Children understand inspiration. They are antsy over birthday gifts, Christmas week, and fire-flies. Short on attention span is made up with long on time with imaginary friends. A child's world is one of fascination, anticipation, and great invisible creation. Their main dread is nap time. Except for occasional boo-boos, their's is world of adventure and giggles and of course...lots of Kool-Aid.
If we are to remain inspired it seems to me that we will want to give focus to preserving the Child-Wonder embedded within. Aging doesn't mean the scale of grumpyism increases. Sure, aches might; but attitudes aren't bossed by aches. Rather they are recharged by fascination, anticipation, and grand imagination....just like....you know....when we were kids?
Two keys might promote our personal inspiration: (1) what is, and (2) what can be. The what is can be noted by taking inventory of the to-many-to-innumerate blessings within our possession. Mine would be God, people, eyes that see, ears that hear, cars that start, streets without barricades, and that the Cardinals won while the Cubs lost yesterday. The what can be is my favorite because it isn't yet. But the fun part is to dream about participating in bringing a need for blessing others into existence.
So the reason that I write about this today is that for too long I lived in the church more burdened than feeling blessed. But such was never really the case. It was my fault. I hadn't learned from God at that point to take certain note of the wonder all around me. He transformed my world by moving it from resentment to marvel.
Did you know that you can't hear criticism unless your ears are functioning well?
See the blessing?
Did you realize that neighbors won't give you a bad day if you are in a coma?
See the blessing?
Did you think that the way to get out of paying taxes was to eliminate your income?
Uh-huh?
To remain inspired is to love the right now of right now! Counting our many blessings isn't just a song. It is, rather, music to our ears!!
Monday, June 27, 2016
Sunday, June 26, 2016
MOVE FROM THE PRACTICAL TO THE POSSIBLE
God's story is a fascinating one. You and I recall the impossible becoming possible throughout Holy Writ. The world is in danger of missing God while each spends a bit of time on earth because the church has made a dramatic shift from possibility to practicality. If we use our best business minds and not our best believing hearts we will produce and reproduce a stagnant sort detached from the wild array of Holy Spirit avenues.
God's ways are not our ways. This needs to be one of my constant reminders. He does the impossible through impossible people....just like me. The fascinating thing about this to me is that He never used any other kind. Moses hesitated and Esther hedged. We want the God-sized work; but we continue to believe that this needs to fit within our human-minded framework and chart-able ledgers.
God won't fit into boring routine. He is, after all, known as Creator to the Universe. The sun, moon, and stars obey Him. We will want to continually try to fit into His capacity rather than seeking Him to fit into ours. He has places to go and people to see....through us! Let's go for it!!!
God's ways are not our ways. This needs to be one of my constant reminders. He does the impossible through impossible people....just like me. The fascinating thing about this to me is that He never used any other kind. Moses hesitated and Esther hedged. We want the God-sized work; but we continue to believe that this needs to fit within our human-minded framework and chart-able ledgers.
God won't fit into boring routine. He is, after all, known as Creator to the Universe. The sun, moon, and stars obey Him. We will want to continually try to fit into His capacity rather than seeking Him to fit into ours. He has places to go and people to see....through us! Let's go for it!!!
Friday, June 24, 2016
WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE?
What is it going to take to reach the entire world with the powerful good news that Jesus is the resource for hope? What can be thought, said, or done to make aggressive impact on our neglected, our forgotten, our lonely, and our broken? I believe that the hope lies within one mighty seed of human behavior that will stun society and shake the world.
Humility.
It is going to take humble spirits to wreak favorable havoc in a dark and selfish state...of which each of us tends to participate. From top to bottom and side to side the range of personalities all have one thread in common; we are impaired because the cream of self-awareness perpetually rises to the top. Jesus devastated such aggression.
What is it going to take? This is such a monumental question because we already understand the question and know the answer. Yet, we struggle to attain it. Humility appears to be not so simple. It takes the grandest self-sacrifice known to the heart of any man or woman. Yet, we treat the subject as if it is a rather sweet character and a mild disposition like trying to be good. Hardly.
Humility was the commitment of Jesus. He was beaten, tortured, and died due to the truth that He could elevate each of us above himself. In humility Best regarded us as superior. It is within this framework that compassion is both allowed and then executed.
What is it going to take to inspire the church, reach the neighbor, and change the world? It will not be due to church affiliate nor will it be because we regularly sit in church buildings. It will only be because and when we can express authentic humility that there will be a hopeful surge of renewal.
For myself, I have yet to master this element of the Christian walk. Many of you could attest to this from your experience with me. Yet, it is the call and the direction of every believer. Until we each grasp the truth that we are the least in any room, we will take up a few waking hours seeking or serving, proving or disproving; but we will not make impact like Jesus.
We are encouraged (no, called) to take up our crosses and follow him....day by day. As we drag them through the streets, visible to all, may we dare hold the bravery to look bad in order to make even our enemies look good. This....it what it is going to take to awaken a society which has rocked itself to sleep by our rampant self-serving. Via the eyes of humility we are able to see the value of every man and every woman regardless of religious (or non) bent, educational level, or independent callings.
What is it going to take....practically speaking?
We must never write any person off as hopeless. Jesus was always mingling among, what the religious leaders posed as, the wrong crowd. We must get over the sense that what we each think, individually, is what God thinks. Only by a downward shift will we truly be open to the upward call. God has mighty and magnificent things in store for His children. We must be open to changing our minds, reversing some courses, and redirecting ministerial energies in order to discover more clearly what it is going to take to win the most souls in this day and time.
This might be a portion of what it is going to take....to reach more, teach more, be more.
Humility.
It is going to take humble spirits to wreak favorable havoc in a dark and selfish state...of which each of us tends to participate. From top to bottom and side to side the range of personalities all have one thread in common; we are impaired because the cream of self-awareness perpetually rises to the top. Jesus devastated such aggression.
What is it going to take? This is such a monumental question because we already understand the question and know the answer. Yet, we struggle to attain it. Humility appears to be not so simple. It takes the grandest self-sacrifice known to the heart of any man or woman. Yet, we treat the subject as if it is a rather sweet character and a mild disposition like trying to be good. Hardly.
Humility was the commitment of Jesus. He was beaten, tortured, and died due to the truth that He could elevate each of us above himself. In humility Best regarded us as superior. It is within this framework that compassion is both allowed and then executed.
What is it going to take to inspire the church, reach the neighbor, and change the world? It will not be due to church affiliate nor will it be because we regularly sit in church buildings. It will only be because and when we can express authentic humility that there will be a hopeful surge of renewal.
For myself, I have yet to master this element of the Christian walk. Many of you could attest to this from your experience with me. Yet, it is the call and the direction of every believer. Until we each grasp the truth that we are the least in any room, we will take up a few waking hours seeking or serving, proving or disproving; but we will not make impact like Jesus.
We are encouraged (no, called) to take up our crosses and follow him....day by day. As we drag them through the streets, visible to all, may we dare hold the bravery to look bad in order to make even our enemies look good. This....it what it is going to take to awaken a society which has rocked itself to sleep by our rampant self-serving. Via the eyes of humility we are able to see the value of every man and every woman regardless of religious (or non) bent, educational level, or independent callings.
What is it going to take....practically speaking?
We must never write any person off as hopeless. Jesus was always mingling among, what the religious leaders posed as, the wrong crowd. We must get over the sense that what we each think, individually, is what God thinks. Only by a downward shift will we truly be open to the upward call. God has mighty and magnificent things in store for His children. We must be open to changing our minds, reversing some courses, and redirecting ministerial energies in order to discover more clearly what it is going to take to win the most souls in this day and time.
This might be a portion of what it is going to take....to reach more, teach more, be more.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
IF "BEYOND IMAGINATION" WOULD BE EXERCISED
You know that one of my all-time favorite verses is from Ephesians 3:20; Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly beyond all that we ask of think, according to the power that works within us... God is able to do the big three--exceedingly, abundantly, beyond--according to the power of the Holy Spirit who works within (see the text, Eph. 3:14-21). I'm proposing that each of us has light-years of advancement to make regarding this electrifying fact.
Fear shouldn't be a factor. Faith should be.
The very nature of faith is to walk where there is no path. Human nature wants routine, management, and eventual control. This is why the WORD ONLY rule was spun in years past as it effectively skirted the Holy Spirit involvement which will not be controlled by human judgment. One of the phrases often quoted to me when arriving as a young preacher at Memorial was the warning: We don't want any surprises. And guess what? We had none. All went according to the controlled thermostat of manly correctives with no room for the what if, what could be twins of Holy Spirit possibility.
What would it be like if we could continue to mature in the beyond imagination exercises of the faith walk? What is it about our stances that we would discover it difficult to fulfill the doctrine of this Ephesians text? Why would leaders hedge on this most impacting Word that would let the church productively soar?
The probe begins with me (of course, yours begins with you). For 40 years beginning in the auditorium in Quincy, Illinois I would spend time with God asking that He help me/use me/guide me to reach the whole world. I want to impact the have-nots, the has-beens, and the could-bes. I hunger to reach even the strongest churches/leaders who are strong on regulation of church pattern and weak on relationship with Jesus. I need all of this.
Would any of you need a nudge to move off of what you might regard as live-center when its rote movement coupled with repetitive phrases has left you quite stuck on dead-center? I think so. Due to the immeasurable size of God and the lavish work of the Spirit, I believe this need to be of constant wonder and hope.
What system have you developed that works well for controlling people; yet, it simultaneously blocks the adventuresome Spirit. I believe many of our congregations are in serious trouble. Our blindness to doing-things-the-way-we-have-always-done-them doctrine is drooping; not just in the smaller congregations, but the larger ones as well. If the Spirit of God isn't leading, then we must be. And if we are, our energy will eventually begin fade with age. The good news is that if our ministry is of the Spirit, we are newer and more energized for it day by day (II Cor. 4:16).
So, Terry, what is it exactly that you think we should consider? Wouldn't we make progress if we moved from preserving the church to engaging with Father? Wouldn't it be something if we could dare let go of those controls which we believe provides us security and then actually step out into the swollen waters of the Red Sea to experience what God could do? Are our congregations supplying energy to the lower grades, interest to the high-schoolers, but finding that the college group begins to wither on the vine right before our very eyes? This is one challenge to see if we are providing form or are we offering life.
What I'm suggesting is not that we focus upon an age group; but upon our system of weakening safety...our adamant insistence that we set the organization in motion, keep it under our control, and hope that new families move in. The Spirit of God is all about three stretches to the human heart; excessive, abundant, beyond. Contrarily, self wants regulation in the name of prudence, management, and non-disturbance.
We do not want to be caught off-guard. This is major to our humanistic effort to walk with God. We don't want to appear different from our conservative critics so we walk in safety of reservation. When this goes on we find that we have not died to self; although that doctrine is one of our favorite discussions in Bible classes. Rather, we have died to kingdom expansion.
IF "BEYOND IMAGINATION" WOULD BE EXERCISED, we would find wowing and wonderful supplies and surprises of God. I experience this at times and so do many of you. May we cheer the church on to letting go and letting God....even when we thought that in itself was nothing but a mere slogan. It is more than a slogan. It is the call of the Spirit to the flesh; Move over!
Fear shouldn't be a factor. Faith should be.
The very nature of faith is to walk where there is no path. Human nature wants routine, management, and eventual control. This is why the WORD ONLY rule was spun in years past as it effectively skirted the Holy Spirit involvement which will not be controlled by human judgment. One of the phrases often quoted to me when arriving as a young preacher at Memorial was the warning: We don't want any surprises. And guess what? We had none. All went according to the controlled thermostat of manly correctives with no room for the what if, what could be twins of Holy Spirit possibility.
What would it be like if we could continue to mature in the beyond imagination exercises of the faith walk? What is it about our stances that we would discover it difficult to fulfill the doctrine of this Ephesians text? Why would leaders hedge on this most impacting Word that would let the church productively soar?
The probe begins with me (of course, yours begins with you). For 40 years beginning in the auditorium in Quincy, Illinois I would spend time with God asking that He help me/use me/guide me to reach the whole world. I want to impact the have-nots, the has-beens, and the could-bes. I hunger to reach even the strongest churches/leaders who are strong on regulation of church pattern and weak on relationship with Jesus. I need all of this.
Would any of you need a nudge to move off of what you might regard as live-center when its rote movement coupled with repetitive phrases has left you quite stuck on dead-center? I think so. Due to the immeasurable size of God and the lavish work of the Spirit, I believe this need to be of constant wonder and hope.
What system have you developed that works well for controlling people; yet, it simultaneously blocks the adventuresome Spirit. I believe many of our congregations are in serious trouble. Our blindness to doing-things-the-way-we-have-always-done-them doctrine is drooping; not just in the smaller congregations, but the larger ones as well. If the Spirit of God isn't leading, then we must be. And if we are, our energy will eventually begin fade with age. The good news is that if our ministry is of the Spirit, we are newer and more energized for it day by day (II Cor. 4:16).
So, Terry, what is it exactly that you think we should consider? Wouldn't we make progress if we moved from preserving the church to engaging with Father? Wouldn't it be something if we could dare let go of those controls which we believe provides us security and then actually step out into the swollen waters of the Red Sea to experience what God could do? Are our congregations supplying energy to the lower grades, interest to the high-schoolers, but finding that the college group begins to wither on the vine right before our very eyes? This is one challenge to see if we are providing form or are we offering life.
What I'm suggesting is not that we focus upon an age group; but upon our system of weakening safety...our adamant insistence that we set the organization in motion, keep it under our control, and hope that new families move in. The Spirit of God is all about three stretches to the human heart; excessive, abundant, beyond. Contrarily, self wants regulation in the name of prudence, management, and non-disturbance.
We do not want to be caught off-guard. This is major to our humanistic effort to walk with God. We don't want to appear different from our conservative critics so we walk in safety of reservation. When this goes on we find that we have not died to self; although that doctrine is one of our favorite discussions in Bible classes. Rather, we have died to kingdom expansion.
IF "BEYOND IMAGINATION" WOULD BE EXERCISED, we would find wowing and wonderful supplies and surprises of God. I experience this at times and so do many of you. May we cheer the church on to letting go and letting God....even when we thought that in itself was nothing but a mere slogan. It is more than a slogan. It is the call of the Spirit to the flesh; Move over!
Saturday, June 18, 2016
GOD: FACT OR FICTION?
Is there really a God? Is the idea that Christians put forth as to His reality some sort of inherited fabrication merely perpetuated by family lineage? Does God exist? Or, is this idea a hoax of silliest dimension by the thoughtless or weak-minded? I understand the questions. They are usually honest.
Probing minds which search are willing to give fair evaluation as to whether there is anything substantive to believing in the invisible God. So let's talk about some things we already believe by faith because we see results. Too, we regard them as most common which, I believe, makes the idea of faith feasible as well as most practical.
While the probe could take us into various zones of useful assistance, let's consider one idea for now. Is it really possible that there is life after death? Is the concept of Heaven legitimate? Or, is this mere folklore in order to keep the church attendance thriving? I believe the life-after-death issue is both defining as well as clarifying as well as convincing.
Is there a "back again" dynamic among us? Or is this, once again, the grandest of wishful thinking? We are free to probe as well as imagine. Therefore, I would point us to a couple of things we can clearly grasp with hope that a seeker might give the spiritual evaluation credibility.
How many times, as a child, did you ponder on a quiet summer day the activity of what we called the woolly worm? Yes, we believed. We believed that in some wild and unexplainable process this fuzzy crawler would one day take off in flight. Our faith thought that transformation would one day occur.
The promise of resurrection/transfiguration remains one of the greatest artistries of the Creator to this day!
Okay, so we have the caterpillar/butterfly concept. Are you convinced that life after death is of possibility? Or is this just another matter of wishful believing which has no actual bearing on the reality of life? Do you think there is life and then death and then nothing? Nada? It's done?
I don't blame any who question. We need to/want to know. Is faith legitimate or hoaky? I propose that this is serious stuff. We would like some sort of signal that there is actuality beyond the grave. So I encourage you that there really is reallyness; even once we die.
One of my personal convincers for my questioning mind is that of a seed. It is never planted to become what it already is. Wouldn't that be weird if planting three kernels of corn in a garden hill would produce three kernels of corn? So first, seed it is sown just hoping (on the part of the sower) that it will die. And if it will die it will become...more...more than it could have ever imagined.
Every cornfield is God's chemistry lab doing all it can to persuade seekers that there really is life after death. Seed is planted. It must die in order to give birth to a newer, larger, more detailed order.
God: fact or fiction? I believe He gives us ample reason to believe for He shows us in beautiful simplicity season by season.
Probing minds which search are willing to give fair evaluation as to whether there is anything substantive to believing in the invisible God. So let's talk about some things we already believe by faith because we see results. Too, we regard them as most common which, I believe, makes the idea of faith feasible as well as most practical.
While the probe could take us into various zones of useful assistance, let's consider one idea for now. Is it really possible that there is life after death? Is the concept of Heaven legitimate? Or, is this mere folklore in order to keep the church attendance thriving? I believe the life-after-death issue is both defining as well as clarifying as well as convincing.
Is there a "back again" dynamic among us? Or is this, once again, the grandest of wishful thinking? We are free to probe as well as imagine. Therefore, I would point us to a couple of things we can clearly grasp with hope that a seeker might give the spiritual evaluation credibility.
How many times, as a child, did you ponder on a quiet summer day the activity of what we called the woolly worm? Yes, we believed. We believed that in some wild and unexplainable process this fuzzy crawler would one day take off in flight. Our faith thought that transformation would one day occur.
The promise of resurrection/transfiguration remains one of the greatest artistries of the Creator to this day!
Okay, so we have the caterpillar/butterfly concept. Are you convinced that life after death is of possibility? Or is this just another matter of wishful believing which has no actual bearing on the reality of life? Do you think there is life and then death and then nothing? Nada? It's done?
I don't blame any who question. We need to/want to know. Is faith legitimate or hoaky? I propose that this is serious stuff. We would like some sort of signal that there is actuality beyond the grave. So I encourage you that there really is reallyness; even once we die.
One of my personal convincers for my questioning mind is that of a seed. It is never planted to become what it already is. Wouldn't that be weird if planting three kernels of corn in a garden hill would produce three kernels of corn? So first, seed it is sown just hoping (on the part of the sower) that it will die. And if it will die it will become...more...more than it could have ever imagined.
Every cornfield is God's chemistry lab doing all it can to persuade seekers that there really is life after death. Seed is planted. It must die in order to give birth to a newer, larger, more detailed order.
God: fact or fiction? I believe He gives us ample reason to believe for He shows us in beautiful simplicity season by season.
Friday, June 17, 2016
WHAT IN THE HEAVEN IS GOING ON HERE?
How many times we find ourselves living in that negative (but real world) of, It seems to be just one thing after another!
This pattern seems to create one big question. Can there be hope when there are no signs of any on the horizon? Are there simply not pockets of loneliness or defeat that would seem to officially cancel any reasonable expectation of hope?
One of the aspects of faith that I find so extremely legitimate is that what society needs most God offers most. The ancient one's, Abraham, trademark was that of hope. Hope when there was none to be calculated according to the human mind. This is where faith knocks at the doors of our hearts. Would you please open the door that I might show you an alternative way to living?, the gentle voice pleads.
By unexplainable (and really, unreasonable) perspective known as faith, the Bible says that Abraham went out not knowing where he was going. Really? Headed out to succeed...while directionless? Wouldn't this image be more of goof-ball than faith? And then later he and Sarah had their firstborn when they were the age of the baby's great-grandparents. Oh, that waiting period surely would have given them time to doubt God's promises of having a child. But, no, they would not quit hoping.
And then there's that other time when this newborn grew up to be a hunk of a young man and God asked Abraham to sacrifice this boy upon a woodpile. In his heart against hearts, Abraham prepared to do what God wanted with definite and incomplete unawareness as to what in the Heaven was going on here. Abraham did it; no assurance that this wasn't just his wild imagination, no manual, no counselor, no hint of reason why. And God intervened.
At one juncture Abraham and aged wife were childless with nothing but a promise from God that they would eventually become very key parents. Decades passed. No baby. In their what would have been their great-grandparent years, they were pregnant! And we want faith to fit our reasonable style? To ice the faith cake, this most treasured one God gave them was later required of God to be offered as a sacrifice...by his most aged dad.
What? They had waited oh so long. Just how dear, dear, extremely dear must this lad have been in mother's eyes? Say it ain't so God. Oh, please say it ain't so. Say we aren't hearing you correctly? But...okay...you gave him to us and we trust you...by faith...so....okay. We believe that even if he die, you know how to bring him back to life. Okay, God. We're okay with this.
We call this living with nothing more than a promise and a prayer. And, yes, we call this living! Don't be afraid to believe God at what may seem to be the most obviously wrong times.
This pattern seems to create one big question. Can there be hope when there are no signs of any on the horizon? Are there simply not pockets of loneliness or defeat that would seem to officially cancel any reasonable expectation of hope?
One of the aspects of faith that I find so extremely legitimate is that what society needs most God offers most. The ancient one's, Abraham, trademark was that of hope. Hope when there was none to be calculated according to the human mind. This is where faith knocks at the doors of our hearts. Would you please open the door that I might show you an alternative way to living?, the gentle voice pleads.
By unexplainable (and really, unreasonable) perspective known as faith, the Bible says that Abraham went out not knowing where he was going. Really? Headed out to succeed...while directionless? Wouldn't this image be more of goof-ball than faith? And then later he and Sarah had their firstborn when they were the age of the baby's great-grandparents. Oh, that waiting period surely would have given them time to doubt God's promises of having a child. But, no, they would not quit hoping.
And then there's that other time when this newborn grew up to be a hunk of a young man and God asked Abraham to sacrifice this boy upon a woodpile. In his heart against hearts, Abraham prepared to do what God wanted with definite and incomplete unawareness as to what in the Heaven was going on here. Abraham did it; no assurance that this wasn't just his wild imagination, no manual, no counselor, no hint of reason why. And God intervened.
At one juncture Abraham and aged wife were childless with nothing but a promise from God that they would eventually become very key parents. Decades passed. No baby. In their what would have been their great-grandparent years, they were pregnant! And we want faith to fit our reasonable style? To ice the faith cake, this most treasured one God gave them was later required of God to be offered as a sacrifice...by his most aged dad.
What? They had waited oh so long. Just how dear, dear, extremely dear must this lad have been in mother's eyes? Say it ain't so God. Oh, please say it ain't so. Say we aren't hearing you correctly? But...okay...you gave him to us and we trust you...by faith...so....okay. We believe that even if he die, you know how to bring him back to life. Okay, God. We're okay with this.
We call this living with nothing more than a promise and a prayer. And, yes, we call this living! Don't be afraid to believe God at what may seem to be the most obviously wrong times.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
HE AGONIZED OVER US
And being in agony He was praying very fervently; and His sweat became like drops of blood, falling down upon the ground. Luke 22:44
The above is extracted from a scene in the Garden as Jesus faced execution. He agonized during deep and penetrating prayer as he approached his assignment to die that the world would have hope. He wasn't reluctant. He was driven to offer legitimate reason for the rest of us to hope.
You do get it, don't you, that we are called to follow his steps? You do get it, don't you, that church life isn't about whether you like the preacher or the music? You do get it, don't you, that the world around us cannot get well until followers of Jesus die for the enemy? Right?
We are living in heavy, serious, times. Complexity confuses. Discouragement distracts. Yet, real honest hope is to be found in this One who faced the cross head on. Many of our hang-nail ailments might dissipate when we persistently grow into the true nature of being believers by living/dying that the wounded might be healed from their intensely discouraging days, months, and years.
Jesus did not say, Take up your songbook and follow me. Nor did He call out, Be sure to find the church that both comforts you and notices you. Not quite. He agonized over us...and then handed us the like-painful baton. And. We. Will. Not. Flinch.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
HEY. YOU MIGHT WANT TO KEEP WHAT I'M ABOUT TO TELL YOU UNDER YOUR HAT.
There's a slick talker roaming within each of our own minds pushing a propaganda of sorts. It's a snow job on how bad others are doing, looking, or being while we rationalize within our biased heads that we are above all of the them and they failings. If they would only... If they could just see themselves... Why, if they were as quick... or as smart...or as... Oh how we do carry on within ourselves about our obvious (but subtle) superiority.
And...because of this selfie-attitude, our communities are in a world of hurt? Why? Because we are a dishonest mess. We profess that our failings are only slight and if they should be desperately visible we admit we have them; but we tend to blame someone else for our lack hoping to get ourselves off of the hook. Really, we are no better than any neighbor. No better.
Society is on the prowl for something; something meaningful, something rich, something far beyond the stagnating routine of normal. Fortunately, many have the drive within to still want to find that treasure; to get there. Be encouraged. There is a grand secret embedded within the rolling hills of life's pursuit. Brennan Manning (I just love this man's heart) mentioned that when G. K. Chesterton's detective priest, Father Brown, is asked how he could be so astute as to get into a criminal's mind, he answers that it came from the discovery that he is a criminal himself.
Before I quote his next paragraph, hear well what is said. To get into a criminal's mind one must discover that he is a criminal himself. At that point, one will know how a criminal thinks. God's genius already knew this. If Father was to get into man's mind, he absolutely would need to become a man himself. And that He did. We know him as Jesus. No Divine one ever understood us better than the one who became as we.
No man's really any good, Chesterton continued, till he knows how bad he is, or might be; till he's realized how much right he has to all this talk of "criminals," as if they were apes in a forest ten thousand miles away; till he's got rid of all the dirty self-deception of talking about low types and deficient skills; till he's squeezed out the last drop of the oil of the Pharisees; till his only hope is somehow or other to have captured one criminal, and kept him safe under his own hat.
Should you be inclined to have a yearning to tell another how low and sinful someone else is, we will all do well to keep it under our own hat. It is at this point in one's life that genuine good begins to come forth. Hurrah for Jesus showing us how. No man is any good until he knows how bad he is. This fact would transform the church into a mighty influence of both substantial relief and authentic hope...and it would let the neighborhood in.
And...because of this selfie-attitude, our communities are in a world of hurt? Why? Because we are a dishonest mess. We profess that our failings are only slight and if they should be desperately visible we admit we have them; but we tend to blame someone else for our lack hoping to get ourselves off of the hook. Really, we are no better than any neighbor. No better.
Society is on the prowl for something; something meaningful, something rich, something far beyond the stagnating routine of normal. Fortunately, many have the drive within to still want to find that treasure; to get there. Be encouraged. There is a grand secret embedded within the rolling hills of life's pursuit. Brennan Manning (I just love this man's heart) mentioned that when G. K. Chesterton's detective priest, Father Brown, is asked how he could be so astute as to get into a criminal's mind, he answers that it came from the discovery that he is a criminal himself.
Before I quote his next paragraph, hear well what is said. To get into a criminal's mind one must discover that he is a criminal himself. At that point, one will know how a criminal thinks. God's genius already knew this. If Father was to get into man's mind, he absolutely would need to become a man himself. And that He did. We know him as Jesus. No Divine one ever understood us better than the one who became as we.
No man's really any good, Chesterton continued, till he knows how bad he is, or might be; till he's realized how much right he has to all this talk of "criminals," as if they were apes in a forest ten thousand miles away; till he's got rid of all the dirty self-deception of talking about low types and deficient skills; till he's squeezed out the last drop of the oil of the Pharisees; till his only hope is somehow or other to have captured one criminal, and kept him safe under his own hat.
Should you be inclined to have a yearning to tell another how low and sinful someone else is, we will all do well to keep it under our own hat. It is at this point in one's life that genuine good begins to come forth. Hurrah for Jesus showing us how. No man is any good until he knows how bad he is. This fact would transform the church into a mighty influence of both substantial relief and authentic hope...and it would let the neighborhood in.
Sunday, June 12, 2016
JUST WHEN YOU THINK THAT IT CAN'T GET WORSE
I think about you, dear reader. I wouldn't know personally the many who have signed on to reading these posts. But be assured, I write with you in mind...every day. My calling is to cheer you on when other voices may have gone temporarily hoarse...or even silent. You are worthy of encouragement for you are created in His image.
Life is very broken. This is one of the strongest verifications that the Bible is true. Its story begins in the Garden and not one person has broken the code for recovery other than Jesus. That gives us motivation to learn of him because Jesus broke brokenness.
Be not discouraged...even when it is deemed intensely so. See through it. Such is a fake trying to mislead you; trying to convince you that life only gets worse. It doesn't. Just when you think that it can't get worse....it can get better. That's a good, new, even adventurous twist.
God isn't around to ruin our Sunday schedules; making us go to church when we'd rather golf, fish, or read. No, God is around to pump hope, and joy, and life into our hearts. He lived--and died--and arose--to affirm that the bad days are significantly ugly; but are no match for profound resurrection power. You and I get to live in resurrection power; not just someday beyond the cemetery, but right now.
So just when you think that it can't worse is the very time to remember that the best is already here...right now! Do what you can to drop the worry from around and lean into the promises from above.
Life is very broken. This is one of the strongest verifications that the Bible is true. Its story begins in the Garden and not one person has broken the code for recovery other than Jesus. That gives us motivation to learn of him because Jesus broke brokenness.
Be not discouraged...even when it is deemed intensely so. See through it. Such is a fake trying to mislead you; trying to convince you that life only gets worse. It doesn't. Just when you think that it can't get worse....it can get better. That's a good, new, even adventurous twist.
God isn't around to ruin our Sunday schedules; making us go to church when we'd rather golf, fish, or read. No, God is around to pump hope, and joy, and life into our hearts. He lived--and died--and arose--to affirm that the bad days are significantly ugly; but are no match for profound resurrection power. You and I get to live in resurrection power; not just someday beyond the cemetery, but right now.
So just when you think that it can't worse is the very time to remember that the best is already here...right now! Do what you can to drop the worry from around and lean into the promises from above.
Friday, June 10, 2016
WHEN YOU'VE ABOUT HAD IT WITH YOURSELF.
Jim Cymbala makes an astute statement when wording, Just as our culture in general is taken up with a victim mentality, where everything is somebody else's fault, to be relieved by psychotherapy, government handouts, or litigation, so in the church people are saying, "It's the devil's fault.
Don't blame me." No wonder there is little brokenness of spirit among us.
Broken. Oh how I don't like that word. I can't imagine ever liking that feeling of sheer yuckness that leaves us empty; oh so lonely and empty. Yet, it's where I live, where we live, as well we should.
To avoid occasional inner shattering, we build defense by blaming...some thing or some one. But life won't flow from such a hideout. Each of us is in desperate need of a stabilizing thread; admission combined with confession. We gain momentum when I can admit that it is me that is off-center, it is me that doesn't have my act together, and it is me who is the greater sinner of any other person I would know.
Yet, that's just one-half of the stability force. The other portion is the confession that while we can't, God can. Life, productive and meaningful life, is executed from His muscle; not mine. That Positive Thinking Rally slogan of the 70s, If it is to be, it is up to me, is quite the misnomer. If anything is to be it is up to Him. I (we) haven't the strength nor the mental prowess to orchestrate the big and needed moves for uplifting a broken world.
This is why we believe...in the One who can. This is why we pray. This is why we read the Word to absorb one more time the can do of God. It is from this framework that we set out to reach the whole world...or maybe overcome a moment of discouragement.
Try not to fold up wishing to evaporate when you don't get life done well. If you can, tell God thank you that you can't; but you know that He can. When you've about had it up to here with yourself, you can be assured....God has great work going on in you.
Don't blame me." No wonder there is little brokenness of spirit among us.
Broken. Oh how I don't like that word. I can't imagine ever liking that feeling of sheer yuckness that leaves us empty; oh so lonely and empty. Yet, it's where I live, where we live, as well we should.
To avoid occasional inner shattering, we build defense by blaming...some thing or some one. But life won't flow from such a hideout. Each of us is in desperate need of a stabilizing thread; admission combined with confession. We gain momentum when I can admit that it is me that is off-center, it is me that doesn't have my act together, and it is me who is the greater sinner of any other person I would know.
Yet, that's just one-half of the stability force. The other portion is the confession that while we can't, God can. Life, productive and meaningful life, is executed from His muscle; not mine. That Positive Thinking Rally slogan of the 70s, If it is to be, it is up to me, is quite the misnomer. If anything is to be it is up to Him. I (we) haven't the strength nor the mental prowess to orchestrate the big and needed moves for uplifting a broken world.
This is why we believe...in the One who can. This is why we pray. This is why we read the Word to absorb one more time the can do of God. It is from this framework that we set out to reach the whole world...or maybe overcome a moment of discouragement.
Try not to fold up wishing to evaporate when you don't get life done well. If you can, tell God thank you that you can't; but you know that He can. When you've about had it up to here with yourself, you can be assured....God has great work going on in you.
Thursday, June 09, 2016
HOW TO WIN THE BATTLE OVER DISCOURAGEMENT
Discouragement? That's it? That's the topic? Couldn't I write, possibly, on the exponential thesis of exploratory fabricationalistic momentum? Hasn't the chatter of overcoming discouragement sorta become similar to a beating a dead horse theme? Evidently not, because I (and I'm pretty convinced you) face it head on every day. I recently read that every person despairs one hundred times a day. That's why I wish to cheer on the whole world every day. No one is exempt from being targeted by repetitive bummeristic moments.
Circumstances tend to extract the wind from our sails day by day. So do some people. Uggh! Staying on top of our day with strong emotional health is seriously challenging. And we can do it. Too many cave. I want to do what I can to build rather than dismantle. There is constant hope regardless of the size of a problem or the clamoring of an opposing person.
Recently a comment was said to me that flattened me. It was regarding my work and how I just don't see how ineffective it is. Such was spoken with firm conviction. It hurt my one feeling that I had left. But, I needed this because it shoved me back into that treacherous space where we all live...a hundred times a day. I can't be of much help to the frail and injured if I only know insult and suffering by reading a book of how another(s) experienced it. No, if I'm going to meaningfully grasp the swirling challenges facing you and your turbulent world, I have to experience repeated moments of angst.
And so do you....if you are going to truly live as encouragement to those around you. Hard times hit so that we can understand others when their hard times hit. Nothing frustrating or aggravating is ever a waste.
So one more time I was faced with soaking/bathing in the insult. Every time I have to determine to let such arrows (and many do come our way) bless me rather than slay me. In such moments I am once again challenged to think on the things going right. I know...I preach this all of the time...because hurt continues to spread like thistles. Yet, we are allowed to transform these times to serve us rather than destroy us. Opposing winds simply call for resetting of the sails in order to successfully continue toward our destination.
The next time you would like to get down on a person I would ask you to wonder if possibly such a one has taken a significant series of hits themselves over time. I'm saying they have. Even our critics have had a seriously rough go of it. This calls for our sympathy; not our resentment and surely not our rebellion. We live among a wounded humanity. Regardless of social status, all individuals at every level encounter the darts and arrows of devastating comments. It is a routine way of a fundamentally thoughtless life.
What we want to do is twofold; (1) we want to live in sympathy for the ones doing the injuring for these have been dreadfully hurt, and (2) we must be determined to shift from personal resentment to loving understanding. Jesus came to earth to be intentionally hurt so that he could have a true feel for what it was like to be something that he and Father and Spirit had never known; what it was like to be a created (but fallen) timid, injured human being. Jesus became flesh to walk through the flesh highs and the flesh lows. He. Gets. Us.
How do we win over discouragement? We realize that even our bad days are designed to help us have favorable and positive impact on the next person around us who is having a similarly gnarly-bad-ugly-awful day. Even our enemies will win if we can remember why we are called to really live; to offer them an entirely new and heaven-oriented perspective as to how to walk on this earth.
It is here--in our determined hearts--that the battle is victorious over discouragement. We are to care more about the welfare of another than we are about how we are feeling.
Circumstances tend to extract the wind from our sails day by day. So do some people. Uggh! Staying on top of our day with strong emotional health is seriously challenging. And we can do it. Too many cave. I want to do what I can to build rather than dismantle. There is constant hope regardless of the size of a problem or the clamoring of an opposing person.
Recently a comment was said to me that flattened me. It was regarding my work and how I just don't see how ineffective it is. Such was spoken with firm conviction. It hurt my one feeling that I had left. But, I needed this because it shoved me back into that treacherous space where we all live...a hundred times a day. I can't be of much help to the frail and injured if I only know insult and suffering by reading a book of how another(s) experienced it. No, if I'm going to meaningfully grasp the swirling challenges facing you and your turbulent world, I have to experience repeated moments of angst.
And so do you....if you are going to truly live as encouragement to those around you. Hard times hit so that we can understand others when their hard times hit. Nothing frustrating or aggravating is ever a waste.
So one more time I was faced with soaking/bathing in the insult. Every time I have to determine to let such arrows (and many do come our way) bless me rather than slay me. In such moments I am once again challenged to think on the things going right. I know...I preach this all of the time...because hurt continues to spread like thistles. Yet, we are allowed to transform these times to serve us rather than destroy us. Opposing winds simply call for resetting of the sails in order to successfully continue toward our destination.
The next time you would like to get down on a person I would ask you to wonder if possibly such a one has taken a significant series of hits themselves over time. I'm saying they have. Even our critics have had a seriously rough go of it. This calls for our sympathy; not our resentment and surely not our rebellion. We live among a wounded humanity. Regardless of social status, all individuals at every level encounter the darts and arrows of devastating comments. It is a routine way of a fundamentally thoughtless life.
What we want to do is twofold; (1) we want to live in sympathy for the ones doing the injuring for these have been dreadfully hurt, and (2) we must be determined to shift from personal resentment to loving understanding. Jesus came to earth to be intentionally hurt so that he could have a true feel for what it was like to be something that he and Father and Spirit had never known; what it was like to be a created (but fallen) timid, injured human being. Jesus became flesh to walk through the flesh highs and the flesh lows. He. Gets. Us.
How do we win over discouragement? We realize that even our bad days are designed to help us have favorable and positive impact on the next person around us who is having a similarly gnarly-bad-ugly-awful day. Even our enemies will win if we can remember why we are called to really live; to offer them an entirely new and heaven-oriented perspective as to how to walk on this earth.
It is here--in our determined hearts--that the battle is victorious over discouragement. We are to care more about the welfare of another than we are about how we are feeling.
Wednesday, June 08, 2016
THE JESUS PERSPECTIVE
Hope is to reign. If it doesn't, one can be assured that it is antsy to become the heartbeat of our daily walk. When there is hope....well....then there really is hope. Romans 5:1-5 is masterfully pointed that in our good days (and our bad ones) there is ample reason to hope. It is declared to be so strong that no one will be disappointed in its reality for any moment.
Our perspective of Jesus verifies this truth. Once battered and beaten, he eventually succumbed to the pressure of dark and devastating death. The scene was both horrendous as well as notorious. Darkness hovered over the earth as he hung from the Cross as if to say to the Roman guard, I have an announcement from Heaven. You have just killed the Light.
This scene was intentional. It was public. Its account is recorded for all to know. Why? Because awe came about three days later. Jesus arose! He was back. Death didn't, after all, have the last say. From the Jesus perspective, death and all of its cousins went into hiding.
Our hope is never in an earthly person nor a group of people. The church will let you down. Ministers will disappoint. Neighbors will betray and spouses will cause pain. Why is this? Do we not all know better? Of course we do. Yet, everyone of us is caught in a swirl of the dark vs. light argument. These two not only don't get along; they very much oppose each other. Mankind is in an awful fix.
Take a look at the political scene in America. Not only are the parties deeply divided, each party is divided against itself. Division is the trait of a fallen world. We have it within us to get along with others; yet fundamentally we prefer (strongly prefer) that if harmony is to exist one must lean toward our way of thinking.
Churches follow suit. Division within the divisions are too numerous to calculate. To top it off, divisions exist within congregations who fly under the same-name banner. What's this about?
There is a solution; an answer. The response begins with believers believing in Jesus and not in our name-brand system or organization. Unity is anticipated by our Living God. This will bear powerful fruit.
How do we get there? Each of us is to realize that our ideas are not god. Our theories have holes in them. Can we not know truth? Oh, the Bible says we can. And one of the truths I have learned about myself is that I don't know as much as I once believed. Jesus was not my perspective. My doctrinal persuasion was.
So here's what I wish to cheer you on about today. The perspective of Jesus will fortunately cause each of us to dismount from our religious/political high horses. In addition, we will find that care for one another becomes central rather than winning an argument or defending a position. Jesus is to be our perspective and, when he is, life begins to arise from days of darkness and frustration.
Tuesday, June 07, 2016
ENGULFED IN THE WONDER OF THE CHURCH
One must make asserted effort to refrain from living a small life. Our God craves for bigger for us. Yet, our minds are self-convincing that our walk on earth is mainly about us. If not careful, we will shoot ourselves in our own feet and limp through life due to self-infliction of little thinking. With this it seems that each of us clamors for the center stage. From this perspective, life tends to revolve.
We might acknowledge that we know this is a grave mistake to think such. However, there is persistent temptation to make this day (and the next) (and the next) about self. Each of us has inherited a flaw from Adam and Eve. This couple was obsessed with life revolving around themselves and we repeatedly imitate the trend. While we battle for recognition, our faith suffers because, in reality, meaningful life isn't about self. Productive life is higher, wider, deeper, and farther. But, oh how we battle this reality.
In The Broken Church Paul Dawson reflects , The focus is upon the eternal purpose of God, not on my particular (and minuscule) piece of the pie. Yet how often do we judge the validity of the church and of our own faith by the tiny part that we play, what we get, what we understand, and what we perceive is fair? Do we not validate our faith based upon our myopic self-o-scope? Is my life unfolding according to my plan? Is faith working for me? We have missed the entire point. What if life and faith are not even about us?
Engulfed in the life of wonder is to follow Jesus. Real life is the call to live anticipationally; yet, sacrificially. He insisted that if we are to keep our lives we must lose them. Additionally, he is clear that if we lose our lives we will find them. This is risky faith. This is the secret to wonder. Be encouraged to die to self; to your wish, your will, your want. In so doing, a level of life will arise of which each of us dreams.
Watch for the wonder. Place yourself in its realm by being attentive to God and to others. Get ready....to be really blessed!
We might acknowledge that we know this is a grave mistake to think such. However, there is persistent temptation to make this day (and the next) (and the next) about self. Each of us has inherited a flaw from Adam and Eve. This couple was obsessed with life revolving around themselves and we repeatedly imitate the trend. While we battle for recognition, our faith suffers because, in reality, meaningful life isn't about self. Productive life is higher, wider, deeper, and farther. But, oh how we battle this reality.
In The Broken Church Paul Dawson reflects , The focus is upon the eternal purpose of God, not on my particular (and minuscule) piece of the pie. Yet how often do we judge the validity of the church and of our own faith by the tiny part that we play, what we get, what we understand, and what we perceive is fair? Do we not validate our faith based upon our myopic self-o-scope? Is my life unfolding according to my plan? Is faith working for me? We have missed the entire point. What if life and faith are not even about us?
Engulfed in the life of wonder is to follow Jesus. Real life is the call to live anticipationally; yet, sacrificially. He insisted that if we are to keep our lives we must lose them. Additionally, he is clear that if we lose our lives we will find them. This is risky faith. This is the secret to wonder. Be encouraged to die to self; to your wish, your will, your want. In so doing, a level of life will arise of which each of us dreams.
Watch for the wonder. Place yourself in its realm by being attentive to God and to others. Get ready....to be really blessed!
Saturday, June 04, 2016
WHEN YOUR HOP CAN'T HOP ANOTHER MINUTE
Each person, it seems, has increasingly more activities on our plates. In one way this is good as it means we are functioning. The negative side might mean that we have allowed (or taken on) so much that we find ourselves buried before we ever get to the cemetery. This is a crucial fact about where we live.
For those interferences that come our way, we do learn to make adjustment; even to the point we might find ourselves advantaged. Yet, the lack of personal discipline which finds us likely in over our heads in daily struggle is where I wish to encourage. You likely care about your world and all who are tied in with it.
So I say to you that you might be making life way too difficult by spinning in too many directions. Do you recall the little PacMan yellow face that eats away in puzzle form? We blink and dodge and dart about as if we are little PacMen and PacWomen turning, swiveling, and bouncing; gobbling our own time.
Guilt is placed at our feet if we say No to multiple incoming requests. Frustration weighs on our hearts when we say Yes when what we needed to say (wanted to say) was No. I speak not to the lazy. The lazy don't read this blog. I speak to the productive, the ambitious, the driven. Try not to make simple life way too hard.
So how, might you ask? Practice praying (Oh, you were looking for something new?). Our minds will calm when our spirits are connected to Father. Our walk is not about our image of pleasing people. Jesus didn't and we are to be disciplined, as was he, at drawing the lines. Martha was pretty miffed when Jesus didn't hop to it at the announcement of Lazarus' death.
It is here that we could/should/would find relief. If we are called (as we tend to think) to keep everyone happy, then welcome to the world of eventual failure. This was a very hard lesson for me to learn. If others like you because you always hop to it the day is coming when you have no more hop and they, then, simultaneously have no more support of you.
Each of us must reach a point where we relinquish our desire to serve impressively; pleasing some and keeping others off of our backs. We must know deeply and inwardly by faith that God runs the effectivity of His Show. Serve? Oh, we are in. Everywhere in multiple places all at once...um, that would be where the Spirit of God does the work. Let Him!
For those interferences that come our way, we do learn to make adjustment; even to the point we might find ourselves advantaged. Yet, the lack of personal discipline which finds us likely in over our heads in daily struggle is where I wish to encourage. You likely care about your world and all who are tied in with it.
So I say to you that you might be making life way too difficult by spinning in too many directions. Do you recall the little PacMan yellow face that eats away in puzzle form? We blink and dodge and dart about as if we are little PacMen and PacWomen turning, swiveling, and bouncing; gobbling our own time.
Guilt is placed at our feet if we say No to multiple incoming requests. Frustration weighs on our hearts when we say Yes when what we needed to say (wanted to say) was No. I speak not to the lazy. The lazy don't read this blog. I speak to the productive, the ambitious, the driven. Try not to make simple life way too hard.
So how, might you ask? Practice praying (Oh, you were looking for something new?). Our minds will calm when our spirits are connected to Father. Our walk is not about our image of pleasing people. Jesus didn't and we are to be disciplined, as was he, at drawing the lines. Martha was pretty miffed when Jesus didn't hop to it at the announcement of Lazarus' death.
It is here that we could/should/would find relief. If we are called (as we tend to think) to keep everyone happy, then welcome to the world of eventual failure. This was a very hard lesson for me to learn. If others like you because you always hop to it the day is coming when you have no more hop and they, then, simultaneously have no more support of you.
Each of us must reach a point where we relinquish our desire to serve impressively; pleasing some and keeping others off of our backs. We must know deeply and inwardly by faith that God runs the effectivity of His Show. Serve? Oh, we are in. Everywhere in multiple places all at once...um, that would be where the Spirit of God does the work. Let Him!
Friday, June 03, 2016
IS LIFE AFTER DEATH MERELY WISHFUL THINKING?
Is Christianity simply a nice element to an already cluttered world or is there a legitimacy which needs to be seriously considered. I believe the latter is the case; yet, I am sympathetic toward any who are not certain. I get it. Would you mind if I share my take on what is a significant question to so many?
I believe that life after death is more than wishful thinking. My conclusion has been reached on the basis of intentional research; not inherited tradition that might include ritualistic habit or whatever indifference. You surely might reach a different conclusion than I; but please....please don't go into eternity with little more than criticism of we religious people who haven't represented God as well as even we had wished.
The reason that a next life is to be believed can come in various formidable facts:
I believe that life after death is more than wishful thinking. My conclusion has been reached on the basis of intentional research; not inherited tradition that might include ritualistic habit or whatever indifference. You surely might reach a different conclusion than I; but please....please don't go into eternity with little more than criticism of we religious people who haven't represented God as well as even we had wished.
The reason that a next life is to be believed can come in various formidable facts:
- Farmers plant seed in the ground hoping it to die...in order that abundantly more seed arise. The new life is much more seed than was planted. Life comes indeed and even due to death.
- Every time one reflects upon today's date a confession is made that Jesus was born. Earth's timetable is an admission that B.C. took a turn into a new calculating system of A.D. Jesus is the reason for the new season.
- The Bible can't be eradicated from existence. People have tried. Nations have tried to gather Bibles and burn them in public square. It continues to survive the most organized attacks.
- Everyone clearly sees that each of us is composed of flesh and spirit. We are both inner and outer people; two worlds living in stunning combination. The inner includes our attitudes, thoughts, imaginations, etc. The outer is obvious as well. Our dual existence verifies there is a spiritual side to life.
The above items are merely ideas to ponder. Of course, my point is that to believe in life after death is not being superficially gullible as some choose to view the topic. I'm not sure, but I think this issue is basically ignored; not from researched disbelief but from simply not wanting to think about it. Death is what happens to others...so far.
The Word of God calls each on of us to start life over in mid-stream. Born once we are asked that we consider being born again. We are to be born in the flesh and then in the spirit for we are both. The problem arises when we decide that the first birth is the completion of being a person. It isn't.
John 3:3-8 is to be treasured; not debated. Jesus sent his disciples into all of the world hoping the news would spread regarding this very factor, Mt. 28:18-20, equipping them with a message of full, total, and complete personhood. All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.
Life after death isn't merely wishful thinking. It is substantial and responsible thinking. If one wants to offer thoughtless coffee-shop mocking toward any who believe that God is actual, such a one is surely free to engage in such conversation. I reference this as I might have been in on such conversations in my earlier days.
Every person receives repeated significant messages day by day verifying that this present earthly existence is short-lived. Funerals are a way of life. Even that statement is weird, isn't it? Jesus died on the cross as the absorbent of our sins. Jesus is our exemption. He is the only one who died (and arose) so that we could live. Life after death isn't merely wishful thinking. It is a sobering matter that deserves important evaluation.
Should you conclude that such an exercise is not true, do so please upon serious research and not because a friend gave no thought to it either. You cannot afford to roll with a doubting crowd. Eventually, I believe that you will one day call a friend and tell them that you want to study the Bible with them. This will, it seems, lead you to weigh whether you believe that Jesus calls you to be baptized. For me? I believe He deeply desires to wash our sins away at baptism that the Holy Spirit of God might take up residence within.
Might you begin to lean that direction as well...Acts 8:34-38?
Thursday, June 02, 2016
HOW TO HOPE WHEN IT SEEMS THERE ISN'T ANY
So one more time I found myself sitting in ER with a family yesterday. The scene is embedded in any who were present forevermore. The body of a loved one is the gathering place. The sobs, the physical collapse of one, the stark and stunning now absence of a beloved....the room was filled with silent screaming. Begging spirits folded as a man full of life was now pronounced dead.
My mind never gets over these repeated scenes that pop up occasionally. The devastation is permanent. And....it is useful. By the latter, I mean that it is a profound moment when the heart vacates the frivolous distractions that routine deems as necessary and takes note of what really matters; love of people while they are with us.
Arguments seem to leave the room rather red-faced in such settings. They (these debates) never did really belong, did they? Frustration within relationships evaporates. It happens at death. So why can't it happen in life? Such has always been the intent of the Spirit which is to have taken up residence within.
...we exult in hope of the glory of God. And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us...Romans 5:2-5.
How one hopes when there is no sign of hope to be found is to rely upon the Holy Spirit of God within us for He knows the full story of authentic and lasting life. Our hearts may be stunned; taking our turns to rightfully grieve deeply. Yet, due to the conquering Spirit of God, there is ample reason to live convinced that even at death's door....there is personal hope.
My mind never gets over these repeated scenes that pop up occasionally. The devastation is permanent. And....it is useful. By the latter, I mean that it is a profound moment when the heart vacates the frivolous distractions that routine deems as necessary and takes note of what really matters; love of people while they are with us.
Arguments seem to leave the room rather red-faced in such settings. They (these debates) never did really belong, did they? Frustration within relationships evaporates. It happens at death. So why can't it happen in life? Such has always been the intent of the Spirit which is to have taken up residence within.
...we exult in hope of the glory of God. And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us...Romans 5:2-5.
How one hopes when there is no sign of hope to be found is to rely upon the Holy Spirit of God within us for He knows the full story of authentic and lasting life. Our hearts may be stunned; taking our turns to rightfully grieve deeply. Yet, due to the conquering Spirit of God, there is ample reason to live convinced that even at death's door....there is personal hope.
Wednesday, June 01, 2016
BE AWARE OF OUR NEIGHBORS THE HURRYS AND THE SCURRYS
There was a catastrophe x-amount of years ago. Its power shook the earth. Reverberation continues. Mankind has been severely wounded. Community has been essentially handicapped since Eden.
In that Garden Adam and Eve rebelled and the result was an eternal obsession with the self. What did this brief moment cause? An undeniable hiding from that day forth continues to the be dilemma known around the world. Men and women hide in plain sight hoping to go unnoticed. Seen, yet unseen, this has been the quest. We want to be honored; but seldom do we wish to honor.
Granted, most everyone that we know has their hands full with schedules, with concerns, and with goals. Our lives reflect the idea that we don't seem to have enough day in our hours. The Hurry family lives next door to the Scurrys. When the alarm goes off in early morn, the race is on. And there is, indeed, a serious problem.
Everyone is seen in the crowd; but few are noticed.
It is at this juncture that we might study the crisis in order to develop a plan for community improvement. One of the things that I dearly appreciate about Jesus is that even in a crowd he was sensitive; even to an unknown person whose touch stopped the parade. Personal sensitivity to those around us is desperately needed in our day....each...and every...day.
Let us promote Other Awareness Day every day. From Monday through Saturday, this would change the world. On Sundays? Oh if even the church people would loosen from fear of being seen and speak to the strangers, the guests, even the other members whom we dismiss as surely somebody in here knows them, we would change the world for the better. Impact would be enormous!
Here's what I think I know. Regardless of location on the social ladder, those on the top, those at the bottom, and all in the middle suffer from the Garden Collapse of early creation. Personal uncertainty and fearful doubt reside in even the most outgoing and popular. We can make a difference because (1) we know this about every person on our floor or street, and (2) we can change the world for the better by noticing these masses who are all around us in plain sight are deeply valuable and highly important.
May we go make a difference for someone who needs and encouraging word or a smiling greeting. This will change someone's world....today.
In that Garden Adam and Eve rebelled and the result was an eternal obsession with the self. What did this brief moment cause? An undeniable hiding from that day forth continues to the be dilemma known around the world. Men and women hide in plain sight hoping to go unnoticed. Seen, yet unseen, this has been the quest. We want to be honored; but seldom do we wish to honor.
Granted, most everyone that we know has their hands full with schedules, with concerns, and with goals. Our lives reflect the idea that we don't seem to have enough day in our hours. The Hurry family lives next door to the Scurrys. When the alarm goes off in early morn, the race is on. And there is, indeed, a serious problem.
Everyone is seen in the crowd; but few are noticed.
It is at this juncture that we might study the crisis in order to develop a plan for community improvement. One of the things that I dearly appreciate about Jesus is that even in a crowd he was sensitive; even to an unknown person whose touch stopped the parade. Personal sensitivity to those around us is desperately needed in our day....each...and every...day.
Let us promote Other Awareness Day every day. From Monday through Saturday, this would change the world. On Sundays? Oh if even the church people would loosen from fear of being seen and speak to the strangers, the guests, even the other members whom we dismiss as surely somebody in here knows them, we would change the world for the better. Impact would be enormous!
Here's what I think I know. Regardless of location on the social ladder, those on the top, those at the bottom, and all in the middle suffer from the Garden Collapse of early creation. Personal uncertainty and fearful doubt reside in even the most outgoing and popular. We can make a difference because (1) we know this about every person on our floor or street, and (2) we can change the world for the better by noticing these masses who are all around us in plain sight are deeply valuable and highly important.
May we go make a difference for someone who needs and encouraging word or a smiling greeting. This will change someone's world....today.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
WE BELIEVE
Believing is a most fantastic element of one's life. It isn't religious as some would like to think. No, to believe is a life-long wonder; a conviction by anyone about anything. One may believe they should go to the doctor. Confidence strengthens when we believe in that physician. Another may believe that it's time to change the oil in the car when a neighbor may believe that such isn't the time for theirs.
To believe is that natural and routine element of one's simplest convictions regarding matters everywhere from paint color to clothing preference. No one is without it. We've all got it.
We believe. We believe especially in the realm of the spiritual. We believe God is while others believe He isn't. Both cannot be correct; but the belief system is at play in this zone. What we think is (or is not) is elementarily key to our actions, our goals, and our eventual accomplishments. Each of us must be aware that much of our exertion is applied toward things and events which have yet to happen. This would be called faith.
Why would this be significant; useful? We carry the power of faith to believe (1) in what others who are struggling can become, and (2) in this very process we believe that effective change can actually come about. Think about some who hurt. Consider their loneliness or their depression or their neglect. By faith, we can envision possibility; an entirely new terrain for their walk. Our words, then, align with our vision for them. Change comes about when words of encouragement and hope are produced and then reproduced. Through the faith process life pops open!
We believe. This changes the lives of so many who needed someone to believe that they could succeed, could arise, could make it. We believe. We believe in people when they don 't believe in themselves. We believe. We believe that God can create something from nothing; that He can make life happen in the very core of deadness.
Believing isn't just a Sunday School coloring book to keep a child occupied. It is to tap into a wonder that changes; changes hearts, goals, convictions and the entire course of life. Whether we believe and what we believe are so crucial because this invisible element, as it turns out, is a dynamic rudder which gives us direction of the Spirit of God.
When we believe, life happens!
To believe is that natural and routine element of one's simplest convictions regarding matters everywhere from paint color to clothing preference. No one is without it. We've all got it.
We believe. We believe especially in the realm of the spiritual. We believe God is while others believe He isn't. Both cannot be correct; but the belief system is at play in this zone. What we think is (or is not) is elementarily key to our actions, our goals, and our eventual accomplishments. Each of us must be aware that much of our exertion is applied toward things and events which have yet to happen. This would be called faith.
Why would this be significant; useful? We carry the power of faith to believe (1) in what others who are struggling can become, and (2) in this very process we believe that effective change can actually come about. Think about some who hurt. Consider their loneliness or their depression or their neglect. By faith, we can envision possibility; an entirely new terrain for their walk. Our words, then, align with our vision for them. Change comes about when words of encouragement and hope are produced and then reproduced. Through the faith process life pops open!
We believe. This changes the lives of so many who needed someone to believe that they could succeed, could arise, could make it. We believe. We believe in people when they don 't believe in themselves. We believe. We believe that God can create something from nothing; that He can make life happen in the very core of deadness.
Believing isn't just a Sunday School coloring book to keep a child occupied. It is to tap into a wonder that changes; changes hearts, goals, convictions and the entire course of life. Whether we believe and what we believe are so crucial because this invisible element, as it turns out, is a dynamic rudder which gives us direction of the Spirit of God.
When we believe, life happens!
Saturday, May 28, 2016
THE CHALLENGE, THE CHURCH, AND THE....CHICAGO CUBS
Being from the NE corner of Missouri and then later West-central Illinois, I very much indeed understand one of the greatest rivalries in baseball; that of the St. Louis Cardinals and the Chicago Cubs. I'm unique, being from that area, in that I like both teams a lot---the Cardinals first and the Cubs second.
It's a joke world-wide that the Cubs haven't won a World Series in so long that Halley's Comet has passed twice. In 1969 the team had the standings sewn up only to crater in the last few days. This year the team is surely on a power move. Their victories are so many that the are perched upon the top of their division with a sizable lead with no signs of doing anything but pulling further from the pack.
But there is a strong challenge that lies in front of these Cubbies. It's called endurance. I'm not saying they can't make it for some team obviously will. This might be their year. If so I will celebrate...sorta. Yet, the road ahead is filled with significant questions. Will they avoid significant injuries? Will the pitching arms fatigue? Will the September heat become a factor? And, what will happen if the team hits a losing streak along the way? When this happens, will they endure or will they tank? All of these questions will be answered and, when they are, the results will be clear.
This is the challenge of the church; endurance. It's one thing to start off a new (season) of faith where everyone is happy, ministries cooperate, the contributions are strong, and attendance is on the increase. It is quite another matter when hopes and dreams take a hit; when disappointment or disgust begin to be the rule of the day.
Believing God carries a hefty call to endure the hard stuff; the very difficult days. Just as there are fly-by-night fans of baseball, the same disposition resides in the church. The challenge is, the question is, whether one will endure. In baseball, opposition is called competition. In the church it's called the Cross. Both will face threat head-on.
To be clear, I am not prophesying that the Cubs will fold. I am saying that if they are to win, and they very likely might, it will not be due to the team as it stands at the moment. Rather it will be the result of a team that overcomes; bouncing back from injury, fatigue, and frustration over the long-haul. Interference will happen. Skill-set is one thing. Handling loss is quite another. Both are significant factors in the game of life.
It is said of Jesus that he endured the cross despising the shame. That's where our victories are experienced. They are not about our talent only; but are very much about our determination to never give up regardless of insult or injury. The Phillies of 1980 marched to victory because their motto of We believe! was a call to take the good with the bad by never doubting; never giving up.
Endurance will always be the challenge for the Church and the...Chicago Cubs.
It's a joke world-wide that the Cubs haven't won a World Series in so long that Halley's Comet has passed twice. In 1969 the team had the standings sewn up only to crater in the last few days. This year the team is surely on a power move. Their victories are so many that the are perched upon the top of their division with a sizable lead with no signs of doing anything but pulling further from the pack.
But there is a strong challenge that lies in front of these Cubbies. It's called endurance. I'm not saying they can't make it for some team obviously will. This might be their year. If so I will celebrate...sorta. Yet, the road ahead is filled with significant questions. Will they avoid significant injuries? Will the pitching arms fatigue? Will the September heat become a factor? And, what will happen if the team hits a losing streak along the way? When this happens, will they endure or will they tank? All of these questions will be answered and, when they are, the results will be clear.
This is the challenge of the church; endurance. It's one thing to start off a new (season) of faith where everyone is happy, ministries cooperate, the contributions are strong, and attendance is on the increase. It is quite another matter when hopes and dreams take a hit; when disappointment or disgust begin to be the rule of the day.
Believing God carries a hefty call to endure the hard stuff; the very difficult days. Just as there are fly-by-night fans of baseball, the same disposition resides in the church. The challenge is, the question is, whether one will endure. In baseball, opposition is called competition. In the church it's called the Cross. Both will face threat head-on.
To be clear, I am not prophesying that the Cubs will fold. I am saying that if they are to win, and they very likely might, it will not be due to the team as it stands at the moment. Rather it will be the result of a team that overcomes; bouncing back from injury, fatigue, and frustration over the long-haul. Interference will happen. Skill-set is one thing. Handling loss is quite another. Both are significant factors in the game of life.
It is said of Jesus that he endured the cross despising the shame. That's where our victories are experienced. They are not about our talent only; but are very much about our determination to never give up regardless of insult or injury. The Phillies of 1980 marched to victory because their motto of We believe! was a call to take the good with the bad by never doubting; never giving up.
Endurance will always be the challenge for the Church and the...Chicago Cubs.
Friday, May 27, 2016
HOW TO HAVE YOUR BEST DAY EVER....EVERY DAY!
What would need to happen to cause you to believe that this is your best day ever? Multiple answers could be offered; each being worthy of comment. For some a response of a bigger house might be given while another would be an increase in income. Yet others could desire improved health. Mine would be to win big on the Wheel of Fortune!
However, there is a more subtle factor that has me quite curious. What would our days be like if we could become anxious-free? What if we could drop the worry over the present (and the future)? Would life be any different if we could quit keeping score regarding personal injuries received from another? Could hard feelings be, shall we say, dropped? Might family tension be an underlying dis-ease in your house?
Conflict is a war-zone within itself. From disagreement to disapproval, blood pressure can escalate. Freely liking and disliking another is our choice. But hating or despising another is as addictive as alcohol or drugs...and likely much more costly.
To have your best day ever is not for you to win that out-of-reach lottery. It is much simpler and much closer at hand. To have your best day ever...day after day...just may be found in your heart. Dare you unlock it? What if we stop our hate which runs rampant out on our streets and in our homes' hallways? What if we could heal broken hearts by healing relationships?
Nothing is impossible with God. Just as the Cross of Jesus reconciled us (as enemies of God) to Father, we carry within us the dynamic of doing the same for others. Taking up our crosses daily isn't a church ritual. It is the secret power that causes all of us to have our best days ever.
If you want to march for something, hit the streets protesting the shame that we can carry in our own hearts by resisting the call of Father to drop our anger. Then, let us move about in the love of the Spirit of Christ. This move will change the world where we live.
However, there is a more subtle factor that has me quite curious. What would our days be like if we could become anxious-free? What if we could drop the worry over the present (and the future)? Would life be any different if we could quit keeping score regarding personal injuries received from another? Could hard feelings be, shall we say, dropped? Might family tension be an underlying dis-ease in your house?
Conflict is a war-zone within itself. From disagreement to disapproval, blood pressure can escalate. Freely liking and disliking another is our choice. But hating or despising another is as addictive as alcohol or drugs...and likely much more costly.
To have your best day ever is not for you to win that out-of-reach lottery. It is much simpler and much closer at hand. To have your best day ever...day after day...just may be found in your heart. Dare you unlock it? What if we stop our hate which runs rampant out on our streets and in our homes' hallways? What if we could heal broken hearts by healing relationships?
Nothing is impossible with God. Just as the Cross of Jesus reconciled us (as enemies of God) to Father, we carry within us the dynamic of doing the same for others. Taking up our crosses daily isn't a church ritual. It is the secret power that causes all of us to have our best days ever.
If you want to march for something, hit the streets protesting the shame that we can carry in our own hearts by resisting the call of Father to drop our anger. Then, let us move about in the love of the Spirit of Christ. This move will change the world where we live.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
QUIT BEING A BIG BABY
The admonition to refrain from being a big baby begins with me and then proceeds on toward you. Not only do we all have this as a possibility, each of us has our moments when others see it of us; even if we don't.
Yes we know a few things. Compared to all that is known and all that is yet to be known, that which we individually know is quite micro in proportion. So I know three things or forty-eight things that you don't? Three people or forty-eight know tons of facts and figures that I didn't even know existed.
Just because I know that Stan Musial's bat handle was 15/16ths of an inch in diameter and was the smallest bat handle in the Major Leagues during his career does not make me king of knowing stuff (although I do have moments where knowing this fact causes me to feel a bit cool).
My point is that we are all very small compared to the empowering and towering large world of knowledge. So let us not have the big-head...ever. We are not sharper than one other person. Yes, we might know a detail here and there of which others around us know nothing. To be reminded that these also have abundant awareness of definitions and attributions of matters that we are purely clueless should cause us to park the high-horse and dismount.
You are not smarter than another. Maybe in a few things, yes, but when realizing that few is so key, we may also admit that every one who receives my criticism is much more informed in other zones. Our expertise, as we call it, is to be valued; but never as defining us as above another. We never are.
I believe we live in a 1/1,000,000 ratio. If I know one thing that others don't (and I do know some things that some others don't), I can be assured that others combined know one million facts or truths that never occurred to me. This escalates the joy of life; not the ego of it.
So yes, each of us has a significant grasp of information valuable to the populace around. But never let it be thought that because we are in on a very few of these markings that we are smarter, better, or more significant than another. Don't be a big baby acting like we above others. We are not....ever.
Yes we know a few things. Compared to all that is known and all that is yet to be known, that which we individually know is quite micro in proportion. So I know three things or forty-eight things that you don't? Three people or forty-eight know tons of facts and figures that I didn't even know existed.
Just because I know that Stan Musial's bat handle was 15/16ths of an inch in diameter and was the smallest bat handle in the Major Leagues during his career does not make me king of knowing stuff (although I do have moments where knowing this fact causes me to feel a bit cool).
My point is that we are all very small compared to the empowering and towering large world of knowledge. So let us not have the big-head...ever. We are not sharper than one other person. Yes, we might know a detail here and there of which others around us know nothing. To be reminded that these also have abundant awareness of definitions and attributions of matters that we are purely clueless should cause us to park the high-horse and dismount.
You are not smarter than another. Maybe in a few things, yes, but when realizing that few is so key, we may also admit that every one who receives my criticism is much more informed in other zones. Our expertise, as we call it, is to be valued; but never as defining us as above another. We never are.
I believe we live in a 1/1,000,000 ratio. If I know one thing that others don't (and I do know some things that some others don't), I can be assured that others combined know one million facts or truths that never occurred to me. This escalates the joy of life; not the ego of it.
So yes, each of us has a significant grasp of information valuable to the populace around. But never let it be thought that because we are in on a very few of these markings that we are smarter, better, or more significant than another. Don't be a big baby acting like we above others. We are not....ever.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
WHAT I LIKE ABOUT GOD
I'm one guilty of being deeply involved in the church setting while being negligent in relating to God. Loaded with ministry assignments, proof texts, and doctrinal ammunition, I set out to make people into miniature me. Believe as me. Talk as me. Prove as me. Even sound like me.
What a missing of the Jesus target. How sinful.
I had all of these religious ideas I was trying to keep afloat. I would even take a stab at beefing up my prayer life. To take a stab at writing a book or increasing my giving...why not? But there was a major glitch in every bit of the above. I wasn't connecting with God. It felt very much that I was on my own.
Do you have any idea what it's like to begrudge the time spent in prayer while not believing it made any difference anyway? Yet, churchers watching me expected it...so I prayed. The same with ministry in general; keep up the appearance. But I wasn't catching something...something big...so personal puzzlement followed.
My problem was that I didn't know God as Father. I knew Him as Boss. I knew Him as Office Manager; but not as Friend. It might help for me to tell you that for some reason as a new convert I understood by comments made in Bible classes, etc., that God was not on our side. Now that's absurd, but it seemed that God was more of a Spy with a Fly-swatter than a Father with a Son.
What I like about God is that He out-thinks the sharpest of minds, out-works the hardest of laborers, and out-smarts the wisest of teachers. Mankind has read about and experienced the brilliance of God and, yet, we have hardly scratched the surface of His talent, skill, and certainly His graceful love. This doesn't bum me that I'm so far behind. Rather, it frees me to imagine....Him.
What I really like about God is that He cares more about the rejects than anyone can grasp. We study the Word. We read of His sacrificial willingness to be tortured in order to save His creation. And then guys like me come along implying that we have mastered God's trek. Just. Not. So. To follow in the steps of Jesus is simply one constant transference; our preferences shifting to His.
What I really, really like about God is that He will not be boxed in by man's understanding. All through Scripture He broke the rules in order to communicate this very fact; He won't be told by any system order how He will work. He can part a sea to save His people or close it up moments later to extract His enemies. God can cause night to restrain for a fighting soldier or bring about food from a boy's meager lunch for an entire crowd of say 4000....or 5000.
What I like about God is that He is God....and I am not. Therefore, it is my job to let go of my calculating, manipulating, extremely puny ways, and let Him run this show. We will all be better off, don't you think?
What a missing of the Jesus target. How sinful.
I had all of these religious ideas I was trying to keep afloat. I would even take a stab at beefing up my prayer life. To take a stab at writing a book or increasing my giving...why not? But there was a major glitch in every bit of the above. I wasn't connecting with God. It felt very much that I was on my own.
Do you have any idea what it's like to begrudge the time spent in prayer while not believing it made any difference anyway? Yet, churchers watching me expected it...so I prayed. The same with ministry in general; keep up the appearance. But I wasn't catching something...something big...so personal puzzlement followed.
My problem was that I didn't know God as Father. I knew Him as Boss. I knew Him as Office Manager; but not as Friend. It might help for me to tell you that for some reason as a new convert I understood by comments made in Bible classes, etc., that God was not on our side. Now that's absurd, but it seemed that God was more of a Spy with a Fly-swatter than a Father with a Son.
What I like about God is that He out-thinks the sharpest of minds, out-works the hardest of laborers, and out-smarts the wisest of teachers. Mankind has read about and experienced the brilliance of God and, yet, we have hardly scratched the surface of His talent, skill, and certainly His graceful love. This doesn't bum me that I'm so far behind. Rather, it frees me to imagine....Him.
What I really like about God is that He cares more about the rejects than anyone can grasp. We study the Word. We read of His sacrificial willingness to be tortured in order to save His creation. And then guys like me come along implying that we have mastered God's trek. Just. Not. So. To follow in the steps of Jesus is simply one constant transference; our preferences shifting to His.
What I really, really like about God is that He will not be boxed in by man's understanding. All through Scripture He broke the rules in order to communicate this very fact; He won't be told by any system order how He will work. He can part a sea to save His people or close it up moments later to extract His enemies. God can cause night to restrain for a fighting soldier or bring about food from a boy's meager lunch for an entire crowd of say 4000....or 5000.
What I like about God is that He is God....and I am not. Therefore, it is my job to let go of my calculating, manipulating, extremely puny ways, and let Him run this show. We will all be better off, don't you think?
Monday, May 23, 2016
OBSESSED WITH CERTAINTY OF WONDER
A man I never met turned my world around to the point I've never gotten over it. God places people and/or their works in our paths along the way and such is the case for me. E. Stanley Jones wrote a very small book which continues to provide quite large blessings. I've never forgotten my being stricken with absolute possibility embedded within every negative situation.
The Divine Yes impacted me like no other book. Everything is a Yes. Jones based his work on the dynamic words of II Corinthians 1:20: For as many as are the
promises of God, in Him they are yes;
therefore also through Him is
our Amen to the glory of God through us.
Having served decades in a foreign territory spreading the Word of God in a fantastic ministry, Jones suffered a paralyzing stroke while visiting America. One half of his body no longer functioned. His family pleaded that he retire at his age and stay home. But he refused. And while his body was now a source of daily struggle, slurred speech and all, he returned to his beloved adopted country.
E. Stanley Jones drug his half-dead body for the next fourteen months until his death to show that everything is a yes regardless of interruption or interference. The promises of God are a yes. He wanted his colleagues to see that even drastic discouragement would not cause anyone to call it quits. He would not let such an obstruction of body stop him from ministering to a people dearly loved by God.
This is the spirit of Jesus. Love the people. Care for the broken. Stand by the public rejects. Cover for the enemy. And, count on Father to bring one back from the grave. We are called to do more than go to church. We are called to be an obsessed kind of populace which lives in certainty of wonder; even when the circumstances prove to be less than ideal.
So here's the magic of it all. Our depression, our rejection, our insults, and our failures are not signals of pulling out; but rather, of lighting up. Even in the very center of loss and distress we are learning how others feel who are suffering loss and distress. Nothing is a waste. Nothing. This strong attitude of faith reverses most lives.
The Apostle Paul urged that even tribulation leads us to endurance. Endurance leads to proven character. And proven character? Leads us to hope. Romans 5:5 reveals that such a hope is not fake due to the Holy Spirit of God given to us. We can count on wonder...even in the very center of those things/those people who threaten to shut us down.
This....is the wonder of being a regular person living on a regular road wishing to turn the world upside down!
The Divine Yes impacted me like no other book. Everything is a Yes. Jones based his work on the dynamic words of II Corinthians 1:20:
Having served decades in a foreign territory spreading the Word of God in a fantastic ministry, Jones suffered a paralyzing stroke while visiting America. One half of his body no longer functioned. His family pleaded that he retire at his age and stay home. But he refused. And while his body was now a source of daily struggle, slurred speech and all, he returned to his beloved adopted country.
E. Stanley Jones drug his half-dead body for the next fourteen months until his death to show that everything is a yes regardless of interruption or interference. The promises of God are a yes. He wanted his colleagues to see that even drastic discouragement would not cause anyone to call it quits. He would not let such an obstruction of body stop him from ministering to a people dearly loved by God.
This is the spirit of Jesus. Love the people. Care for the broken. Stand by the public rejects. Cover for the enemy. And, count on Father to bring one back from the grave. We are called to do more than go to church. We are called to be an obsessed kind of populace which lives in certainty of wonder; even when the circumstances prove to be less than ideal.
So here's the magic of it all. Our depression, our rejection, our insults, and our failures are not signals of pulling out; but rather, of lighting up. Even in the very center of loss and distress we are learning how others feel who are suffering loss and distress. Nothing is a waste. Nothing. This strong attitude of faith reverses most lives.
The Apostle Paul urged that even tribulation leads us to endurance. Endurance leads to proven character. And proven character? Leads us to hope. Romans 5:5 reveals that such a hope is not fake due to the Holy Spirit of God given to us. We can count on wonder...even in the very center of those things/those people who threaten to shut us down.
This....is the wonder of being a regular person living on a regular road wishing to turn the world upside down!
Sunday, May 22, 2016
WHY WE GET TO LIKE LIFE!
Mankind is infected. Adam and Eve thrust us into an unscheduled, unintended raging battle that leaves families and neighbors strewn from here to yonder. Their failure has massive impact. Life is broken; very broken.
The lesson we must remember is that this is a matter of we; not they. We are in the mix. We are to be blamed for injury to others; daily, weekly insulting and harmful injuries. It is not that some can't seem to get a grip on life; we are in the mix.
Yet, there is a counter lesson of which we must not stop learning. Just as each carries enough soreness and baggage, Jesus died to take the blame. That's what he did on the Cross. Why do you think it turned dark that day in mid-afternoon. All of man's darkness--every hurtful word and deed--had been removed from man's worst behavior and dumped upon his head. He paid for our stupid, selfish, injurious ways.
It is his righteousness that he handed to us. We received not a grade card of earned approval; but a Pass. He went to Hell for us. We go to Heaven. Get it? We must not stop learning this lesson. For as we do--when we remember--our hearts leap within us. Our eyes brighten. Our hopes lift. Our confidence soars. Our interest in our enemies escalates. Purpose takes form. Meaning arises.
Life isn't good because we manage it well. No, life is great because it was handed to us upon a rugged wooden platter. Feast away!
The lesson we must remember is that this is a matter of we; not they. We are in the mix. We are to be blamed for injury to others; daily, weekly insulting and harmful injuries. It is not that some can't seem to get a grip on life; we are in the mix.
Yet, there is a counter lesson of which we must not stop learning. Just as each carries enough soreness and baggage, Jesus died to take the blame. That's what he did on the Cross. Why do you think it turned dark that day in mid-afternoon. All of man's darkness--every hurtful word and deed--had been removed from man's worst behavior and dumped upon his head. He paid for our stupid, selfish, injurious ways.
It is his righteousness that he handed to us. We received not a grade card of earned approval; but a Pass. He went to Hell for us. We go to Heaven. Get it? We must not stop learning this lesson. For as we do--when we remember--our hearts leap within us. Our eyes brighten. Our hopes lift. Our confidence soars. Our interest in our enemies escalates. Purpose takes form. Meaning arises.
Life isn't good because we manage it well. No, life is great because it was handed to us upon a rugged wooden platter. Feast away!
Saturday, May 21, 2016
HOW TO OVERCOME INVISIBLE NAGGING DISCOURAGEMENT
Could I ask just how many hats Discouragement has? This is incredible. I mean, everywhere we turn and everyone we know battles what we call "staying up". It's epidemic in persistence and substantial in proportion to the rest of our day. Discouragement isn't necessarily the same as depression; although it could be regarded as a close cousin. Whatever....it bugs us....each of us....without exception.
I face this Mob Boss all of the time. Of the hundreds of things that go right in my life, just let two things (well, okay, just one) go wrong and I'm tempted to curl up in despair. Frustration hits. Aggravation seems to want to cuff me and jail me. Yet, I have learned a thing from God that is mind-saving and heart-building. I have learned to focus on the stuff of life that's going right. He promised peace would come quickly.
Two things wear me down. People.
The people of they and then the person of me. Disappointingly I have turned out to be like them in identical ways that I was just hoping wouldn't be true. We push, pull, shove, and neglect all in one big ball of selfish, injurious, wasteful living. We get upset over how someone treats us and then turn around and treat another the very same way. Romans 2;1-5 speaks a bit about this. None of us are exempt from dishing out insult or neglect; but resent it--oh so very much--when it is dished out to us.
Two things wear me down. People.
Just this morning I had to give myself a talking-to and tell myself to sit down and stop the inner dialog of being bummed. I had to lecture me against brooding, pouting, and well...pouting that I was brooding. But, just as promised, when I shifted my thoughts away from the discouraging and upon the wonders already in my world, on my path, what God said came upon me. Peace, an unexplainable calm, rolled in as the sun peeking along a shoreline.
How shall we overcome invisible nagging discouragement? I would offer the following advice:
I face this Mob Boss all of the time. Of the hundreds of things that go right in my life, just let two things (well, okay, just one) go wrong and I'm tempted to curl up in despair. Frustration hits. Aggravation seems to want to cuff me and jail me. Yet, I have learned a thing from God that is mind-saving and heart-building. I have learned to focus on the stuff of life that's going right. He promised peace would come quickly.
Two things wear me down. People.
The people of they and then the person of me. Disappointingly I have turned out to be like them in identical ways that I was just hoping wouldn't be true. We push, pull, shove, and neglect all in one big ball of selfish, injurious, wasteful living. We get upset over how someone treats us and then turn around and treat another the very same way. Romans 2;1-5 speaks a bit about this. None of us are exempt from dishing out insult or neglect; but resent it--oh so very much--when it is dished out to us.
Two things wear me down. People.
Just this morning I had to give myself a talking-to and tell myself to sit down and stop the inner dialog of being bummed. I had to lecture me against brooding, pouting, and well...pouting that I was brooding. But, just as promised, when I shifted my thoughts away from the discouraging and upon the wonders already in my world, on my path, what God said came upon me. Peace, an unexplainable calm, rolled in as the sun peeking along a shoreline.
How shall we overcome invisible nagging discouragement? I would offer the following advice:
- Quit courting it.
- Quit taking it out for a Coke.
- Quit playing its recordings in your mind.
- Quit giving it permission to stay overnight.
Two things wear me down. People. Two things build me up. God and patient people.
Friday, May 20, 2016
HUMAN REASON AND FAITH ARE NOT TWINS
Dare I approach the sacred god of the land known as Reason? Could it be that a hefty part of church struggle is due to the accepted terrain of believing that reason is wisdom? Before you reason that I must be unaware that the Bible uses this word 129 times, I am quite aware. Therefore, the word itself is not taboo. The building a god from its timbers is.
Reason is a a double-edged sword. It can accelerate progress or it can stifle it. The beholder is the one on the bubble. Faith or fear sit at opposing ends of the religious teeter-tooter. I reference this matter because I believe we are stuck in some of the simplest matters because reason becomes the very excuse one needs to hedge on stepping out by faith.
The Father of faith (Abraham) went out toward God's call not knowing where he was going. Human reason would have plenty to say about such an irresponsible move, wouldn't you think? Jesus had a faith where he believed that even if he were to die that he would soon be back. Do you really think the cautious side of reason wants any part of such an extreme presupposition? I don't think so. I believe controlling reason would balk just before it mocked.
It is this side of reason that I bring to your table. And I bring it because it negatively chips and nips at our faith. It pushes, it threatens, it bullies the tendency to try to walk by the unseen into the unknown. I believe that in general the masses don't pray because reason explains to our interiors that there is no way it will make a difference. But, faith insists that it absolutely will.
Very bold arguers among churches bellow their controlling opinions about doctrinal matters. Yet, when it comes to the matter of giving of their dollars, some of these hedge in the name of being reasonable; not faithful. Bible study attendees who seldom read the Word in search of anything other than proof of what they already believe seem to major in reason while being steady in walking by a religious nervousness that they might get it wrong; a lack of trust that God can do well in both supply and provision.
We do want to participate in reason when it comes to determining whether to believe in the Invisible God or the vocal doubters. We do use reason to sort the spiritual from the carnal. It isn't that reason, therefore, is a villain but it very much can be if such is used as a wedge to barter against vibrant unexplainable faith.
Reason does not of itself provide a guide to truth, says Dr. David Hawkins. It produces massive amounts of information and documentation, but lacks the capability to resolve discrepancies in data and conclusions. Reason itself, paradoxically, is the major block to reaching higher levels of consciousness.
While being reasonable can seem so....reasonable...it can, in fact, be used as a misguiding tool to distract one from concluding the very amazing activities of God. Not only are human reason and faith not twins; they at times aren't even relatives.
Reason is a a double-edged sword. It can accelerate progress or it can stifle it. The beholder is the one on the bubble. Faith or fear sit at opposing ends of the religious teeter-tooter. I reference this matter because I believe we are stuck in some of the simplest matters because reason becomes the very excuse one needs to hedge on stepping out by faith.
The Father of faith (Abraham) went out toward God's call not knowing where he was going. Human reason would have plenty to say about such an irresponsible move, wouldn't you think? Jesus had a faith where he believed that even if he were to die that he would soon be back. Do you really think the cautious side of reason wants any part of such an extreme presupposition? I don't think so. I believe controlling reason would balk just before it mocked.
It is this side of reason that I bring to your table. And I bring it because it negatively chips and nips at our faith. It pushes, it threatens, it bullies the tendency to try to walk by the unseen into the unknown. I believe that in general the masses don't pray because reason explains to our interiors that there is no way it will make a difference. But, faith insists that it absolutely will.
Very bold arguers among churches bellow their controlling opinions about doctrinal matters. Yet, when it comes to the matter of giving of their dollars, some of these hedge in the name of being reasonable; not faithful. Bible study attendees who seldom read the Word in search of anything other than proof of what they already believe seem to major in reason while being steady in walking by a religious nervousness that they might get it wrong; a lack of trust that God can do well in both supply and provision.
We do want to participate in reason when it comes to determining whether to believe in the Invisible God or the vocal doubters. We do use reason to sort the spiritual from the carnal. It isn't that reason, therefore, is a villain but it very much can be if such is used as a wedge to barter against vibrant unexplainable faith.
Reason does not of itself provide a guide to truth, says Dr. David Hawkins. It produces massive amounts of information and documentation, but lacks the capability to resolve discrepancies in data and conclusions. Reason itself, paradoxically, is the major block to reaching higher levels of consciousness.
While being reasonable can seem so....reasonable...it can, in fact, be used as a misguiding tool to distract one from concluding the very amazing activities of God. Not only are human reason and faith not twins; they at times aren't even relatives.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
WHEN YOUR SOCKS DON'T MATCH
How is it that an average person goes through a day with the dynamic of confidence and insecurity? Just the wording of the sentence is a challenge to me for I am one example of this apparent poles-far-apart conflict...that isn't. It isn't conflict because the two seem to bond which, on the surface, would seem contradictory.
My firm convictions of good attitude and higher goals are not the solution. Self-doubt, even frustration, sabotages those two in a heartbeat. When I mention insecurity, I mean it! The Solver to this dilemma is Jesus...in Spirit form. Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God (II Corinthians 3:5). Our confidence (previous verse) is found in Jesus pointing us toward God.
My problem is that I was studying, practicing, (and at least wishing) that I would become inwardly confident. Yet, confidence in myself continued to be undermined by myself. When I was a teen I bought a pair of socks at Goodells. As I prepared to put them on, I noticed a wandering thread at the opening so I pulled it so as to remove this vagrant sleeper that was hitching a ride on my new sock.
When I pulled that villain of a thread the entire sock unraveled all of the way to the end of the toe. It was like I had just done a most amazing magic trick. Nothing was left but one long useless brown thread. At this point I had a serious quandary. Now my socks really didn't match!
When we make genuine effort to be self-aggressive and self-assertive there will always be someone or some thing which will pull our chains and we will unravel....often all of the way to our toes. But life isn't up to us. We don't have the knack to make it click. Life is up to Jesus within us. He knows the directions and the dimensions because he personally knows the Creator of even our socks.
When Jesus teaches that the first shall be last and the last shall be first, a powerful secret is sneaking upon us from the front. We are being hit with a validity which is truly community-disorienting; even earth-shaking. The very place NO ONE WANTS TO BE is in last place. No one brags about the team that finished last; nor the horse, nor the beauty contestant.
No, first is what we want. In this zone are the bragging rights. It's what we envision for our kids, for our efforts, for our dreams, and for ourselves. God, in His wisdom, knows we want to be first. Thrillingly, He wants us to experience being first. He isn't against us; rather for us. But to be authentic in finishing at the top we must strive for last place.
And this bugs us. It feels like some sort of bad day like when our socks don't match....but much worse. In our finishing last in accomplishment, in argument, in effectiveness, be not discouraged. The fascinating work of God is at hand. It was at the Cross...even when it didn't look like it.
My firm convictions of good attitude and higher goals are not the solution. Self-doubt, even frustration, sabotages those two in a heartbeat. When I mention insecurity, I mean it! The Solver to this dilemma is Jesus...in Spirit form. Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God (II Corinthians 3:5). Our confidence (previous verse) is found in Jesus pointing us toward God.
My problem is that I was studying, practicing, (and at least wishing) that I would become inwardly confident. Yet, confidence in myself continued to be undermined by myself. When I was a teen I bought a pair of socks at Goodells. As I prepared to put them on, I noticed a wandering thread at the opening so I pulled it so as to remove this vagrant sleeper that was hitching a ride on my new sock.
When I pulled that villain of a thread the entire sock unraveled all of the way to the end of the toe. It was like I had just done a most amazing magic trick. Nothing was left but one long useless brown thread. At this point I had a serious quandary. Now my socks really didn't match!
When we make genuine effort to be self-aggressive and self-assertive there will always be someone or some thing which will pull our chains and we will unravel....often all of the way to our toes. But life isn't up to us. We don't have the knack to make it click. Life is up to Jesus within us. He knows the directions and the dimensions because he personally knows the Creator of even our socks.
When Jesus teaches that the first shall be last and the last shall be first, a powerful secret is sneaking upon us from the front. We are being hit with a validity which is truly community-disorienting; even earth-shaking. The very place NO ONE WANTS TO BE is in last place. No one brags about the team that finished last; nor the horse, nor the beauty contestant.
No, first is what we want. In this zone are the bragging rights. It's what we envision for our kids, for our efforts, for our dreams, and for ourselves. God, in His wisdom, knows we want to be first. Thrillingly, He wants us to experience being first. He isn't against us; rather for us. But to be authentic in finishing at the top we must strive for last place.
And this bugs us. It feels like some sort of bad day like when our socks don't match....but much worse. In our finishing last in accomplishment, in argument, in effectiveness, be not discouraged. The fascinating work of God is at hand. It was at the Cross...even when it didn't look like it.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
WHY WE NEVER GIVE UP
The sturdiness of a believer is not to be gauged by whether we attend a church. Authentic strength is found in whether our lives are marked by a determined endurance; a power-wash love for all people around us. I speak not of an overmydeadbody bullishness, either. Rather, the question revolves around the strategy of Jesus in that he would not give up his plan to win the whole world.
Jesus presented an entirely off-the-wall religion; one that believed that what wasn't yet could become and even possessed a certainty that the dead could again live. The goal of Jesus was to see that he paid the price for our delinquency. His resurrection says that all is well in the Home Office.
Because he never gave up on us, we are to follow pattern and never give up on others. This would change the church if we will grow to be more like him. And if such would change the church we, in turn, would change the world. Churches complain that the world is a mess. Yes it is. And much of it may be because churches have grown to become self-serving rather than self-dying that others could live.
Everyone is looking for hope. It is found in a people who never give up. Might we overcome being so touchy about personal injury and insult? Might we believe in the value of people...including any who might sarcastically or ignorantly or intentionally give us a hard time? We have been called to do for even our enemies what Jesus did for us when we were regarded as his enemies.
For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will hardly die for a righteous man; though perhaps for the good man someone would dare even to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:6-8).
Maybe, just maybe, the people who bug us the most are in our midst to test (and increase) our endurance factor. I know this is true for where we live today because such has always been the mark of the godly since that big day on Calvary. May we be focused to encourage the whole world. Never give up...on anyone. He didn't....and aren't we glad about that?
Jesus presented an entirely off-the-wall religion; one that believed that what wasn't yet could become and even possessed a certainty that the dead could again live. The goal of Jesus was to see that he paid the price for our delinquency. His resurrection says that all is well in the Home Office.
Because he never gave up on us, we are to follow pattern and never give up on others. This would change the church if we will grow to be more like him. And if such would change the church we, in turn, would change the world. Churches complain that the world is a mess. Yes it is. And much of it may be because churches have grown to become self-serving rather than self-dying that others could live.
Everyone is looking for hope. It is found in a people who never give up. Might we overcome being so touchy about personal injury and insult? Might we believe in the value of people...including any who might sarcastically or ignorantly or intentionally give us a hard time? We have been called to do for even our enemies what Jesus did for us when we were regarded as his enemies.
For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will hardly die for a righteous man; though perhaps for the good man someone would dare even to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:6-8).
Maybe, just maybe, the people who bug us the most are in our midst to test (and increase) our endurance factor. I know this is true for where we live today because such has always been the mark of the godly since that big day on Calvary. May we be focused to encourage the whole world. Never give up...on anyone. He didn't....and aren't we glad about that?
Sunday, May 15, 2016
THE IMPULSE TO MINISTER
When he saw the crowds he felt sorry for them because they were harassed and dejected, like sheep without a shepherd...Mt. 9:36.
Jesus had such a tender knack to notice...people. This is what the church is called to do. This tells, as it did of Jesus, how we care about the masses. He knew and we know that earth is crowded with those of us who look for love in the wrong places and seek happiness in pursuit of pleasing self. That self has become such a strong god that has been factual since the days of Adam and Eve.
The New Birth of which God calls us to experience is for a quite simple reason. It has within its scope the refreshing ability for one who has been born in the earthly sense already to be born one more time. To start life over is a gift for the heart of every man and woman which can hardly be fathomed. Well....can't be fathomed; but simply believed.
You and I are to take on the heart of Jesus. His Spirit resides in the born-again-ones for a reason. Others need help. They need encouragement, direction, and new life. What could be more fascinating than going through the earth-walk with eyes for the crowds knowing that they are harassed and dejected and, yet, we know the way of escape from such daily treachery because that's precisely what we found.
We know the One...lots of people do. But just as I didn't always, there are many others who have yet to run into him. Some are suspicious while others aren't buying it. I was both. But this idea of a Living God truly rescuing the strugglers has certainly given me the impulse to minister. Maybe you could encourage those crowded around your path. They too are often harassed and dejected. These might just be more open to pondering the possibility of starting life over.
That's what I did. That's what we do because we treasure--absolutely love--the people along our paths.
Jesus had such a tender knack to notice...people. This is what the church is called to do. This tells, as it did of Jesus, how we care about the masses. He knew and we know that earth is crowded with those of us who look for love in the wrong places and seek happiness in pursuit of pleasing self. That self has become such a strong god that has been factual since the days of Adam and Eve.
The New Birth of which God calls us to experience is for a quite simple reason. It has within its scope the refreshing ability for one who has been born in the earthly sense already to be born one more time. To start life over is a gift for the heart of every man and woman which can hardly be fathomed. Well....can't be fathomed; but simply believed.
You and I are to take on the heart of Jesus. His Spirit resides in the born-again-ones for a reason. Others need help. They need encouragement, direction, and new life. What could be more fascinating than going through the earth-walk with eyes for the crowds knowing that they are harassed and dejected and, yet, we know the way of escape from such daily treachery because that's precisely what we found.
We know the One...lots of people do. But just as I didn't always, there are many others who have yet to run into him. Some are suspicious while others aren't buying it. I was both. But this idea of a Living God truly rescuing the strugglers has certainly given me the impulse to minister. Maybe you could encourage those crowded around your path. They too are often harassed and dejected. These might just be more open to pondering the possibility of starting life over.
That's what I did. That's what we do because we treasure--absolutely love--the people along our paths.
Friday, May 13, 2016
SIMPLY FASCINATED
Don't you just love right now? When we ponder all that man has accumulated in knowledge and then position such a gathering toward the more profound mountain of what is yet to be known, one should become overwhelmed at such a realization. Just how many more glues and cleaners is that guy on the TV commercial going to create for $19.95...but wait order now and I get a second for free? Creation is pregnant with yet-to-be-imagined discovery x endlessness!
Two classical writers, C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien, were good friends who spent a lot of time volleying philosophical what ifs and just might be as professors at Oxford University. Tolkien had a deep belief in something else; Lewis did not. One thought that this world was not all there is while the other felt that it was. Late one night on a dark wooded path Tolkien asked Lewis to consider whether myth had coincided with history--whether one time eternity might have broken through into real time. Tolkien believed it had.
As much as I am an enthusiast for learning about God, for I firmly believe that He is, I remain fascinated at the endless angles of stories of any who come upon Him...like...eternity entering time. Too, it's encouraging to note others who struggle toward a conclusion that God exists. Eric Metaxas ponders that Tolkein suggested that the myth of the god who had died and come to life was an echo of a greater story---perhaps the greatest story ever told---and that one time in history this eternal story bloomed into reality, had broken through history and time as a crocus breaks through the snow.
Don't you find it intriguing that as much as we read our Bibles and then gather over the years in our congregations that we still learn of the new and unique ways His truths affect us, include us, and simply fascinate us? The very fact that some spend time trying to prove that God doesn't exist seems to me to verify that He does.
May we band together to do an even stronger, more powerful, work of letting the Light really, truly, honestly, profoundly, admirably shine from our hearts into others who stand along the crooked paths of daily living. These we encounter are precisely as many of us once were; wondering if this God-stuff just might in fact be true.
Two classical writers, C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien, were good friends who spent a lot of time volleying philosophical what ifs and just might be as professors at Oxford University. Tolkien had a deep belief in something else; Lewis did not. One thought that this world was not all there is while the other felt that it was. Late one night on a dark wooded path Tolkien asked Lewis to consider whether myth had coincided with history--whether one time eternity might have broken through into real time. Tolkien believed it had.
As much as I am an enthusiast for learning about God, for I firmly believe that He is, I remain fascinated at the endless angles of stories of any who come upon Him...like...eternity entering time. Too, it's encouraging to note others who struggle toward a conclusion that God exists. Eric Metaxas ponders that Tolkein suggested that the myth of the god who had died and come to life was an echo of a greater story---perhaps the greatest story ever told---and that one time in history this eternal story bloomed into reality, had broken through history and time as a crocus breaks through the snow.
Don't you find it intriguing that as much as we read our Bibles and then gather over the years in our congregations that we still learn of the new and unique ways His truths affect us, include us, and simply fascinate us? The very fact that some spend time trying to prove that God doesn't exist seems to me to verify that He does.
May we band together to do an even stronger, more powerful, work of letting the Light really, truly, honestly, profoundly, admirably shine from our hearts into others who stand along the crooked paths of daily living. These we encounter are precisely as many of us once were; wondering if this God-stuff just might in fact be true.
WILL THE NEXT PRESIDENT WIN BY A MUDSLIDE?
I'm curious as to what the next few months will bring to America as the political ovens begin to heat up. The vitriol (yes mom, I use a big word for me) seems to have only begun. Likely, our land will be scorched from both indignation and revelation. Shall we turn the tide?
My reason for referencing the current Presidential race is that it has caused me to wonder. Are the politicians playing out on their stages what society has become; including you....okay, and me? Have we become obsessed with the bad to the point we wish to deny any portion of good in another even if such were to be true? Very possibly so.
Father had this figured out ancient days ago. All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God may have slipped into a sort of religious slogan instead of the potential damning of the soul. Unless there is Jesus, my friend, we are sunk. Period.
We spiritual people have developed a culture that might breeze right on past our own dramatic flaws while freely speaking disparagingly of others who appear to us to be dismal representatives of the human race...like...politicians who run for President. For such judgment, as if they but not we, we are mistaken.
Yet, a person who reads the GOOD-NEWSpaper runs into personal facts which will not let us go. We (meaning each me) were so broken that Jesus was strung up on the Cross to take on our sins; our ugly, embarrassing, wretched, self-centered sins. No, not the sins of whispered rumors nor accidental slipping of the tongue in cursing. We are talking about you and me here. Us. The ones who either commit horrendous sins or at least think about committing them. Sinner is never a they proposition. We...we are front and center.
So what shall we do when a mudslide is all around? We do as the Pharisees did when they were just about to stone the disgusting adulteress woman. They dropped the stones in the dust when Jesus inquired as to exactly which one of them might be innocent?
Not. A. One. There was no stoning that day. For some weird reason their bravery melted. They were found to be just like her. The accusers were as guilty as the one they wise-crackingly accused. Sound familiar anybody?
The solution, therefore, is clear. We are to speak words. We speak words of defense for another; not accusation. We speak Life. The Christian movement of today: Words Matter. We are not to sling words of mud; but rather of encouragement and strength and vision and hope. Mud slinging must stop. America would be advantaged if the media, the political opposition, and the Christians would point out the good in one another (including presidential candidates) rather than reaching for one more fist full of mud. Don't ya think?
Words Matter.
My reason for referencing the current Presidential race is that it has caused me to wonder. Are the politicians playing out on their stages what society has become; including you....okay, and me? Have we become obsessed with the bad to the point we wish to deny any portion of good in another even if such were to be true? Very possibly so.
Father had this figured out ancient days ago. All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God may have slipped into a sort of religious slogan instead of the potential damning of the soul. Unless there is Jesus, my friend, we are sunk. Period.
We spiritual people have developed a culture that might breeze right on past our own dramatic flaws while freely speaking disparagingly of others who appear to us to be dismal representatives of the human race...like...politicians who run for President. For such judgment, as if they but not we, we are mistaken.
Yet, a person who reads the GOOD-NEWSpaper runs into personal facts which will not let us go. We (meaning each me) were so broken that Jesus was strung up on the Cross to take on our sins; our ugly, embarrassing, wretched, self-centered sins. No, not the sins of whispered rumors nor accidental slipping of the tongue in cursing. We are talking about you and me here. Us. The ones who either commit horrendous sins or at least think about committing them. Sinner is never a they proposition. We...we are front and center.
So what shall we do when a mudslide is all around? We do as the Pharisees did when they were just about to stone the disgusting adulteress woman. They dropped the stones in the dust when Jesus inquired as to exactly which one of them might be innocent?
Not. A. One. There was no stoning that day. For some weird reason their bravery melted. They were found to be just like her. The accusers were as guilty as the one they wise-crackingly accused. Sound familiar anybody?
The solution, therefore, is clear. We are to speak words. We speak words of defense for another; not accusation. We speak Life. The Christian movement of today: Words Matter. We are not to sling words of mud; but rather of encouragement and strength and vision and hope. Mud slinging must stop. America would be advantaged if the media, the political opposition, and the Christians would point out the good in one another (including presidential candidates) rather than reaching for one more fist full of mud. Don't ya think?
Words Matter.
Thursday, May 12, 2016
WIN THE WAR OF INNER CONFLICT
We. Are. So. Weird.
We find ourselves in perpetual struggle; whether interpersonal relationship, opposing inner thoughts, or divergent opportunities. Living on the bubble of could, should, might, and maybe weary the soul. Why does this non-patternistic confusion seem to be such an embedded....pattern?
David Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D. has a bit of insight. He points to one's inner battle to learn how to be more than we are while, simultaneously, living with the brakes on so that our minds don't slip into some rationale beyond our fear-based need to control.
Rationality, the great liberator that has freed us from the demands of our lower natures, is also a stern warden, denying our escape to the planes above and beyond intellect. It is at this latter juncture that we must be on alert. There is much more to living than what our cowardly hesitancy wishes us to experience. In so very many instances the flesh will insist that we play it safe.
Being rational has become a most respectable god among some (this is certainly so with me). Never looking out of step with the middle of the road, we find (as Hawkins points out) that the freedom of learning, of wondering, and of imagining is curbed by the stern warden of seeing that we never leave the ruts where we generally find community acceptance. We find a bit of pseudo-pride that we are neither ignorant nor are we radical. We so basically hunger to fit in that one of man's basic rules-of-thumb is don't rock the boat.
Thus, we experience inner conflict because we are constructed by the Creator to function beyond our imagination; Ephesians 3:19-20. We are called to a higher thread of consciousness called the spiritual. The spirit and the flesh are often in powerful conflict. Thus we find ourselves doing what we know we shouldn't and not doing what we know we should. (I just described some facet of every reader.)
Dr. Hawkins continued, then, to declare a most meaningful warning regarding the battle to experience freedom for the inner man over the ruling of the outer flesh. It is a final sticking point, and enormous barrier; the fight to overcome it is the most common, and frequently the lengthiest, of spiritual struggles.
So how do we approach the striving to learn of intended freedom with an opposing inner warden of playing life safe? We yield to the Spirit of God. Consider the Bible. Story after story after story of the impossible became reality. One's lower nature pooh-poohs the very thought of this being legit. Yet, another's higher nature not only believes it....but experiences it.
To win the war of inner conflict there will be required a courageous "letting go" of one's appetite for both control and explanation. No one can explain the resurrection of Jesus. Nor can one investigate in a clinic how baptism works. To allow faith the room to advance beyond all human explanation is strategic in winning the war over strong inner conflict. To do so will necessarily require us to remove our toes from the bottom of the religious swimming pool.
Let go....and let God. This is the what the skirmish is about. May we find victory.
We find ourselves in perpetual struggle; whether interpersonal relationship, opposing inner thoughts, or divergent opportunities. Living on the bubble of could, should, might, and maybe weary the soul. Why does this non-patternistic confusion seem to be such an embedded....pattern?
David Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D. has a bit of insight. He points to one's inner battle to learn how to be more than we are while, simultaneously, living with the brakes on so that our minds don't slip into some rationale beyond our fear-based need to control.
Rationality, the great liberator that has freed us from the demands of our lower natures, is also a stern warden, denying our escape to the planes above and beyond intellect. It is at this latter juncture that we must be on alert. There is much more to living than what our cowardly hesitancy wishes us to experience. In so very many instances the flesh will insist that we play it safe.
Being rational has become a most respectable god among some (this is certainly so with me). Never looking out of step with the middle of the road, we find (as Hawkins points out) that the freedom of learning, of wondering, and of imagining is curbed by the stern warden of seeing that we never leave the ruts where we generally find community acceptance. We find a bit of pseudo-pride that we are neither ignorant nor are we radical. We so basically hunger to fit in that one of man's basic rules-of-thumb is don't rock the boat.
Thus, we experience inner conflict because we are constructed by the Creator to function beyond our imagination; Ephesians 3:19-20. We are called to a higher thread of consciousness called the spiritual. The spirit and the flesh are often in powerful conflict. Thus we find ourselves doing what we know we shouldn't and not doing what we know we should. (I just described some facet of every reader.)
Dr. Hawkins continued, then, to declare a most meaningful warning regarding the battle to experience freedom for the inner man over the ruling of the outer flesh. It is a final sticking point, and enormous barrier; the fight to overcome it is the most common, and frequently the lengthiest, of spiritual struggles.
So how do we approach the striving to learn of intended freedom with an opposing inner warden of playing life safe? We yield to the Spirit of God. Consider the Bible. Story after story after story of the impossible became reality. One's lower nature pooh-poohs the very thought of this being legit. Yet, another's higher nature not only believes it....but experiences it.
To win the war of inner conflict there will be required a courageous "letting go" of one's appetite for both control and explanation. No one can explain the resurrection of Jesus. Nor can one investigate in a clinic how baptism works. To allow faith the room to advance beyond all human explanation is strategic in winning the war over strong inner conflict. To do so will necessarily require us to remove our toes from the bottom of the religious swimming pool.
Let go....and let God. This is the what the skirmish is about. May we find victory.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF GOOD DAYS
Romans 5:1-5 is a goldmine of emotional wealth.
Yay God! Yay us! There are two kinds of good days!
- :2 We possess hope in the glory of God
- :3-5 We even possess hope in the very center of struggles
Yay God! Yay us! There are two kinds of good days!
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
WOULDN'T THE WORLD BE BETTER OFF IF...
How would you assess a broad improvement for the world order? Let me take a stab at your guestimation. No. Let me tell you mine and see if yours lines up. I don't intend to go through life being so obnoxious, but I have this corner of my heart that believes that if everyone would/could/should operate as I then everyone would be much better off.
There...I came right out and said it. I can count your many blessings! Wouldn't the world be better off if...it could evaluate and execute in step with the way I think? Or, maybe the way you think?
I don't know if you've noticed. We aren't alike. A few similarities prevail. Vast differences clearly exist.
Here's a problem with this truth about us if we don't guard our operating mindset. We will desire that all people--admittedly different in vast array--are to do life on our scale of understanding; even interest. And, dear friend, this...won't...work. It hasn't. It doesn't. It won't. It. Isn't. Supposed. To.
Just as a hand isn't a foot and an eye isn't a mouth, all of us fit in life when we determine to work as a body. I am advantaged by those who do not think as I, judge as I, walk as I. These, too, are equally advantaged by those like me for each of us fits in the body of life.
Struggles are prominent when feet want hands to function as feet; when mouths want eyes to smack rather than blink. We are not the same...on God's purpose. We are a body.
When I'm set free to practice my gifts from the Spirit I seem to soar. But when I'm pressed into being what others not like me want me to be as they think and do, suffocation of my imaginative and exploring heart tends to build. This doesn't mean that there is to be no cooperation. But what it does mean is that we each must recall that our strengths are possibly not even of the remotest interest to others.
We are a team; not look-alike, walk-alike, talk-alike robots. Here's a good idea we might try to remember; concepts which make you perk may make another puke (sorry, but it started with p). If your trend lights up your heart unto ambition; might I suggest you enjoy it, but try not to impose it.
The world is better off because....not everyone is like me. And the whole world just now said...Oh thank you, God!
There...I came right out and said it. I can count your many blessings! Wouldn't the world be better off if...it could evaluate and execute in step with the way I think? Or, maybe the way you think?
I don't know if you've noticed. We aren't alike. A few similarities prevail. Vast differences clearly exist.
Here's a problem with this truth about us if we don't guard our operating mindset. We will desire that all people--admittedly different in vast array--are to do life on our scale of understanding; even interest. And, dear friend, this...won't...work. It hasn't. It doesn't. It won't. It. Isn't. Supposed. To.
Just as a hand isn't a foot and an eye isn't a mouth, all of us fit in life when we determine to work as a body. I am advantaged by those who do not think as I, judge as I, walk as I. These, too, are equally advantaged by those like me for each of us fits in the body of life.
Struggles are prominent when feet want hands to function as feet; when mouths want eyes to smack rather than blink. We are not the same...on God's purpose. We are a body.
When I'm set free to practice my gifts from the Spirit I seem to soar. But when I'm pressed into being what others not like me want me to be as they think and do, suffocation of my imaginative and exploring heart tends to build. This doesn't mean that there is to be no cooperation. But what it does mean is that we each must recall that our strengths are possibly not even of the remotest interest to others.
We are a team; not look-alike, walk-alike, talk-alike robots. Here's a good idea we might try to remember; concepts which make you perk may make another puke (sorry, but it started with p). If your trend lights up your heart unto ambition; might I suggest you enjoy it, but try not to impose it.
The world is better off because....not everyone is like me. And the whole world just now said...Oh thank you, God!
Wednesday, May 04, 2016
YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE...SO BE SURE TO DO IT.
Do any of you ever feel like you are drowning in the very work you love? Do you notice, increasingly so, that there are not enough days in your hour? I am there and I share openly for those who are also there...and for those who are going to hit such moments.
I'm losing ground. I don't speak with complaint. Is it about over-commitment? Age? Lack of discipline by taking on too many projects? I share this simply to say where we live is very real and sometimes we struggle to do what we are supposed to do coupled with what others expect us to do.
I wish to be careful about the age we live in--2016--but I do believe God's wonderful creation of individuals has encountered a pace far more intense than what I think I recall in the 50s and 60s. Just now my phone bing-bonged me with a message from a preacher in Arkansas so I had to interrupt these thoughts.
Turn your phone off, you say? I can't. I'm addicted. I'm addicted to muchness, I now believe.
So may we take a look at Jesus; always in demand, always in the center, always facing opposition. He had such a knack of walking through the crowds and then entering the confines of seclusion. I admire him for this. And, he made absolutely profound moves to win the whole world.
I speak to you mommas and daddys and bosses and employees and coaches and parents and teachers and students and drivers and riders, try not to live so hard so far so much that you forget to live. We function in a society that may be over-yesed. We say yes to ministry, t-ball, sewing club, golf tournament, and weekend trips when what we may need most is to sit down and simply relax.
You know I'm not promoting laziness. I am pushing for effectivity while we breathe. You are a person of incredible God-gifted value. You are destined to change the world. Try to be careful not to let the unconscious and demanding calendar waste you.
You are seriously important. You have differences to make. Do it...intentionally.
I'm losing ground. I don't speak with complaint. Is it about over-commitment? Age? Lack of discipline by taking on too many projects? I share this simply to say where we live is very real and sometimes we struggle to do what we are supposed to do coupled with what others expect us to do.
I wish to be careful about the age we live in--2016--but I do believe God's wonderful creation of individuals has encountered a pace far more intense than what I think I recall in the 50s and 60s. Just now my phone bing-bonged me with a message from a preacher in Arkansas so I had to interrupt these thoughts.
Turn your phone off, you say? I can't. I'm addicted. I'm addicted to muchness, I now believe.
So may we take a look at Jesus; always in demand, always in the center, always facing opposition. He had such a knack of walking through the crowds and then entering the confines of seclusion. I admire him for this. And, he made absolutely profound moves to win the whole world.
I speak to you mommas and daddys and bosses and employees and coaches and parents and teachers and students and drivers and riders, try not to live so hard so far so much that you forget to live. We function in a society that may be over-yesed. We say yes to ministry, t-ball, sewing club, golf tournament, and weekend trips when what we may need most is to sit down and simply relax.
You know I'm not promoting laziness. I am pushing for effectivity while we breathe. You are a person of incredible God-gifted value. You are destined to change the world. Try to be careful not to let the unconscious and demanding calendar waste you.
You are seriously important. You have differences to make. Do it...intentionally.
Tuesday, May 03, 2016
STAGES
I wonder if life is generally experienced in stages. These are usually to be noted in ordinary age patterns; but even that cannot be taken as a rule for there are exceptions...always because some younger think older and some aged have minds of youth.
Generally speaking though, in the Teens and Twenties, one might note how the much the older people (like in their 30s-50s) seem to think archaic. Their dress, their mannerisms, their lingo (the younger believe) are surely outdated.
The mid-range--30s, 40s, 50s, early 60s--see the obvious (to them). The Teens and Twenty-Somethings live in a fantasy of sorts while the late 60s+ are apparently notoriously stuck. If these younger and older could possess the get-up-and-go with the wisdom garnered in this bracket, these believe the world would be much better off.
Each age range seems to be consistent; looking back with rolling of the eyes and looking forward with...rolling of the eyes.
I wonder if the stages might signify that none ever really have a strong grasp of what might be needed for the large spectrum called life. Maybe this would be why we must shift to the style of Jesus in order to gain a better dimension of this matter that we each deem most important.
God spells it out both simply and clearly; we are inadequate and the Spirit is the reason (the only reason) adequacy is ever experienced...II Corinthians 3:4-6. Only when we admit our lack, while simultaneously realizing the confidence we have in the Spirit therein, will we have accurate grasp of exciting reality.
Doing Kingdom life from our own talent and will-power is not doing Kingdom life. It is another mere effort to push our agenda under the guise of being positive on the exterior while being fearful on the interior. Trusting God to do much with our very vague littleness? This sets the STAGE for all of robust life.
Generally speaking though, in the Teens and Twenties, one might note how the much the older people (like in their 30s-50s) seem to think archaic. Their dress, their mannerisms, their lingo (the younger believe) are surely outdated.
The mid-range--30s, 40s, 50s, early 60s--see the obvious (to them). The Teens and Twenty-Somethings live in a fantasy of sorts while the late 60s+ are apparently notoriously stuck. If these younger and older could possess the get-up-and-go with the wisdom garnered in this bracket, these believe the world would be much better off.
Each age range seems to be consistent; looking back with rolling of the eyes and looking forward with...rolling of the eyes.
I wonder if the stages might signify that none ever really have a strong grasp of what might be needed for the large spectrum called life. Maybe this would be why we must shift to the style of Jesus in order to gain a better dimension of this matter that we each deem most important.
God spells it out both simply and clearly; we are inadequate and the Spirit is the reason (the only reason) adequacy is ever experienced...II Corinthians 3:4-6. Only when we admit our lack, while simultaneously realizing the confidence we have in the Spirit therein, will we have accurate grasp of exciting reality.
Doing Kingdom life from our own talent and will-power is not doing Kingdom life. It is another mere effort to push our agenda under the guise of being positive on the exterior while being fearful on the interior. Trusting God to do much with our very vague littleness? This sets the STAGE for all of robust life.
Sunday, May 01, 2016
LIVING IN CALCULATION
Do think it possible that we live from an inner compelling calculation? The kind where we can't dare give God room to surprise, honor, or endorse our wild ideas because reason and stability tossed wild out the window many insecure moons ago? I don't just think so, I know so for myself.
Kingdom traits like grace, mercy, and love cannot be restricted to man's best minds. We even have a slight tendency to mock those who would push such an agenda. Regarding each of these three, it is not unusual for a few in Bible classes to caution just why it is that these (grace/mercy/love) must be guarded in practice else we become abusive, negligent, and....liberal.
Therefore, I simply remind us to evaluate our reach to others, our generous surrendering of our money to God, and our time spent in relationship with God through prayer. In these three (and there are a host of others), we find that we are robust in daring faith or else restrictive by our self-defending humanistic wisdom. The former brings an abundant experience of joy. The latter causes us to be squint-eyed and suspicious....and usually afraid.
We are....one or the other. If we are going to live in calculation, how about deciding to calculate that we can't calculate if we are going to walk the magnificent path of Jesus?
Kingdom traits like grace, mercy, and love cannot be restricted to man's best minds. We even have a slight tendency to mock those who would push such an agenda. Regarding each of these three, it is not unusual for a few in Bible classes to caution just why it is that these (grace/mercy/love) must be guarded in practice else we become abusive, negligent, and....liberal.
Therefore, I simply remind us to evaluate our reach to others, our generous surrendering of our money to God, and our time spent in relationship with God through prayer. In these three (and there are a host of others), we find that we are robust in daring faith or else restrictive by our self-defending humanistic wisdom. The former brings an abundant experience of joy. The latter causes us to be squint-eyed and suspicious....and usually afraid.
We are....one or the other. If we are going to live in calculation, how about deciding to calculate that we can't calculate if we are going to walk the magnificent path of Jesus?
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