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How Majestic Is Your Name

April 11, 2016 Maggie Getz

If you've been following along on my Instagram, you probably saw that I spent the last nine days in the land of rolling green hills and shamrocks. Ireland's beauty blew me away. (Believe me, it took a lot of restraint to not post all of the 200-plus photos that I snapped.) 

My family and I traveled to the Motherland to visit relatives, so I knew most of my time there would be spent living like a local and I was pretty pumped for it. But the one site I simply had to see was the Cliffs of Moher. They've been on my bucket list long before this vacation even came about, and I knew I had to make it there before the trip ended. 

Our sweet cousins drove us to the Cliffs last week. I am still thinking of the place and looking at the photos in awe. The whole time standing at the Cliffs, I kept saying, "Wow." They're beautiful, awe-inspiring, wondrous, glorious, majestic, and untouched. Like a bit of heaven here on Earth. 

As my dad and I stood there, I said, "How can someone see this and not believe in God?" It's too unbelievable to have come from man's hands or some random act of science. How awesome that the God who created all of this is the very same One who loves me, who knows me, and who cares for me in the smallest of details? He created me, just as He created this vast ocean and these glorious cliffs. 

Rather than write a long blog post trying to come up with more adjectives for "beautiful," I'd rather leave you with the words of Psalm 8. A poetic love song for creation. Scripture just says it best, you know?

"Lord, our Lord, 

how majestic is your name in all the earth! 

You have set your glory

in the heavens. 

Through the praise of children and infants

you have established a stronghold against your enemies, 

to silence the foe and the avenger. 

When I consider your heavens, 

the work of your fingers, 

the moon and the stars, 

which you have set in place, 

what is mankind that you are mindful of them, 

human beings that you care for them? 

You have made them a little lower than the angels

and crowned them with glory and honor. 

You made them rulers over the works of your hands; 

you put everything under their feet:

all flocks and herds, 

and the animals of the wild, 

the birds in the sky,

and the fish in the sea, 

all that swim the paths of the seas.

Lord, our Lord, 

how majestic is your name in all the earth!"

In faith Tags ireland, cliffs of moher, majestic, creation, faith
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The Day After Easter

March 28, 2016 Maggie Getz

"Christ is risen from the dead.

We are one with Him again.

Come awake, come awake,

Come and rise up from the grave.

Oh death! Where is your sting?

Oh hell, where is your victory?

Oh church, come stand in the light.

Our God is not dead; 

He's alive, He's alive!"

I can't believe it's been one year since I sang those words on Easter Sunday during my baptism. One year ago, I publicly gave my life to Christ at my church and shared my story with the congregation. My mom and my sister travelled to New York City to be with me on Easter. In fact, my mom video taped the whole thing—I watched the video back last night and teared up a bit. Having she and my sister there is something I will never forget.

I was floored by all the other friends and family who surrounded me during that special day, and how even more people reached out when they couldn't be there in person. We celebrated after the service with a homemade Easter brunch, and as I looked around all I could think was, God is so good. 

Thank you to everyone who was present both physically and in spirit that day. I was touched by each and every one of you.

Last Easter, I let the words of Colossians guide my testimony as I stood in front of the church, living as one made alive in Christ. 

“You have taken off your old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.”
— Colossians 3:10

The verse is in the present tense. He is renewing us, and he will continue to do so. I felt the immense power of that word on Easter, and the Lord has brought even more life and light into my world since then. 

He provided new roommates, a new apartment, and a new community. He gave me a new job and helped me let go of my pride. He healed my broken heart, and He cultivated in me a sense of true rest and contentment. 

Easter is a tangible reminder of all of these things.

Yet today is the day after Easter. The extra vibrant worship music has faded to the background. The church is back to normal. And if you live in New York City, it's raining and windy and cold. It doesn't feel as joyous and hopeful as Easter felt. Maybe today you're back to work, back to reality, and life feels a little like it's dragging.

I saw someone post on Instagram this morning about how she feels let down after Easter—like we celebrate this hugely important day and then the day after, and the days to follow, feel as though we're back to the valley. Back to real life. Back to a world that feels hopeless and dark. 

I think her sentiment is one many of us share.

I'm here to tell you that Easter is as much today as it was yesterday, as it is every day of the year. 

The gloriousness that is Easter reigns forever. To comprehend that, we have to take it back to the beginning. When God created heaven and earth, it was perfect. Adam and Eve were perfect. When they sinned, we became sinners, too. As the pastor I heard on Good Friday said, "Before we can understand what was done for us on the cross, we have to see what was done by us."  

God took on flesh as Jesus, a perfect human man who actually lived and walked the earth as one of us. He went to the cross because we are the ones who deserved it. Not Him. Us. He took that on himself. He died a terrible death for you, and for me. He bore the wrath that we deserve.

Why would he do that?

Because he loves us. Plain and simple.

The best news: God didn't stop there. He went one step further. Jesus rose from the dead and ascended to the throne in heaven. In doing so, he granted us eternal life!

All I can say to that is, Wow.

The light we experience on Easter shines brightly for us every single day. We have ultimate peace, hope, and joy because of Easter. It's a peace we won't find anywhere else. Nothing will fulfill and satisfy in the way that our God, Jesus Christ, does. And he gives us His love and protection completely free of charge. 

Easter means we have access to everlasting glory. Easter means we have a deep comfort and assurance that transcends any gloomy Monday. Easter means we can enter into a relationship with God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. It's the greatest relationship we'll ever have.

So come awake, come awake!

He is risen, and He is here with us even when Easter is long over.


If you want to talk more about Jesus Christ and faith and what-the-heck-is-all-this-stuff, shoot me a message. I love meeting new people, whether virtually or in person, and gabbing about life. 

And if you'd like to know more of my story, you can read my testimony here.

Truly, He makes beautiful things.

In faith Tags easter, my story, glory, jesus, faith, good friday, holy week
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We Are All Human

March 20, 2016 Maggie Getz

We are all human. You're going to laugh at me, but that fact became starkly apparent to me this past week after watching the season finale of ABC's The Bachelor.

Full disclosure: I love Jesus, I love worship music, and I love listening to sermon podcasts. I also love me some Chris Harrison and indulging in the guilty pleasure that is the The Bachelor/Bachelorette franchise.

Whether you watch the show or not, you probably heard that last Monday was the season finale. Ben Higgins narrowed down his playing field to two women. Spoiler alert: he tells them both he loves them. He ultimately must decide who to propose to—he goes with Lauren, the woman he can't imagine life without. It's been four months since filming wrapped, and the happy couple is still together and planning a wedding, which is already somewhat of an anomaly in the Bachelor universe.

Now I don't believe in soulmates or "The One." I don't see The Bachelor as the ultimate way to find love or reach some elusive happily ever after. What I do see this show as is a fascinating look at the way we as a culture tend to think and behave, particularly when it comes to relationships.

While the show has been around for 30 seasons (yes, three-zero), I actually started watching only a few seasons ago. It became a fun way to spend time with girlfriends on Monday nights, and it also sparked some really thoughtful and serious conversations.

I became especially invested in this recent season because Bachelor Ben is a Christian. He's spoken openly about his faith, his church, and his relationship values on a regular basis. And not to brag or anything, but he and I also happen to have mutual friends, so I can confirm that his faith is the real deal.

But do I actually know the guy? Nope, never met him in my life. In my dreams? Now that's a different story…

My point is that I'm completely fascinated by Ben and his fiancée Lauren. I feel like I’ve been a part of their relationship since the day they met. I'm wrapped up in this couple’s life together as they navigate dating, engagement, and hopefully marriage, in a Christian context, while the whole country watches them do so.

The publicity and the pressure is enough to make anybody flinch.

Yet here I am at home on my couch, getting into spirited discussions with my friends over whether Ben and his fiancée live together. That's what US Weekly reported, guys, so it must be true.

If they live together, how well are they really representing the Christian faith? I mean they're good people and all, but, like, how much of Believers are they really?

They've prayed together on the show, and they recently gave an interview saying they pray together before bed. Immediately, my mind goes to, Of course they do because they're living together. They're celebrities now. They’ve sold out.

Whoa. Somebody pump the brakes before I drive this car off the road.

Who do I think I am? Who am I to judge?

I don't even know Ben and Lauren. I might think I do because I've been watching them for two hours a week the past three months. But I don't. The only people who know this couple’s true hearts are they themselves—and God.

"Being a Christian, there's a judgment factor placed on you."

That's what Ben told People magazine this week. And he's right—we are so quick to judge, even when as Christians that's exactly what we're called not to do. Judging is one of our favorite pastimes. It's easy. Second-nature even. It makes me sad that we can be known for being judgmental when we serve a God who hung out with societal rejects. He didn’t just hang out with the lepers, the prostitutes, and the tax collectors. He loved them and treated them as equals.

It’s hard to remember that when we live in a world defined by hierarchy.

The Bachelor/The Bachelorette series is a manifestation of this. The process of highly manufactured romance might lead to lasting love and it might not, but ultimately the shows are based on competition and comparison.

In fact, at the time of the Bachelor reunion show (when all the rejected female contenders go on TV to talk about their experience), one woman from Ben’s season was offered the role of the next Bachelorette—only to have it revoked once fans freaked out about the decision and producers deemed another woman’s story more compelling for the Bachelorette. As if it’s not enough to be turned down by the guy you love, this poor girl had (seemingly) all of America turn on her, too. And I was totally a part of that.

The whole situation reminds me of something my friend Hilary, a successful business coach and stylist, posted about the show a few weeks back:

"Tonight's the first time I've ever watched the Bachelor reunion show with such empathy for women, all women. In this microcosm of 28 women there are so many who misunderstood one another because they're an introvert not an extrovert, have a different sense of humor. 

They all have stories of why they're right, until someone apologizes and they concede maybe it wasn't so outrageous after all… I felt I understood every 'villain' for how she acted out of her defensiveness and imperfection. 

So many of the women describe how they feel hard to love. These beautiful, successful, vibrant women who had the courage (or yes, insanity) to take this leap.

Entrepreneurship isn't ideal for every personality. Nor is going on a reality show. Maybe motherhood or city life doesn't light you up the way someone else does.

As strong as we are, we're also tender. I've become and am becoming far better at celebrating who I am. And hope I'm growing better at giving others permission to be who they are.

Be you. It's the only choice that will make you both successful, and happy."

Preach, girlfriend.

How different would life look if we had a little more empathy and a little less judgment? I shudder to think how I would be portrayed on a reality show. I’m sure I would make mistakes. Life works in the same way.

In his book Searching For God Knows What, Donald Miller recounts an incident from middle school when the popular girl was dared to give a geeky boy a kiss on the cheek. Well she goes for it—and “shrivels in disgust” when it’s done. Miller writes,

“Though it was only a dare and could not be confused with a sincere act of affection, she had broken the invisible social barrier. That evening I wondered if the kiss would make an impact on social partitions. A valuable person had crossed the line to kiss a person of no value.

Maybe they would realize we are all just humans, I thought.

Maybe they would realize the feelings of the hierarchy were not true, that we were somehow equal, a computer nerd and a football player, the same.”

We are all just humans. 

I don't know Ben's or Lauren’s stories, I don’t know the stories of the other contestants on the show, and I don’t know the stories of the people I encounter on the streets of New York City every day. They don’t know my story either. How would my storyline be masterfully edited by producers if I went on a reality television show? Lord knows I have made plenty of mistakes and will continue to make them for the rest of my life.

But that's where grace comes in. Oh, how we need it. My heart is so quick to rely on a first impression, my own perception. I make snap judgments every single day—about the homeless man on the subway, about the woman who bumps into me on the street, about the candidates in the presidential race, about the young and attractive Christian couple on America’s favorite dating show. Thank God I’m given grace in this. We all are given His grace, free of charge. What a gift.

I pray that when the world hears about Christianity, they don’t think of being judged or ranked. I pray that we would cherish the uniqueness of each other’s stories and experiences. In the words of Miller, “Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

In the end, our hearts are not our own; they belong to God. He is the only one who gets to judge, and that’s a very good thing. I pray that whether we’re reading an entertainment magazine or we’re interacting with the homeless in our neighborhood, we extend a little more kindness and grace to one another. I know it will go a long way.

In faith Tags human, humanity, judgment, the bachelor
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On Microwaves, Boardwalks, and the Best Kind of Subway Rides

March 10, 2016 Maggie Getz

I hopped on the train last Thursday, feeling excited and ready to take my slightly longer commute because it practically guaranteed me a seat and time to read before work. (All this excitement at 8 a.m. coming from the girl who has only drank a half a cup of coffee in the last two weeks. #whoami)

And grab a seat I did, right as another young woman sat down next to me. I pulled out my iPad Mini and selected the She Reads Truth app—she pulled out her Bible. Naturally, I was drawn to her. Not many people will pull out their physical Bible while riding a crowded subway in New York City. I can’t say I’ve ever done it before. This woman’s faith and heart for the Lord were immediately evident.

So I smiled and showed her that I, too, was reading the Bible. Her face lit up. She told me she was reading Philippians.

“I’m trying to make changes in my life right now, and I have some anxiety about that. Philippians is a great comfort.”

She’s right about that. I told her this year marks the first time I’m reading Scripture every day and going through a Bible in a year plan. That it’s made a difference in my daily life and brought me a greater sense of joy. I told her that I, too, feel moments of anxiety. I tried to be an encouragement to her and let her know I could totally relate but that God gives us a deeper sense of peace than anything else can. We exchanged names and numbers, and we’re now Facebook friends.

I went on with the rest of my day, not fully recognizing what a gift my commute was. The fact that we sat next to each other was no coincidence. That night, it hit me how much she had encouraged me—how much I needed to hear those words in Philippians.

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God,which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

I had been feeling anxious that very day about my upcoming weekend trip. I was going to visit a new city with new people, and I had no idea what to expect for the days ahead. It all felt very unknown. My anxiety stemmed from waiting for the weekend to start, waiting for what was to come, and waiting for how I’d feel upon returning to the Big Apple.  

I hate to wait.

So much worry and anxiety comes from waiting, from our impatience.

I came back to New York City on a total high from the weekend but also feeling weird about being here. It’s a busy and demanding place. Patience is not part of the New Yorker’s vocabulary. (To be fair, I don’t think it’s a part of many Americans’ vocabularies.) People push past me as I walk through the city streets. The contrast between my weekend and my Monday morning commute is a stark one. Everyone, myself included, has somewhere to be. We need to get there as quickly as possible.

What in the world are we rushing toward? Why do we hate to wait so darn much?

Even while I write this, I am overwhelmed with my schedule for the month to come. I’ll feel great once May 1 hits, but until then I am waiting. Waiting for a new apartment, waiting for how that will change my community, waiting to work on and complete some upcoming projects, waiting for more weekends of travel and spending time with friends and family.

There has to be a way to find peace within the waiting room. I don’t want to look ahead and expect May 1 to be the day when all my waiting and my anxiety will disappear. That’s not how life works, which is actually a very good thing.

Here’s the deal: We are all always waiting for something, whether it’s for a job or an apartment, for marriage or a baby. We will wait throughout our lives, ultimately waiting for the return of the kingdom or life beyond this one. Most of our life is waiting. Last year, I wrote about waiting—how waiting is an act of utmost faith. Waiting means choosing to say every single day, Jesus is better.

Our God is not a microwave God.

No, sir. Our God is a Crock-Pot kind of guy. His end result tastes and smells so much more delicious than anything we could quickly nuke in the microwave. Think about it. Wouldn’t you so much rather have the mouthwatering chili that’s been stewing in the slow cooker all day over the two-minute chili a la essence of tin can that came out of the microwave? I know I would.

The sermon I heard on Sunday was all about this Crock-Pot God. He is good and faithful. He fulfills His promises to us. But He works slowly—often much more slowly than we would like. Look at Abraham and Sarah. They wanted a child but remained childless through their old age. Yet God came through, and at the ripe old ages of 100 and 90 years old, Abraham and Sarah had a son. Seriously. They waited for a ridiculously long time, and they saw that they could not do anything without the Lord.

They’re the true definition of couple goals, am I right?

I’m back in NYC, still reflecting on that sermon and still reflecting on the woman I met on the subway. God 100 percent placed her in my life last Thursday. He used her to deliver His message and remind me that He is never far away. He was with me all weekend long, guiding me, protecting me, and allowing me to have fun. And then this week, as the anxiety hit hard, He reminded me the value of patience. His peace transcends all my little worries. I get to pray to Him, and He hears it. My subway buddy is evidence of that.

She kicked off a weekend full of rest and restoration. As I look back on the photos today, in the midst of anxiety, I had to pause on the one above. The boardwalk feels a little like my life right now. I don’t want to wait to find out what’s at the end of the boardwalk. I’m walking along, waiting for what’s next, and I really don’t know what’s to come. I want to just get there and be done with it. In life, we don’t know where our journeys will take us. But if we keep our eyes fixed on the path set before us, on the clouds above—on heaven—we’re sure to land in a spot that’s more beautiful and more satisfying than anything we could have ever hoped for. And that makes it all worth it.

In faith Tags anxiety, waiting, patience, crockpot
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