1....................13
THIS, TOO? 2....................25
JELL-O 3....................35
PRONOUNS 4....................47
WORK 5....................61
ORDINARY 6....................65
THE B WORD 7....................71
SHOES 8....................85
COULD WE PLEASE STOP TALKING LIKE THIS? 9....................91
JESUS 10....................99
COULDA, SHOULDA, WOULDA 11....................109
DON'T FORGET TO REMEMBER 12....................119
MODEL 13....................125
HEROES 14....................137
OPEN OR CLOSED 15....................149
LONGINGS, ACHES, AND PAINS 16....................161
ALL I NEED 17....................167
HOLY 18....................171
REAL 19....................179
STARTS AND STOPS 20....................185
ABOUT THE AUTHOR....................187
NOTES
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