Over the next few weeks, I hope you take a moment to read the occasional "Best Of" repost, which will be made of installments that generated the most responses.
This "Best Of" was originally published in October. Enjoy!
When my girls were small, they loved going swimming at pools, preferably hotels.
When Grace was 3, she clung to me like Velcro, sometimes choking me with her arms around my neck. Dads, you know the grip kids have; there's no need to hang on to the child because there was no way they would let go.
Part of the fun for Grace was to see how far she could jump, so I'd back up gradually until she yelled to stop. Her point always seemed so close from my view, then she'd jump almost onto my head, I was so close. Each time, I encouraged her to let me stand a little further back. She'd hesitate, then beg me to come closer. Each time, she'd jump right into my outstretched arms, no matter how far out I was.
At times, I'd need to reassure her that I was close enough, despite her disbelief. When her eyes told her I was too far out, she'd hesitate and beg me to come back.
It was only when I backed up just out of her reach that she believed in herself (and her dad!) that she'd be OK. That her legs would be stronger each time she jumped. That her dad wouldn't let anything bad happen.
More than once, she'd end up just short of my arms and plunge into the water, and I'd see her eyeballs w i d e open glaring up at me. Then her hands would meet mine and I'd pull her up, only to have her cling to my neck and back.
Funny thing is, no matter how scared she was after plunging into the water, she wanted to jump again and again and again. It was fun!
Sometimes I think that's how God, our Father, treats us with our faith. As we grow closer to Him, we can trust him, knowing that he's within reach. At the same time, I think he backs up a bit each time our faith is stretched, helping us grow in dependence on him while trusting him with bigger things.
Just as Grace did, we go back for more when our faith-growth is stretched. Sometimes we plunge, reaching for God to grab us only to have him pull us out and reassure us that he's with us.
Then we go back for more.
I find myself plunging in quite a bit. But I'd never give up the growth in Him -- it's fun and I'd miss out on the adventure of "the jump" if I didn't try.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Preparing for Christmas
This week's "Read Your Bible" scripture has been particularly impactful, especially today's.
In short, Jesus is washing the disciple's feet, and when Peter's feet will be washed, he (Peter) says he isn't fit to have his feet washed by Jesus. Jesus tells him that he must wash him, so Peter responds that he want's his head and hands washed too.
How awesome: Peter wants his whole self washed, not just his feet - he wants to be fully part of what Jesus has. We all know that Peter denies even knowing Jesus later, then becomes a great leader in establishing the Church.
How great as we approach Christmas, knowing that Jesus came here, served others, welcomes us all into his family, despite our weaknesses. Then he uses us to build his Church with the gifts he's provided us.
Our reason to share our faith is in knowing God's love and wanting that for others.
As the carol states in "Joy To The World," "let every heart prepare him room..," my prayer is that we prepare our hearts to receive him, to ensure there's room in our hearts, to receive and to serve him.
It is truly a joyous time of year to celebrate Emmanuel - God with us.
It is truly a joyous time of year to celebrate Emmanuel - God with us.
Friday, December 14, 2012
A quick "thank you"
All,
Many thanks for checking out the blog and especially for your comments! It's hard to believe we crossed the 1,000-hit mark (only since April 2012) and have readers around the world.
I pray that you have continued blessings and peace. Don't forget to help someone in need.
Many thanks for checking out the blog and especially for your comments! It's hard to believe we crossed the 1,000-hit mark (only since April 2012) and have readers around the world.
I pray that you have continued blessings and peace. Don't forget to help someone in need.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Living in the Light
A couple summers ago, we
found our favorite campground and campsite in Bear Head Lake State Park near
Ely. The sad thing about that trip is that we were tent camping and it rained 6
out of the 9 days and we saw the sun for literally 3 hours, only through broken
clouds. Nonetheless, we loved the remote location at the edge of the Boundary Waters.
What words can describe LIGHT in a metaphorical way? I think of guidance, life, right-ness, righteousness, illumination, awareness, power, hope, faith, love. In the Old Testament, light was used to describe creation, “a lamp,” power, justice, weapon of righteousness, rescue. In the New Testament, light meant guidance, and in Revelation, lightening is used as a weapon of righteousness to strike down evil.
The men in the verses from John were operating in the law.
Jesus was operating with grace.
We have a better way, don’t we?
Being in the Word daily brings light.
Prayer brings light.
Serving others brings light.
Supporting others brings light.
Spending time with our brothers and sisters in Christ brings light.
Knowing Jesus brings light.
One night after supper,
the girls took off on their bikes to go take a shower. I told them to take a flashlight, but they
refused to take one, saying they didn't need it - they’d be back well before sunset.
As the sunlight dimmed
significantly, I became worried. The
darkness seemed to settle quicker than usual, and soon rain clouds darkened the
sky. As the sun set and shadows in the
woods disappeared, it became very dark.
With the darkness, I worried about my girls. It became so dark that my eyes would not adjust and the only way to see was with a light.
The trip to the shower
house was long, being on the opposite side of the campground. I grabbed a flashlight for myself and
wondered on the walk if the girls set out on their own only to be lost in the
dark; they could have taken the wrong path very easily; would they be lost? I was relieved to hear their
conversation and laughter in the shower building as I got closer.
Once we headed back to our campsite, the
girls became frustrated with me for coming to get them. “We’re fine,” they said. "Don't you believe in us?" disappointed that
their dad had to come find them.
“It’s black out here
without a light,” I said, “and it would be very easy for you to get really
lost! This is not the city, girls, and you could easily be headed the wrong way."
“Dad, we’re fine!” they
both insisted. The conversation went on for a few minutes.
Just to teach them a
lesson, I turned off my flashlight. All of our paces slowed as we all
tried to get our eyes to adjust. But it
was too dark by then. The only solution
was to turn on the light, but I resisted until they demanded that I turned
the light on.
All at once we could see where we were
going.
I was reading John 8:12 the other day. Just to set the stage, Jesus was teaching a group of people when a mob
of men were about to stone a woman caught in the act of adultery. The men brought her to Jesus, saying, "The law of Moses says she must be stoned. What do you say?" trying to trick him into some unacceptable answer. Finding Jesus, the woman heard him say, “let the one who has
never sinned throw the first stone!”
When the men dispersed, Jesus said to the woman, “Where are your
accusers now? Neither do I condemn you. Go and sin no more.”
John 8:12 says, “When Jesus spoke to the
people again, he said, ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in
darkness, but will have the light of life.”
What words can describe LIGHT in a metaphorical way? I think of guidance, life, right-ness, righteousness, illumination, awareness, power, hope, faith, love. In the Old Testament, light was used to describe creation, “a lamp,” power, justice, weapon of righteousness, rescue. In the New Testament, light meant guidance, and in Revelation, lightening is used as a weapon of righteousness to strike down evil.
What about DARKNESS? Despair, uncertainty, cold, hopeless,
depression, sickness. LOST is one word I think of. FEAR
may be a close second!
In this verse, Jesus was
talking about understanding. When Jesus spoke these words, he is saying “I
am the understanding of the world.
Whoever follows me will never walk in confusion, but will have the
understanding of life.”
Living in Christ is living
a life that CONTRASTS our world.
(DARK). Our lives are very different
from how we used to live, when we walked in the dark path in the campground.
See, Christ is the only one who can bring us back
home. He is the only way to have light.
When we
believe, we come out of the dark into the light of understanding. We see things differently: TV becomes a distraction; the news becomes a
distraction from the real message and truth; we gain a different perspective as
if we’re on the outside looking in, saying or thinking, “What in the world is going on?” and
knowing it’s the darkness. We have a better way, don’t we?
Being in the Word daily brings light.
Prayer brings light.
Serving others brings light.
Supporting others brings light.
Spending time with our brothers and sisters in Christ brings light.
Knowing Jesus brings light.
Who do you know that's in the dark?
What can yo udo this week to bring some light to them and bring them closer to Jesus?
Christmas is our celebration - God came to us as his light in the form of a baby, who would become our only salvation, giving his very life for us, so that we would be forgiven of our unpardonable sins and live with him - in light - forever.
"Father God,
right now we pray for those we know who are in the dark. PIERCE their darkness, Father. PIERCE it with your eternal, great,
everlasting love. We open our hearts to
your plan in whatever part we can play in your grand plan. We thank
you! We glorify you! We praise you! And we love you! In Jesus
name we pray, AMEN!"
Thursday, December 6, 2012
God of the Universe
A call to action is in order.
We all know people who are living in darkness; are far from God; and are maybe even "sitting the fence" on their relationship with Him.
I'd like to encourage you this Christmas season to pray for one person you know and take a step in inviting them to your small group as well as a Christmas service.
Check this out (I stumbled across this yesterday in the book Finish The Mission and it blew my mind!):
I don't know if any of you are astronomy hobbiests (I'm not), but you MUST check out these pictures taken by the Hubble Telescope, as well as some audio from distant pulsars.
Like I said, I'm not really "in" to this, so I don't really understand it all, but what an amazing God we have! For instance, this galaxy http://hubblesite.org/gallery/
The sounds of the pulsars are actually radio waves that radiotelescopes pick up. If you scroll down to where it says 47 Tucanae http://www.jb.man.ac.uk/~
ALL OF IT is evidence of how glorious God is and it is ALL for Him. When we sing, pray, worship, hum a tune, laugh, we're part of that glory. Our beating hearts, the flap of a bird's wing, the waves on the ocean, and on and on, point to the glory of God! How amazing!
God of the universe, Creator, loves us deeply. Why wouldn't we want to share this fact with everyone we know? Let that sink in a minute.
During this Christmas, we recognize that God came to us - right here on Earth - to show us how much he loves us. That we have everlasting life into the everlasting and everlasting. How vast His love is for us. It is without end! God, who created all this, sent us one way to get back home, and his name is Jesus Christ. Jesus is the only one who can bring darkness back to light. There's only one option and we can't keep it to ourselves.
Lord, the universe declares your majesty. You are Holy. Holy. Holy!
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Clown Food and Lattes
sac·ri·fice
[sak-ruh-fahys]Giving up of something valued: a giving up of something valuable or important for somebody or something else considered to be of more value or importance.
"Sacrifice" seems like a dirty word lately, especially with all the consumerism that goes along with "The Holidays" and the growth of the mentality of those that believe they're entitled to certain things.
As I've matured and had a recent birthday (again), I've realized that I have so much more than I could ever use or deserve, fortifying the belief that I'm here to serve and provide for others with the gifts I've been blessed with. Now, instead of looking for stuff to acquire, much of my time is devoted to finding needs and causes to support with time, prayer, and finances.
There's a guy I know that always seems to have a bag of clown food for breakfast, plus a reindeer latte. Came to find out that he also tends to get fast food during the remainder of the day as well. We had a conversation about my recent Nicaragua trip and the subject turned toward giving, and he said he couldn't find room to donate money to a cause.
Just for fun, I thought about what this would cost a person each day.
Breakfast: 1 clown food breakfast sandwich + 1 reindeer-brand latte = $7.87/day x 20 days = nearly $180/month.
Lunch: Sub sandwich, chips, drink = $8/day x 20 days = $160/month.
Dinner: burrito (contents containing naturally-raised/grown ingredients) = $8.
Millions of people live on less than $2/day. One coffee costs twice that, without getting very fancy. That $340 above could feed and support many!
Reputable charities are able to make a dollar go a long way. For instance, FMSC's Manna Pack provides 6 1-Cup servings of food for just 22 cents. Sponsoring a child through World Vision for $35 a month is a minimal sacrifice (if you can call it that) that can help a child and his/her community worth at least three times that. And through efforts of local charities right here in the U.S., a $100 donation can feed nearly 50 people.
Would you prayerfully consider supporting a charity of your choice this Christmas instead of acquiring more stuff?
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Break Time
Hi and thanks for checking out my blog.
I'll be taking a short break while contemplating "The Rubicon: Part 2" which should be posted December 12th.
In the meantime, be sure to check out the Archives section.
Until then, live adventurously.
I'll be taking a short break while contemplating "The Rubicon: Part 2" which should be posted December 12th.
In the meantime, be sure to check out the Archives section.
Until then, live adventurously.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Giving Thanks
On October 3, 1863, Abrahan Lincoln proclaimed the first official Thanksgiving Day holiday. His proclamation is listed below. Read and remember to give thanks for our rich blessings. Also remember those we must continue to support.
Washington, D.C.
October 3, 1863
By the President
of the United States of America.
A Proclamation.
The year that is
drawing toward its close has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields
and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we
are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added
which are of so extraordinary a nature that they can not fail to penetrate and
soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever-watchful
providence of Almighty God.
In the midst of
a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to
foreign states to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been
preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been
respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere, except in the
theater of military conflict, while that theater has been greatly contracted by
the advancing armies and navies of the Union.
Needful
diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to
the national defense have not arrested the plow, the shuttle, or the ship; the
ax has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well as the
iron and coal as of our precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than
heretofore. Population has steadily increased notwithstanding the waste that
has been made in the camp, the siege, and the battlefield, and the country,
rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to
expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.
No human counsel
hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are
the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger
for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.
It has seemed to
me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently, and gratefully
acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I
do therefore invite my fellow-citizens in every part of the United States, and
also those who are in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday
of November next as a day of thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father
who dwelleth in the heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the
ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings they
do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience,
commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners,
or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably
engaged, and fervently implore the imposition of the Almighty hand to heal the
wounds of the nation and to restore it, as soon as may be consistent with the
divine purpose, to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity, and
union.
In testimony
whereof I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to
be affixed.
Done at the city
of Washington, this 3d day of October, A.D. 1863, and of the Independence of
the United States the eighty-eighth.
Abraham Lincoln
By the
President:
William H.
Seward,
Secretary of State.
Monday, November 12, 2012
The Rubicon, Part 1
You may have heard the term, "crossing the Rubicon" as a metaphor for making a daring decision. One that involved risk. Make or break. No turning back once you cross a point.
Here's where that term came from.
Back in the days of the Romans, the Rubicon stream in Italy served as a boundary between Italy and Gaul (a Roman province in that day that included present-day France, Belgium, and Switzerland). It goes without saying that Rome was the most powerful city in the world, having colonized a significant portion of the European continent, as well as part of Asia now known as Turkey.
Julius Caesar became a very powerful figure, being a great army General and rising political figure. However, many elite Romans became suspicious, if not fearful, of his successes.
Enter one such elite named Pompey - another powerful military leader. Pompey became jealous of Caesar's success and came to fear his return from Gaul because Caesar would most-likely become his superior. Pompey began planning a coup so that when Caesar returned, he (Pompey) would surely be crowned the most powerful man in the world.
Pompey's plan was to have the Roman Senate command Caesar to return to Rome alone - without his army. That way, Caesar would be unprotected by his fiercely committed army. Caesar, however, knew better, knowing full well that he would be arrested and tried for treason with trumped up charges.
When Caesar got the message, he gathered his army officers together and told them what the situation was. If he crossed the Rubicon with his army, he would be considered a traitor.
His officers told him they would never leave him: If Caesar was to become an enemy of Rome, they would also. The footsoldiers under command also showed the same dedication, saying that they wouldn't expect their regular pay, even offering to pay their own expenses for the long journey! (Now THAT'S loyalty!)
History shows that the journey back to Rome was not easy. Mountains were climbed, rivers crossed, and other perils stood in their path. But the men were dedicated to Caesar and made the long trek.
As Caesar arrived at the Rubicon, he stopped. On the other side was Italy. Crossing the river would be seen as declaring war on Rome. Caesar considered the fallout of his return, which would certainly put the Roman Empire into chaos for a very long time.
Caesar gave the order to cross the Rubicon without further hesitation, yelling "We have crossed the Rubicon! There is no turning back!"
Word travelled quickly across the countryside and news made it to Rome. In fact, the closer he got to Rome, the more the citizens cheered his arrival.
When they reached the gates of the great city, there was no opposition. Pompey and his army retreated before Caesar arrived.
One could say that we, as Christ-followers, have crossed a Rubicon and cannot turn back.
Before we crossed, we were dead because of sin.
After, we were made alive in Christ.
Before, we lived under God's anger.
After, we were shown God's mercy and given salvation.
Before, we lived our lives in "the world," not knowing the God chose us.
After, we stand for Christ and truth.
Before, we were God's enemies.
After, we are God's children.
Before, we were enslaved by the evil one.
After, we are free in Christ to love, serve, and sit with him.
Before, we followed our own desires.
After, we have renewed minds, being raised up with Christ to glory.
If we call the Lord our master, he owns us and we are to do his will. He chose us and there are others He has chosen - they may not know it yet! A point in time was crossed and we never turn back.
Be sure to check back for "The Rubicon, Part 2" next week.
Here's where that term came from.
Back in the days of the Romans, the Rubicon stream in Italy served as a boundary between Italy and Gaul (a Roman province in that day that included present-day France, Belgium, and Switzerland). It goes without saying that Rome was the most powerful city in the world, having colonized a significant portion of the European continent, as well as part of Asia now known as Turkey.
Julius Caesar became a very powerful figure, being a great army General and rising political figure. However, many elite Romans became suspicious, if not fearful, of his successes.
Enter one such elite named Pompey - another powerful military leader. Pompey became jealous of Caesar's success and came to fear his return from Gaul because Caesar would most-likely become his superior. Pompey began planning a coup so that when Caesar returned, he (Pompey) would surely be crowned the most powerful man in the world.
Pompey's plan was to have the Roman Senate command Caesar to return to Rome alone - without his army. That way, Caesar would be unprotected by his fiercely committed army. Caesar, however, knew better, knowing full well that he would be arrested and tried for treason with trumped up charges.
When Caesar got the message, he gathered his army officers together and told them what the situation was. If he crossed the Rubicon with his army, he would be considered a traitor.
His officers told him they would never leave him: If Caesar was to become an enemy of Rome, they would also. The footsoldiers under command also showed the same dedication, saying that they wouldn't expect their regular pay, even offering to pay their own expenses for the long journey! (Now THAT'S loyalty!)
History shows that the journey back to Rome was not easy. Mountains were climbed, rivers crossed, and other perils stood in their path. But the men were dedicated to Caesar and made the long trek.
As Caesar arrived at the Rubicon, he stopped. On the other side was Italy. Crossing the river would be seen as declaring war on Rome. Caesar considered the fallout of his return, which would certainly put the Roman Empire into chaos for a very long time.
Caesar gave the order to cross the Rubicon without further hesitation, yelling "We have crossed the Rubicon! There is no turning back!"
Word travelled quickly across the countryside and news made it to Rome. In fact, the closer he got to Rome, the more the citizens cheered his arrival.
When they reached the gates of the great city, there was no opposition. Pompey and his army retreated before Caesar arrived.
One could say that we, as Christ-followers, have crossed a Rubicon and cannot turn back.
Before we crossed, we were dead because of sin.
After, we were made alive in Christ.
Before, we lived under God's anger.
After, we were shown God's mercy and given salvation.
Before, we lived our lives in "the world," not knowing the God chose us.
After, we stand for Christ and truth.
Before, we were God's enemies.
After, we are God's children.
Before, we were enslaved by the evil one.
After, we are free in Christ to love, serve, and sit with him.
Before, we followed our own desires.
After, we have renewed minds, being raised up with Christ to glory.
If we call the Lord our master, he owns us and we are to do his will. He chose us and there are others He has chosen - they may not know it yet! A point in time was crossed and we never turn back.
Be sure to check back for "The Rubicon, Part 2" next week.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The Gospel According To Archie Bunker
I happened upon this episode of "All In The Family" purely by accident while wasting precious time flipping through worthless channels. As I watched, the script made me pause, think, and search out the episode several times. Each viewing revealed more meaning beyond the reputation of the show, especially by today's standards.
That said, I wrestled with posting this for several weeks. However, with some critical thought and digestion of the script, it was impactful to the point where it had to be shared.
*For those of you not familiar with the TV series, some content may be offensive. Yet this is where we discover that the entire family is rather confused and greatly conflicted on a number of levels. The success of the series was largely due to the cast and writing that contributed to continuous friction in the family.
In this episode, Archie is upset at his grandson's parents for not wanting their son to be baptised. Archie, however, will stop at nothing to ensure his grandson, Joey, "gets to heaven."
Also included are Archie's views on donating to the poor, mission work, and salvation among other things (which are clearly off, I might add). Don't miss Edith's ultimate answer to a difficult theological question that has stumped everyone at one time or another. Also note that Gloria leaves the infant Joey on the porch for a nap! These were different times!
Ultimately, the content demands thought.
Be sure to watch all 3 parts and consider: Is Archie a Christian? What do you think of the other character's statements/lines in this episode?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCuAYD2XFDY
That said, I wrestled with posting this for several weeks. However, with some critical thought and digestion of the script, it was impactful to the point where it had to be shared.
*For those of you not familiar with the TV series, some content may be offensive. Yet this is where we discover that the entire family is rather confused and greatly conflicted on a number of levels. The success of the series was largely due to the cast and writing that contributed to continuous friction in the family.
In this episode, Archie is upset at his grandson's parents for not wanting their son to be baptised. Archie, however, will stop at nothing to ensure his grandson, Joey, "gets to heaven."
Also included are Archie's views on donating to the poor, mission work, and salvation among other things (which are clearly off, I might add). Don't miss Edith's ultimate answer to a difficult theological question that has stumped everyone at one time or another. Also note that Gloria leaves the infant Joey on the porch for a nap! These were different times!
Ultimately, the content demands thought.
Be sure to watch all 3 parts and consider: Is Archie a Christian? What do you think of the other character's statements/lines in this episode?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCuAYD2XFDY
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
A Sandwich For Jesus
When I was a kid, we'd go to my grandma's house in western Minnesota and she'd tell stories about men that would ride into town on the empty railcars looking for something to eat during the Depression. Some painted or scratched markings in to the telephone poles to let others know they were welcome in someone's home or to stay away. Every time we visited grandma, I'd ask my dad to take me around town and show me where the etchings were. To me, these seemed like ancient hyroglyphics. (Dad also showed me where he and a few friends carved their initials in a neighbor's garage siding, which left me amazed that my dad was once a kid and that he did something like this).
A few short months ago, my heart was turned toward reading "The Hole In Our Gospel" by Richard Stearns, "The Generous Life" by Vince Miller, and several other books on justice and generosity.
Each day on the way to work, I drove past the same man at the intersection of Stinson and 35W. You've seen him or someone like him before: Holding a cardboard sign, stating "Veteran out of work. God bless you" or "Out of work and homeless" or something similar.
Who is this man? Is he really out of work and homeless? An addict? A grifter? I was compelled to find out more and even provide for him in some way.
As I drove by one morning, Matthew 25:40 came to mind: "Lord, when did we ever see you sick or hungry or thirsty or a stranger or in prison and did not help you?" "I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the least of these, my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me."
A growing sense of neglect nagged me each time I drove by, which was quickly replaced by my own justification for not helping. I checked my pocket - no cash today. "That's OK. He'll probably buy booze with it anyway. He should be in detox or Harbor Lights." If it was Christmas, one would think I was Scrooge with a comment like that.
(Now, I know many reading this are saying I'm encouraging the man's behavior; that he can't be on the street corner legally; that I'm doing him a disservice; if we all provided food or cash, more would show up. Frankly, I don't think God is looking for me to ignore the man because of how I think he'll use the funds I provide, but where my heart is; if I give gladly; if I'll help one in need and help in obedience)
I began searching for ways other than cash to help, so I drove to the nearest Subway and purchased a gift card for $20. That way, I reasoned, the man had to spend it on food.
As I approached the intersection, I checked my rearview mirror - good - no traffic behind me. Closer still, the semaphor at the intersection turned red - perfect for speaking to the man and handing off the promise of four $5 footlongs.
Still no cars behind, but the light turned green. Rolling down the window, I yelled, "I have something for you!" The man held an open hand up to his ear and yelled back, "Heh?" Great. He's deaf. Another quick look in the mirror - still no cars. "Here! I have something for you!" I repeated louder. The man's response was the same, and suddenly there were a dozen cars behind me - I'm the first car stopped at a green light. Embarassing.
"Here! Take this and get yourself a sandwich!" I yelled in frustration before speeding ahead.
As I drove away, I couldn't help but wonder and chuckle: I just told Jesus to go buy a sandwich.
The homeless often seem to be nameless, but when the man introduced himself as James, his humanity, brokenness, and troubles became very real. We visited a few times on an adjacent street corner - it turns out that he's is a Vietnam veteran, in and out of detox, lost his wife to cancer, and is wandering. He admitted his addiction to alcohol was something he couldn't shake.
I asked if I could pray with him. As we held hands, I prayed, "Daddy, I'm here with my brother James. You planned this - that we would talk, because you've put us together today. You know that James needs something to eat; not just Subway, but food of life. He want's to replace his addiction with you, Lord. We thank you for your goodness, your compassion, your love. Lead James to what he needs and James, you listen to the Lord. Amen."
James disappeared after that day, but others have replaced his vacant corner. My only hope is that James has moved on to be led by God.
Since then, others have received several day's worth of food as my heart softened. In fact, I've seen other cars stopped at the same location handing off one or two Target grocery bags. Maybe the driver was frustrated over some dingdong handing off a gift card while stopped at a green light?
Each day, we have choices to make, and only a handful turn into defining moments in our lives. Sometimes the divine moments are those that are undetected in the routine, everyday life we live. Perhaps the divine moments come at the most inconvenient times, like at a green traffic light. Maybe these moments seem like interruptions and we get a bit upset for the inconvenience.
Maybe this is what Jesus was talking about: Being so wrapped up and busy and self-righteous that we put others beneath us; that we ignore his brothers and sisters. In doing so, we've ignored him.
- What does the book of James in the Bible say about faith?
- How can we serve the poor, widows, orphans, prisoners?
- Where am I ignoring Jesus, and how do I become more aware of the divine moments?
A few short months ago, my heart was turned toward reading "The Hole In Our Gospel" by Richard Stearns, "The Generous Life" by Vince Miller, and several other books on justice and generosity.
Each day on the way to work, I drove past the same man at the intersection of Stinson and 35W. You've seen him or someone like him before: Holding a cardboard sign, stating "Veteran out of work. God bless you" or "Out of work and homeless" or something similar.
Who is this man? Is he really out of work and homeless? An addict? A grifter? I was compelled to find out more and even provide for him in some way.
As I drove by one morning, Matthew 25:40 came to mind: "Lord, when did we ever see you sick or hungry or thirsty or a stranger or in prison and did not help you?" "I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the least of these, my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me."
A growing sense of neglect nagged me each time I drove by, which was quickly replaced by my own justification for not helping. I checked my pocket - no cash today. "That's OK. He'll probably buy booze with it anyway. He should be in detox or Harbor Lights." If it was Christmas, one would think I was Scrooge with a comment like that.
(Now, I know many reading this are saying I'm encouraging the man's behavior; that he can't be on the street corner legally; that I'm doing him a disservice; if we all provided food or cash, more would show up. Frankly, I don't think God is looking for me to ignore the man because of how I think he'll use the funds I provide, but where my heart is; if I give gladly; if I'll help one in need and help in obedience)
I began searching for ways other than cash to help, so I drove to the nearest Subway and purchased a gift card for $20. That way, I reasoned, the man had to spend it on food.
As I approached the intersection, I checked my rearview mirror - good - no traffic behind me. Closer still, the semaphor at the intersection turned red - perfect for speaking to the man and handing off the promise of four $5 footlongs.
Still no cars behind, but the light turned green. Rolling down the window, I yelled, "I have something for you!" The man held an open hand up to his ear and yelled back, "Heh?" Great. He's deaf. Another quick look in the mirror - still no cars. "Here! I have something for you!" I repeated louder. The man's response was the same, and suddenly there were a dozen cars behind me - I'm the first car stopped at a green light. Embarassing.
"Here! Take this and get yourself a sandwich!" I yelled in frustration before speeding ahead.
As I drove away, I couldn't help but wonder and chuckle: I just told Jesus to go buy a sandwich.
The homeless often seem to be nameless, but when the man introduced himself as James, his humanity, brokenness, and troubles became very real. We visited a few times on an adjacent street corner - it turns out that he's is a Vietnam veteran, in and out of detox, lost his wife to cancer, and is wandering. He admitted his addiction to alcohol was something he couldn't shake.
I asked if I could pray with him. As we held hands, I prayed, "Daddy, I'm here with my brother James. You planned this - that we would talk, because you've put us together today. You know that James needs something to eat; not just Subway, but food of life. He want's to replace his addiction with you, Lord. We thank you for your goodness, your compassion, your love. Lead James to what he needs and James, you listen to the Lord. Amen."
James disappeared after that day, but others have replaced his vacant corner. My only hope is that James has moved on to be led by God.
Since then, others have received several day's worth of food as my heart softened. In fact, I've seen other cars stopped at the same location handing off one or two Target grocery bags. Maybe the driver was frustrated over some dingdong handing off a gift card while stopped at a green light?
Each day, we have choices to make, and only a handful turn into defining moments in our lives. Sometimes the divine moments are those that are undetected in the routine, everyday life we live. Perhaps the divine moments come at the most inconvenient times, like at a green traffic light. Maybe these moments seem like interruptions and we get a bit upset for the inconvenience.
Maybe this is what Jesus was talking about: Being so wrapped up and busy and self-righteous that we put others beneath us; that we ignore his brothers and sisters. In doing so, we've ignored him.
- What does the book of James in the Bible say about faith?
- How can we serve the poor, widows, orphans, prisoners?
- Where am I ignoring Jesus, and how do I become more aware of the divine moments?
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
The Postage Virgin
While at the UPS Store mailing a package, a kid (19 I found out later) came in with his mom to mail an enevelope. As the conversation between the teen and the cashier developed, it became obvious that he had absolutely no idea what postage was, what the difference between envelopes was, and that postage was to pay for mailing and delivery of the package.
"How much for this one?" the young man asked as he held up a letter-sized envelope. "Forty four cents," the cashier answered. "What about this one?" the teen asked, holding up a five-by-eight inch bubble-lined envelope. "Sixty eight," the cashier stated. "But that one was forty four," the teen responded. "That one's bigger and has padding, so you can put more into it. It's larger and might be heavier, so it's more."
The boy looked toward his mom standing next to me, his gaze saying, "Is this true?" without saying a word.
I gave his mom a look like, what gives? and she said, "All he does is text and Tweet and Facebook and email and spend all his time on his gaming so he's never needed to mail anything." Without thinking, I blurted out, "Oh, so he's a postage virgin," realizing immediately that I should have chosen my words more carefully or just kept my mouth shut.
"Yes, I suppose so!" mom exclaimed. This was her son's first experience purchasing a stamp and envelope. At 19 years old! Snail mail was totally foreign to the kid.
How it is for those who have never heard the Gospel.
As followers of Christ, we are commanded to make disciples of all nations (Matthew 28:19).
The first thing that came to mind after I blurted out the "virgin" comment, was what the Apostle Paul said in Romans: "How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, 'How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!'" (10:14-15)
Last weekend, we heard a great true-life story about a man that was skeptical about Christ. But while helping a neighbor with a fencing project, the Gospel was shared with him during the project. A few months later, the skeptic declared Jesus as his Lord and Savior and was baptised with his wife.
What if the Gospel hadn't been shared during the neighbor's time together? What if the neighbor had decided to not speak up for fear of embarassment? Or to avoid the subject altogether? That the man was a "lost cause?"
We must always remember that our choices to act, or not to act, have eternal consequences. Could we also start making disciples of all neighborhoods? I think so!
What can you (I) do to deepen a friendship or serve someone, being a great example of a Christ follower?
Is our fear of rejection or embarassment greater than our love for Christ? If so, what are the eternal consequences?
"How much for this one?" the young man asked as he held up a letter-sized envelope. "Forty four cents," the cashier answered. "What about this one?" the teen asked, holding up a five-by-eight inch bubble-lined envelope. "Sixty eight," the cashier stated. "But that one was forty four," the teen responded. "That one's bigger and has padding, so you can put more into it. It's larger and might be heavier, so it's more."
The boy looked toward his mom standing next to me, his gaze saying, "Is this true?" without saying a word.
I gave his mom a look like, what gives? and she said, "All he does is text and Tweet and Facebook and email and spend all his time on his gaming so he's never needed to mail anything." Without thinking, I blurted out, "Oh, so he's a postage virgin," realizing immediately that I should have chosen my words more carefully or just kept my mouth shut.
"Yes, I suppose so!" mom exclaimed. This was her son's first experience purchasing a stamp and envelope. At 19 years old! Snail mail was totally foreign to the kid.
How it is for those who have never heard the Gospel.
As followers of Christ, we are commanded to make disciples of all nations (Matthew 28:19).
The first thing that came to mind after I blurted out the "virgin" comment, was what the Apostle Paul said in Romans: "How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, 'How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!'" (10:14-15)
Last weekend, we heard a great true-life story about a man that was skeptical about Christ. But while helping a neighbor with a fencing project, the Gospel was shared with him during the project. A few months later, the skeptic declared Jesus as his Lord and Savior and was baptised with his wife.
What if the Gospel hadn't been shared during the neighbor's time together? What if the neighbor had decided to not speak up for fear of embarassment? Or to avoid the subject altogether? That the man was a "lost cause?"
We must always remember that our choices to act, or not to act, have eternal consequences. Could we also start making disciples of all neighborhoods? I think so!
What can you (I) do to deepen a friendship or serve someone, being a great example of a Christ follower?
Is our fear of rejection or embarassment greater than our love for Christ? If so, what are the eternal consequences?
Thursday, October 18, 2012
It's A Greed Thing
It's interesting this political season, with the promotion of the battle of the "haves" and the "have nots." Wealthy people are depicted as cold-hearted, cruel, and only interested in taking from others; people that deserve to be sacked by those who "have not." At the same time, we're told that we, as Americans, only take from the rest of the world, with many forgetting that we're not the only developed nation in the world.
Despots and murderous dicators hold citizens at bay with threats of death, slavery, and starvation to get what they want, many times diverting the aid that was meant for the hungry to themselves, their friends, and their troops. Fortunately, there are aid organizations that can get past the local problems.
Other dictators promise a "Robin Hood" style government, taking from the "haves" and give to the "have nots," only to perpetuate their own wealth while keeping an uneducated, often illiterate population in poverty.
Aid organizations can and do work with governments to ensure and verify that water, food, medication, and other resources get to where they are needed most to provide much needed care to those in need.
In our current political discourse, am I to understand that Republicans are the only ones with wealth and want to starve others for their own gain? That Democrats are only looking out for others and have no financial interests? Neither is accurate.
We as Christ followers have been admonished by celebrities, chastising us for our lack of care for others. We must all be careful of who we are admonished by - many of the popular celebrities who have "awakened" the church give little, if any, resources directly to those with the most need (If you don't believe me, do a little research. Note that the misguidance of others is not an excuse to be inactive in providing aid to others).
Let me propose that the world's economic, political, sociological problems are: A greed thing. As long as some are in power, they will be tempted and unchecked without a clear direction on a moral compass and accountability. Those of us who do not have political power are also susceptible to greed, no matter how much wealth we have or don't have. Those of us who "have" are just as susceptible to greed as those who have much, much more material wealth. Likewise, I firmly believe there are philanthropists that freely give and live well within their potential lifestyle.
We are sickened, as humans, by greed and self interest. No socialistic system will eliminate poverty, hunger, and/or disease. In fact, we know from observing other political systems that, in many if not all cases, the people are worse off and freedoms are quite limited. Those of us who have much compared to the rest of the world have been wooed into a theology of blessing and safety. I'll be the first to admit that I continue to wrestle with confusing blessings (i.e. the material) with blessing.
How are we to live? What does God expect of me? Am I keeping the poor at a safe distance?
Christ has no body on earth but yours, no hands but yours, no feet but yours. Yours are the eyes through which Christ's compassion for the world is to look out; yours are the feet with which He is to go about doing good; and yours are the hands with which He is to bless us now. (St. Teresa of Avila)
Our charge is to both proclaim and embody the gospel so that others can see, hear, and feel God's love in tangible ways.
- Are there service projects we can do individually, as a family, and as a team?
(Feed My Starving Children, Union Gospel Mission service, Bridging, mission trips, serving locally at a food shelf are a few examples)
- Do I have a neighbor that needs, or could use, a helping hand?
(make a pan of lasagne and have them over for dinner, rake their yard, have a conversation, help watch the kids for a night out)
- How am I funding reputable aid organizations?
(Where my money goes demonstrates where my heart is. Is it all for me, or can I use it to help others? Sponsor a child or family. Invest in a share of a water well or livestock. Provide funding for a microloan.)
Despots and murderous dicators hold citizens at bay with threats of death, slavery, and starvation to get what they want, many times diverting the aid that was meant for the hungry to themselves, their friends, and their troops. Fortunately, there are aid organizations that can get past the local problems.
Other dictators promise a "Robin Hood" style government, taking from the "haves" and give to the "have nots," only to perpetuate their own wealth while keeping an uneducated, often illiterate population in poverty.
Aid organizations can and do work with governments to ensure and verify that water, food, medication, and other resources get to where they are needed most to provide much needed care to those in need.
In our current political discourse, am I to understand that Republicans are the only ones with wealth and want to starve others for their own gain? That Democrats are only looking out for others and have no financial interests? Neither is accurate.
We as Christ followers have been admonished by celebrities, chastising us for our lack of care for others. We must all be careful of who we are admonished by - many of the popular celebrities who have "awakened" the church give little, if any, resources directly to those with the most need (If you don't believe me, do a little research. Note that the misguidance of others is not an excuse to be inactive in providing aid to others).
Let me propose that the world's economic, political, sociological problems are: A greed thing. As long as some are in power, they will be tempted and unchecked without a clear direction on a moral compass and accountability. Those of us who do not have political power are also susceptible to greed, no matter how much wealth we have or don't have. Those of us who "have" are just as susceptible to greed as those who have much, much more material wealth. Likewise, I firmly believe there are philanthropists that freely give and live well within their potential lifestyle.
We are sickened, as humans, by greed and self interest. No socialistic system will eliminate poverty, hunger, and/or disease. In fact, we know from observing other political systems that, in many if not all cases, the people are worse off and freedoms are quite limited. Those of us who have much compared to the rest of the world have been wooed into a theology of blessing and safety. I'll be the first to admit that I continue to wrestle with confusing blessings (i.e. the material) with blessing.
How are we to live? What does God expect of me? Am I keeping the poor at a safe distance?
Christ has no body on earth but yours, no hands but yours, no feet but yours. Yours are the eyes through which Christ's compassion for the world is to look out; yours are the feet with which He is to go about doing good; and yours are the hands with which He is to bless us now. (St. Teresa of Avila)
Our charge is to both proclaim and embody the gospel so that others can see, hear, and feel God's love in tangible ways.
- Are there service projects we can do individually, as a family, and as a team?
(Feed My Starving Children, Union Gospel Mission service, Bridging, mission trips, serving locally at a food shelf are a few examples)
- Do I have a neighbor that needs, or could use, a helping hand?
(make a pan of lasagne and have them over for dinner, rake their yard, have a conversation, help watch the kids for a night out)
- How am I funding reputable aid organizations?
(Where my money goes demonstrates where my heart is. Is it all for me, or can I use it to help others? Sponsor a child or family. Invest in a share of a water well or livestock. Provide funding for a microloan.)
Monday, October 15, 2012
Best of 2012: Faith In A Hotel Pool
Over the next few weeks, I hope you take a moment to read the occasional "Best Of" repost, which will be made of installments that generated the most responses.
This "Best Of" was originally published in October. Enjoy!
When my girls were small, they loved going swimming at pools, preferably hotels.
When Grace was 3, she clung to me like Velcro, sometimes choking me with her arms around my neck. Dads, you know the grip kids have; there's no need to hang on to the child because there was no way they would let go.
Part of the fun for Grace was to see how far she could jump, so I'd back up gradually until she yelled to stop. Her point always seemed so close from my view, then she'd jump almost onto my head, I was so close. Each time, I encouraged her to let me stand a little further back. She'd hesitate, then beg me to come closer. Each time, she'd jump right into my outstretched arms, no matter how far out I was.
At times, I'd need to reassure her that I was close enough, despite her disbelief. When her eyes told her I was too far out, she'd hesitate and beg me to come back.
It was only when I backed up just out of her reach that she believed in herself (and her dad!) that she'd be OK. That her legs would be stronger each time she jumped. That her dad wouldn't let anything bad happen.
More than once, she'd end up just short of my arms and plunge into the water, and I'd see her eyeballs w i d e open glaring up at me. Then her hands would meet mine and I'd pull her up, only to have her cling to my neck and back.
Funny thing is, no matter how scared she was after plunging into the water, she wanted to jump again and again and again. It was fun!
Sometimes I think that's how God, our Father, treats us with our faith. As we grow closer to Him, we can trust him, knowing that he's within reach. At the same time, I think he backs up a bit each time our faith is stretched, helping us grow in dependence on him while trusting him with bigger things.
Just as Grace did, we go back for more when our faith-growth is stretched. Sometimes we plunge, reaching for God to grab us only to have him pull us out and reassure us that he's with us.
Then we go back for more.
I find myself plunging in quite a bit. But I'd never give up the growth in Him -- it's fun and I'd miss out on the adventure of "the jump" if I didn't try.
This "Best Of" was originally published in October. Enjoy!
When my girls were small, they loved going swimming at pools, preferably hotels.
When Grace was 3, she clung to me like Velcro, sometimes choking me with her arms around my neck. Dads, you know the grip kids have; there's no need to hang on to the child because there was no way they would let go.
Part of the fun for Grace was to see how far she could jump, so I'd back up gradually until she yelled to stop. Her point always seemed so close from my view, then she'd jump almost onto my head, I was so close. Each time, I encouraged her to let me stand a little further back. She'd hesitate, then beg me to come closer. Each time, she'd jump right into my outstretched arms, no matter how far out I was.
At times, I'd need to reassure her that I was close enough, despite her disbelief. When her eyes told her I was too far out, she'd hesitate and beg me to come back.
It was only when I backed up just out of her reach that she believed in herself (and her dad!) that she'd be OK. That her legs would be stronger each time she jumped. That her dad wouldn't let anything bad happen.
More than once, she'd end up just short of my arms and plunge into the water, and I'd see her eyeballs w i d e open glaring up at me. Then her hands would meet mine and I'd pull her up, only to have her cling to my neck and back.
Funny thing is, no matter how scared she was after plunging into the water, she wanted to jump again and again and again. It was fun!
Sometimes I think that's how God, our Father, treats us with our faith. As we grow closer to Him, we can trust him, knowing that he's within reach. At the same time, I think he backs up a bit each time our faith is stretched, helping us grow in dependence on him while trusting him with bigger things.
Just as Grace did, we go back for more when our faith-growth is stretched. Sometimes we plunge, reaching for God to grab us only to have him pull us out and reassure us that he's with us.
Then we go back for more.
I find myself plunging in quite a bit. But I'd never give up the growth in Him -- it's fun and I'd miss out on the adventure of "the jump" if I didn't try.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
It seemed like a good idea at the time...
...but what would follow surely got my attention. Thinking back, this could have ended badly. Tragically really.
We were out for a nice, but chilly, walk along the river in Stillwater, talking over our plans for the next few weeks. Elvis was with us, and because of his being cooped up inside lately, he was pulling the leash and raring to go.
As we approached a grassy area, Elvis spyed a flock of gulls, his head remaining still while the rest of his body swayed as he walked. I felt him pull gradually harder and heard him wheeze slightly as his collar tightened his throat.
"Bird!" I yelled, letting go of the leash. Elvis was off like a shot out of a gun. It was beautiful to watch his lean, muscular body sprinting toward the flock.
The gulls scattered and took flight toward the river. Elvis gave chase, made it to the water's edge and leapt in to swim after an injured gull that could only swim. He closed in while the gull squawk with terror.
Kimberly ran toward Elvis yelling, "No! Elvis! No!"
Elvis closed in on the gull as Kimberly and I ran toward the water. Everything from that point on seemed like it was all in slow motion.
I saw Elvis's mouth open wide, ready to catch the screaming gull only inches away from death. Suddenly, Kimberly yelled again and Elvis turned his head toward her and began swimming back to us. He was struggling in the cold water. He's awesome in the water. Today though, he sputtered from the excitement and cold water.
Elvis made it back to the barrier, but was still a good 3 feet below us and his head sank beneath the water. I could tell he was cold and tired fighting the waves. I got on my belly on the sidewalk as Kimberly tried to reach.
Grabbing his neck just as he was about to give up, I pulled Elvis out enough so he could get his footing. Suddenly, the fear in his eyes left him, in effect saying, "Did you see that? I almost had the bird!"
Thinking back, how many times have we jumped in the cold water to go after some desire or other false comfort, only to have God call our names just as we're about to take a chomp of sin? Clearly, if Elvis had caught the bird, he would have been too far out to make it back. K and I would have been crushed by a great outing turned tragic.
I think of when I turned to Christ. After losing my dad to a massive heart attack, I turned to sin as a way to dull the pain; to "live life to the fullest." Only I was deceived. There was no life. Just death ahead.
Then there was God's voice, calling me back to true life where I could discover that Christ pulled me out of the frigid water.
We know what real love is because Christ gave his life for us (1John 3:16) and each of us has a story where God sent Christ to save us from ourselves, which would lead to certain death.
Take time to thank God for his saving grace.
We were out for a nice, but chilly, walk along the river in Stillwater, talking over our plans for the next few weeks. Elvis was with us, and because of his being cooped up inside lately, he was pulling the leash and raring to go.
As we approached a grassy area, Elvis spyed a flock of gulls, his head remaining still while the rest of his body swayed as he walked. I felt him pull gradually harder and heard him wheeze slightly as his collar tightened his throat.
"Bird!" I yelled, letting go of the leash. Elvis was off like a shot out of a gun. It was beautiful to watch his lean, muscular body sprinting toward the flock.
The gulls scattered and took flight toward the river. Elvis gave chase, made it to the water's edge and leapt in to swim after an injured gull that could only swim. He closed in while the gull squawk with terror.
Kimberly ran toward Elvis yelling, "No! Elvis! No!"
Elvis closed in on the gull as Kimberly and I ran toward the water. Everything from that point on seemed like it was all in slow motion.
I saw Elvis's mouth open wide, ready to catch the screaming gull only inches away from death. Suddenly, Kimberly yelled again and Elvis turned his head toward her and began swimming back to us. He was struggling in the cold water. He's awesome in the water. Today though, he sputtered from the excitement and cold water.
Elvis made it back to the barrier, but was still a good 3 feet below us and his head sank beneath the water. I could tell he was cold and tired fighting the waves. I got on my belly on the sidewalk as Kimberly tried to reach.
Grabbing his neck just as he was about to give up, I pulled Elvis out enough so he could get his footing. Suddenly, the fear in his eyes left him, in effect saying, "Did you see that? I almost had the bird!"
Thinking back, how many times have we jumped in the cold water to go after some desire or other false comfort, only to have God call our names just as we're about to take a chomp of sin? Clearly, if Elvis had caught the bird, he would have been too far out to make it back. K and I would have been crushed by a great outing turned tragic.
I think of when I turned to Christ. After losing my dad to a massive heart attack, I turned to sin as a way to dull the pain; to "live life to the fullest." Only I was deceived. There was no life. Just death ahead.
Then there was God's voice, calling me back to true life where I could discover that Christ pulled me out of the frigid water.
We know what real love is because Christ gave his life for us (1John 3:16) and each of us has a story where God sent Christ to save us from ourselves, which would lead to certain death.
Take time to thank God for his saving grace.
Monday, October 8, 2012
"The Anthem" by Jake Hamilton
This song came up on my iPod this morning and decided to take a good hard listen - found the video of Jake Hamilton live in Mozambique. The lyrics are included below (all content from external sources). Enjoy, absorb, and know the words are for each and every one of us.
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I can hear the
footsteps of my King
I can hear his heartbeat beckoning
In my darkness he has set me free
Now I hear the spirit calling me
He's calling
Wake up child
It's your turn to shine
You were born for such a time as this.
I can hear a holy rumbling
I've begun to preach another king.
Loosing chains and breaking down the walls.
I want to hear the Father when he calls.
This is the anthem of our generation,
Here we are God shake our nation
All we need is your love
You captivate me.
I am royalty
I have destiny
I have been set free
I'm gonna shake history
I'm gonna change the world!
I can hear his heartbeat beckoning
In my darkness he has set me free
Now I hear the spirit calling me
He's calling
Wake up child
It's your turn to shine
You were born for such a time as this.
I can hear a holy rumbling
I've begun to preach another king.
Loosing chains and breaking down the walls.
I want to hear the Father when he calls.
This is the anthem of our generation,
Here we are God shake our nation
All we need is your love
You captivate me.
I am royalty
I have destiny
I have been set free
I'm gonna shake history
I'm gonna change the world!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Jonathan Picks A Fight
The Bible is filled with inspiring stories of courage; of those who rely on God in tight situations. I don't know about you, but I find myself struggling to relate to the heros of the Bible more often than not. Perhaps it's because I still find the characters (real people) "legendary," if I can use that term.
When's the last time we truly risked our lives - for real - for God's purpose? Again, it's easy to read about the heroic people in the Bible and translate them into legend-figures.
What if we could live in the midst of these events, struggles, and worrys, not really knowing the outcome? What if we could see events from the inside, as a participant? What if you were one of the Spartans in "300?" Many times, I think I'd be one of the nameless 300 rather than one of the dudes that had a speaking role in the movie, which I need to be OK with, because I would have been one of many brothers with a name, fighting together with my brothers-in-arms to defend my family, friends, and city.
What if we could see the story of Jonathn differently - from the "inside?"
Check out 1Samuel -- Bear with me, here, and read the entire text from Young's Literal Translation.
11 When the Philistines saw them coming, they shouted, “Look! The Hebrews are crawling out of their holes!” 12 Then the men from the outpost shouted to Jonathan, “Come on up here, and we’ll teach you a lesson!”
“Come on, climb right behind me,” Jonathan said to his armor bearer, “for the Lord will help us defeat them!” They had their sign from God that they would defeat the Philistines, because they said to come up!
Can you imagine the exhileration? The feeling in the pit of their stomachs knowing that they were going to be engaged in a bloody battle? That God would show up? Or not? That’s some faith!
When's the last time we truly risked our lives - for real - for God's purpose? Again, it's easy to read about the heroic people in the Bible and translate them into legend-figures.
What if we could live in the midst of these events, struggles, and worrys, not really knowing the outcome? What if we could see events from the inside, as a participant? What if you were one of the Spartans in "300?" Many times, I think I'd be one of the nameless 300 rather than one of the dudes that had a speaking role in the movie, which I need to be OK with, because I would have been one of many brothers with a name, fighting together with my brothers-in-arms to defend my family, friends, and city.
What if we could see the story of Jonathn differently - from the "inside?"
Check out 1Samuel -- Bear with me, here, and read the entire text from Young's Literal Translation.
14 And the day cometh that Jonathan
son of Saul saith unto the young man bearing his weapons, `Come, and we pass
over unto the station of the Philistines, which [is] on the other side of
this;' and to his father he hath not declared.
6 And Jonathan saith unto the young man bearing his weapons,
`Come, and we pass over unto the station of these uncircumcised fellows; it may
be Jehovah doth work for us, for there is no restraint to Jehovah to save by
many or by few.'
OK, that’s enough. Isn’t it hard
to read this and think of what we would do under the same circumstances? I mean, what if “Saving Private Ryan” or
“Apocalypse Now” were written this way?
The above is very poetic, but here’s what I imagine would happen in,
let’s say, Afghanistan.
Jonathan and his servant carrying his armor were standing
under a tree, indignant that Saul, the king, had his army standing around,
unable to make a decision on how to attack the Philistines not 2 clicks from
where they were.
“I’ve had enough. You
and I need to go kick some Philistine ass, so you and I are going to their
ground. Maybe God will help us,” says
Jonathan.
“Yeah, right! That
would be suicide,” says the armor-carrier, halfway laughing at the suggestion. But as he turned and looked at Jonathan, he
saw the determination in his eyes and no smile on his face, he knew Jonathan
was serious.
Stopping mid-sentence, the armor bearer realizes the gravity of what Jon's talking about and replies seriously, “Whatever
you want to do, I’m with you.” In other words, it’s a
good day to defeat the Philistines for God’s glory. Or, it’s a good day to die for God’s glory
fighting for Israel. Either way is
better than standing around.
This is where it gets really awesome. Jonathan and the armor carrier (who has no
name, by the way) go to the Philistine lookout.
Jonathan says, 8 “All right then. We’ll cross over and let them see us. 9 If they say to us, ‘Stay where you are or we’ll kill
you,’ then we will stop and not go up to them. 10 But
if they say, ‘Come on up and fight,’ then we will go up. That will be the Lord’s sign that he will help us defeat them.”11 When the Philistines saw them coming, they shouted, “Look! The Hebrews are crawling out of their holes!” 12 Then the men from the outpost shouted to Jonathan, “Come on up here, and we’ll teach you a lesson!”
“Come on, climb right behind me,” Jonathan said to his armor bearer, “for the Lord will help us defeat them!” They had their sign from God that they would defeat the Philistines, because they said to come up!
Can you imagine the exhileration? The feeling in the pit of their stomachs knowing that they were going to be engaged in a bloody battle? That God would show up? Or not? That’s some faith!
13 So they climbed up using both
hands and feet, and the Philistines fell before Jonathan, and his armor bearer
killed those who came behind them. 14 They
killed some twenty men in all, and their bodies were scattered over about half
an acre.
Now, warfare being what it was back then, I
don’t think their swords were cutting through the mighty Philistines like State
Fair butter carvings. I’ll bet Jonathan
had to fight like he never fought before.
And, get this: The armor bearer
didn’t have any weapons! Like Erwin
McManus says, HE’S THE GUY fighting by faith!
Nonetheless, the Philistines were defeated
and the entire army was panicked and ran.
We also know that Saul saw the commotion and decided only then to join
in the battle.
So, how do we use this?
Going forward with our day, we lean on Him; thank Him for our neediness that builds trust between us; we remember that He has created us, each with different and distinct gifts.
We remember that God knows the level of difficulty or ease of each experience.
We also need to remember that we must never compare our own "level" of faith to those who fear what we see as "small" things. Likewise, we should never fear judgment of others in the area of our faith.
I don't need to be the Jonathan of the Bible. I need to focus my attention on the path just ahead of me and on Him who never leaves my side.
We remember that God knows the level of difficulty or ease of each experience.
We also need to remember that we must never compare our own "level" of faith to those who fear what we see as "small" things. Likewise, we should never fear judgment of others in the area of our faith.
I don't need to be the Jonathan of the Bible. I need to focus my attention on the path just ahead of me and on Him who never leaves my side.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
What is "spiritual avulsion?"
Some new readers have asked where the name "Spiritual Avulsion" on the blog comes from. Good question.
SA is a somewhat personal term I've used to describe the tearing of the soul when I went through a very bad time in life that is indescribable. At that time, the experience was so intense that I could sense a separation (of sorts) of the parts of my being - body, mind, and spirit. It was difficult to describe, let alone have anyone relate to, unless the listener had a similar experience.
If you look at the medical term for the word avulsion, you'll find it described as a forceable tearing of tissue, leaving jagged edges that are difficult to repair (suture), usually leaving nasty scars and disfigurement. It seemed appropriate to apply the term to the spiritual to describe an intense tearing on a deeper level than the physical.
In a sense, I've had a similar experience when I asked God to make me the man He wants me to be. If you've ever read C. S. Lewis's Voyage Of The Dawn Treader, one of the characters (can't recall his name, but it was the bratty cousin) was turned into a dragon and desparately wanted to be turned back into a boy. The scales couldn't be scraped off, as hard as he tried to rid himself of them.
The only thing that saved him was a painful avulsion of his being, and when he turned back into a boy, he was truly transformed.
Over the past several months, Kimberly and I have commited ourselves to living our faith to the best of our ability each day. Preparing for Nicaragua, I must say, has not been smooth. Planning itself with the team has been great, but personally, many doubts have crept in and exuses keep hammering away as additional life tasks continue to add up. Don Graffam described this as conviction rather than guilt or lack of faith.
So, in the past SA related to the tearing of the events that led to "the desert" times. Most recently, the spiritual avulsion has been in God removing the scales from me, and it's not been painless, and attacks come from the bad guy. But, I am putting on the full armor of God each day and thanking God for sending me to do the work he has for me.
JH
SA is a somewhat personal term I've used to describe the tearing of the soul when I went through a very bad time in life that is indescribable. At that time, the experience was so intense that I could sense a separation (of sorts) of the parts of my being - body, mind, and spirit. It was difficult to describe, let alone have anyone relate to, unless the listener had a similar experience.
If you look at the medical term for the word avulsion, you'll find it described as a forceable tearing of tissue, leaving jagged edges that are difficult to repair (suture), usually leaving nasty scars and disfigurement. It seemed appropriate to apply the term to the spiritual to describe an intense tearing on a deeper level than the physical.
In a sense, I've had a similar experience when I asked God to make me the man He wants me to be. If you've ever read C. S. Lewis's Voyage Of The Dawn Treader, one of the characters (can't recall his name, but it was the bratty cousin) was turned into a dragon and desparately wanted to be turned back into a boy. The scales couldn't be scraped off, as hard as he tried to rid himself of them.
The only thing that saved him was a painful avulsion of his being, and when he turned back into a boy, he was truly transformed.
Over the past several months, Kimberly and I have commited ourselves to living our faith to the best of our ability each day. Preparing for Nicaragua, I must say, has not been smooth. Planning itself with the team has been great, but personally, many doubts have crept in and exuses keep hammering away as additional life tasks continue to add up. Don Graffam described this as conviction rather than guilt or lack of faith.
So, in the past SA related to the tearing of the events that led to "the desert" times. Most recently, the spiritual avulsion has been in God removing the scales from me, and it's not been painless, and attacks come from the bad guy. But, I am putting on the full armor of God each day and thanking God for sending me to do the work he has for me.
JH
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Current Events, Part 2
Three posts were made in the past 2 days, so please be sure to check the archive below for other recent content.
In light of the violence in Libya in the past 24 hours, I thought I'd post this from "40 Days With Dietrich Bonhoffer," available from Biblegateway.com, which was sent just a few days ago. Admittedly, this is tough to post as my first reaction was to go after the enemies rather than do what we've (I've) been commanded, and those of you who know me know I'm not a pacifist. Yet I ask myself, "am I American or a Christ-follower first?"
Dr. Bonhoffer was martyred for his faith and opposition to the Nazis in WWII. (Content below entirely from Biblegateway)
In light of the violence in Libya in the past 24 hours, I thought I'd post this from "40 Days With Dietrich Bonhoffer," available from Biblegateway.com, which was sent just a few days ago. Admittedly, this is tough to post as my first reaction was to go after the enemies rather than do what we've (I've) been commanded, and those of you who know me know I'm not a pacifist. Yet I ask myself, "am I American or a Christ-follower first?"
Dr. Bonhoffer was martyred for his faith and opposition to the Nazis in WWII. (Content below entirely from Biblegateway)
In prayer we go to our enemies, to stand at their side. We are with them, near them, for them before God. Jesus does not promise us that the enemy we love, we bless, to whom we do good, will not abuse and persecute us. They will do so. But even in doing so, they cannot harm and conquer us if we take this last step to them in intercessory prayer. Now we are taking up their neediness and poverty, their being guilty and lost, and interceding for them before God. We are doing for them in vicarious representative action what they cannot do for themselves. Every insult from our enemy will only bind us closer to God and to our enemy. Every persecution can only serve to bring the enemy closer to reconciliation with God, to make love more unconquerable.
How does love become unconquerable? By never asking what the enemy is doing to it, and only asking what Jesus has done. Loving one’s enemies leads disciples to the way of the cross and into communion with the crucified one.
Biblical Wisdom
“Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” Matthew 5:44
Questions to Ponder
- Why should we․in intercessory prayer․do for our enemies what they cannot do for themselves? What can’t they do for themselves?
- Where does one get the strength to love, bless, and do good to their enemies knowing that they will most likely be abused and persecuted in response?
- Why would Bonhoeffer say that: “Loving one’s enemies leads disciples to the way of the cross and into communion with the crucified one”?
Psalm Fragment
In God, whose word I praise,
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I am not afraid.
What can a mere mortal do to me?
My vows to you I must perform, O God;
I will render thank offerings to you.
For you have delivered my soul from death,
and my feet from falling,
so that I may walk before God
in the light of life. Psalm 56:10-13
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I am not afraid.
What can a mere mortal do to me?
My vows to you I must perform, O God;
I will render thank offerings to you.
For you have delivered my soul from death,
and my feet from falling,
so that I may walk before God
in the light of life. Psalm 56:10-13
Journal Reflections
- What emotions surface within you when you think of interceding on behalf of your enemies?
- Does your community of faith actively seek to love, bless, and do good for enemies? If so, how? If not, how could you encourage the practice?
Intercessions
Name your enemies, picture them in your mind, “stand at their side” before God, pray for them.
Prayer for Today
Lord of peace and justice, let me not so much want victory over my enemies as true and mutual reconciliation with them.
Current Events
We are living in a time of great upheaval in the world. No matter what, our faith is in God and His saving grace in Christ. A couple things came to mind tonight I thought I'd share:
1) We need to pray for Israel. That the power of God is not only with them, but that His glory will protect His people. That we, as Christ-followers stand with Israel. And that God would use this opportunity to reach non-believers to bring them to Him. This is not an American-thing; it's where we stand.
2) I'm reminded of the blood of Christ washing away our sins. One of my "best" pairs of shorts were the ones I wore the day we got muddy. I mean, these shorts are 5.11 brand, cotton/ripstop, water-resistant, and wore well over the past two summers. In fact, they stayed somewhat stiff the whole time.
Enter the mud. There are no regrets from this end getting dirty -- filthy, actually. In fact, I wrote the shorts off as stained forever, dark, unclean, wrecked. When I got the shorts back from the Casa ladies who washed my shorts, they were better than new! In fact, they're softer, look newer (really), and more comfortable than ever. They're even more "usable," like a great pair of broken in shoes.
Do you ever think about what Christ's death on the cross means? I'm reminded by David Platt in his book Radical, that Christ didn't sweat blood because of his fear of the cross, or of the punishment of the Romans, or even the betrayal of Judas. Not the denials of Peter. Not the nails.
He sweat blood because God's wrath against the world was upon him - the sins of all the world, from the beginning of time to the end. The wrath that I was entitled to receive. The condemnation I earned in my old life. The emptiness and separation from God I deserved.
Multiply that by cosmic proportions.
The cross isn't a piece of jewelry. It's where my eternal life was earned and saved by God's Son Himself, Jesus who is the Christ; The Messiah.
I've done my best and it's not enough. But I don't have to earn His love. I'm surrounded by the truth that He loves me, so now I see that my life is ALL His.
He washed my sins away when I was filth. Excrement actually. Now better than ever and the best is yet to come.
יהונתן
1) We need to pray for Israel. That the power of God is not only with them, but that His glory will protect His people. That we, as Christ-followers stand with Israel. And that God would use this opportunity to reach non-believers to bring them to Him. This is not an American-thing; it's where we stand.
2) I'm reminded of the blood of Christ washing away our sins. One of my "best" pairs of shorts were the ones I wore the day we got muddy. I mean, these shorts are 5.11 brand, cotton/ripstop, water-resistant, and wore well over the past two summers. In fact, they stayed somewhat stiff the whole time.
Enter the mud. There are no regrets from this end getting dirty -- filthy, actually. In fact, I wrote the shorts off as stained forever, dark, unclean, wrecked. When I got the shorts back from the Casa ladies who washed my shorts, they were better than new! In fact, they're softer, look newer (really), and more comfortable than ever. They're even more "usable," like a great pair of broken in shoes.
Do you ever think about what Christ's death on the cross means? I'm reminded by David Platt in his book Radical, that Christ didn't sweat blood because of his fear of the cross, or of the punishment of the Romans, or even the betrayal of Judas. Not the denials of Peter. Not the nails.
He sweat blood because God's wrath against the world was upon him - the sins of all the world, from the beginning of time to the end. The wrath that I was entitled to receive. The condemnation I earned in my old life. The emptiness and separation from God I deserved.
Multiply that by cosmic proportions.
The cross isn't a piece of jewelry. It's where my eternal life was earned and saved by God's Son Himself, Jesus who is the Christ; The Messiah.
I've done my best and it's not enough. But I don't have to earn His love. I'm surrounded by the truth that He loves me, so now I see that my life is ALL His.
He washed my sins away when I was filth. Excrement actually. Now better than ever and the best is yet to come.
יהונתן
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Restlessness
In different times and in different ways, our heavenly Father offers us a simple proposition: Follow me beyond what you can control, beyond where your own strength and competencies can take you, and beyond what is affirmed or risked by the crowd -- and you will experience me and my power and my wisdom and my love.
Jesus beckons me to follow him to that place of weakness where I risk the vulnerability of a child so that I might know how strong my Father is and how much he loves me.
But truth be told, I would rather be an adult. I'd rather be in a place where I can still pull things together if God doesn't show up, where I risk no ultimate humiliation, where I don't have to take the shallow breaths of desperation.
And as a result, my experience of my heavenly Father is simply impoverished. He says his power is made perfect in my weakness, not in my strength.
From Gary Haugen's book Just Courage
For those of you looking forward to this week's entry titled, "Jonathan picks a fight," I'm sorry to inform you that that message will be delayed! The fact is, Jonathan doesn't really feel like picking a fight right now.
Nonetheless, we are restless, aren't we, men?
I received a prayer request recently from a friend who's been irritable and impatient after witnessing the need for justice in the world. After all, as a man of action, engaged in life, we have a warrior who's willing to die to live inside. Yet, many of us (myself included!) find that life here is just full of suburban monotony and triviality that we're trapped in.
We need an outlet. We need to put our hands to work. Many of us have our own vision of what life should look like, but many times God has another path for us. As men of God, engaged in life,
- we worship God and provide for His church;
- we serve our wives and children, lovingly providing and caring for them;
- we work diligently in our careers with the abilities God has given us.
May I offer another? Fight injustice.
It's difficult having seen injustice in the world and not being actively engaged in fighting it. Honestly, more often than not, I imagine myself as some sort of warrior (not because I have too much time on my hands), when in reality, I seek safety in a personal weakness only to find spiritual atrophy, mediocrity, and boredom.
Jesus offers us another way. Let's explore that next time.
Until then...
"Father God, merciful Provider who I am privildeged to be called a son with my brother Jesus Christ, search my heart - my true heart - and show my how you want me to fight injustice for your glory. While you search me, I'm not going to sit around and wait for a sign. I will love and serve you, love and serve my precious family, and serve you at work. I will move in the direction of your will. I know as long as I move for your purpose and in your purpose, we, you and I, are of like mind. Steer me down the path you want me to go. I'm not waiting for a glorious sign, although you could show me one. I'm moving for your purposes. In Jesus name I pray, Amen."
Jesus beckons me to follow him to that place of weakness where I risk the vulnerability of a child so that I might know how strong my Father is and how much he loves me.
But truth be told, I would rather be an adult. I'd rather be in a place where I can still pull things together if God doesn't show up, where I risk no ultimate humiliation, where I don't have to take the shallow breaths of desperation.
And as a result, my experience of my heavenly Father is simply impoverished. He says his power is made perfect in my weakness, not in my strength.
From Gary Haugen's book Just Courage
For those of you looking forward to this week's entry titled, "Jonathan picks a fight," I'm sorry to inform you that that message will be delayed! The fact is, Jonathan doesn't really feel like picking a fight right now.
Nonetheless, we are restless, aren't we, men?
I received a prayer request recently from a friend who's been irritable and impatient after witnessing the need for justice in the world. After all, as a man of action, engaged in life, we have a warrior who's willing to die to live inside. Yet, many of us (myself included!) find that life here is just full of suburban monotony and triviality that we're trapped in.
We need an outlet. We need to put our hands to work. Many of us have our own vision of what life should look like, but many times God has another path for us. As men of God, engaged in life,
- we worship God and provide for His church;
- we serve our wives and children, lovingly providing and caring for them;
- we work diligently in our careers with the abilities God has given us.
May I offer another? Fight injustice.
It's difficult having seen injustice in the world and not being actively engaged in fighting it. Honestly, more often than not, I imagine myself as some sort of warrior (not because I have too much time on my hands), when in reality, I seek safety in a personal weakness only to find spiritual atrophy, mediocrity, and boredom.
Jesus offers us another way. Let's explore that next time.
Until then...
"Father God, merciful Provider who I am privildeged to be called a son with my brother Jesus Christ, search my heart - my true heart - and show my how you want me to fight injustice for your glory. While you search me, I'm not going to sit around and wait for a sign. I will love and serve you, love and serve my precious family, and serve you at work. I will move in the direction of your will. I know as long as I move for your purpose and in your purpose, we, you and I, are of like mind. Steer me down the path you want me to go. I'm not waiting for a glorious sign, although you could show me one. I'm moving for your purposes. In Jesus name I pray, Amen."
Friday, August 31, 2012
Why I like the state fair
It's not the food, although it's the only time I get to have mini donuts. We don't go on rides anymore, but the Ejector Seat is right up my alley (except I don't want to pay the $50 admission). Mainly, I like wandering around so I can feel better about myself.
In some sort of sick way, a byproduct of going to the fair is realizing that, maybe, my life isn't so bad; I have my act together. I mean, where else can you go and people-watch, seeing humanity in all its glory? Pigging out on junk, smelling the garbage and others' B.O. Seeing people from all walks of life: Republican and Democrat. Rich and poor. Healthy and unhealthy. Young and old. Disabled and abled. Yup, I feel pretty good about my self.
And...there's probably someone out there looking at me, thinking the same thing.
We're all sinners. The fair is a collection of sinners.
On the shuttle bus ride to the fair, I decided to get out of my comfort zone and strike up a conversation with a couple sitting in front of us (That's my goal each day: to strike up a conversation with someone and see where it goes. Maybe the person I visit with has a need I can help with). Turns out, their kids (also on the bus) were on a mission trip recently. One topic turned to another, and I recommended that Bob try out the "Head Blade" product, since he and I both appear to shave our heads. As we chatted, we discovered that they're believers in Christ and very active in church. Hmmmm, maybe we do have something in common. I handed Bob an Engage business card, we traded email addresses, and agreed to stay in touch. Another brother in Christ I never knew before.
In his book "Chasing Daylight," Erwin McManus states that there are 3 things we MUST remember daily:
1. God is calling us to something extraordinary
2. Every moment is rich with opportunity
and 3. Too many of us are sleeping.
How true. How can we remember to step out daily? How do we use each and every moment of opportunity? I do it by taking a chance. Besides, what's the worst that can happen anyway?
God asks us (if not commands us) to step out in faith, away from safety. Is having a conversation with a stranger "dangerous?" Perhaps. Maybe this is part of carrying our cross - to step out of our own comfort to see what happens.
Let's see how this can work in next week's blog, "Jonathan Picks A Fight."
In the meantime,
- name one thing you can do each day to take advantage of an opportunity-rich moment.
- think about the statement, "Right behind the mundane is the miraculous." What does this mean to you?
In some sort of sick way, a byproduct of going to the fair is realizing that, maybe, my life isn't so bad; I have my act together. I mean, where else can you go and people-watch, seeing humanity in all its glory? Pigging out on junk, smelling the garbage and others' B.O. Seeing people from all walks of life: Republican and Democrat. Rich and poor. Healthy and unhealthy. Young and old. Disabled and abled. Yup, I feel pretty good about my self.
And...there's probably someone out there looking at me, thinking the same thing.
We're all sinners. The fair is a collection of sinners.
On the shuttle bus ride to the fair, I decided to get out of my comfort zone and strike up a conversation with a couple sitting in front of us (That's my goal each day: to strike up a conversation with someone and see where it goes. Maybe the person I visit with has a need I can help with). Turns out, their kids (also on the bus) were on a mission trip recently. One topic turned to another, and I recommended that Bob try out the "Head Blade" product, since he and I both appear to shave our heads. As we chatted, we discovered that they're believers in Christ and very active in church. Hmmmm, maybe we do have something in common. I handed Bob an Engage business card, we traded email addresses, and agreed to stay in touch. Another brother in Christ I never knew before.
In his book "Chasing Daylight," Erwin McManus states that there are 3 things we MUST remember daily:
1. God is calling us to something extraordinary
2. Every moment is rich with opportunity
and 3. Too many of us are sleeping.
How true. How can we remember to step out daily? How do we use each and every moment of opportunity? I do it by taking a chance. Besides, what's the worst that can happen anyway?
God asks us (if not commands us) to step out in faith, away from safety. Is having a conversation with a stranger "dangerous?" Perhaps. Maybe this is part of carrying our cross - to step out of our own comfort to see what happens.
Let's see how this can work in next week's blog, "Jonathan Picks A Fight."
In the meantime,
- name one thing you can do each day to take advantage of an opportunity-rich moment.
- think about the statement, "Right behind the mundane is the miraculous." What does this mean to you?
יהונתן
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Labor Day Weekend
Where has summer gone? I've sort of fallen off the wagon with the blogging, but please don't hold it against me. The blog will take on a new look in the next week or two and be updated on a weekly basis.
Coming messages:
Jonathan picks a fight
Who am I anyway?
Dealing with disappointment
Toxic vs. Truth
Have an adventurous Labor Day weekend!
Coming messages:
Jonathan picks a fight
Who am I anyway?
Dealing with disappointment
Toxic vs. Truth
Have an adventurous Labor Day weekend!
יהונתן
Saturday, August 18, 2012
WCA Leadership Summit Morning Prayer
For anyone who missed the Leadership Summit, here's a copy of Bill Hybels' Morning Prayer.
Friday, August 17, 2012
In the spirit of Luke, Part 2
Wouldn't it be great to be able to read the Bible with the same sense of credibility as was written?
What was written in the previous entry actually took place; others who were there can (and will) verify the events; it's accurate.
Every time I read the story, it brings back vivid images of the day's events and how it all went down, and I have to confess that I am moved deeply every time -- it's that real. Why can't we read each chapter, each phrase, of the Bible and have the same appreciation and experience?
First, in my own reading of the Bible, there's always been a sense that it's a storybook with history that's so far removed from today that it's seemed more like philosophy. We know, however, that the persons, places, timeline, and history are consistent with the writings of other secular sources that verify that the Bible is accurate.
Second, I had to ask myself, "Do I really believe that the Bible is true?" We know, absolutely, of the dramatic changes in the lives of the disciples while they were with Jesus, and especially after Jesus spent time teaching them before the ascension. We also know that the disiples were tortured and met horrible deaths for their faith, yet would not budge on what they witnessed. Today, we continue to see lives changed as the Holy Spirit pursues and redirects people toward God through faith in Jesus Christ. What we're experiencing is Biblical - it's just difficult to see it in our own lives sometimes.
Last, I believe we can read the Bible with the same impact through study and gaining perspective on historical events. The Life Application Study Bible and any commentary provide excellent detailed information that help expand our understanding of the people, events, and times we read about. The Case For Christ by Lee Strobel is an excellent resource as well as he takes us through some critical thinking to who Jesus was/is.
What was written in the previous entry actually took place; others who were there can (and will) verify the events; it's accurate.
Every time I read the story, it brings back vivid images of the day's events and how it all went down, and I have to confess that I am moved deeply every time -- it's that real. Why can't we read each chapter, each phrase, of the Bible and have the same appreciation and experience?
First, in my own reading of the Bible, there's always been a sense that it's a storybook with history that's so far removed from today that it's seemed more like philosophy. We know, however, that the persons, places, timeline, and history are consistent with the writings of other secular sources that verify that the Bible is accurate.
Second, I had to ask myself, "Do I really believe that the Bible is true?" We know, absolutely, of the dramatic changes in the lives of the disciples while they were with Jesus, and especially after Jesus spent time teaching them before the ascension. We also know that the disiples were tortured and met horrible deaths for their faith, yet would not budge on what they witnessed. Today, we continue to see lives changed as the Holy Spirit pursues and redirects people toward God through faith in Jesus Christ. What we're experiencing is Biblical - it's just difficult to see it in our own lives sometimes.
Last, I believe we can read the Bible with the same impact through study and gaining perspective on historical events. The Life Application Study Bible and any commentary provide excellent detailed information that help expand our understanding of the people, events, and times we read about. The Case For Christ by Lee Strobel is an excellent resource as well as he takes us through some critical thinking to who Jesus was/is.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
In the spirit of Luke's writings:
Have you ever wondered if the Holy Spirit was more powerful back in the days of the early church? If you say He's chosen to be "inactive" or is waiting for some future day to make a resurgence, I have to disagree. He is always present, always working in those who believe.
I thought I'd take a stab at writing about an event in Nicaragua as if it was written by one of the Biblical writers, like Luke. Luke was a physician, so a man of science. He's a man who would want accuracy versus rumors. He wanted facts. So, in the spirit of Luke (as I beg forgiveness if this is a sleight), here's a telling of a real event in our present day that happened on our Nicaragua trip.
I thought I'd take a stab at writing about an event in Nicaragua as if it was written by one of the Biblical writers, like Luke. Luke was a physician, so a man of science. He's a man who would want accuracy versus rumors. He wanted facts. So, in the spirit of Luke (as I beg forgiveness if this is a sleight), here's a telling of a real event in our present day that happened on our Nicaragua trip.
One day, some foreigners (who were followers of Christ) went
to a town called Christo Rey to feed the poor, care for children, help the
sick, and have fellowship with other believers working there. Before they began serving those in the town,
the foreigners listened to those living
among the poor, telling of the many miracles God had done for them in their
town.
The pastor said many more miracles were done than he said,
and all the brothers and sisters in Christ thanked God and praised His
name.
When it was time for the foreigners to eat, they walked toward a
bus to take shelter from the heat. On
the way, the foreigners were met by four unbelievers who did not approve of
them being in their town. One of the
townsmen made a threat against one man’s life, saying, “You won’t leave here
alive.”
After the foreigners ate together, they gathered to serve
more people and rejoiced in the fellowship they had.
When the time came for the foreigners to leave the town,
eleven men gathered in a small room, joining together in a bold prayer for
protection. Several men prayed
alternately. One man was moved with
compassion for the townsmen that had threatened them, and prayed, “Father in
heaven, we pray for our protection, but even more, we pray that you would
change the hearts of the men who threatened us.
Bless them, for we have nothing to hold against them. We are here to serve you.”
The foreigners left Christo Rey soon afterward and had no
trouble leaving the town. Later, the
foreigners discussed their safety, deciding that they would return to the town
the following day as there were more women, widows, and children who were poor
to serve.
The next day, they returned to the town again. But three of the strongest foreign men stayed
behind at their encampment to perform tasks that God had prepared for them in
advance. The three strongest men’s
purpose was to provide guidance and fellowship with other brothers during the
day while the others returned to the town to serve the poor. The foreigners served many people and enjoyed
their time feeding, teaching, and playing with the children.
Shortly after the midday meal, God sent a storm, providing
rain for the crops and flooding the fields. The rain and wind were so strong that the
foreigners and poor took shelter in the same small room that the men prayed in
the day before, and remained there until the rain stopped.
The foreigners began their journey quickly to return to
their encampment, but their bus became bound by the mud from the rain that was
sent for the crops and flooded the fields.
Recognizing the trouble, the men began to collect branches
to place under the tires. Many who lived
in the town recognized the foreigners as brothers and sisters in Christ who had
served them earlier and had provided care for their children, so they came to
help.
The more everyone pushed, the more bound the bus became,
being stuck in the mud, and many became tired and began to lose hope. Some of the men laid their hands on the bus,
praying to God for help and to show his power to his flock and any unbelievers
who were near by. Other men commanded
the bus to move using the name of God.
When it seemed that all hope was lost, the command was given
to abandon the bus so that the foreigners could walk out of the town before
nightfall.
The foreigners and the townspeople came together to pray to
God in faith. When the men pushed again,
they took on new strength! The bus began
to move when many people worked together, all believing that God would
help. Even the men who threatened the
foreigners were helping.
The bus was freed from the mud and everyone present rejoiced, thanking God for the rain for the crops and for his display of love and
fellowship in having the foreigners and townspeople work together to free the
bus.
When the foreigners returned to their encampment, the three
strongest men were filled with compassion for their friends and welcomed them,
helping them get clean and washing their feet.
“We should have never left you alone!” said the three
strongest men. “We would have been able
to serve the poor in that town and helped you get out of the mud! And we missed seeing the storm and
God's answer to your prayer!”
That evening, the foreigners met together for fellowship and
to discuss God’s word. Everyone told of
the wondrous displays of God’s love, His grace, and of the faith of the
people. The men realized that the three
strongest men stayed behind to lead others in their journey with Christ, and
that God had not sent them to the town so that He would demonstrate his power
through answering the townspeople’s prayers.
Many more miracles were done during the time the foreigners
were visiting and serving, more than are recorded here. The foreigners knew that the Holy Spirit was
with them, guiding and protecting them throughout their entire journey.
Whenever the foreigners gathered, they praised God and told
others about the wonders they witnessed on their journey.
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