Survivor: I-81

The “Survivor” finale was last night. I’m not talking about the TV show; I’m talking about real reality show “Survivor: I-81.” Angelynn, along with sidekicks Hannah Bean and Marley the dog, was among the thousands of travelers stranded on I-81 in western Virginia this weekend during the great blizzard of 2009. Her 17-hour trip home from Harding for the holidays turned into a 3 day ordeal right our of "Planes, Trains and Automobiles."

Angelynn left Searcy early on Friday morning, picked up Hannah and was planning to make it home late Friday night. Then the snow hit, I-81 was shut down and I found them a hotel (pet-friendly, of course) in Abingdon, VA. They left by 8:30 a.m. Saturday morning, and by 5:30 p.m. that afternoon, they had gotten only to Salem— stretching a 2-hour trip of 120 miles into an 8 hour ordeal punctuated by getting sideswiped by tractor-trailer driven by an idiot who tried to blame Angelynn. Fortunately, no one was hurt and the car remained drivable. Unfortunately, they were still a long way from home on an interstate that was again closing down.

Again, I was able to find them a (pet friendly) motel right on the interstate that had a vacancy, which was pretty amazing given the numbers of stranded travelers. Well, the reason there as a vacancy at this particular hotel was that it was on the top of a mountain that could not be climbed without 4-wheel drive. (It didn't say anything about the hotel's elevation on the internet). The Taurus, still whimpering from its run-in with the 18 wheeler, refused to climb the hill, so they had to park the car on the side of road and go mountain-climbing on foot.

Sunday morning, of course, the car was completely stuck in the snow, and they had to be rescued by some nice folks driving by. They finally got in last night… some 48 hours later than their original ETA. What an adventure! I’m very proud of Angelynn for enduring and prevailing during this very stressful ordeal. I guess we will all pay closer attention to the weather reports next time.

God's Guarantee

There’s an old story about the guy driving his 20 year old Rolls Royce in a whirlwind driving tour across Europe. (Disclaimer: This did not happen to me personally; I have never driven my Rolls across Europe). As he was winding through the mountains in Switzerland, a suspension spring broke on the car, leaving him stranded. He called the dealer in London who called the Rolls Royce factory. They immediately flew a technician to Switzerland and arranged for the Rolls owner to spend the night in a local 5-star hotel. The next day, the car was fixed and the man was on his way. The Rolls owner begins to wonder just how much all this star treatment is going to cost him. But months go by and he never gets a bill. He finally calls Rolls Royce and asks when they are going to bill him for the repaired suspension spring. He Rolls agent replied, “Sir, there must be some mistake; suspension springs never break on a Rolls Royce.”

Isn’t it great that a manufacturer would stand behind their product like that? Isn’t it sad that you have to buy a Rolls Royce to get that kind of support? In case you are wondering, a brand new Rolls Royce Phantom costs $380,000 to $450,000 depending on options. I guess if you want the map light, you gotta pay extra!

I just ordered new glasses on Tuesday. For the second time in less than a year, the fancy designer frames I bought at a national optometry store broke. (I refuse to name the store, though probably if you really focused “national optometry store” in the previous line, you might be able to figure it out). They broke in the exact same place and same way—the thick temple piece is actually attached to the hinge by a thin little wire about half as thick as a paper clip that is about as durable. Good news is that the glasses were under warranty. The bad news is that warranty means I could buy a new pair at 60% off retail. I did that once, This time the lenses had become discolored to the point they needed to be replaced to. The good news is that they were guaranteed too. Bad news was that again the guarantee was 60% their retail price. In other words, it was cheaper to go to the discount eyeglass place that opened down the street and buy all new glasses. That's what I did. My warranty guaranteed that I could buy the same defective glasses for 10% MORE than a whole new pair somewhere else. Some guarantee!

God gives us a guarantee that is a real guarantee—He gives us the guarantee of Himself. This time of year, the reminders of God’s sojourn in flesh and blood are all around us. We see tiny porcelain babies and mangers on tables and giant plastic ones in front yards. They remind us of the truth that God became flesh and lived among us as one of us. John puts it this way—

He came into the very world he created, but the world didn’t recognize him. He came to his own people, and even they rejected him. But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. They are reborn—not with a physical birth resulting from human passion or plan, but a birth that comes from God.” (John 1:10–13, NLT)

The one who created the world of flesh became part of that world so that we might be reborn of something beyond the flesh. The baby born in Bethlehem was the Son of God, and He gives us the opportunity to be reborn as the children of God. And not only did God gives us the gift of Himself in Jesus, He also gives us the gift of His Spirit. This is the guarantee—

“Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ. He anointed us, set his seal of ownership on us, and put his Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.” (2 Corinthians 1:21–22, TNIV)

The God who came to earth to live among us also comes into our hearts to live in us. He gives us the guarantee of Himself. The word “guarantee” in the NIV/ESV or “pledge” in the NASB is the Greek word arrabōn. It represented a partial down-payment that guarantees a full payment in the future. God has given us Himself in part to guarantee that one day we will have Him in full. That sounds like a guarantee we can live with… and can’t live without!

Jesus Is the Reason...Period

Well, I think we are just about ready for Christmas. All the gifts are bought and boxed and… (oops, I was supposed to mail them yesterday!). Well, the decorations have all been put up… two strands of lights outside and a scrawny Wal-Mart tree inside. Angelynn gets home Friday; she’s the one who usually puts us all up the decorations, so she can take over. But maybe not so much this year-- Marley (her 100 lb German shepherd) probably would eat the decorations… and maybe even the tree! At any rate, I think we’re ready for Christmas. I am glad that this season of the year only comes once a year.

That is one of the problems with our traditional observance of Christmas. It is so seasonal. Most of the things we do during this time of the year we only do during this time of the year. It’s hard to get a good cup of eggnog and a decent slide of fruit cake in July. No one puts up fresh cut or fake trees in their house in March. And we seldom sing carols praising God for the birth of His Son in August. And if I preached a sermon series on the birth of Christ in October, that would seem a bit strange ("Why didn't he wait a couple of months...") . For many, the birth of Jesus and the meaning of His journey to our world is inexorably tied to this one season of the year.

I remember a conversation I had with my Mom around Mother’s Day. I remember it because we had it several times when I was a kid. I’d ask her what she wanted for Mother’s Day. And she would say, “Don’t get me anything; you just be a good little boy.” I hated that! I didn’t WANT to be a good boy; I wanted to buy her a present and be done with it! It’s a lot easier to buy some flowers or a card. Being good all the time is too hard!

The problem with the “True Meaning of Christmas” or the “Christmas Spirit” is that it seems OK to ignore them the rest of the year. Go to church, sing some carols, give some gifts, donate to charity, do some good deeds… and we’re done with Jesus for another year. If Christmas is special at all, then it must be special all the time. If Jesus really was Immanuel, God with us, then He is so all year around. If the baby in the manger really was God made flesh, then that changes everything. If it means anything, then it means everything. And the one thing we can’t do is give Him one day (or 12 days) a year.

Paul talks about the coming of Jesus into the flesh in Philippians— “Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. ” (Philippians 2:6–7). But he says this to make a point. Pointing the Philippians of what we might today call “The Christmas Story” reminds them of the hold Jesus has on their lives and the responsibility they have to have His attitude in the way they treat one another—

“then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. ” (Philippians 2:2–4, NIV)

If the babe of Bethlehem really was God in the flesh, then that fact changes more than the holiday season. It changes everything about everything. Jesus isn’t the reason for the season—He is the reason. Period.

How Adultery Is Like Cheating on Taxes

The newspaper I read every morning is Google News. OK, I’m lazy, I admit it. I could read the New York Times or Wall Street Journal from cover to cover (wait a minute, newspapers don’t have covers). But I figure that if anything has happened in the world overnight that I need to know about, it will be on Google News in the morning. It takes 5 minutes to scan down all the headlines in all the sections, and then you have a pretty good idea of “That’s the way it is…” Google breaks down the news into sections (Top Stories, US News, World News, Sports, etc.) which you can edit and rearrange. The problem is that the same stories can show up over several of the sections, so sometimes all the news seems familiar.

And the story that has been dominated Google News lately has been the woes of Tiger Woods. This story is covered in just about all the sections—Top Stories, US News, Sports (those all make sense). But there are stories in Health News (stress-related health issue brought on by extramarital affairs), Business News (impact on Tiger’s endorsement deals) and even Sci-Tech (cell phones and extramarital affairs). It’s been all Tiger all the time. It’s all so sad.

How common is infidelity? It depends on who you talk to. According to a survey done by the National Opinion Research Center at the University of Chicago, about 25% of men and 17% of women have had extramarital affairs. But several other surveys put the statistics much higher (55% of men and 45% of women). What seems clear is that most marriages (between 65% and 75%) don’t survive the affair. No matter how “enlightened” our time, there is still nothing that destroys a marriage faster than marital infidelity.

I ran across an interesting statistic on the Pew Research Center website. The article is entitled “A Barometer of Modern Morals.” It reports on a study that covered wide range of moral questions and issues that was designed to give a picture of the moral climate in America. The most offensive immoral behavior was marital infidelity (88% believed that was morally offensive). The least offensive behavior was overeating (only 32% saw that as wrong). What caught my eye was what was the second most offensive immoral behavior according to the list—“not reporting all income on your taxes.” A whopping 79% of us believe that is morally offensive, more so than using alcohol excessively (61%), having an abortion (52%) or homosexual activity (50%). On the survey, about the same number of people thought adultery and under-reporting income on your taxes was morally wrong.

So how many people fudge on their taxes? Do you really think only 21% ever fudge on their taxes? We’ve had members do work for the church that wanted to be paid “under the table.” Is the average American really such a stickler about taxes that they see it as being just as immoral as adultery? And maybe that is the problem—we see tax evasion as morally wrong in the abstract, but can turn a blind eye when it occurs to us. After all, a few bucks here or there is really not so big a deal. And maybe that’s why almost everyone believes adultery is wrong but one-fourth to one-half of us are doing it anyway! Morality isn’t very useful if we go ahead and do what we think is wrong!

Solomon gives some very wise and poetic advice in Proverbs 5:15-20. I realize this is poetry, and most of us don’t do poetry, but read this very carefully and you might get the impression that Solomon isn't really be talking about cisterns here--

15 Drink water from your own cistern, running water from your own well.
16 Should your springs overflow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares?
17 Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.
18 May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.
19 A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always,
may you ever be captivated by her love.
20 Why be captivated, my son, by an adulteress? Why embrace the bosom of another man’s wife?

Maybe it’s the next verse that should get our attention when we want to entertain a gap between our moral beliefs and our behavior, “For a man’s ways are in full view of the LORD, and he examines all his paths.” (Proverbs 5:21)

When Fisherman Don't Fish

In his book In The Eye of the Storm, Max Lucado tells this great story about an ill-fated fishing trip he took as a kid with his Dad and his best friend Mark. They set up camp and were looking forward to some great fishing when a cold front came through and as a drizzling, very cold rain. They spend the day playing Monopoly and reading the Reader’s Digest...but things go downhill from there.

The hours passed slowly but they did pass. Night finally came, and we crawled into the sleeping bags dreaming of angling. Were we in for a surprise. The next morning it wasn't the wind that made the door hard to open, it was the ice!

We tried to be cheerful. "No problem," we mumbled. "We can play Monopoly… again. We can reread Reader's Digest and surely we know another joke or two." But as courageous as we tried to be, it was obvious that some of the gray had left the sky and entered our camper.

I began to notice a few things I hadn't seen before. I noticed that Mark had a few personality flaws. He was a bit too cocky about his opinions. He was easily irritated and constantly edgy. He couldn't take any constructive criticism. Even though his socks did stink, he didn't think it was my business to tell him. It was a long day. It was a long, cold night.

When we awoke the next morning to the sound of sleet slapping the canvas, we didn't even pretend to be cheerful. We were flat-out grumpy. Mark became more of a jerk with each passing moment. Dad couldn't do anything right; I wondered how someone so irritable could have such an even-tempered son. We sat in misery the whole day, our fishing equipment still unpacked. The next day was even colder. "We're going home" were my father's first words. No one objected. I learned a hard lesson that week. Not about fishing, but about people. When those who are called to fish don't fish, they fight.

When fishermen don’t fish, they fight! When the church stops looking up (to worship God) and out (to serve and teach others), we start looking inward at ourselves. And when that happens, we start fussing and fighting over issues that aren't really issues. When we were clearly focused on the cross and on reaching out to point others to the cross and to serve others in the name of the cross, then peripheral issues will stay on the periphery. It is during times of peace when soldiers get into fistfights in the barracks; in the middle of a war, you are too focused on the enemy. When fisherman don’t fish, they fight. Maybe we need to get busy fishing.

Back to the Blog

I've been a very bad blogger recently. Not only have I not written anything in a couple of weeks-- I haven't even thought to write anything. I felt really, really bad about this unintended break until I suddenly remembered that no one really reads it anyway! Sigh.

Here's my excuse-- all my spare blogging time has been taken up tinkering my recent upgrade to Windows 7 (from XP). On both my computers. If it wasn't enough to relearn the entire operating system, I also upgraded to MS Office 2010 beta (from Office 2003). That means that everything I do and have to relearn how to do it.

Oh, I also bought a car. I sold my old one for scrap. With a bad engine (the Chrysler 2.7 in it was evidently a bad engine even before it blew up), no AC and a shaky transmission, there was no real idea of repair. It left a good looking corpse though. And the radio still works. If anyone wants to say good-bye to the old Intrepid, it's still sitting down at Leggett and Jones waiting for the car crusher to put it out of its memory.

My new car isn't new... and it isn't really mine yet. But the credit union tells me that I have excellent credit (I felt good about that until I realized that what you do to get good credit is borrow money... that and repay it). So sometime in the next several days I'll take possession of my 2007 Honda CRV. Or is it CR-V? Or C-RV?

The last time I bought a car or changed operating systems was in 2000. So now that's behind me, I should be good to go for another decade. Bck to the blog.