I don't know about you, but it seems like there has been one story that's dominated the headlines for the past month. Of course I am being facetious. The debt ceiling debate, talks, analysis and commentary has lead to temporary paralysis for our country as the rest of us wait for something to be voted upon, or dare we hope, passed in Washington D.C. No matter where your political ideals rest, most of us agree that we want something done and soon. And once it's finished, I submit that the phrase "debt ceiling" be officially banished from use in mainstream media.
But until then, what are we to do? Yes, we can call our Congressmen, Senators or the White House, but in the end, it's out of our hands. And that's the toughest part to swallow. Our future is, for the most part, out of our hands. It's disheartening and frustrating, and if you spend too much time reading and listening to the talking heads concerning this issue (as I have), then you end up worrying. Because when something big is on the line and we don't have any control, the natural tendency is to worry, be fearful and stew over it.
This is where I was on Tuesday morning as I surfed through articles online explaining, or rather reiterating that things haven't changed and we are still headed for crisis. I was worried. If this continues, how bad will things get? How should I prepare? Were the Mayans and John Cusack right about 2012, and the end is really near?
When I went into my extended prayer time, I was still worrying. It was hard to concentrate during prayer so I started sifting through scripture and ended up in Mark chapter 4. At the end of the chapter we find the disciples getting bombarded by the waves as Jesus was snuggled up to a pillow at the back of the boat. The disciples rushed to Jesus and woke him up to ask, "don't you care that we are all going to drown?"
After reading this a couple times, I had two questions. First, what kind of pillow was Jesus sleeping on? I have a new Tempur Pedic pillow that rocks but I'm not sure it would keep me asleep at sea during a storm. My other question was, did Jesus calm the storm to teach the disciples something about their faith or say "peace, be still" so he could hurry up and go back to sleep. Let's face it, being woken up from a nap or too early in the morning is quite possibly the most frustrating thing ever. I am slightly annoyed when my wife wakes me up a few minutes before my alarm is scheduled to go off. If I'm woken up to early and in the middle of a dream (where, let's say, I'm fixing pancakes for Warren Buffet), the only thought on my mind is how quickly can I get back to sleep and finish that dream? With that in mind, I have to believe that Jesus wanted to say, "you woke me up for this? Don't you remember who my Dad is?"
Even though we're amazed at Jesus, the subtle beauty of this story is that we all relate to the disciples. We all rush to the back of the boat and scream, "God, don't you care?" We all worry too much about anything and everything that we can't control. And if the crisis involves money, you can be sure that we will scream so loud that God and anybody near us would have trouble sleeping. This story reminds us though, that if we are riding in the ship with Christ, you don't have to worry. You don't have to scream. You don't have to fear. You can grab your favorite pillow, bean bag or snuggie and cuddle up in the back of the boat. Why? Because of faith. As the book of Hebrews puts it, "faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see."
Jesus Christ is the reason for our faith. He is the only one who can bring real and lasting peace to any situation. Whether Washington DC figures out the mess that is before them or not, we can comfortably rest in the peace that Christ is with us. If a storm is just ahead, we can weather it with Christ's help. As the scriptures remind us, He wants our burdens and He really does care. In fact, with a storm on the horizon, we might as well stop worrying and move to the back of the boat. As the disciples learned the hard way, that's were its most comfortable.
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
The Legacy of Star Wars
It's 5pm on Friday and I'm finishing up the day on my computer at home. I'm doing this with the sounds of Lego Star Wars echoing through my basement. My son is guiding Darth Vader through the various levels of his favorite game. Two years ago I dressed up as Darth Vader and delivered his 4 year old Star Wars cake to his birthday party. Not long after, we were looking through my old pictures and found a snapshot from my four year old party in 1979. I was wearing a Star Wars shirt and blowing out candles atop a R2D2 cake. Imagine that.
This is a familiar story for our generation. The love for "the Force" that is passed on (genetically?) from father to son. "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" is recognizable to young and old in America and beyond. When I passed on some of my old figures that I had saved - including the iconic Bobba Fett - my son was in awe. The awesomeness of Star Wars began in the 70's, elevated through the cheese of the 80's, was re-imagined at the end of the 90's, survived Jar Jar Binks at the turn of the century, and has cemented it's place in every toy aisle and video game store for the foreseeable future.
The vision of George Lucas for this amazing story is well chronicled and a great story within itself. United Artist and Universal Studios passed on the script (I wonder how much cooler Universal Studios would be if they hadn't!). Harrison Ford thought "A New Hope" was weird and that the lines in the script were...uh..."crap" that you could only type, not speak. An early private screening of the first installment with Director friends like De Palma, Milius and Spielberg produced only one positive review (Spielberg). The process for getting A New Hope to the screen was a stressful one for Lucas including a diagnosis of Hypertension, budget battles with 20th Century Fox and with last minute edits, including Obi-Wan's death (since he wasn't needed in the next two films).
Lucas and his producers didn't know what to expect on opening day. Producer Gary Kurtz was doing a radio call-in show when, to Kurtz's surprise, one of the callers raved in detail about the movie. The caller finally admitted, "I have already seen the movie four times." Lucas spent most of opening day in a sound studio and only realized it's fast start after being hit up for autographs at lunch time. Years later and billions of dollars later, Star Wars is recognizable on every continent and most countries. The logo is on toys, clothing, televisions, video games and much more. Despite it's humble beginnings, the vision of creating an epic story surrounding the journey of a lone jedi and his lost father would not only hit the screens, but also transform a generation and impact many more to come.
This had me thinking about the epic story found in the Gospel and the legacy of Jesus Christ. Over 2,000 years ago, God sent his Son to Earth, to the little town of Bethlehem, to walk among us, to teach us and to later die for all of us. More people misunderstood Him than embraced Him. He wasn't anything what people were expecting from a Messiah. The religious institutions hated Christ and were determined to kill Him. His ministry was only chronicled by a handful of disciples and yet years later, the life changing message of hope and grace was spreading like wildfire. The life saving vision of God through the life, death and resurrection of his Son Jesus Christ could not be contained.
Today, the legacy of Christ can be found in the slums of Calcutta, in mega churches in Seoul, Korea, in Cathedrals in Rome, in rural churches in Indiana and even in the jungles of South America. The teachings of Christ, although sometimes abused and used for greed, are still adored and embraced by billions around the world. The stories about Jesus that my Great-Grandfather shared with my Grandfather are the same I share with my son at the dinner table, in the car and before bedtime. The Christmas story has been shared from father to son and mother to daughter more than any other story. Passed on from generation to generation, the legacy of Christ will continue to transform lives until the very end. And the kicker? The end, with Christ, is not the end. It doesn't end with Vader saying "Nooooooo" (or with Rebels dancing at Endor for those who pretend the last three don't exist). What makes the legacy of the Gospel so special is that it includes this life and the next. Now, I'm not sure what to expect when the next life comes, but I am confident - because of Christ - that the awesomeness of it will far exceed that of Star Wars. And I'm very thankful for that.
This is a familiar story for our generation. The love for "the Force" that is passed on (genetically?) from father to son. "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" is recognizable to young and old in America and beyond. When I passed on some of my old figures that I had saved - including the iconic Bobba Fett - my son was in awe. The awesomeness of Star Wars began in the 70's, elevated through the cheese of the 80's, was re-imagined at the end of the 90's, survived Jar Jar Binks at the turn of the century, and has cemented it's place in every toy aisle and video game store for the foreseeable future.
The vision of George Lucas for this amazing story is well chronicled and a great story within itself. United Artist and Universal Studios passed on the script (I wonder how much cooler Universal Studios would be if they hadn't!). Harrison Ford thought "A New Hope" was weird and that the lines in the script were...uh..."crap" that you could only type, not speak. An early private screening of the first installment with Director friends like De Palma, Milius and Spielberg produced only one positive review (Spielberg). The process for getting A New Hope to the screen was a stressful one for Lucas including a diagnosis of Hypertension, budget battles with 20th Century Fox and with last minute edits, including Obi-Wan's death (since he wasn't needed in the next two films).
Lucas and his producers didn't know what to expect on opening day. Producer Gary Kurtz was doing a radio call-in show when, to Kurtz's surprise, one of the callers raved in detail about the movie. The caller finally admitted, "I have already seen the movie four times." Lucas spent most of opening day in a sound studio and only realized it's fast start after being hit up for autographs at lunch time. Years later and billions of dollars later, Star Wars is recognizable on every continent and most countries. The logo is on toys, clothing, televisions, video games and much more. Despite it's humble beginnings, the vision of creating an epic story surrounding the journey of a lone jedi and his lost father would not only hit the screens, but also transform a generation and impact many more to come.
This had me thinking about the epic story found in the Gospel and the legacy of Jesus Christ. Over 2,000 years ago, God sent his Son to Earth, to the little town of Bethlehem, to walk among us, to teach us and to later die for all of us. More people misunderstood Him than embraced Him. He wasn't anything what people were expecting from a Messiah. The religious institutions hated Christ and were determined to kill Him. His ministry was only chronicled by a handful of disciples and yet years later, the life changing message of hope and grace was spreading like wildfire. The life saving vision of God through the life, death and resurrection of his Son Jesus Christ could not be contained.
Today, the legacy of Christ can be found in the slums of Calcutta, in mega churches in Seoul, Korea, in Cathedrals in Rome, in rural churches in Indiana and even in the jungles of South America. The teachings of Christ, although sometimes abused and used for greed, are still adored and embraced by billions around the world. The stories about Jesus that my Great-Grandfather shared with my Grandfather are the same I share with my son at the dinner table, in the car and before bedtime. The Christmas story has been shared from father to son and mother to daughter more than any other story. Passed on from generation to generation, the legacy of Christ will continue to transform lives until the very end. And the kicker? The end, with Christ, is not the end. It doesn't end with Vader saying "Nooooooo" (or with Rebels dancing at Endor for those who pretend the last three don't exist). What makes the legacy of the Gospel so special is that it includes this life and the next. Now, I'm not sure what to expect when the next life comes, but I am confident - because of Christ - that the awesomeness of it will far exceed that of Star Wars. And I'm very thankful for that.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Thank you for raising your rates!
I wonder what the board room at Netflix is like today? After announcing a new pricing plan that raises rates 60% for anyone who wants both streaming online and dvds in the mail, the reaction has been less than enthusiastic. As of today, there almost 60,000 comments (and netflix is deleting hundred's by the hour) on the facebook page about the price change, most of which are very negative in tone.
Last night I checked out the page and spent a few minutes reading a few of these comments. I chuckled at some of the creative stabs at Netflix and their rate hike. I also checked Google news and the articles covering the backlash. On person commented that they had a four dvds at a time plan with online streaming that was going from 24.99 to 34.99 and had decided it was cheaper to buy the movies. I love movies, but who watches that many movies?
My wife and I discussed it as we are Netflix users. We'll probably drop having one dvd mailed to us. We're confident that life will go on since currently a movie will sit on the counter for days. But as I laid in bed last night and thought about it more, I really started to get angry. No, I wasn't angry at Netflix or "corporate greed" as one disgruntled customer put it. I was frustrated that 60,000 + people could be so angry about an issue that has no lasting value to our world. I shifted my thoughts to more important issues, and as my frustration built, I kept my wife up a little later when I started asking her what we could do to help children who were victims of abuse. Why is it that people can be so upset about meaningless issues in sports, pop culture and entertainment and practically ignore significant issues such as poverty and child abuse? I should know the answer to that question since I have been guilty of obsessing over the meaningless minutia in our world. When I lived in Springfield, MO, I wrote a letter to the editor of the News Leader about why Pete Rose shouldn't be allowed into the Hall of Fame. And they printed it. With my picture. Yikes. So I know that it's easy to get caught up in the less important issues and lose site of the big picture.
But we do this with countless big issues staring us in the face. What would happen if we transferred the energy we wasted into areas of life that mattered? If we stopped getting angry and motivated by the things that people won't be talking about one year from now? Instead, we could focus on issues that could really make a difference. For example, did you know that every 10 seconds a report of child abuse is made in this country? And that almost five children every day die from some type of child abuse (more than 3 out of 4 are under the age of four). Now that's something to get outraged about. That is what is keeping me up at night recently.
What if 60,000 people a day did something to prevent or raise awareness about child abuse (other than those already doing it)? What if 60,000 people a day started tackling poverty? God created us with the capacity to serve Him and serve others. And when we begin to discover and enlarge this capacity, God can use us to do great things for others. This is what Bill Hybles wrote about in his book, "Holy Discontent." The journey of following Christ should lead us to find that one aspect of our broken world that when we see it, touch it and hear about it, you are so troubled by it that you must get in the game and do something about it.
But our Adversary would like nothing better than for our redemptive energy to be wasted. For us to never uncover our "Holy Discontent." That's why we are tempted to go through the motions and get wrapped up into the petty things in life. All the fun, yet less than meaningful stuff in our lives are not worth hours on the computer or long rants on radio shows. Find a real problem and fix it. Choose a real cause and embrace it. Get involved in your local church and live out your faith!
I may sound outraged, but honestly, this is the stuff that saddens me. I Corinthians 2:9 reminds us that "No eye has seen, no ear has heard and no eye has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him." The reality that there is so much more for people to experience in an active relationship with God makes it very difficult to see people wasting their energy on the mundane and meaningless. And after reflecting on the 60,000 posts and what really makes me angry, I find myself thankful for the 4-6 hours I won't be wasting because of Netflix's new plan. So, thank you Netflix for saving me time and energy. Time and energy that will be spent better elsewhere. And to the 60,000 people who commented, as the saying goes, there are indeed "greater tragedies in life." Find one.
Last night I checked out the page and spent a few minutes reading a few of these comments. I chuckled at some of the creative stabs at Netflix and their rate hike. I also checked Google news and the articles covering the backlash. On person commented that they had a four dvds at a time plan with online streaming that was going from 24.99 to 34.99 and had decided it was cheaper to buy the movies. I love movies, but who watches that many movies?
My wife and I discussed it as we are Netflix users. We'll probably drop having one dvd mailed to us. We're confident that life will go on since currently a movie will sit on the counter for days. But as I laid in bed last night and thought about it more, I really started to get angry. No, I wasn't angry at Netflix or "corporate greed" as one disgruntled customer put it. I was frustrated that 60,000 + people could be so angry about an issue that has no lasting value to our world. I shifted my thoughts to more important issues, and as my frustration built, I kept my wife up a little later when I started asking her what we could do to help children who were victims of abuse. Why is it that people can be so upset about meaningless issues in sports, pop culture and entertainment and practically ignore significant issues such as poverty and child abuse? I should know the answer to that question since I have been guilty of obsessing over the meaningless minutia in our world. When I lived in Springfield, MO, I wrote a letter to the editor of the News Leader about why Pete Rose shouldn't be allowed into the Hall of Fame. And they printed it. With my picture. Yikes. So I know that it's easy to get caught up in the less important issues and lose site of the big picture.
But we do this with countless big issues staring us in the face. What would happen if we transferred the energy we wasted into areas of life that mattered? If we stopped getting angry and motivated by the things that people won't be talking about one year from now? Instead, we could focus on issues that could really make a difference. For example, did you know that every 10 seconds a report of child abuse is made in this country? And that almost five children every day die from some type of child abuse (more than 3 out of 4 are under the age of four). Now that's something to get outraged about. That is what is keeping me up at night recently.
What if 60,000 people a day did something to prevent or raise awareness about child abuse (other than those already doing it)? What if 60,000 people a day started tackling poverty? God created us with the capacity to serve Him and serve others. And when we begin to discover and enlarge this capacity, God can use us to do great things for others. This is what Bill Hybles wrote about in his book, "Holy Discontent." The journey of following Christ should lead us to find that one aspect of our broken world that when we see it, touch it and hear about it, you are so troubled by it that you must get in the game and do something about it.
But our Adversary would like nothing better than for our redemptive energy to be wasted. For us to never uncover our "Holy Discontent." That's why we are tempted to go through the motions and get wrapped up into the petty things in life. All the fun, yet less than meaningful stuff in our lives are not worth hours on the computer or long rants on radio shows. Find a real problem and fix it. Choose a real cause and embrace it. Get involved in your local church and live out your faith!
I may sound outraged, but honestly, this is the stuff that saddens me. I Corinthians 2:9 reminds us that "No eye has seen, no ear has heard and no eye has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him." The reality that there is so much more for people to experience in an active relationship with God makes it very difficult to see people wasting their energy on the mundane and meaningless. And after reflecting on the 60,000 posts and what really makes me angry, I find myself thankful for the 4-6 hours I won't be wasting because of Netflix's new plan. So, thank you Netflix for saving me time and energy. Time and energy that will be spent better elsewhere. And to the 60,000 people who commented, as the saying goes, there are indeed "greater tragedies in life." Find one.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Thanks for letting me smell your car!
When my wife told me we would be going to Swedish days in Holdrege, NE a few weeks ago, I began to wonder what kind of food they ate in Sweden. Scandanavian fish? Some type of blue and yellow dessert? Turns out they eat burgers, brats, burritos and funnel cakes. Frankly, I think I'd like the food in Sweden!
Surprisingly, the food they served at Swedish Days wasn't even the highlight of the event for me. After the parade, we made our way to the town square. Our first stop was the bouncy house for my son and his cousins (there was an age limit). Once my son got his fix in air time, I knew where I was going next - the car show. One half of the square was lined with classic cars. I picked up a voting ballot (for the top 5) and began my trek along the street of dreams.
Mustangs, Chevelle's, Camaros and Vettes. They were all represented well. I came across an amazing 60's Firebird from Cozad, NE. The owner was my age and had received the car for his 16th birthday from his Father. I was a little jealous at first. Then, I was thankful. I had a GMC Truck when I was 16 and two speeding tickets in the first year. A Firebird would have at least tripled that total.
After seeing most of the cars, I turned the corner to look at the last quarter of the show. That's when I saw it. A 1971 Mach I Mustang. The same car that my older brother owned when he was in High School. This one was royal blue and my brother's was competition orange. Other than the color difference, it was the same car that I rode to school in from time to time when I was 6 and 7 years old. Imagine that. Being dropped off at elementary school in a 71 Mach I Mustang. It didn't really help with the ladies, but what a rush!
I took a couple laps around the car, admiring the details and original body and look. Then, without knowing what was in store for me, I stuck my head in the passenger side window. It was unavoidable. The smell of the original interior. The combination of the leather seats and vinyl dashboard was unmistakable. I literally had goosebumps. It was if I was transported back to 1982. I stepped away from the car and almost got a little emotional. (Cars are one of the few things guys can get a little teary eyed about).
Quickly, I pulled it together and then shared the experience with the family. They admired the car and my story, and my son decided it was enough to vote #2 for this vintage hot rod. Before we moved on though, I had to thank the owner. I stopped and asked the closest person in a lawn chair - a lady in her late fifties from rural Nebraska - who just happened to be the owner. "Thanks for letting me smell your car," I said. She smiled big as I explained the thick memories that rushed back into my mind with just one whiff. She understood since she had purchased the car new, which gave her 40 years of these memories. I thanked her once more and swiftly made my way to the last set of lesser cars so she wouldn't think I was some creepy guy smelling her car. The smell and memories stayed with me most of the day, and even though I didn't get a funnel cake, it was definitely a good day.
As I gratefully reflected back on the Swedish Days car show, which, by the way, had no Swedish cars, I was thankful for a brother who took the time to drive me to school when I missed the bus (I'm sure it was occasionally intentional). And for the amazing gifts of memory and sense of smell. I mean, how awesome is it that one smell can take you back 30 years! God's creative design never ceases to amaze me.
Surprisingly, the food they served at Swedish Days wasn't even the highlight of the event for me. After the parade, we made our way to the town square. Our first stop was the bouncy house for my son and his cousins (there was an age limit). Once my son got his fix in air time, I knew where I was going next - the car show. One half of the square was lined with classic cars. I picked up a voting ballot (for the top 5) and began my trek along the street of dreams.
Mustangs, Chevelle's, Camaros and Vettes. They were all represented well. I came across an amazing 60's Firebird from Cozad, NE. The owner was my age and had received the car for his 16th birthday from his Father. I was a little jealous at first. Then, I was thankful. I had a GMC Truck when I was 16 and two speeding tickets in the first year. A Firebird would have at least tripled that total.
After seeing most of the cars, I turned the corner to look at the last quarter of the show. That's when I saw it. A 1971 Mach I Mustang. The same car that my older brother owned when he was in High School. This one was royal blue and my brother's was competition orange. Other than the color difference, it was the same car that I rode to school in from time to time when I was 6 and 7 years old. Imagine that. Being dropped off at elementary school in a 71 Mach I Mustang. It didn't really help with the ladies, but what a rush!
I took a couple laps around the car, admiring the details and original body and look. Then, without knowing what was in store for me, I stuck my head in the passenger side window. It was unavoidable. The smell of the original interior. The combination of the leather seats and vinyl dashboard was unmistakable. I literally had goosebumps. It was if I was transported back to 1982. I stepped away from the car and almost got a little emotional. (Cars are one of the few things guys can get a little teary eyed about).
Quickly, I pulled it together and then shared the experience with the family. They admired the car and my story, and my son decided it was enough to vote #2 for this vintage hot rod. Before we moved on though, I had to thank the owner. I stopped and asked the closest person in a lawn chair - a lady in her late fifties from rural Nebraska - who just happened to be the owner. "Thanks for letting me smell your car," I said. She smiled big as I explained the thick memories that rushed back into my mind with just one whiff. She understood since she had purchased the car new, which gave her 40 years of these memories. I thanked her once more and swiftly made my way to the last set of lesser cars so she wouldn't think I was some creepy guy smelling her car. The smell and memories stayed with me most of the day, and even though I didn't get a funnel cake, it was definitely a good day.
As I gratefully reflected back on the Swedish Days car show, which, by the way, had no Swedish cars, I was thankful for a brother who took the time to drive me to school when I missed the bus (I'm sure it was occasionally intentional). And for the amazing gifts of memory and sense of smell. I mean, how awesome is it that one smell can take you back 30 years! God's creative design never ceases to amaze me.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
"Promise Me this Won't Ruin Your Weekend"
So I had just woken up from my nap that I was taking in the passenger seat. We were getting close to the food exit and since it was past supper time, I was ready for a pit stop. The only thing on my mind was whether I should get a six inch or foot long. Our family was taking a two day trip to West Nebraska for my wife's 15 year reunion, and I was looking forward to the mini-getaway and the chance to connect with family.
But then came the question. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, my wife asked me, "If I tell you something, will you promise me that you won't let it ruin your weekend?" Now I was awake. "Oh boy," I replied as I sat up in my seat. "What is it?" My wife then proceeded to tell me that earlier that day she learned that her company was having an important meeting the next day and it was very likely that her entire department would be cut. Did Subway sell deli ham by the slice? I had just lost my appetite.
A few years ago my wife showed me an article that listed the "recession proof jobs." Mental Health, her field, was one of them. Then, fourteen months ago, my wife's company filed for bankruptcy due to the State's delinquent payments. But thankfully she was hired on at a new company four days later. Afterwards, I thought that would be our one "job loss" story. But here it was a year later and soon the news of another layoff would be delivered - my wife would be out of work in one month.
My reaction wasn't exactly reassuring. Maybe my nap wasn't long enough because I quickly slipped into "I'm angry at life mode." Perhaps you seen or experienced it before. No smiling. Little conversation. And periodic shaking of the head. My wife did her best to accentuate the positive and express her faith and trust in God. But I was a pillar of frustration that would not be shaken.
After a restless night sleep, I rolled out of bed bright and early sometime past 9ish. I knew that God and I were due for a talk. I spent most of my prayer time venting my frustration and hurling familiar phrases like, "how could you" and "why now?" Then I flipped my Bible to Psalm 71:1-3. After reading, "Be my rock of refuge to which I can always go; give the command to save me; for you are my fortress," I broke down and really began listening for God's reassurance and direction. I knew that I had no reason to be angry at life. God was there in the midst of our life changing event.
But it wasn't until I resumed my study of Hebrews this week that God opened my eyes to something which I already knew. It wasn't an "ah ha" moment. Rather, it was an "oh yeah" moment (others might call it a "duh" moment). Reading Hebrews 13:8, "Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever." That's right. The same faithful God who helped us through the first job loss was with us for job loss number two. He hadn't forgot how to provide or comfort us. And His amazing love and grace still covered us from head to toe.
How could I forget this? Life's trials and uncertainties tend to shake our faith from time to time. Honestly, it's not easy to have faith when the world around you cracks or crumbles. But then again, I can't imagine going through something like this (or worse) without faith and the lasting hope that only can be found in Christ. I can't imagine being angry and frustrated with life for more than one evening. And I certainly don't want every piece of bad news to ruin my weekends.
Thankfully this news didn't ruin our weekend and my wife had another job offer this week. There will still be a brief time of unemployment and it won't be without stress, but God was faithful...again. We have yet another reason to be thankful, and one more experience that will strengthen our faith. Even more, we have a reminder of why we must share that faith - because too many people experience these same angry and frustrated times without the hope found in the "oh yeah" moment.
But then came the question. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, my wife asked me, "If I tell you something, will you promise me that you won't let it ruin your weekend?" Now I was awake. "Oh boy," I replied as I sat up in my seat. "What is it?" My wife then proceeded to tell me that earlier that day she learned that her company was having an important meeting the next day and it was very likely that her entire department would be cut. Did Subway sell deli ham by the slice? I had just lost my appetite.
A few years ago my wife showed me an article that listed the "recession proof jobs." Mental Health, her field, was one of them. Then, fourteen months ago, my wife's company filed for bankruptcy due to the State's delinquent payments. But thankfully she was hired on at a new company four days later. Afterwards, I thought that would be our one "job loss" story. But here it was a year later and soon the news of another layoff would be delivered - my wife would be out of work in one month.
My reaction wasn't exactly reassuring. Maybe my nap wasn't long enough because I quickly slipped into "I'm angry at life mode." Perhaps you seen or experienced it before. No smiling. Little conversation. And periodic shaking of the head. My wife did her best to accentuate the positive and express her faith and trust in God. But I was a pillar of frustration that would not be shaken.
After a restless night sleep, I rolled out of bed bright and early sometime past 9ish. I knew that God and I were due for a talk. I spent most of my prayer time venting my frustration and hurling familiar phrases like, "how could you" and "why now?" Then I flipped my Bible to Psalm 71:1-3. After reading, "Be my rock of refuge to which I can always go; give the command to save me; for you are my fortress," I broke down and really began listening for God's reassurance and direction. I knew that I had no reason to be angry at life. God was there in the midst of our life changing event.
But it wasn't until I resumed my study of Hebrews this week that God opened my eyes to something which I already knew. It wasn't an "ah ha" moment. Rather, it was an "oh yeah" moment (others might call it a "duh" moment). Reading Hebrews 13:8, "Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever." That's right. The same faithful God who helped us through the first job loss was with us for job loss number two. He hadn't forgot how to provide or comfort us. And His amazing love and grace still covered us from head to toe.
How could I forget this? Life's trials and uncertainties tend to shake our faith from time to time. Honestly, it's not easy to have faith when the world around you cracks or crumbles. But then again, I can't imagine going through something like this (or worse) without faith and the lasting hope that only can be found in Christ. I can't imagine being angry and frustrated with life for more than one evening. And I certainly don't want every piece of bad news to ruin my weekends.
Thankfully this news didn't ruin our weekend and my wife had another job offer this week. There will still be a brief time of unemployment and it won't be without stress, but God was faithful...again. We have yet another reason to be thankful, and one more experience that will strengthen our faith. Even more, we have a reminder of why we must share that faith - because too many people experience these same angry and frustrated times without the hope found in the "oh yeah" moment.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Keep your eye on the ball...and everything else.
Last Saturday was my son's second baseball game. He is in the coach pitch league where the kids are given three at bats and then a swing off the tee. There's no keeping score and everybody gets to bat. With the kids just trying to learn the basics, a ground ball turns into a melee with 5-6 kids trying to pick it up and chuck it to first.
And that is why my son's defensive play was so incredible. Yes, I'm biased but there is no doubt that it was the best play of the game. Ask anybody, and if they say different, I want to know who they are.
My son was playing P/3B, the hybrid position that he has claimed his own. It's where most of the action is. With him being so close to the batter, I urge him to keep his eye on the ball and be ready. With those instructions fresh in his mind, a sharp bouncer came right at him. It hit him directly in the chest and then fell nicely into his glove. Not taking anytime to celebrate, Jackson turned to throw the ball to first and ran. That's right, he started to run, just as every other fielder had been doing, towards first with the ball cocked and ready to throw once the distance was manageable.
But after a handful of strides, my son checked to see the status of the batter. That's when he had a light bulb moment - "I'm running faster than him!" He veered toward the baserunner and rightly tagged him out. Even the opposing team's coach (who was pitching) gave him a high five and proclaimed, "awesome" as Jackson gave the ball back.
As we talked about this on the way home, Jackson summarized the play for my wife (who was on nap duty in the car) by proclaiming, "I just realized that I was faster than the runner so I went and tagged him out." Although we have been trying, like all the other parents, to get him to throw without running to first, this play was worthy of affirmation. The play itself was great, but his field awareness was especially good. Because the key to baseball is to keep your eye on the ball and everything else.
I guess that's what the Apostle Paul was talking about with our spiritual lives in Ephesians 6:13 when he said, "Keep your eyes open." Spiritual awareness is something that we often overlook. Prayer, being a part of the Church, and studying scripture play important roles in our life changing relationship with Christ; just like keeping your eye on the ball.
But we also have to be aware of what's happening in our culture, our family and relationships. Ask good questions and be prepared to answer tough ones that will come our way. This is where wisdom kicks in. Like Ephesians 5 says, "Don't live like fools, but like those who are wise." We must stop, look around and think before we act or speak. When we do so, I believe people will have to take notice and proclaim "awesome."
And that is why my son's defensive play was so incredible. Yes, I'm biased but there is no doubt that it was the best play of the game. Ask anybody, and if they say different, I want to know who they are.
My son was playing P/3B, the hybrid position that he has claimed his own. It's where most of the action is. With him being so close to the batter, I urge him to keep his eye on the ball and be ready. With those instructions fresh in his mind, a sharp bouncer came right at him. It hit him directly in the chest and then fell nicely into his glove. Not taking anytime to celebrate, Jackson turned to throw the ball to first and ran. That's right, he started to run, just as every other fielder had been doing, towards first with the ball cocked and ready to throw once the distance was manageable.
But after a handful of strides, my son checked to see the status of the batter. That's when he had a light bulb moment - "I'm running faster than him!" He veered toward the baserunner and rightly tagged him out. Even the opposing team's coach (who was pitching) gave him a high five and proclaimed, "awesome" as Jackson gave the ball back.
As we talked about this on the way home, Jackson summarized the play for my wife (who was on nap duty in the car) by proclaiming, "I just realized that I was faster than the runner so I went and tagged him out." Although we have been trying, like all the other parents, to get him to throw without running to first, this play was worthy of affirmation. The play itself was great, but his field awareness was especially good. Because the key to baseball is to keep your eye on the ball and everything else.
I guess that's what the Apostle Paul was talking about with our spiritual lives in Ephesians 6:13 when he said, "Keep your eyes open." Spiritual awareness is something that we often overlook. Prayer, being a part of the Church, and studying scripture play important roles in our life changing relationship with Christ; just like keeping your eye on the ball.
But we also have to be aware of what's happening in our culture, our family and relationships. Ask good questions and be prepared to answer tough ones that will come our way. This is where wisdom kicks in. Like Ephesians 5 says, "Don't live like fools, but like those who are wise." We must stop, look around and think before we act or speak. When we do so, I believe people will have to take notice and proclaim "awesome."
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Kung Fu Peace
On Tuesday my son and I enjoyed the second installment of Kung Fu Panda 2 at the Aksarben theatre. It was $1 popcorn and pop Tuesday so our hands were full of buttered goodness and our mouths were full of laughter as "Po" the Dragon Warrior battled "Lord Shin" of the Peacock Clan and his weapon of destruction. The action and humor were expected but the lesson on peace was a pleasant surprise. Po wasn't in search of just victory, but also inner peace as he attempted to discover the reason for his parent's disappearance.
The lesson and affirmation that Po receives at the end are positive and ample justification for inner peace. But yesterday my mind began to dwell on the peace that Paul talks about in Philippians 4:6-7. Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
The peace that Po seeks out is one that is beneficial but limited. It puts to rest our anxiousness concerning specific situations for a limited period of time. Once we achieve that peace it is the result of our own efforts. Either by accepting our circumstances in a positive perspective or by controlling our emotions, our efforts direct us to this place of inner tranquility.
This type of peace is achieved in many ways in our society. Exercise, yoga, meditation, counseling, solitude and even Kung Fu. The list goes on. The roots of this approach can be found in ancient eastern philosophies as well as western philosophies, such as the Greek Stoicism that emerged in the 3rd century BC. It taught the development of of self-control and virtue as a means for overcoming self-destructive emotions.
Some have suggested that there is a hint of Stoicism in Paul's language in Philippians 4:6-7 since Paul spent a great deal of time among the philosophers in Athens (see Acts 17). But the reality is, the peace that Paul proclaims in this passage surpasses anything that we can accomplish on this earth.
Paul is clear that this is not just another philosophy when he uses the phrase "exceeds anything we can understand." The original Greek for "understand" is "reason in the narrower sense." Let's face it, our understanding of peace is quite narrow no matter how we achieve it on this earth. But the peace found in Christ transcends anything we can comprehend - and the best part is, it lasts. It's not temporary or limited to specific life situations or seasons.
What separates the Philippians peace from the peace that Po finds in Kung Fu is it's source. Paul uses the phrase "in Christ" 51 times in his various letters of the New Testament. This phrase is so common for Paul because it is his one and only power source. It's no longer himself or religion as he notes in Philippians 3 - "though I could have confidence in my own effort if anyone could." He realized that way of life brought little or no peace at all. It was "in Christ" where he discovered a peace that his mind could not wrap itself around.
I'm sure if Paul were here today he would have enjoyed Jack Black's humor in this sequel and a little "Kung Fu Fighting." But he would have disagreed with Po's teacher "Master Shifu," the wise old red panda. True and lasting inner Peace is not found here on earth. It's only found "in Christ."
The lesson and affirmation that Po receives at the end are positive and ample justification for inner peace. But yesterday my mind began to dwell on the peace that Paul talks about in Philippians 4:6-7. Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
The peace that Po seeks out is one that is beneficial but limited. It puts to rest our anxiousness concerning specific situations for a limited period of time. Once we achieve that peace it is the result of our own efforts. Either by accepting our circumstances in a positive perspective or by controlling our emotions, our efforts direct us to this place of inner tranquility.
This type of peace is achieved in many ways in our society. Exercise, yoga, meditation, counseling, solitude and even Kung Fu. The list goes on. The roots of this approach can be found in ancient eastern philosophies as well as western philosophies, such as the Greek Stoicism that emerged in the 3rd century BC. It taught the development of of self-control and virtue as a means for overcoming self-destructive emotions.
Some have suggested that there is a hint of Stoicism in Paul's language in Philippians 4:6-7 since Paul spent a great deal of time among the philosophers in Athens (see Acts 17). But the reality is, the peace that Paul proclaims in this passage surpasses anything that we can accomplish on this earth.
Paul is clear that this is not just another philosophy when he uses the phrase "exceeds anything we can understand." The original Greek for "understand" is "reason in the narrower sense." Let's face it, our understanding of peace is quite narrow no matter how we achieve it on this earth. But the peace found in Christ transcends anything we can comprehend - and the best part is, it lasts. It's not temporary or limited to specific life situations or seasons.
What separates the Philippians peace from the peace that Po finds in Kung Fu is it's source. Paul uses the phrase "in Christ" 51 times in his various letters of the New Testament. This phrase is so common for Paul because it is his one and only power source. It's no longer himself or religion as he notes in Philippians 3 - "though I could have confidence in my own effort if anyone could." He realized that way of life brought little or no peace at all. It was "in Christ" where he discovered a peace that his mind could not wrap itself around.
I'm sure if Paul were here today he would have enjoyed Jack Black's humor in this sequel and a little "Kung Fu Fighting." But he would have disagreed with Po's teacher "Master Shifu," the wise old red panda. True and lasting inner Peace is not found here on earth. It's only found "in Christ."
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Oprah's Asterisk
After 25 years, today is the last time the Oprah Winfrey show will be aired. For some that might be sad while others are breathing a sigh of relief. Whatever camp you fall into, everyone would agree that Oprah has significantly influenced our culture (just see the 2008 election). No doubt she is talented, driven and truly cares about people. Although I have had my fair share of angst with some of Oprah's stances and promotions, she has raised awareness about important issues such as child abuse, health and wellness concerns and much more.
Now you may be wondering, "does this guy tivo the Oprah Show everyday or something?" No, I'm not a closet Oprah fan, but my wife has recorded the show for a few years now and watches the episodes that interest her. In the process, I've been roped into watching some of her interviews.
Last week, in fact, I found myself sitting down to watch her second interview with James Frey. Frey is the author of the memoir, "A Million Little Pieces." After receiving the seal of approval from Oprah (and the millions of readers that accompany it), it was revealed that Frey had embellished critical parts of his memoir to make it more interesting to readers. This led to a 2006 interview where Oprah reamed Frey and the publisher for allowing this to happen and for subsequently embarrassing her.
On May 16, Oprah sat down with Frey to apologize for her treatment of him on the show five years ago and give him yet another opportunity to explain himself. I was definitely interested in this interview because although Oprah was rather rough on Frey in the first interview (and caught some heat for doing so), I still feel that Frey needed a heavy dose of truth since he essentially deceived people with his story in order to achieve success and make a name for himself as an author.
Frey's explanations for his actions were underwhelming and predictable in the interview. "I think most authors do this," is a good summation of Frey's response. The part of the interview that was most intriguing was one of Oprah's last statements to Frey. I had to stop and write it down. Here it is in its entirety:
"I know everybody is acting and behaving in their life according to where they are in their own evolutionary process. Wherever you are. All of us are in different spaces and nobody has the right to judge anybody else and where they are in their path."
With all her success and positive influence, these statements have frustrated me the most about Oprah. Many times I've heard this type of commentary from Oprah and told my wife to turn her off. Because of her power and influence, she has been given a pass on whatever she says about morality, religion and life. Thus, the promotion of her philosophies like the one in this quote is a giant asterisk next to all that she has accomplished - because she has endorsed to millions a mixed bag of spirituality and postmodern morality.
Now this particular statement does have a context, which I have already given. But since Oprah uses the words "everybody" and "anybody," I know that she is not limiting it to James Frey. Her words were all inclusive so that James Frey and anyone watching could buy in to her own philosophy on life.
After grabbing a scrap of paper and rewinding a few times to copy this quote down, I immediately began to wonder what would happen if this quote were applied historically, morally and spiritually? First, the historical implications would be disastrous. Could you imagine if people responded to Hitler's Third Reich with that statement? How about the issue of segregation in the 50's and 60's? Or even more recently, the destructive Bernie Madoff who swindled billions from innocent people? Obviously, Oprah wouldn't apply her philosophy to those situations. Most would agree that these situations are clearly evil and those individuals and groups were on the wrong path and deserve to be judged and punished. Hindsight is pretty simple though. It's when we approach the present day that things get sticky.
Let's shift our attention to the moral implications then. What if the Golden Rule - often accepted as a good standard for morality - were substituted with the Oprah rule? That is, "everybody is acting and behaving in their life according to where they are in their own evolutionary process, so no one can be judged. Right and wrong are decided by your individual space." Believe it or not, we are already there. It's the ever popular, "truth is in the eye of the the beholder." Or for Frey, it was his belief that "most authors do this." There is no absolute right and no absolute wrong. But here is where the contradictions start piling up. As a victim of child abuse, she would never apply this philosophy to predators and abusive parents. Yet still Oprah has bought into the postmodern idea that your standards and beliefs can shift from one situation or individual to the next. I would suspect Oprah would defend her statement by claiming that everyone and anybody would understand that those situations (abuse, murder, etc.) wouldn't apply. This is the unproven assumption that every reasonable person would not apply your individualized morality to behaviors that are obviously wrong. But how could they be wrong? They are in their own "evolutionary process."
How about, "Treat others how you want to be treated" and taking responsibility for your actions? I would regain respect for author James Frey if he would have pulled all his books from the shelves and refunded everyone who purchased the book. Instead, he has profited from his deception, excused it and was able to promote his new book, "The Last Testament of the Holy Bible" on Oprah's show last week. Frey wasn't judged by Oprah. He was awarded for his behavior!
As silly as Oprah's comment is, it really should not be surprising. Two thousand years ago Paul warned of this type of influence in his second letter to Timothy: "For a time is coming when people will no longer listen to sound and wholesome teaching. They will follow their own desires and will look for teachers who will tell them whatever their itching ears want to hear. They will reject the truth and chase after myths" (4:3-4). "Wherever you are," pretty much sums up Oprah's spirituality. Scientology, New Age, Christianity or a combination of all three. According to Oprah, there is no absolute morality or truth. To claim that would have alienated her from the Hollywood elite. Unfortunately, that's what many people's itching ears want to hear. And honestly, it saddens me that an extremely gifted and loving person like Oprah has delivered such a message, and equally disappointing that millions have listened to it.
My sincere hope is that Oprah will return to her roots in Christ and that her listeners could hear the real truth. And wouldn't that be great? Such an incredible voice proclaiming the one and only truth. Now that's something I'd tivo.
Now you may be wondering, "does this guy tivo the Oprah Show everyday or something?" No, I'm not a closet Oprah fan, but my wife has recorded the show for a few years now and watches the episodes that interest her. In the process, I've been roped into watching some of her interviews.
Last week, in fact, I found myself sitting down to watch her second interview with James Frey. Frey is the author of the memoir, "A Million Little Pieces." After receiving the seal of approval from Oprah (and the millions of readers that accompany it), it was revealed that Frey had embellished critical parts of his memoir to make it more interesting to readers. This led to a 2006 interview where Oprah reamed Frey and the publisher for allowing this to happen and for subsequently embarrassing her.
On May 16, Oprah sat down with Frey to apologize for her treatment of him on the show five years ago and give him yet another opportunity to explain himself. I was definitely interested in this interview because although Oprah was rather rough on Frey in the first interview (and caught some heat for doing so), I still feel that Frey needed a heavy dose of truth since he essentially deceived people with his story in order to achieve success and make a name for himself as an author.
Frey's explanations for his actions were underwhelming and predictable in the interview. "I think most authors do this," is a good summation of Frey's response. The part of the interview that was most intriguing was one of Oprah's last statements to Frey. I had to stop and write it down. Here it is in its entirety:
"I know everybody is acting and behaving in their life according to where they are in their own evolutionary process. Wherever you are. All of us are in different spaces and nobody has the right to judge anybody else and where they are in their path."
With all her success and positive influence, these statements have frustrated me the most about Oprah. Many times I've heard this type of commentary from Oprah and told my wife to turn her off. Because of her power and influence, she has been given a pass on whatever she says about morality, religion and life. Thus, the promotion of her philosophies like the one in this quote is a giant asterisk next to all that she has accomplished - because she has endorsed to millions a mixed bag of spirituality and postmodern morality.
Now this particular statement does have a context, which I have already given. But since Oprah uses the words "everybody" and "anybody," I know that she is not limiting it to James Frey. Her words were all inclusive so that James Frey and anyone watching could buy in to her own philosophy on life.
After grabbing a scrap of paper and rewinding a few times to copy this quote down, I immediately began to wonder what would happen if this quote were applied historically, morally and spiritually? First, the historical implications would be disastrous. Could you imagine if people responded to Hitler's Third Reich with that statement? How about the issue of segregation in the 50's and 60's? Or even more recently, the destructive Bernie Madoff who swindled billions from innocent people? Obviously, Oprah wouldn't apply her philosophy to those situations. Most would agree that these situations are clearly evil and those individuals and groups were on the wrong path and deserve to be judged and punished. Hindsight is pretty simple though. It's when we approach the present day that things get sticky.
Let's shift our attention to the moral implications then. What if the Golden Rule - often accepted as a good standard for morality - were substituted with the Oprah rule? That is, "everybody is acting and behaving in their life according to where they are in their own evolutionary process, so no one can be judged. Right and wrong are decided by your individual space." Believe it or not, we are already there. It's the ever popular, "truth is in the eye of the the beholder." Or for Frey, it was his belief that "most authors do this." There is no absolute right and no absolute wrong. But here is where the contradictions start piling up. As a victim of child abuse, she would never apply this philosophy to predators and abusive parents. Yet still Oprah has bought into the postmodern idea that your standards and beliefs can shift from one situation or individual to the next. I would suspect Oprah would defend her statement by claiming that everyone and anybody would understand that those situations (abuse, murder, etc.) wouldn't apply. This is the unproven assumption that every reasonable person would not apply your individualized morality to behaviors that are obviously wrong. But how could they be wrong? They are in their own "evolutionary process."
How about, "Treat others how you want to be treated" and taking responsibility for your actions? I would regain respect for author James Frey if he would have pulled all his books from the shelves and refunded everyone who purchased the book. Instead, he has profited from his deception, excused it and was able to promote his new book, "The Last Testament of the Holy Bible" on Oprah's show last week. Frey wasn't judged by Oprah. He was awarded for his behavior!
As silly as Oprah's comment is, it really should not be surprising. Two thousand years ago Paul warned of this type of influence in his second letter to Timothy: "For a time is coming when people will no longer listen to sound and wholesome teaching. They will follow their own desires and will look for teachers who will tell them whatever their itching ears want to hear. They will reject the truth and chase after myths" (4:3-4). "Wherever you are," pretty much sums up Oprah's spirituality. Scientology, New Age, Christianity or a combination of all three. According to Oprah, there is no absolute morality or truth. To claim that would have alienated her from the Hollywood elite. Unfortunately, that's what many people's itching ears want to hear. And honestly, it saddens me that an extremely gifted and loving person like Oprah has delivered such a message, and equally disappointing that millions have listened to it.
My sincere hope is that Oprah will return to her roots in Christ and that her listeners could hear the real truth. And wouldn't that be great? Such an incredible voice proclaiming the one and only truth. Now that's something I'd tivo.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Costly
"One Million Workers. 90 Million iPhones. 17 Suicides. Should we care?" This was the cover of Wired magazine this month. The article chronicled the working conditions in China where iPhones are made. Interesting and surprising read. Or is it? We all know that the products we enjoy in this country - everything from our favorite shirt to the phone stuck to our hand - has the label "Made in China/Bangladesh/India" on it. We routinely ignore these labels. Even with stories like this one, we ponder for a moment and then conveniently forget the real cost of our stuff. These are countries where there are no mandatory posting of workers' rights, and the word union has little or no meaning. Let's face it. We love our stuff and the only cost we truly care about is what we see on our bank statement.
But the true cost of our stuff isn't the only area where we ignore the subtle costs that relate to the critical areas of life. What is the true cost of a husband regularly tuning out his wife in favor of Sportscenter? Intimacy. Growth. What is the true cost of busyness? Burnout. Stress. What is the true cost of three trips to McDonald's every week? Trips to the doctor. Angioplasty. Deep down we know that these possibilities can become realities if we continue ignoring the risks. But the cost of change is the most difficult for us to accept. Changing our behavior is not comfortable. It's painful and hard work. The idea sounds great, but when it costs us something, our excitement wains.
I guess that's what Jesus was talking about in Luke 14 when he said, "Sit down and count the cost." Deciding to follow him is a serious decision. Say yes to Christ and his teachings only if you are willing to embrace ALL of his teachings and weave them into the very fabric of your being. If you don't calculate the changes necessary, it will cost you. You will be frustrated, unfulfilled and disappointed. In the end, you won't change and everyone will see you as a fraud.
A life following Christ is one that embraces the cost of change. I cannot forget who made me, and certainly can't forget who transformed me. And when I begin to depart from Christ's teachings, mess up or forget my purpose, it is His grace and forgiveness that reshapes me once again. This is a costly process. It costs me my pride, my desires, my independence and more. I don't always give up those things in a timely fashion or without a fight, but when I do, it's worth it.
Just like Jesus' followers in Luke 14 needed wake up calls, so do we. Sometimes it's a doctor's visit. Other times it's a heart to heart with a loved one. Wired reported that once the suicides reached double digits, Apple decided they needed to change some working conditions. That's a costly wake up call. Fortunately, a Christ follower who is faithful in the community and prayer/devotional life has two advisors that will prevent such a costly wake up call. The first is the Holy Spirit who is our "Counselor" and will nudge us gently when we start to forget the cost of our actions. The other is our faith community, or as the New Testament consistently refers, the power of "one another." Fellow Christ followers must also nudge one another when they start down a path that will prove costly. God has built in these safeguards because He knows the difficult nature of counting the cost.
I guess that's what I love the most about this journey. Yea, it's costly. But I'm not walking alone. And as someone who lived life without Real Life Change before, I know the rewards are worth it!
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Church of Hate
A few nights ago, my wife and I were watching the news when they began covering the Supreme Court decision regarding activities of the Westboro Baptist Church. The group who has tormented and antagonized countless people. Most recently, their target has become the families of our fallen heroes. I understand why the Supreme Court protected their speech, although like the majority of people, found myself shaking my head once again at the ridiculously hateful methods of this so called Church. As I'm shaking my head, my wife asks, what's your stance on this church?
Up until that point, I hadn't thought about it much past my frustration and anger towards them. I had wondered what I would do if they showed up at a friends funeral or elsewhere in Omaha and I was nearby. I'm not a violent person, but honestly, I would have to hold myself back from beating the love of Jesus into them (many people have had to do this already). Seriously, I wouldn't act on that, but that's the first thing that comes to mind for me. But that is what hate can produce - anger and more sin.
The Apostle John said "For this is the message that you have heard from the beginning, that we should love one another." (I John 3:11) Obviously, Westboro Baptist has no intention of spreading love. Their message of hate and judgement is light years away from the message of forgiveness, grace and transformation that Christ taught and lived. Even more, John also reminds us that "God is love." With this in mind, it is clear that not only is their message void of love, but also they themselves are not of God. In fact, the best characterization of what they represent is found in I John 3:14, where John reminds us that "whoever does not love abides in death." So it's rather a cruel irony that this group is spending so much time at funerals.
I doubt many would argue that Westboro Baptist is a group who is hateful and not of God. But I think the deeper issue is one that is so often overlooked. As I studied scripture and thought about this group, I began to think of the word "twisted." Ever had someone intentionally twist your words and used them to hurt someone else? That is what is happening here. The group from Westboro is deceptively and hatefully twisting God's Word - which has great power and truth - and in doing so, has inflected a great deal more hurt than what an ordinary Joe would. For the sake of their own agenda and publicity, they have carved out small slivers of scripture in order to justify their methods and message. But this twisted message is the worst kind. When the true Word of God is twisted and manipulated, the wounds often go deeper because the wounded then begin to wonder why people from a "church" would do this, and even more, why a God of love would allow this? But the reality is, the source of this deception is "the Father of Lies." Westboro Baptist is not working on behalf of God, but for Satan himself. And his goal is to steal, kill and destroy. Make no mistake, this group is on a mission of destruction by way of hate.
How do we respond? Not surprisingly, it starts with love, especially for those who are being wounded. Most of us can't do this personally, but we can pray for the families of soldiers and the many others who are targeted (the list is long). This is what Paul talked about in 2 Corinthians when he called believers to pray and "pull down strongholds." The other prayer is for Westboro. Yes, Jesus said that we must "love our enemies" and "pray for those who persecute you." Pray for the children who are growing up in this mess and for God's swift justice (Luke 18:18) to come down on the leaders of this group.
The most important thing to remember is that no matter how much hatred this group spews, the love of God "never fails" (I Cor. 13:13). The true followers of Christ must share His truth, grace and love. Then, God's light will shine through this darkness.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
White Out
Last Sunday was our first real taste of Winter here in Nebraska. I was hoping that the weather man would be wrong with his forecast as I loaded up my five year old to head to Holdrege (to drop him off) and then to Kearney for Minister's Retreat. Snow began to fall just as we left Omaha which had me wondering how much had fallen on the interstate going west. My first hour and a half was pleasant considering the amount of snow falling. The wind was drifting the snow lightly over the road and visibility was fairly clear. It was sort of cool to watch as I was driving and listening to "How to Train Your Dragon" and a sermon cd simultaneously.
But when I reached the Grand Island exit, things worsened considerably. The outside lane began to disappear under the coating of tightly packed snow. I slowed from 70ish to 55-60 mph and many other drivers did the same. After about 15 minutes, visibility reduced dramatically and I started seeing vehicles on the sides of the Interstate - some with people trying to dig themselves out. Those who chose not to slow down were paying a heavy price for their carelessness.
The most challenging element of this drive though, was the semis who continued to barrel down the interstate at 65-70mph. The majority of the traffic had slowed to 45 and the result of these semis passing you on the outside was terrifing. With each one, I gripped the steering wheel and waited for them to pass. But even after they passed, the worst was yet to come. The semis woul leave behind a giant cloud of snow that would last for 5-10 seconds (it seemed much longer). In effect, with each semis passing, you were driving in complete white out. I would slow down briefly, wondering if someone ahead of me would stop abruptly. There was no way of knowing what was ahead of you. I simply had to hold my breath and move forward.
After arriving safely in Holdrege and then later in Kearney, many fellow ministers recounted the same fears and anxiety of driving in this type of weather and we all had our own opinions of the semi drivers who were wreaking havoc on others. Oddly enough, those same semis piled up in a multiple (20+) vehicle accident that shut down the interstate near Gothenburg farther west.
I reflected back on this drive this week as I read 2 Corinthians 5:7, which states, "...we walk by faith, not by sight." In other words, following Christ will at many times be like driving in white out conditions. There will be dangers and the destination may be hard to recognize, but with faith and obedience, He will get us there. The great thing is, because of His power, love and grace, we don't have to be afraid. As Paul stated in Philippians, we can "press on with confidence." The journey of faith is not easy, but the best part is that we don't have to travel it alone, and yes, Jesus will take the wheel (cue Carrie Underwood music). Ok, that's my first and last country music reference in my blog. But seriously, I'm so thankful that I made it through the storm, but I am equally thankful that I am walking by faith in my journey with Christ.
But when I reached the Grand Island exit, things worsened considerably. The outside lane began to disappear under the coating of tightly packed snow. I slowed from 70ish to 55-60 mph and many other drivers did the same. After about 15 minutes, visibility reduced dramatically and I started seeing vehicles on the sides of the Interstate - some with people trying to dig themselves out. Those who chose not to slow down were paying a heavy price for their carelessness.
The most challenging element of this drive though, was the semis who continued to barrel down the interstate at 65-70mph. The majority of the traffic had slowed to 45 and the result of these semis passing you on the outside was terrifing. With each one, I gripped the steering wheel and waited for them to pass. But even after they passed, the worst was yet to come. The semis woul leave behind a giant cloud of snow that would last for 5-10 seconds (it seemed much longer). In effect, with each semis passing, you were driving in complete white out. I would slow down briefly, wondering if someone ahead of me would stop abruptly. There was no way of knowing what was ahead of you. I simply had to hold my breath and move forward.
After arriving safely in Holdrege and then later in Kearney, many fellow ministers recounted the same fears and anxiety of driving in this type of weather and we all had our own opinions of the semi drivers who were wreaking havoc on others. Oddly enough, those same semis piled up in a multiple (20+) vehicle accident that shut down the interstate near Gothenburg farther west.
I reflected back on this drive this week as I read 2 Corinthians 5:7, which states, "...we walk by faith, not by sight." In other words, following Christ will at many times be like driving in white out conditions. There will be dangers and the destination may be hard to recognize, but with faith and obedience, He will get us there. The great thing is, because of His power, love and grace, we don't have to be afraid. As Paul stated in Philippians, we can "press on with confidence." The journey of faith is not easy, but the best part is that we don't have to travel it alone, and yes, Jesus will take the wheel (cue Carrie Underwood music). Ok, that's my first and last country music reference in my blog. But seriously, I'm so thankful that I made it through the storm, but I am equally thankful that I am walking by faith in my journey with Christ.
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