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.

Prosperity Gospel Without the Prosperity?

There is an interesting article in by Hanna Rosin this month’s The Atlantic entitled “Did Christianity Cause the Crash?” Rosin makes an interesting connection (although largely anecdotal) between the rise of the so-called “Prosperity Gospel” (or “Health and Wealth Theology” or “Word of Faith Movement”) and the mortgage collapse that led to the present economic crisis. Many of those taught by their church that faithfulness means that God expects them to have the trappings of wealth were over-optimistic in their use of credit. Rosin suggests that many of the sub-prime mortgages responsible for this present financial darkness were directly marketed to Prosperity Gospel church members through their ministers and pulpits. God wants you to have houses, and here is a way to have one now.

Did the Prosperity Gospel really contribute of the bursting of the mortgage bubble? Read the article and tell me what you think. But it does stand to reason that people take greater financial risks if they really believe that faith guarantees that God will bless all their financial endeavors and enlarge all their financial territory (to use Jabezian language). Paul’s words like “Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another” (Rom 13:8) and “I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation” (Phil 4:12) are lost pretty quickly if you believe that God wants you to have the biggest house and the best car in the neighborhood because somehow that gives glory to Him. Early disciples like Peter and his partners gave up everything to follow Jesus (Mk 10:28) and died penniless in prison as martyrs. Jesus himself had nothing and warned that those who follow him might not do much better (Matt 8:20). How does that fit into the American Dream?

It will be worse than irony if the world comes to sees the church as leading the cultural charge into financial ruin rather than being a help to the poor who are hurt by it!

Theology from Calvin (and Hobbes)

Years ago, I was driving to a Memorial Day softball tournament at camp. I was all ready for the big day— I had had my lucky glove, my lucky cleats and was wearing my lucky sweats (I had to rely a lot on luck). What I didn’t have was my wallet! It was Memorial Day, and the police were doing random traffic stops and I randomly found one. So there I was, in a long line of traffic inching toward judgment waiting to show the state troopers the driver’s license I didn’t have.

Well, maybe my lucky glove was luckier off the field than it was on the field. There were two troopers doing the traffic stop. And I pulled up, Trooper #1 waved me to go on to Trooper #2, who must have thought Trooper #1 was finished with me, so we waved me on through the stop. Either I was really lucky or God didn't want me to pay a fine... or we have really lousy troopers.

So I was completely guilty, and yet I was treated as if I were completely innocent. Not a bad metaphor for grace, really. Grace is the basic message of the gospel. Over and over, the Bible tells us that God through Christ has saved us by his mercy, “not because of righteous things we had done” (Titus 3:5). We are saved by grace through faith to do good works (Eph 2:8-10). Paul warns us that salvation is “not by works, so that no one can boast.” It is important that we get grace straight, because if we think that we are good enough in ourselves, then we will boast.

But we do boast, don't we? One of the characteristics of many who are saved by grace is that they seem to have a lot of trouble extending that grace to others. I am saved by grace, but your life or theology is such a wreck that even grace can't help you. It is almost as if we want the grace community to consist only of us and those who are like us. I remember an old Calvin and Hobbs cartoon where the two are discussing the nature of the universe

Calvin: "You know what the problem is with the universe?” There’s no toll-free customer hot line for complaints! That’s why things don’t get fixed. If the Universe had any decent management, we’d get a full refund if we weren’t completely satisfied."

Hobbes: "But hey, the universe is free."

Calvin: "They should be a cover charge to keep out all the riffraff."

You see, we don’t want grace to be too free … or else all the riffraff will get in! Church folks can be a pretty judgmental lot (not at Denbigh, of course, but at other places). In fact, church can be a downright dangerous place for those who struggle with sin, with their past, with imperfect theology, with addictions… with life. I remember having a discussion with a brother who had a very, very (very) narrow view of divorce and divorced people. He told me (with steam coming out of his ears), “If we don’t get this right, then the church will end up being full of sinners!” Well, the church has always been full of sinners! And we will never get it right enough to change that.

Think about it... If moral or theological perfection is the church’s cover charge that keeps out all the riffraff, then we ALL will find ourselves on the outside looking in… with all the other riffraff.

I Mean Seriously...

Remind me one more time-- why is it that that so many people today have such a hard taking Christianity seriously?

A Tale Told By an Idiot?

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Nothing like a little Shakespeare to brighten up your day, right? Of course, it is a little dangerous to title a blog “a tale told by an idiot.” The idiot, in this case, is not me but Macbeth, who just doesn’t have a very rosy outlook. Life has no meaning, no purpose. It’s all just a bunch of noise until its time to be quiet. Unfortunately, a lot of people seem to live like life is just “a tale told by an idiot…signifying nothing.”

Take Larry Walters as an example. Larry made history in 1982 when he fastened 42 surplus weather balloons to a lawn chair and launched himself skyward. He carried a CB radio and a BB gun to shoot the balloons when it was time to descend. It may be a surprise, but Larry didn’t think this plan through very well. He reached altitudes of 16,000 feet before he started to descend, and was spotted by pilots from both TWA and Delta Airlines. After getting the ride of his life, Larry landed in a residential neighborhood in Long Beach, got tangled in power lines, and caused a power blackout. Unfortunately for Larry, this literally was the ride of his life. Several years later, he decided Macbeth was right, and Larry shot himself to death. He had enough of the thrills and adventure, and there was nothing else except the sound and fury that meant nothing.

Life is supposed to have meaning, right? It is supposed to signify something. Sometimes we live like our purpose is just to get through the day—either trying to hold on while we get all the stuff done that we have to get done or maybe just finding enough stuff to do to fill up the day. Surely there is something more to life than just getting through the day. Carl Jung, the famous psychiatrist, was once asked what was the meaning of life; his answer was, “I don’t know the meaning of life but it looks as if something were meant by it.” Surely there is something more to life than just “a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

For the Christian, there is much more to life than just getting through it. There is purpose and meaning to life because we have been given purpose and meaning by God. Paul wrote--

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. 29 For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. (Romans 8:28-29)

We have been called according to God’s purpose. We were made in his image and are called to be conformed to the likeness of his Son. We are to live in relationship to him and are to live like him. What a high and holy purpose that is—that signifies a lot. May we not get so busy with the details of life today that we forget that we have been given a purpose for today and everyday!

Whose List?

Forbes Magazine releases a list each year of the wealthiest people in the world. They also have another list of the wealthiest celebrities. Well, they released another list last week—the highest earning dead celebrities. Evidently the earning power of some doesn’t end when they die. You’ve probably seen dead stars like John Wayne, Fred Astaire and most recently Chris Farley doing TV commercials through the magic of computer animation. Well, even dead stars don’t work for free, so the Forbes people (who obviously don’t have enough to do) compiled a list of which dead celebrities makes the most.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t either Michael Jackson nor Elvis Presley, though they do rank 3rd and 4th on the list. The top dead breadwinner is French fashion designer Yves Saint Laurent who pulled in a cool $350 million. Number 2 on the list is the team of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein who made $235 million between them. There is even a term that has been coined to describe dead celebrities-- "delebs."

I wonder if Michael Jackson wants to lodge a complaint because obviously Rogers and Hammerstein are two delebs, not one, and are there unfairly listed in the #2 spot. Or is Elvis thinking, “If I would have just gotten my cut from those velvet paintings those guys sell on the side of the road, I could have been #1… thank you, thank you very much.” Do you think J.R.R. Tolkien, Charles Schulz, John Lennon, Theodor Geisel, Albert Einstein or Michael Crichton (rounding out the top ten) care very much about this list? Oh, the heirs who have control over their delebs’ estates care very much. Maybe what the delebs might care about is what Ecclesiastes 2:18,19 says—

I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. And who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have control over all the work into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless.

We know the old saying—you can’t take it with you. To paraphrase the old bumper stick popular in the 80’s, “The one who dies with the most toys—is dead.” Once we are dead, nothing of the things that we treat as so important now will matter. Money, possessions, status, intelligence, beauty, athleticism, accomplishments—once you are dead, they don’t matter at all. Part of the meaninglessness with which Ecclesiastes struggles is how the grave makes everything not matter, “The fate of the fool will overtake me also. What then do I gain by being wise?” (Eccl 2:15).

At the heart of the Christian faith is the certainty that some things do survive the grave. There is coming a time when Jesus’ victory over the tomb will become our victory. Those who trust in Him will live forever, and the good deeds we do now are sent ahead of them as an eternal treasure (see 1 Tim 6:17-19). Maybe it would be wise to spend more time on things that last and less time on things you must leave behind?

Thinking About Thinking About God

Thursday is sermon day, and I am hard at work writing my Sunday sermon (so nobody call me, OK?) . I wasn’t even going to think about writing on the blog; in fact, I hadn’t even thought about not thinking about it. Then my inbox pinged and I had an email from my friend Alan Smith and his TFTD (Thought for the Day). I thought this was right on target, so I decided to share it. Alan won’t mind; he borrowed it from Richard Fairchild’s Not Far From the Kingdom of God. As easy as it was not to think about the blog, it is sometimes very hard to think only about God. Enjoy.

In the days of the circuit riders a minister was out riding one afternoon and came upon a man out working in his field. "Fine day, isn't it?" the minister called out.

"It's fine for you", the man replied, "All you have to do is ride around on that horse thinking about God all day long, while I have to sweat here in this field and then walk home afterward. I don't think it is right you should have things so easy while I have to work so hard."

"On the contrary", the minister answered, "thinking about God is one of the most difficult things you can do. And to prove it, I'll give you this horse if you can think about God and nothing else for one minute."

"You're on," said the man and immediately he sat down in silence. Thirty seconds later he looked up at the minister, and said, "Does that include the saddle?"

I would agree that thinking about God and nothing else is a very difficult thing to do. I would also add, though, that it is just as hard for ministers as it is anyone else! Paul wrote, "Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth." (Colossians 3:2).

But our mind is filled nearly every minute of the day with things on this earth -- concerns about things that have happened, concerns about things that will (or might) happen, concerns about what we have (or don't have), concerns about how to get what we don't have, concerns about people that have done us wrong, concerns about what we want others to do for us.

And our mind is so crowded with the things of this world, that there's just not much room left for God. It's hard to think about God and God alone, for there is so much competing for our attention.

Allow me to give you this challenge -- think about God and nothing else for one minute. If you can achieve that goal, strive for five minutes. May thoughts of God increasingly fill your mind so that you can eventually say with the Psalmist all day long, "I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty, and on Your wondrous works." (Psalm 145:15)

Truth in Advertising

I ran across a report from DailyIndia.com that told of a group of about 6,000 Christians in India that went through a public ceremony to reconvert back to Hinduism. The story told about organized Hindu opposition to Christian missionary work, though that is not the part that is most disturbing. It seems that that Christian missionaries had promised these people that if they converted to Christ, God would given them fancy houses, cars and other material blessings that simply did not materialize (pun intended). One reconverted Hindu said, “I don't have any problem. But they (the Christian missionaries) tempted us. They promised us houses. We stayed with them for two years.”

Back in June, I posted a YouTube video of John Piper (“Is God Enough”) pointing to “Health-and-Wealth” missionaries promising people that God would bless them with, well, health and wealth if they converted to Christianity. God wants his people to prosper, to be healed of all diseases, and to be blessed materially—the same “name-it-and-claim-it” rot taught on religious programming and in many churches in our country. The people in India bought this line, but when God didn’t deliver on His “end of the bargain,” they bolted back to Hinduism. Struggle and persecution wasn’t what they signed up for—they were in it for the house, car and plasma TV. I’m sure their missionary teachers would say that they didn’t have enough faith to “name it and claim it.” Maybe they never really had faith in the Christ of the cross; they just wanted the good life.

We need to be careful about our "truth in advertising." The gospel does not offer a solution to all our financial and relational problems. Paul was successful and prosperous UNTIL be became a Christian. Paul has a lot of friends and admirers UNTIL he became a Christian. Jesus promised that for some, faith would bring a sword, not peace, in their personal relationships (Matt 10:34-39). The problem for which Jesus is the solution is the problem of sin and eternal damnation. Sometimes the only prosperity that Jesus offers in this life is the prosperity of knowing that “heaven will surely be worth it all” (see Rom 8:18-25). What Christ offers is not financial or social prosperity; what Jesus offers is a cross. There are many benefits in this life of living as a Christian, but health and wealth aren't always among them. What God offers those who seek Him is that they will find Him; the greatest blessed God gives us is Himself.

On Translation, Zingers and Grace

On one of our trips to Ukraine, Cindy Byrd and I were invited to meet the family of a teen who had been attending our campaign meetings. We thought that her family had some questions about God and the Bible, and as it turned out, they did. It seems her family had friends who lived in the same tenement building who were Jehovah Witnesses, and they had been studying just long enough to become really confused. They wanted us to come and discuss the Bible with their Jehovah’s Witness friends. I remember thinking that it was a bit ironic that we traveled halfway around the world to get into an argument with some Jehovah’s Witnesses; we could have stayed home and waited for them to come to our door!

The thing we could not have done is discussed the Bible with very argumentative and indoctrinated people (and these folks were both and then some) through a translator. Our hostess was the only person present who spoke both English and Russian, so all the discussion had to go through her. Our JW friends would make impassioned (as in veins bulging in their necks and smoke coming from their nostrils) argument, but then they would have to sit and wait for their words to be translated from Russian into English, then for Cindy or I to respond and then for our words to be translated back into Russian for them. That took a long time… and it let them calm down a bit and kept things on a calmer keel would have been the case if we could have spoken directly. I remember thinking that all theological discussion needs to take place through a translator!

Maybe that is a lesson for us in our marriages, families and church relationships. Maybe rather than responding immediately to what people say to us, we need to wait for the translation. Maybe we need to wait long enough for the words of the flesh (what we want to say) to be translated into the words of the Spirit (what we should say). Paul expects us to translate our “unwholesome talk” (literally “rotten words”) into speech that is helpful and which builds up.

Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. (Ephesians 4:29)

In Colossians 4:6, Paul uses the imagery of seasoning our words with grace, “Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.” Often, in disagreements, we end up saying what makes us feel better rather than saying what is best for the other person. We need to let the Holy Spirit in us translate our words into what the other person really needs to hear. To do that, we need to slow down a bit. That’s hard for me to do… especially when I have a great zinger on the tip of my tongue. But it is that "zinger" that is often the “rotten words” that come from the flesh. We need to let the Spirit translate those into words that are beneficial and build up those who listen.

Matching Our Songs and Our Lives

We sang an interesting mix of songs yesterday— we had traditional hymns (“To God Be the Glory,” “Lord, We Come Before Thee Now”), Stamps-Baxter-type Gospel songs (“Glory-land Way,” “Sing and Be Happy”), and contemporary praise songs (“My God Reigns,” “How Great is Our God”). What tied them altogether was the word “rejoice.” (Our worship theme was "Rejoice in the Lord Always"). God has called his people in every generation to rejoice, so it makes sense that we sang songs from several generations. (OK, we didn’t have any Gregorian chants; maybe next week.) Because all of these songs were “rejoice” songs, they were uptempo and upbeat. They were written in different styles, but they moved… and those songs always move me.

I wonder-- can our happy-clappy “rejoice in the Lord” worship sometimes come across as rather... well, artificial? Sometimes we drag ourselves to church, weighed down with all kinds of issues in our families, finances, jobs, health, etc. We don't feel particularly happy-clappy, but we do feel the pressure to act like everything is "just fine." Is worship putting on a happy face for an hour? Is praise something we plug for an extra buzz of joy? Like this video?

Plug into our HGHD (Holy Ghost Hard Drive) for an extra jolt of joy? Is that what worship is—an artificial infusion of joy? Are we supposed to deny our struggles and hardships for an hour (OK, an hour and twenty minutes) so that we can worship acceptably? I remember an old prayer phrase used a lot in church prayers, “May we leave our worldly cares and concerns behind as we come to worship Thee.” Really? No. We don’t leave our cares behind—we bring them to God!

Jesus said that as long as we’re in the world, we will have troubles (John 16:33). But the rest of the verse is "But take heart! I have overcome the world.” Church isn’t the place where we act like we have no issues so that we can worship God. Church is where we go to be reminded that Jesus has indeed overcome the world and that we will overcome through Him. No, our lives don’t always match up to our songs NOW, but we sing them because one day they WILL match up!

Why, When I Was Your Age

I remember Jeff Walling complaining about the lack of good stories that our generation has to pass down to the next generation. Our folks from “the greatest generation” had lots of great stories— like walking 5 miles to school in the snow barefoot, uphill… both ways. My Dad tells of “chopping cotton” all day so that he could go see a Hopalong Cassidy double feature on Saturday. Mom tells about getting a battery operated radio from somewhere and rummaging around at the dump trying to find batteries to run it. Both talk about the rationing during the war (that would be World War II). But Dad does admit that he had plenty to eat during the depression; he knows that because every time he asked for food, he was told, “No, you’ve had plenty.” Great stories.

My generation just doesn't have stories with the same punch. “Why, when I was your age, we didn’t have remote control’ we had to get up off the couch and walk across the room to change the channels.” In fact, we had to change the channel with a pair of pliers because the TV channel selection knob on our ancient black-n-white TV was broken for years. Somehow that just doesn’t stack up with my Dad’s stories.

Or Paul. Paul’s gives a description of his “good old days” in preaching the gospel. To the folks at Corinth, some of whom has doubted his authority as an apostle, he recounts what he went through “back in the day” in order to preach the gospel—

Five times I received from the Jews the forty lashes minus one. Three times I was beaten with rods, once I was stoned, three times I was shipwrecked, I spent a night and a day in the open sea, I have been constantly on the move. I have been in danger from rivers, in danger from bandits, in danger from my own countrymen, in danger from Gentiles; in danger in the city, in danger in the country, in danger at sea; and in danger from false brothers. I have labored and toiled and have often gone without sleep; I have known hunger and thirst and have often gone without food; I have been cold and naked. Besides everything else, I face daily the pressure of my concern for all the churches. (2 Corinthians 11:24-28)

I really don’t have stories like that. My great-grandfather would ride the train to Texas to preach a meeting and then didn't get paid enough for a return ticket home. I don't have stories like that. Last Sunday, I had a huge canker sore (or “mouth ulcer”) on my tongue, and it literally hurt me to talk as I preached Sunday. Not much of a story. I once had someone tell me after a Sunday sermon, "You are a terrible preacher and I would never come to church here!" I wanted to say, "Good!" But that's even not much of a story.

I wonder if preaching and living the gospel has gotten a bit too easy for us (or for me) in this land of freedom and prosperity. I wonder if we have all gotten a bit spoiled and maybe a little entitled in our expectations of faith. Ultimately, the real problem is not that the stories that we pass down to the next generation are a little weak; the problem is that maybe the faith we pass on may be a little weak as well.

Sermons: Good, Bad and Ugly

I thought my Sunday sermon was going to a pretty good one. Things just fit together particularly well in the preparation, and I thought it was to be one of my better efforts. I was about two-thirds of the way through preaching it when I decided that maybe it wasn’t nearly as good as I thought. Not only did people seem to be tuning me out, but I noticed that they were tuning me out. When I’m really into preaching, a bomb could go off in the auditorium and I wouldn’t notice it. But that Sunday I noticed every yawn and puzzled look. Evidently what I thought was going to be a good sermon (at least on paper) wasn’t such a good sermon.

Yesterday was the other side of the coin. I really didn’t think the sermon yesterday was very good. It was one of those that changed directions in the middle of preparation, and I didn’t think it was crafted very well at all. I seemed to confirm that suspicion when I dozed off while reading over it early Sunday morning! Come on, when you fall asleep during your own sermon, that just can’t be a very good sign, right? But it actually came across pretty well in the delivery, and several people had good things to saw about much they appreciated the message and how badly they needed to hear it. Go figure!

This happens far too often to be a coincidence. I am open to the possibility that everyone realized how bad the sermon was and said all those nice things because they knew that I needed cheering up. It’s also possible that the listeners were more ready/open/needful yesterday and so the seed found more fertile soil. And it is further possible that I am just not a very good judge as to what makes a good sermon.

God uses things in His own way and His time. We don’t have to hit the ball out of the park for Him to do so! Was Paul talking about his preaching prowess when he said, “When I am weak, then am I strong?” So maybe I need more weak sermons for God to use in His own time? Of course, my church probably thinks that’s been my strategy all along. God doesn’t need our service to be the greatest; He only wants it to be faithful. He’ll supply what we lack in power, ability, imagination and all the rest. That is not an excuse for mediocrity in our service, but it is freedom from the feeling that everything is always up to us.

Satanic Bibles?

I have heard of a lot of silly things done in the name of being Biblical. Like the church that insisted that the cup used in communion had to have a handle on it (like a coffee mug) because a cup without a handle wasn’t a cup but a glass. Or the one brother who objected to another brother being an elder because he had gone out on strike with the Teamsters and the Bible says an elder can’t be a striker (1 Tim 3:3, KJV). But I have to admit that this story took me by surprise. One Baptist church in Canton, NC is going to use this Halloween to burn Satanic bibles… Satanic meaning any Bible that isn’t a KJV.

The Amazing Grace Baptist Church in Canton, N.C. will celebrate Halloween by burning Bibles that aren’t the King James Version, as well as music and books and anything else Pastor Marc Grizzard says is a satanic influence.

Among the authors whose books Grizzard plans to burn are well known ministers Rick Warren and Billy Graham because he says they have occasionally used Bibles other than the King James Version, which is the sole biblical source he considers infallible. (Just in case you think I'm making this up.)

Pastor Grizzard goes on to list some additional authors whose books will fuel their bonfire-- Bill Hybels, John McArthur, James Dobson, Charles Swindoll, John Piper, Chuck Colson, and Mother Teresa. Just to show us that he’s as hip as the next guy, Grizzard also mentions guys like Rob Bell, Shane Claiborne, Brennan Manning and William Young. I’m a little bummed that Max Lucado didn’t make the list; what’s a good book burning without some Max Lucado?

Just to show you that good folks at Amazing Grace (that’s ironic, isn’t it?) Baptist Church do have their priorities straight, they will serve barbecued chicken fried chicken and all the sides during the book burning. I’m not sure if they are going to barbecue the chicken over the book-burning bonfire.

Why is it again that so many non-Christians in our postmodern, secular world have such a hard time taking Christianity seriously as a belief system?

East to West

In A Forgiving God in an Unforgiving World, Ron Lee Davis tells the story of a priest in the Philippines. He was a respected man of God, but he carried the burden of a secret sin he had committed many years before. He had repented, but he still had no peace or sense of God's forgiveness.

In his parish, there was this woman who claimed to have visions in which she spoke with Christ. The priest, naturally, was a bit skeptical. But she insisted, and so he told her, "The next time you speak with Christ, ask him what sin your priest committed while he was in seminary." The woman agreed. A few days later the priest asked her, "Well, did Christ visit you in your dreams?" "Yes, he did," she replied. "So did you ask him what sin I committed in seminary?" "Yes." "Well, what did he say?" "He said, 'I don't remember'"

The old saying tells us, “When God forgives, He forgets.” Of course, he doesn’t really forget; God knows everything, and for him to really forget something, he would have to remember what it was that He had to forget! What God does is to decide not to hold our sin against us and to treat us as if we were not sinners. Psalm 103:9-13 says this--

9 He will not always accuse,
nor will he harbor his anger forever;
10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve or
repay us according to our iniquities.
11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
12 as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;

That is the mercy and grace of our God. And that is our only hope for holiness and for heaven. Praise be to God for His glorious grace!

Now, it’s our turn. We need to learn the fine art of forgetfulness too. The church will never be the spiritual family that God wants us to become until we get a lot better at forgiving one another and a whole lot worse at holding grudges. Paul says things like, “Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you” (Col 3:13) and “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you” (Eph 4:32). He should hold grudges with each other only as long as we want God to hold one against us. But if we want to be forgiven, then we had better be forgiving.

I love the Casting Crowns song "East to West" that is taken from the theme of Psalm 103. The songwriter asks Jesus to remind how far away his sin as been removed so that he won’t continue to struggle with his guilt and doubt. But we need to be reminded how far the east is from the west so that we can release our grudges and feelings of resentment to that same place. To be forgiven, we must forgive—

Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west
'Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'Cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other

Protecting Family Values

Lisa Miller wrote an interesting piece in Newsweek entitled “Marriage is Hard.” This caught my attention because it goes along with something we've been talking about in our Sunday class

Miller points to yet another “family values” politician who has a hard time applying his platform to his personal life. This time it is Senator John Ensign of Nevada. He voted to impeach President Clinton following Monica-gate and he supported a constitutional amendment to defend marriage. Sadly, he wasn’t doing much to defend his own marriage. Even as he wrapped himself in the mantle of family values, he was having an affair with one of his interns. Miller holds up Ensign as simply the “latest example of what so many see as the failure of the right to retain any credibility on the marriage question.”

We do have that credibility problem, don’t we? We mentioned before studies that indicate that evangelicals are more likely to become divorced than groups like Catholics, Muslims, Jews, or even atheists. It is hard to be taken seriously as having the answers for families when we aren’t practicing what we preach. Miller writes—

But when evangelicals are leading the charge in the marriage movement (and now, the anti-gay-marriage movement) arguing that sacred unions between one man and one woman are good for society because they're good for children, one would hope that they'd have worked out the kinks a little better than the rest of us.

Ouch! This is an accusation of the worst kind… a true one. If we really want to make a difference in protecting the sanctity of marriage, then we have to do better in our lives, not in our rhetoric. Now if the culture pointed at conservative Christians and said, “Hey, wait a minute—those people don’t ever get divorced…” Then we would have some credibility in talking about family values. Marriage is never going to be protected by presidential fiat or congressional constitutional amendments. It is protected when we live our lives so that it is apparent to all around us that God’s way works.

Miller begins her article by holding up Billy Graham’s policy of never allowing himself to be alone with a woman who was not his wife. He instructed his staffers to help him make sure this policy was followed. Miller writes, “Aware of the significance of his reputation and convinced of the moral value of the Gospel message, he took precautions to guard against his own human weakness.” Now that is how one protects traditional family values!