Hello! My Name is Aaron

Hi,

My name is Aaron Ybarra, named after Aaron the brother of Moses,

sent by God to help the prophet when he doubted himself.

He acted as Moses’ mouthpiece before Pharaoh.

As soon as they were out of Egypt however,

Aaron kinda went crazy.

Under pressure from his peers,

he built a golden idol while Moses was away

and claimed that it just kinda happened

when caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He and Miriam also talked smack on Moses while

he was in the tent with the presence of God.

And died in the wilderness.

My name means “lofty, high, exalted, mountain.”

Fitting now that I am in the Blue Ridge of North Carolina.

In the Bible, there is a lot in a name.

Nothing is lost.

So,

What can we learn from this?

What is my legacy?

I am a helper. I am a spokesperson.

I am also suggestible and can fly off the handle

when not under careful supervision.

I am a leader but also a born follower.

I need a mentor and a guide

to help me be a fully realized me.

So, Jesus empower me to speak,

to evangelize, to help, and come beside.

Guard my tongue and my heart.

Rid my heart of deception.

Let me own my issues.

Cleanse me of all pride.

Keep me pure of influences that would

have me make an ass out of myself.

As the song says,

“Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above.”

Amen.

 

Jonah 4

You may or may not be familiar with the life of Jonah.

Jonah was a prophet way back when. God tells him to go to a place to Ninevah to preach to the people there, that they would stop doing all the bad stuff they were doing and instead do good. Jonah receives his mission and runs away, taking the soonest ship to the furthest town. En route, he hits a storm and, in a moment of conviction, asks the crew to throw him overboard. Not knowing what else to do, they do just that. Jonah is swallowed by the sea creature a la Pinocchio and spends three days in the belly of the beast. At that point, he has a change of heart, asks God for a hand out, and God does just that. The creature spits him out and he high-tails it over to Ninevah to ask them also to turn their lives around. In no short time, they do.

And all ends happily ever after, right? I wish. No. Many retellings of Jonah’s life end there, but his life extends to another chapter. In this chapter, he is sitting on a hill looking over the just-saved city of Ninevah, hoping that God will change His mind and blow it up. “Please, Lord, isn’t this what I thought while I was still in my own country? That’s why I fled toward Tarshish in the first place. I knew that you are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger, abounding in faithful love, and one who relents from sending disaster. And now, Lord, take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live,” says the prophet. Despite all that Jonah has been through, he still wants the Ninevites to die and for God to take him with them.

Fortunately, God doesn’t grant Jonah’s request. Instead, he lets Jonah sit in the hot sun for a good, long while until Jonah is about to faint. Then, He grows up a plant to cover Jonah’s head. Jonah loves his plant because the comfort it provides him. God allows him a moment of solace than kills the plant.

Jonah flips out. When God asks him if his anger is justified, Jonah is 1200% sure that it is. At this, God asks a follow-up question, “You cared about the plant, which you did not labor over and did not grow. It appeared in the night and perished in the night. But may I not care about the great city of Ninevah, which has more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who cannot distinguish between their right and their left, as well as many animals?” With that, God drops the mic and Jonah’s story ends there. We don’t know how he responded. In truth, we don’t need to. This is God’s question to us. We all have plants in our lives, things we put in priority over the people all around us. Are we brave enough to let them go and selfless enough to see the needs of others, even if those needs belong to those we don’t see eye to eye with?

The challenge is simple. God is waiting for the answer. Don’t be a Jonah. Answer the call.

Limits Are Limits

Your limits are your limits

don’t be embarrassed

Feel free to test them,

very often they are just a glass ceiling

beyond which is your true reality,

but even still limits exist,

they are your body, mind, and soul saying,

“not now, and maybe even not ever”

Stand  and celebrate them,

our weakness is just as much a part of us

as our strengths,

in fact, embracing what we are not

is just as beautiful and healthy and good

as embracing what we are.

So, be honest with yourself,

let the critics have their say,

but rejoice in knowing who you are

we are powerless

we like to preach on power,

but it’s a simple fact that there are things

over which we are powerless

nature, for example, and death.

we can talk until we are blue in the face

about empowerment and still always be

sideswiped by these overriding forces.

therefore, we must proceed in humility

working with these things,

not in spite of them,

learning to cope with their existence

in order to truly thrive.

the alternative, my friends, is 

a descent into madness.