The Answer

The answer isn't more hate. The answer isn't more love. The answer is Jesus. Full-stop. Period. End of story. Only Jesus can put to death hostilities by nailing them to the cross (Eph 2:16). Only Jesus can rectify and redeem all the injustices of the world. Only Jesus can save.

Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life (John 14:6). Jesus is the Savior. Jesus is the answer. He's where I am putting all my hope.

There is a Savior. [Insert Elected Official Name Here] Ain't It!

Here I am again, entering the political foray. It's not my traditional arena for sharing, but given how crazy things have gotten, I feel I must once again enter the arena. I wrote back in 2016 about why I voted third party, and while I have not yet firmly made my voting decisions for this year, I can tell you that I am still very disappointed in both party's candidates. I will also tell you that I am 100% percent convinced that neither candidate will save America.

Others have written more eloquently about why neither of the original candidates for president this year stood for Christian ideals. (See O. Alan Noble, 2024; I would agree it is still the case) I am not here to tell people who to vote for based on that statement. Rather, I am going to agree with Professor O. Alan Noble that voters need to hold their candidates accountable for bad, wrong, and sinful policies. I also think that Christian voters need to hold themselves accountable.

As Christians, we say that we believe in a sovereign King, yet we, like the Israelites, demand a man or woman to lead us. We are very blessed with the governmental and religious freedom we have in America, but our government is imperfect, stained by the sin from which all mankind suffers, and from which all mankind needs a Savior.

There is a Savior, and He lives in heaven, not on earth. When we tout a candidate like he or she is the be-all, end-all, I argue that we border on, or even indulge in idolatry. We need to hold ourselves accountable for that. We act like our politicians are going to save America, save us. Sorry. That's been done, by Jesus. Hard stop. One day, every knee will bow, and it will be to Jesus, not to a sovereign (1 Tim 2:1-4; Phil 2:10). The only time all things will be right is when He comes back to rule and to reign. 

Pray for our leaders (1 Tim 2:1-4). Scriptures command us to do so. Vote for whom you want, whether a party candidate, or a write-in. When you do, however, hold yourself accountable to keeping that sovereign in his or her proper place. Only Jesus reigns supreme. Nothing will shake Him, not an elected official, or an election. There is a Savior, and [insert elected official name here] ain't it!

Reference:

O. Alan Noble. (2024, July 5). So you've decided to vote for an unfit candidate. You are not your own. https://newsletter.oalannoble.com/p/so-youve-decided-to-vote-for-an-unfit

There is a Savior.

My mom had (thankfully minor) surgery last week. I sat at work in a situation where I desperately wanted some word of help to offer, but had none. I watched my husband continue to soldier on under an immense weight of work that I wanted to help bear, but could not. I wanted to be a savior, but I wasn't.

The Spirit had to remind me, over and over again, that there is a Savior, and I'm not it. My mom has a Savior. His name is Jesus, and He is more than able to care for her needs. I have no word of my own, but I have the name of Jesus. I have no ability to help, but I have a Jesus on whom I can call. Praise Him!

There is a Savior. There is a Savior. There is a Savior! I have no help to give. One of His names is Helper. I am powerless, but He is powerful. I am unable. He is able. Praise the mighty name of Jesus!

Immanuel, God With Us

I am not trying to be a Scrooge, but this really is not the "most wonderful time of the year." People are struggling. People are hurting. People are grieving. This is true throughout the year, but somehow, I think we expect those things to disappear around the holidays. Or, we expect the holiday joy to eclipse our pain and sorrow and grief. No and no. It's all here. Sometimes the joy and cheer actually seem to accentuate the pain, and it hurts. Sometimes it is even devastating.

So what is the hope of this season? Jesus. Despite all the pretty nativity scenes, Jesus coming to earth was not pretty. His conception was a scandal. Because of Him, His mother risked losing her betrothed beloved. His earthly father risked shame and humiliation. His parents were on a long and probably dirty journey when he was born. When that happened, Jesus endured separation from God the Father. He experienced the imperfections of earth for the first time. He started on His long journey to the cross.

Jesus gets it. He experienced the joys of the earth, and the sorrows. His birth is both a celebration and a sorrow.  As we go through this season, with its highs and lows, we can rely on Immanuel, God with us, to be with us through the highs and lows. We can rely on His presence. We can rely on His comfort. We can rely on His peace. He is with us. Always. Praise Him!

Knowing Jesus Does Make it Easier.

As I stepped out of the embrace of my husband, his shoulder drenched in tears, I thought, "Knowing Jesus doesn't make it any easier." But then I thought, "Actually, yes, yes it does. Knowing Jesus does make it easier."

Death is never easy. It is separation from a loved one in this life. It is painful, sad, heart-wrenching, real. Knowing Jesus does not make the emotional pain any less, but it does make the experience of loss different.

It has been a week now since the loss of my aunt. I have certainly shed tears over her death. At the same time, I have rejoiced that she is no longer in pain. I have celebrated that she is now with Jesus. I have remembered that she ran her race well, and with joy to the end.

Because of Jesus' my aunt's life had meaning, purpose. Because of Jesus, my aunt is not dead, but alive, with Christ, in heaven, Praise Jesus for that!

Knowing Jesus does not take away the pain of this life and this world, but it does make it easier. Friend, do you know him by faith, through grace? If not, may I plead with you to consider that journey? Admit that you are a sinner. Believe that Jesus Christ is a sinless savior able to pay for your sins. Confess Him as Lord. That's what my aunt did. I believe that's what she is doing today. She would want you, want us to join her. In and through Jesus, this is possible.

Sometimes You Have to be Cold for Jesus.

My grandfather baptized me in the creek near our home when I was somewhere between the ages of eight and ten. I remember wading out into the chilly water, shivering while he gave his brief talk. Somewhere in there, he said, "Sometimes you have to be cold for Jesus." I am not really sure why he said that, and looking back, I am not sure where he was in his own relationship with Jesus at the time. Still, those words stuck with me.

I thought of those words they day I found myself shivering at the graveside of a college friend's grandmother. I had driven my friend and I there in a borrowed car. It was rather outrageous thing to do, but I believed that God wanted me to do it. So I did. Sometimes you have to be cold for Jesus.

I have been in relationships and relational settings where people were cold. When called to be there, though, faith compelled me to stay. Sometimes you have to be cold for Jesus.

Two of our elders at church recently preached from Hebrews 5:8, about how Jesus learned obedience through suffering. Jesus, perfect though he was, had to gain the experiencing of earthly suffering in order to be a perfect substitute for our sins. He probably got cold in his 33 years of life on earth, and her certainly experienced frigid responses from people.

Being cold in a temperature sense, or even in a relational sense, is small suffering compared to what Jesus suffered on the cross. It is "light" in comparison with the persecution believers endure around the world. Still, it is a struggle, and one that reminds me that following Jesus is a choice. My baptism was my confession of my choice, and to this day, those words, "Sometimes you have to be cold for Jesus" remind me of it.

The Answer Really is Jesus!

There is a joke in the church that little kids answer every question with, "Jesus." But you know what? They're really not that far off. In some way, shape, or form, the answer to every question really is, Jesus.

The answer to sin? Jesus (John 3:16). The answer to death? Jesus (Rev 1:18). The answer to judging other people? Looking to Jesus instead (Goff, 2019). The answer to work life balance? Centering on Jesus (Yohn, 2022). I could go on and on. At the heart of everything the answer really is Jesus!

Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life (John 14:6). Jesus created all things, and in him all things hold together (Col 1). We are to fix our eyes on Christ (Col 3). The Bible says that we should have faith like little children (Matt 18:1-4). Looking to Jesus as the answer is one way to return to this.

References:

Goff, B. (2019). Live in grace, walk in love: A 365-day journey. Nelson Books.

Yohn, D. (2022, April 22). Debunking the 'work-life' balance myth. The Gospel Coalition. https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/work-life-balance-myth/

Is COVID-19 the Death Knell?

In the midst of rapid rises in the number of COVID-19 cases in my county, I have been contemplating my own mortality with increasing regularity. I ask myself:

-Have I done everything I wished to do? 

-If I die, will my husband have what he needs? 

-Do I want a DNR? 

-Do we need a will? 

These thoughts nearly bring me to tears. But then I remember that COVID-19 is not a terminal diagnosis. I don't even know for sure that I've been exposed to it yet. It isn't a sure death knell.

As I thought further recently, I thought of the verse, "To live is Christ, and to die is gain" (Philippians 1:21). I pictured myself at heaven's door, with my life being weighed on the scales. I saw the weight of my sin thud my side of the balance to the floor. But then I saw the weight of Jesus' perfect sacrifice land on the other side, catapulting my sins far, far away. (Psalm 103:2 says that God removes our sins as far as the east is from the west.) That comforted me. Should I go, when I go, I know where I am going: to heaven, a place where no trace of COVID-19 or its wrath remain.

COVID-19 is serious. We are taking precautions we can, but we still may get it. But even then, COVID-19 it isn't a sure killer. You know what is the death knell? Sin. We're all infected by it. We all test positive. Sin separates us from God here on this earth and in the life to come unless we have a relationship with Jesus.

Maybe this seems a bit serious or even preachy, but seriously, if you don't know Jesus, take care of it now. I have. We're all going to die, of COVID-19, or something else. And if we die without Jesus as Savior, we're going to experience even greater suffering than we currently have.

So please, if you don't know Jesus:

-Repent of your sins.

-Believe in Jesus and his perfect atoning sacrifice for salvation.

-Confess that Jesus is Lord.

Do this today. Do it before COVID-19 or something else takes you from this life. Salvation by grace through faith in Jesus is the only thing that can save you from the sure death knell of sin.

Sugar Free January? Absolutely Not!

Many of you know that I prefer to be a person of balance. I don't like diets or absolutes or restrictions. I prefer to be intuitive. But this January, after seeing the challenge on Pinch of Yum, I decided to go off sugar, like absolutely. I don't normally eat a lot of sugar to begin with, andnd I usually prefer to sweeten with honey or maple syrup if I can. But I'd noticed myself getting a lot more attracted to sweets, to the point that I realized I was looking to food for comfort, instead of to Jesus my Savior.

So I cut sugar out. I stopped taking chewable vitamins that contained sugar. I checked every condiment I used at home and if it had sugar, I left it off or out (think Worchestershire, sriracha, mustard, etc.) I tried to skip food I knew could have sugar when eating food at work (bread, salad dressing, etc.) I didn't eat homemade bread I made that had a little sugar for sweetener, and I certainly the cookies I made for my husband. I thought I was doing pretty good.

And then I heard on a podcast that table salt contains sugar. I panicked. What? I'd worked so hard to avoid sugar, but I hadn't avoided salt. I'd used it both in recipes and at the table. I went home and checked the label and sure enough, there is dextrose (aka sugar) in iodized table salt. Why? I googled it, and it turns out dextrose is a preservative. So I'd been eating sugar all along, albeit in small amounts.

I was tempted after gaining that knowledge to give up my sugar fast, but I'm stubborn, and I didn't. I wanted to cave again when it got to be January 31st and I made cookies for my husband. Why not indulge? It was the last day of January anyway. But I stuck to my guns. I wanted to binge eat (a negative side effect of fasting) everything sugar (chocolate, cake, cookies, etc.)on the first of February, but by God's grace, I just enjoyed some of this lemon chocolate chip cake.

So what did I learn from Sugar Free January?

-Sugar is in a lot of things.
-Living in a world of absolutes is really difficult, if not impossible. (I can only imagine what it is like for people who absolutely have to avoid certain foods due to allergies.)
-Sometimes when I want sugar, I am just hungry.
-I am capable of finding snacks that taste good or meet a need and don't contain sugar.
-Reintroducing sugar (so far) has really had no ill effects. I just feel best when I eat sugar after I have other food in my stomach (which I already know, but had reinforced by this challenge/experiment/fast).

My biggest takeaway:

Sugar isn't really as evil as some people make it out to be.

Sugar isn't the be all, end all. It's A comfort, not THE comfort. It can be an extreme, but it doesn't have to be. It's a preservative and a flavor enhancer, so it actually has uses. I won't die or even feel that bad if I eat it (or don't).

All in all, Sugar Free January was a good reminder to me to let God be God, people be people, and allow balance to fluctuate in its meaning. 

Maybe I'm stirring up a hornet's nest with saying I don't believe sugar is evil. But I don't. I believe sugar is a good gift from God that's meant to be enjoyed in moderation (1 Tim 4:4; Jam 1:17). May I partake of it as such.

Hopelessness and Hope

“Hopelessness is the doorway to hope.” I’ve read that quote from Paul David Tripp twice in the past 24 hours. At face value, it seems rather harsh. Who wants to promote hopelessness as a way to hope? And yet the quote really resonates with me, both on personal and a professional level.

There was a time in my life when I was very hopeless and literally had no aspirations for the future. I remember doing an art therapy project (remember my post about going to therapy?) where I drew my feelings on a continuum and shaded it. I had literally no hope and all of life seemed blase and lacking in meaning. But that hopelessness was what led my parents to seek help for me, bringing both professionals and lay people into my life to restore my health and hope. It was one of the darkest seasons of my life, but going through that hopelessness helped make me who I am today.

On a professional level, I often wonder if I am making any difference. It’s not my job to tell people what to do, or even to demand that they find hope, but to sit with them at their darkest and support them if and when they want to crawl towards the light. It’s a high and hard calling, and walking in it often hurts. But if hope is the doorway to hopelessness, than maybe what I’m doing does matter. I’m being given the privilege to sit with people at their lowest, but when at their lowest, they are at the cusp of finding hope. How amazing is that?

I don’t really have a conclusion to this post, but maybe rather an encouragement to those reading. If you’re feeling hopeless, maybe you’re almost to hope. (If you are feeling suicidal at all, please reach out for help to the National Suicide Prevention Helpline at 1-800-273-8255.) You’re realizing all the things that don’t work and being able to recognize and reach for what really matters. Ultimately, I pray that you find Jesus and salvation in Him, because He is the only way to freedom from hopelessness and eternal hope forever.

Presence is My Gift to Jesus This Year

As I read my Savor devotional about the most important gifts the other morning, I thought about Christmas and what Jesus would want from me this year. The word that immediately came to mind was Presence. I want to be present this year. Present with Jesus. Present with my family and friends and loved ones. Present in the moment. 

I've been trying to cultivate little moments of presence and preparation for Christmas throughout the week, but it's hard. Life is busy. Work is busy. It seems like there are always a thousand things to do, but life is about choices and priorities. We can always make choices to prioritize what's important.

Jesus coming as a baby in a manger was about relationship. It was about God condescending to man to bring the light of a perfect baby into a dark, dark world. It was about Mary receiving what God had for her. It was about Mary's betrothed Joseph supporting her in what seemed like an impossible mission to raise the Son of God.

So in celebration of Christmas, I started trying to do one thing a day to cultivate celebration. (I've posted about that on Instagram.) Some things were little, like using a Christmas hot pad. 

Some were bigger, like an art project I did with a group at work and didn't necessarily want to finish, but did.

But what I tried, by God's grace, to prioritize were relationships and serving those around me: I got to make dinner for my family Saturday night. 

We slowed down to go for a walk to look at lights.

I've been trying to hold my schedule a little more loosely so that I have time to spend with people I love. 

As I consider Jesus coming into the world as the Light of lights, I realize that relationships are what really matter. May I be present in them for this season, and beyond, for the way I live my life daily is a year-long celebration of what Christ did for me by coming to earth at Christmas and then dying on the cross at Calvary.

Wise Words

I have a tendency to freak out about things. I over think. I over react. I get all in a tizzy when I don't need to. During one such episode earlier this year, my dear best friend texted me these wise words:

"There are no promises. There is no guarantee. Everything is terrifying, and there is only Jesus."

She couldn't have said anything more apt. There truly are no promises in this world. There are only the truths of the living Bible. There are no guarantees, only the reality that God is holy and that His definition of good will eventually win out. This world and its troubles are frightening. I truly don't know what will happen today, or tomorrow, or in the future. I only know that the end of my story is eternity in heaven won by Jesus' sacrificial death on the cross for my sins.

As I've faced fear after fear lately, and walked with my family and friends as they've faced their own fears, I've continually repeated my friend's words, "Everything is terrifying, and there is only Jesus." I don't enjoy facing fear, but realizing that fear is part of life and that my Savior is my only certainty is life-giving. The way I live my life is a choice, and I choose Jesus.

Legacy

It would have been 62 years today. Sixty-two years that my grandparents had been married. Nana went to be with Jesus three years ago, but I know that Granddad is still celebrating.

Sixty two is a big number. More than double my age. Large compared to the number of years most marriages last. One, maybe five or seven year; ten or fifteen if you're lucky.

What were the secrets to my grandparents' long lasting marriage? You'd have to ask them to be sure, but if you ask me, there were two: Jesus and mutual service. Nana and Granddad met at Bible school where they were both pursuing the things God had called them to do: Nana teaching, and Granddad preparing to be a Bible translator. Jesus was always at the center of their relationship and their marriage, and they agreed on big life decisions based on that foundation. When it came to service, there may have been some silliness, but they loved each other, and it showed. Nana followed Granddad literally all over the world when he served as a missionary pilot. She tended to him when he was deathly ill from appendictis. She prayed for him. She let him go to far places to investigate plan crashes. When Nana got too sick to travel, Granddad gave up his career to retire and stay home. Granddad cared for Nana like none other, tending to the house, taking her to doctor appointments, and making more than one trip to the emergency room. When it came time to move, Granddad did the heavy work so Nana could rest. As Nana's mind tired, Granddad stayed by her side, rarely leaving even to go grocery shopping because he knew it would unsettle her. Granddad cared for Nana right up to the end, too, sitting with her for hours in the med facility where professionals had to attend to her big medical needs. Nana wasn't always fully cognizant of what was going on around her, but she knew Granddad was there because their bond was so close.

When I think of legacy, I think of my grandparents' marriage. I don't know at this stage if I'll ever get married, but if I do, I do know this: only a marriage that is founded on Jesus survives.

So on this day, September 22, 2018, happy anniversary, Granddad and Nana. I love you and thank you for leaving the legacy of a marriage that points me to Jesus.

I Choose Joy-Jesus

I've been fighting so hard for joy. And some days it's just exhausting. I want to be happy and satisfied and content, but's it's a battle.

The other day as I was driving around (the car is a place I frequently talk to God, though I should do this everywhere), I had a thought: Joy isn't so much as choosing happiness, but more about choosing Jesus. Jesus is the Source of joy, the Giver of life eternal, my Connection to the Creator of everything good. There's nothing wrong with recognizing the good things in life, and I want to keep doing that. But if I look to those things for satisfaction, it will never be enough. Things fail. They pass away. They get tarnished and sullied by the evil of this world

So every day, especially on those hard days when I can't seem to find joy, I'm choosing Jesus. May I always choose Jesus, even as I continue to look for the joy He gives me on this earth.

Who I Serve and Where I'm Going

Arizona lost a public servant this past Saturday. Regardless of political or religious party, I think it's hard to argue that John McCain was anything but a servant. He was first a member of the United States military, then a POW, a senator, and a presidential candidate. As Arizona and the nation have mourned his loss, I have seen his likeness and life story posted everywhere. And the one burning question I have is, "I wonder where he is now."

John McCain was not overtly religious. He was more about politics than asserting his personal beliefs. But he is still a human with a destiny, and I hope He is with Jesus.

McCain's daughter Meghan posted the following on Instagram and it gives me some hope:

But in my mind, stating that McCain is with the "Author of All Things" still does not make it clear what he believed. It's not my place to judge, it's just that I care where he went.

As I've reflected on the uncertainty of McCain's whereabouts, I've thought about my own life. I am not always open about what I believe, nor overtly expressive about whom I serve. I have faith in God through the Lord Jesus Christ, but I'm not shouting that from the street corners. I believe that I'll go to heaven because of what Christ did on the cross to pay for my sins, but I don't want to beat people over the head with it. Rather than advertising my faith on back of my t-shirt or the rear window of my car, I hope live in a way that demonstrates Who I worship and where I'm going. 

Whenever I go, I want people to know that I serve Jesus 

and that my forever home is in heaven. 

May the Holy Spirit continue His work in me to make that truth evident.

I Can't Do This.

I work in the helping profession. You'd think I'd know how to love people. Nope! God has been impressing on me lately the fact that I don't really know how to love people, or at least love them well.

The problem, you see, is that I've been trying to love people out of my own power. I've been trying to love people because I'm a good person, because loving is what I'm supposed to do. And it's not working. In and of myself, I don't have enough love for the world. I don't have enough love for myself for crying out loud! And that's where the problem lies. 

I read a quote on Pinterest recently that said "Embracing God's love is the key to loving others." As much as I preach self care and self compassion and self love, I often lack it for myself. That's because I'm not resting in God's love and in who He says I am. I am out being busy, trying to do the right things, trying to earn God's favor, trying to justify Jesus saving me, even if I know that's impossible. I've got it all backwards.

I can't love on my own. I can't live on my own. I can only love and live because the Holy Spirit of Christ indwells me with the love of the Father. I have zero power. God has absolute power.

Perhaps I've been so tired lately because I've been trying to regenerate myself, to do in my own mind and heart and soul what only Christ can do. I've been focusing on doing love instead of being filled with Love. It's not working.

God, let me find myself in your love. You love me perfectly and completely. You gave your only Son for me! Fill the empty vessel of this life you created in me with your love. Let your love in me flow out to others for your honor and glory. I can't do this. You can.

Not Perfect Like Jesus

"Why do I need community?" I asked myself. "Why do I need so badly to find a place where I can be filled by other people?" After all, Jesus went away on a mountain to pray when he needed to regroup (Luke 6:12). "Why can't I do that? I'm supposed to be like Jesus, right?"

As I stood there looking in the mirror, I suddenly had this thought, "But you're not Jesus. You're not perfect." And then I had this thought, "Jesus always had community. He was a member of the triune God and always had that communal fellowship and filling." Yes, believers in Jesus have the promised Holy Spirit, but that's not exactly fellowship. If God intended for us to do life on our own, he would have made us one man bandstands who could give to others without needing to receive. But that's not the way he made us.

God made people to be relational beings. I've written about the verses that keeps me motivated to stay in church many times, but here they are again. Hebrews 10:24-25 says, "And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching" (New International Version). I need people. We need people. We can't do it alone. Yes, we need to give (a conviction that often brings me guilt), but we also need to receive. We can't do one without the other.

Jesus is the Prince of Peace.

It's easy to get overwhelmed by all the evil in this world: the killings, the natural disasters, the insult-slinging, the racism, the homophobia, etc. etc. This is all the work of the prince of this world (John 12:31), the "roaring lion" (1 Pet 5:8) who only comes to "steal and to kill and to destroy" (John 10:10).

But then I remember that I, too, have a prince: Jesus, the Prince of Peace. As God's own son, he comes to bring "a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair" (Isa 61:3). I choose to focus on and worship Him.

Isaiah 9:6
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Matthew 14:33
Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”

Mark 1:1
The beginning of the good news about Jesus the Messiah, the Son of God.

John 1:49
Then Nathanael declared, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God; you are the king of Israel.”

John 11:27
“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”

John 20:31
But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name.

Acts 5:31
God exalted him to his own right hand as Prince and Savior that he might bring Israel to repentance and forgive their sins.

Romans 1:4
And who through the Spirit of holiness was appointed the Son of God in power by his resurrection from the dead: Jesus Christ our Lord.

Hebrews 4:14
Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess.

Hebrews 7:3
Without father or mother, without genealogy, without beginning of days or end of life, resembling the Son of God, he remains a priest forever.

1 John 5:20
We know also that the Son of God has come and has given us understanding, so that we may know him who is true. And we are in him who is true by being in his Son Jesus Christ. He is the true God and eternal life.

Jesus is Glorified

Jesus is glorified.

Honored with praise, admiration or worship; extolled; made glorious; invested with glory (Dictionary.com, n. d.).

John 11:4

When he heard this, Jesus said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.”

John 12:28

“Father, glorify your name!” Then a voice came from heaven, “I have glorified it, and will glorify it again.”

John 13:31

When he was gone, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man is glorified and God is glorified in him.”

John 13:32

If God is glorified in him, God will glorify the Son in himself, and will glorify him at once.

John 14:13

And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son.

Acts 3:13

The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God of our fathers, has glorified his servant Jesus. You handed him over to be killed, and you disowned him before Pilate, though he had decided to let him go.

Reference:

Glorified. (n. d.). Dictionary.com Unabridged. Retrieved March 03, 2016 from Dictionary.com website http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/glorified