Bible, Bible Study, Life, Personal, Preaching

Without Love

I may well speak fluently of Calvinism, Reformed, Wesleyan and even Seven Day Adventist within an assemblage of brethren. I can even lead them to a point of excitement and feelings of being accepted as one great body of believers.  Never-the-less, when I walk away, and I see them only as theological misfits, I am nothing more than sound and fury signifying nothing.

I even can preach and teach the great mysteries of theology and apologetics. I can make thoughtful and logical expositional and theological stands.  I can and have used illustrations of media and popular culture in making my three points of homiletics clear.  I have presented the Words of God to such a way that people broke out in song or raised hands in expressions of joy.  If I have opened Gods truth that some were moved to simply sit in awe.  Never-the-less, if I do not care enough to know God myself and those who are loved by that same God, I am nothing but a white noise.

If I create a new vision for the church for new things and buildings are built as one more big edifice to Christianity, but I lose sight of the God I serve and the people that God loves, I am nothing.

If I am well known in the congregation as being one the biggest givers, and I am always there to sponsor the next big thing at the church and always willing to go the conference or barbeque, and I do not show love for those sitting in the corner wanting the most just to be included, they don’t mean a thing.

You see, no matter what I say, or believe or even what I do, if I leave out love, I am a man without hope or worth.

Love is the thing.  Love is never exhausted, it never gets too old, it never runs out of energy.  Love and compassion are more concerned with the other guy than my own selfish desires. Love is giving a couple of dollars to the man standing at a street corner; the very dollars you were going to spend for coffee on the way to church.

Love isn’t about the next big thing that everyone else has.  It is acknowledging all that I have are gifts from Him.

The opposite of love is walking around with the nicest clothes, with head held high, with the expectation that all around you will notice and give you preferential treatment.  It is giving everyone a voice.
It is the realization that you are not that important.  It is the acceptance of equality of idea, belief, stature, hope, dreams, and life.

Love is about sitting in the back at church not wanting to be seen or giving the best piece of pie at the potluck to the person who really needs it. It is giving up your place in line when it is inconvenient. In traffic, it is giving the other guy a way to get in even though he has just cut off three other cars. And when someone does not let you in, you say to yourself, “we all have places to go.”

Love is not caring about a heavenly scorecard keeping the size and quantity of sins for everyone else but me.
Love does not reveal the secrets of other travelers going the same way, instead, love takes delight and joy in new understandings and knowledge.

Love puts up with more than anyone would expect. When things get you down, love is there to bring you back up because God is trust.  Love in you will always be looking for the best in people, best in events, best in circumstances and best in the worst.

For Love, the past is the past and we need not look back with feelings of regret and longing; Love simply keeps going to the ultimate rewards of God.

You see my friends, Love just keeps on going, it never stops, it does not grow weary, it does not slow down because of resistance or age.

All that I have written will be nothing someday.  All the lessons I have diligently prepared and presented in God’s name will be gone and forgotten.

Even the essence of my intellect and understanding will reach a limit.

I can not know it all; I try with all my strength to push one more idea or catchphrase into my limited mind.  But I still know just a little piece of the truth. Everything I have ever learned, explored, understood, known, taught, preached, prayed is and will always be incomplete.  The good news is that when the total, the complete, the absolute, the perfect arrives, my incompleteness will all be eliminated.

When I was a kid, running wild in the streets and hills, I had few responsibilities or wonder.  I spoke of little things and fretted about even smaller things.  But I have grown up and have eliminated all the little things only to be confronted by the things I cannot know.

Today we can’t see the things that are right before our eyes.  There seems to be a wispy cloud between God and me.  I want to see better, I want to find some tool to dispel the mist, but there is none to be found.

Someday the mist will part.  Someday the fog will burn through by a great light. I won’t be long before the crystal-clear day dawns and the sun will cast its warmth upon my face and I will be warmed by it.  We’ll see it all then.  We will see as clearly and keenly as God sees.  Someday the view will be so clear so perfect that we all will see as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!

Until that perfect completeness comes and reveals itself through the new day, we must keep on loving. Faith in the love of God has for us, hope in the inescapable and unchanging Love of God and to simply Love without extravagant limits.  But the best of these is simple and uncomplicated; LOVE!

Culture, Ramblings

Soap box time

I set here at my desk thinking about my two grandchildren and how their lives are saturated by screens.  If it is not a laptop, then a tablet, or even a smartphone.  They seem to be grabbing the very life of my perfect little ones.  I would suppose my mom and dad felt the same way about television, never-the-less, I think it is much worse.  I am not condemning all technology; if I was I would have to throw stones at myself.  I use technology to build Bible studies, sermons, blogs, Christian videos and I am constantly researching the latest insights from great preachers and theologians, all with the help of my computer and its associated screen.  There are concerns.

For those who can absorb information at the rate of hundreds of texts, tweets, emails, Facebook posts, all the while viewing the latest YouTube videos, I can’t imagine by the time they grow into adulthood that a thirty-minute sermon at the church will not be able to hold their attention. It seems there is a shortening of attention span and the lack of a comprehensive learning styles bode well for today’s preachers.  So, does the preacher just keep shortening his sermon and become just one of those legacy things that ultimately pass away?  Or does the preacher of tomorrow have to work harder to open the word and let the Holy Spirit lead to all understanding?  I think the latter.

This social media generation is also being fed by this all-encompassing media blast a very low view of authority.  I believe social media and the tyranny of the screen exclaims itself as the great equalizer.  Everyone has a voice. Facebook tells us we have the right to post the most trivial and the most mundane events, with the expectation that all your friends will read them will all due attention and comment and press the like button. My trip was so good you have to envy me. Opinions become egalitarian; everyone’s post or reaction to a post is presumably important to the whole world.  Everyone has an opinion and there is an assumed equality of importance.  There is no authority other than the mob.  With total equality, there is no authority.  The pastor’s views are no more valid than the teen.

This Facebook mentality is simply too easy.  It requires no commitment beyond a simple click.  We control the message, the duration, intensity, and level of contact. At any moment, we can simply stop reading.  Only to be pulled back because we feel left out.  The level of true understanding of people and committing to a relationship is simply not there.

Some would disagree and state, “I know a lot more than if I wasn’t online.”  I know when my cousin is in her garden, I know about my brother is safe, I know what was preached on in three prior church affiliations; all good stuff. But it is all on a surface level. In her book Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other (2011), MIT professor Sherry Turkle observes, “On social-networking sites such as Facebook, we think we will be presenting ourselves, but our profile ends up as somebody else—often the fantasy of who we want to be”. My friended friends might well feel as though they are connected, but, they are just a little further away from who they really are.

There is an art of writing.  To look at a sentence and know it is what is intended, just feels good. When I read most Facebook posts it looks like the education level of the writer is still in the fifth grade. Sure, it is easier to leave a voicemail or send an email than to talk to someone face to face. Turkle notes. “The new technologies allow us to ‘dial down’ human contact”.  Yet we seem to crave real contact and settle for much less.

The solution?  It is not going into a hole and throwing away all our screens.  They are just tools.  From my view from the pre-screen era is that technology is not sinful.  But like any other tool, it can well add an additional vehicle for it.  Where two or three are gathered together, I will be in their company. Turn off the screens and open your Bibles.  Contact someone today and tell them you love them and explain why.  A relationship has to be more than an icon to be clicked on to show your affection.

Bible, Culture, Life, Personal, Sermon Illustration

Knowing and knowing

In teaching ten men on a weekly basis, I have often reached conclusions in my own personal study as I prepare.  Sometimes they are nothing more than a black hole dragging me away from the subject I was trying to understand.  The word “know” throughout the Bible has been most often related to a relationship.  It is more than head knowledge.  It is coming to point of value to the thing or person you have come to know.  It is not just a compilation of facts.  It is coming to understanding and that understanding is worth something.  Only with a sense of importance and a value, does it become known.

An example may help here.  I was returning from Oakland airport after picking up a special visitor to my home.  I left the airport and my GPS device reported immediately there was going to be a 20-minute delay on my chosen route home.  Intellectually I understood what 20 minutes were.  It was a simple inconvenience.  So we pulled into the prime commute traffic heading North.  About three miles down the road I hit the traffic.  in which no one was going anywhere fast.

After experiencing this congestion for seven minutes, my mind told me there would be a reprieve in a couple of minutes or so.  At that point my trusty GPS reported a change in the traffic pattern, “there will be a 54-minute delay on your route. My intellectual understanding of being inconvenienced changed to knowledge.  As we moved as a dreadnaught of hundreds of cars down the five lanes of traffic, I began to be a little irritated with little things.  Little things like motorcycles whizzing down between cars with only inches to spare started to irritate me a little.  I started keeping track of two or three cars that seemed to want to change lanes with every opportunity to gain on the rest of us willing to go with the flow.  It was nerve-wracking.

I was really getting to know traffic. When you know something beyond a simple understanding and then when you become a part of it you are changed.  To know of a future delay and becoming part of it is two separate things.  When you know something as the Bible uses know, then you have to live it. To know is experiencing and being changed by it.  It affects your feelings, your hopes, your dreams, and even your driving habits.

John 17:24 is John’s intent to tell us about knowing God.  His intent is to tell us that knowing God is more than an intellectual head knowledge.  Knowing God is seeing the value.  Knowing God is the relationship.  Knowing God is being changed.  Knowing God is an intimacy. Knowing is more than a warning of an impending delay in my plans, any more than our concept of hell slowing us down.

Life, Personal, Psycolog, Ramblings

Pondering is better than quibbling.

I have been making a concerted attempt at teaching my grandson a few things about numbers.  Once you get beyond the rote memorization and tedium of the times tables there is an elegance to numbers. We talked about prime numbers, you know those numbers that are only divisible itself and one.  1,2,3,5,7,11,13,19,23,29,31,37,41, and on and on.  As we sat together in my study we pondered this list of numbers.  We were wise owls staring into the night as I explained, “as numbers get bigger and bigger there are fewer and fewer prime numbers and like numbers themselves, they go on for infinity.”

It looked as if his head was going to explode.  Mind you he is getting ready to enter the fifth grade, and the relativity of numbers and infinity itself is some of those things that probably needs to held back to at least the seventh grade.  But it was an introduction.  A beginning of a thought pattern that could well carry through to the rest of his life.

For me, there is a thirst for learning that can’t quite be quenched. There is a little itch that cannot be scratched urging me on.  It is more than a want to just rearrange the ideas and facts of others.  I must find the new, the encouraging, the frightful, the consoling, the special in everything I see.  When I am disappointed in someone or experience a slightly hurtful comment, I go to my special place of wonder.  I look out at the world around me and try to discover something new.  You might well call this escapism, or even an unwillingness to face the reality that people sometimes hurt me without knowing.  But for me, it is better than lashing out or making my own snide comment.

Of all the comments, slurs, circumstances, and disappointments that Jesus went through, I see very few instances of Him lashing out.  Don’t get me wrong, I am no Jesus.  Nevertheless, I think it is just better this way.  I will not waste my pondering on quibbles.

Culture, Life, Motivation

All of a sudden

Driving across town to do a simple errand I was late.  Every stop light seemed to be just turning red as I approached.  Every light brought on a small incremental growth of frustration.  Call it happenstance, coincidence or luck, but I came upon three green lights in a row.  My countenance lightened as the journey came to an end.  Pulling into the parking lot of my destination I realized I was on time for my appointment.

I have personally experienced instantaneous healings.  I have also heard testimonies of God healing people in a single moment of faith.  But as often as not it was preceded by months or years of faithful praying for that breakthrough. The world I live in has become an instant soup kind of world.  Microwaves, 260 channels on widescreen televisions provide entertainment with a push of a button on a remote control. Today’s culture has embraced the instant, and sometimes we forget the importance of persistence and our Biblical mandate to not give up when the going gets tough.

Before the beginning of the world, there was a plan for Jesus to come into this world. But when the day came for Mary to give birth there was no room in the inn. You would think if God had this perfect plan of bringing the savior to the world he could have made reservations.  Even in promises, even in the promises of God, there will be challenges.  Even when God is in something, problems can and following the reservation less Jesus, often will present themselves.

We look at our local churches and fully expect that if God is in something, it’ll work out perfectly.  But sometimes it does not.  Some Churches do not thrive, some even shut their doors, years of prayers and hopes seemingly unheard.

But they are just stop lights in our paths. Sometimes it takes a long time for God to act suddenly.

Church, Motivation

The Church is not the center of Christian life

For a great number of Christians, the obligatory weekly service is the sum total or center of their Christian life.  We are good at gathering together to backslap each other and if we really in the spirit to give someone a hug.  But as they drive away from the congregation, there is no sense of mission.

Our mission is not found within the hallowed halls of some great or small building, it is on the outside.  The mission of the real church, the body of Christ, is in the marketplace.  From the preaching and life of Jesus, as he taught the twelve, and lived his teaching, look closely and you will find them in the marketplace.  It is the central location of want.  It was where the neediest were found.  The marketplace, the place where needs are most felt, is the place for the church.

It is not enough for the organization we call the church to hang a pretty sign upon its facade and call it done.  The world will not come to us.  We dare not wait for the grand influx of bodies to join us in our holy alcove. When we rub shoulders day after day with those who are lost we become the church to them.  People in need of the power and grace to get through the day, need Jesus.  When we go out and be one of them, but not of them we are answering the prayer of Jesus in John 17. We are the living and breathing answer to God.

 

Life, Personal, Theology

Micro and Macro, The Small and the Big

I have walked the walk for quite a few years.  I have lived in the hope of God and am justified by His grace.  But there seems to be a place in which struggle.  In my study of John 17: 12,13,15 my conundrum has raised its head again.  It is all a matter of the big and the small. It is struggling with the very nature of God.  I have a real and weighty respect for God, but I question at times whether God in His infinite glory and majesty would take any mind of my plight.  Jesus prayed that Holy Father would protect. And that is the issue of macro and micro.

I have a heavenly check-off list:

  • Grace – God’s unmerited favor to all freely offered and accepted
  • Forgiveness – God offering to wash them away
  • Calling – God offering to all a specific and perfect path to do His will
  • Salvation – A pledged promise to redeem us from the curse of sin
  • Love – An embracing sweet presence and concern.
  • Heaven – A promise for a perfected end and new beginning

But all these things are offered and spread out to all that would accept and believe.  This is God in the Macro or the big things. God the ultimate good, just, holy, Glorious, truth, revealed in His only Son, BUT IS HE INTERESTED IN ME?

I have lived my life with God in the Macro never in the micro. Big things “red sea, scribed tablets, burning bushes, Jesus, Cross, second coming, were all big things.  I have peace, I have fits of joy, I have a working relationship with God. But I still struggle that this infinite God would have the interest to care for me as an individual. Does God care about the individual? Does He care for me personally?
I look up into the starry sky I feel small. I am but a tiny speck among 7.6 million other small specks living on another speck amid an immeasurable universe.

But here in the final prayer of Jesus among his disciples, He prays to His Father that they will be protected.  I don’t see that protection, but it must be there.  The Father never denied the Son of any request.  I have to see it by faith and realize that He is an active force that has put His hand between me and millions of circumstances and problems.  Like a wreck that never happened when I was going down to the local Safeway, I have to accept it as his protection.

What do you think?

Motivation, Personal

Birthdays

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My birthday was yesterday.  I am feeling old.  My bones hurt.  Oh, for the days of jumping from rock to rock in a rushing stream to find an elusive trout.  It is the wear and tear of the daily living that seems to have ripped the desire to pursue my dreams and to shadow my hopes.

With repeated attempts, I find myself unable to reach my greatest intentions. I am not giving up, but I seem to be losing my grip on the things that seemed to matter to me so much over the years.  My greatest fear is getting to a place where I simply say, “what is the use.”  What is the use to continue my quest to help where I can?  What is the use to feed the next generation with my learned lessons of life, if they seem oblivious to the insight? When life was young there was an inner zest, or maybe a simple twitch toward the moral battle rightly engaged.  There was a foe to slay, a flock to shepherd and protect, but now, what am I to do?

All sorts of compromises have been made as practical adjustments to the world in which we live. Legitimate hopes and dreams have been lost in the fog.  Griefs settle upon me as I see myself more like Don Quixote battling windmills than King Arthur fighting the good fight. The struggle seems to have dulled my sword and now has become difficult to hold it up.

My bed beckons me each evening but I can’t sleep because of all the little naps taken to get through the day.  The question, “what is the use” seems more and more close.

This does not mean that I will cease battling.  I will continue to fight the good fight, I will finish my race.  Just because I can not run 100 yards does not mean I am giving up to self-indulgence and retire to the companionship of my easy chair.  I will, and I am doing my part to make a difference.  I have not lost the zest of the moral struggle.  I may hang on grimly to the end, but with the inner fire not quite as bright as it was back in the day, I will keep on keeping on.

The fire is still burning within me and even if no one comes by to warm themselves by it, I will keep it lit.

Your comments are requested.

Life, Personal, Short Quotes

Fathers and sons

Matthew 3:9 in the NIV says: Don’t think you can say to yourselves, ‘We have father Abraham!’ because I tell you that God can raise up descendants for Abraham from these stones.

There were those in the times of Jesus who claimed a right to Heaven just because they were born into a family.  May I just say in no uncertain terms: God is not much interested in the lineage of parents than in the life of the children.

Just saying.

Personal, Politics

Yes is Yes

Decisiveness is a quality lost in the world we live in.  There seems to be a new art in being able to say yes and no to the same question.  We don’t want to offend anyone so much we simply end up saying nothing.  I was raised in a household of loudness.  No idea was out of bounds if it was bespoken with conviction and subsequently backed up with facts.  Loudness was the attention mechanism and the concept was the substance.  But today, the weakest voices are the ones we seem to be listening to the most.

It is the little voices that cry out, “it is not fair”. Case in point: The idea that the current president was not elected by the people because he did not get the most votes.  While at first blush we think this is a travesty; it was not fair. Never-the-less it is still the best mechanism in the election of our highest office.  If it were not for the electoral college, only the most populated states would have it there way, while states like Montana would just be totally neglected.  It would be like two wolves looking at a sheep and deciding a menu. Our system says an unequivocal yes to the method of checks and balances in our government.  It may not seem “fair” to some (probably because they voted for the other candidate) but it is. No wonder it takes a super-majority of the Congress and two-thirds of the states to change the constitution.

You may not like the outcome.  You may have wanted to come out some other way.  But in retrospect, the election was an absolute “yes”.  There is no maybe. There is no, not really president: he is president. If you don’t like it, raise your voice and be loud but back it up with facts.

The Study of God and Life