Sunday, 22 December 2019

Maybe God Loves A Good Clean Joke Too

There is an awesome chapter in the Bible that deals with the subject of "time." It is Ecclesiastes chapter three. It begins with, "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven." Look at that again; "every" activity.

Well, as you may or may not know, aside from the pastoral side of me (Yes, I used to be a pastor), I am also a bit of a humorist; I love a good old fashioned clean joke. I even have a second blog dedicated partly to this other side of me; I call it, The Other Side of Will.

Going back to our chapter in Ecclesiastes three, verse four includes "a time to laugh." I take that to mean that God must love laughter too, and maybe by default, a good clean joke as well. If He created all things and said, "it was very good" (Genesis 1:31), then just maybe, that included the creation of humour.

As such, I have now and then been playing with the creation of memes, most of which are comical in nature. One such meme was featured on this post that I entitled, Laughter Is Good Medicine.

However, the first meme on this post with the clock reminded me of a post I wrote way back in February of 2012: Time: The Great Obsession. Are we obsessed with time? Perhaps we are.

This past year, as I approached my last birthday, I was hit especially hard with the concept of time. No other birthday that I can remember has bothered me as much as this one strangely did. Somehow, I managed to reach my 60's. Shoot, I remember hitting my 30's, half my current age, and thinking I was old. What happened?! 60 years old?! Maybe I too am obsessed with time. Certainly my own personal longevity has somehow managed to find its way to the forefront of my consciousness. Then again, if both of my own grandfather's longevity were somehow relevant (they both lived well into their 90's), then maybe I still have a third of my lifetime yet ahead of me. Time; are we obsessed with it?

So rather than reinventing the proverbial wheel, and rewriting that which has already been written, in closing I would invite you to revisit this post from yesteryear with me:

Time: The Great Obsession

Are we obsessed with time? Hmm, I wonder. Peace and blessings, my friends. 😊

Saturday, 21 December 2019

Half-Built Sidewalks

"To progress is always to begin, always to begin again."
(Martin Luther)

Recently my better half and I were at an appointment in a nearby city. We arrived a little early, and so to kill some time, went for a bit of a walk along a sidewalk adjacent to the meeting location. Not far into our walk, the sidewalk came to a sudden and abrupt end.

I suppose we could have carried on walking on the grass beyond the end of the sidewalk, as others obviously had previously done, but chose not to. We opted instead to turn around and go back the way we came, but not before snapping this picture, as it reminded us of these words Jesus once spoke.

Consider the cost …

Looking back over some of my life's events, I am reminded of how many times I got myself into an unfortunate  predicament that likely could have been avoided had I first spend a little more time considering the cost of every day decisions. Personal and business decisions, which if they had been thought through a little better ahead of time, could have saved tens of thousands of dollars and possibly created an earlier retirement. Unnecessary and frequent job changes, residence changes, vehicle changes, expensive toys; to mention but a few. Each in their own way, cost huge dollars, some of which I am still paying for with interest.

Faith can be like that too. Though we may have come to the faith many years ago, sometimes it seems like we're still making decisions that keep us on a diet of spiritual pablum instead of meat and potatoes. As Hebrews 5:12 says, "In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God's word all over again. You need milk, not solid food!" Perhaps our Christian walks could have been a little more mature by now had we made a few different decisions along the faith journey. Sometimes it seems like we have left the proverbial tower (or sidewalk) only half-built. However, we mustn't let that get us down; our stories aren't over yet and thankfully God is not finished with us yet. Besides, ultimately He is the architect and builder of the sidewalk; we aren't. Thankfully our faith allows, and even encourages us, to begin again.

If anyone comes to me …

Jesus said, "And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple" (Luke 14:27). What is this cross that we are called to carry? Is it the same for both you and me? Are we really carrying it, or only fooling ourselves? Are we really Jesus' disciples? Do we need to hit the restart button? (At the risk of digressing into another whole topic, which is probably better left for another post, Jesus' parable of the unmerciful servant suddenly also comes to mind.)

Before we can consider the cost of discipleship we need to understand what discipleship is. I cannot help but think that what Jesus was referring to in the previous verse is a radical decision made by you and me that ultimately involves the complete denial of our own selves. Could it be that confessing Christ is only half the cost, much like leaving the sidewalk only half-built? Is perhaps self denial the other half? Part of considering the cost is acknowledging that, by accepting Christ, we have given Him the full right to our lives. It is no longer a matter of what you and I want, but of what Christ wants. This doesn't mean that we cannot enjoy life's pleasures, but rather being fully in tune with what Jesus wants from and through us, is the greater goal and priority and cost.

Taken one step further, a condemned criminal was required to carry their own cross, symbolic perhaps, of the fact that they would not be coming back. Likewise, if I carry my own cross, I am saying to the world that I too won't be coming back; the old me is gone, the new me now has his existence tightly woven into Jesus. It is God's will that now governs my life, and not my own will or desires. Whatever my previous desires once were I've laid at the foot of the cross.

The Half-Built Sidewalk …

Am I there yet? In spirit, hopefully yes. In the flesh, not even close! Some days I feel more like a pseudo-disciple at best than the real disciple that Jesus would have me to be. While my faith-walk is sometimes on a relatively smooth sidewalk, that sidewalk often seems shorter than it should be as it unexpectedly seems to lead to nowhere. In fact, sometimes it too seems only half-built as I've often fallen off the sidewalk and wallowed in the dirt on the other end. God have mercy!

Maybe that's just how God designed this thing called life. Maybe half-built sidewalks of faith are part of His perfect plan. After all, if life were one smooth and nicely paved sidewalk from start to end, without some dirt here and there, how would we ever learn to trust Jesus? If the sidewalk didn't appear to come to a sudden and abrupt end now and then, would we even come to the realisation that we desperately need a Saviour? I wonder.

I love what Paul says in Philippians 1:6, "I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus" (emphasis mine).

Yes, our faith walks sometimes do seem like half-built sidewalks, but the good news is, God doesn't intend to leave them that way. He has another proverbial concrete truck just around the corner ready to bring to completion that good work, that sidewalk, that He already began in you. Praise God that we can rest in that.

Thanks for stopping by and sharing my humble musing. Peace and blessings, my friends.

God is good 😊

Monday, 16 December 2019

Each of Us Is An Innkeeper

"and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn."
(Luke 2:7; NIV)

This morning my wife and I both had a bit of an epiphany. While they came to us separately, when we later shared them with each other, it amazed us how they were really one and the same. We wondered if God might be saying something? Hmm, certainly for us it begged the question.

In her quiet devotional time, my wife came across two quotes attributed to Charles Spurgeon that caused her to pause and reflect. First, "For this child is not born to you unless you are born to this child." Secondly, "If you have room for Christ, then from this day forth remember, the world has no room for you." As she reflected upon those words, at the other end of the house in my own quiet place I came across the above beautiful image as I meditated on the birth narratives in the Gospels.

Each of us is an innkeeper.

I like that. I've never heard it put that way before, but I think it's true; we each have a decision to make as to whether or not we will choose to make room for Jesus. As the busyness of life races on, is there room for Jesus? Is there room for Jesus amidst the stressors of the job or the unemployment line? Is there room for Jesus on the school campus and during exam week? Is there room for Jesus in our entertainment choices and social gatherings? Is there room for Jesus when the kids are sick or a loved one passes away? Innkeeper, is there room for Jesus in you? Is there room for Jesus in me?

"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." (Isaiah 9:6; NIV)

Going back to the Spurgeon quote, as much as the child Jesus was/is born to us, we too must be born to the child. Reborn, or born again if you'd rather, in and to Him. Spiritual rebirth into a new life. Jesus as our first priority, knowing that if He is truly first, all else will fall into its proper place in due course. Innkeeper, is there room for Jesus in you? Is there room for Jesus in me?

The paradox is seen in the second Spurgeon quote. If we make room for Jesus, the world strangely no longer seems to have room for us. Almost any cursory reading of any church history text will produce evidence of some measure of persecution or disassociation by the world towards those who have made room for Jesus. This is still true today. It's a choice and a decision that sooner or later, we all must make. Make no room for Jesus, and the world will generally love and accept you as its own; make room for Jesus, and the world has no room for you. That's okay if the world has no room for me. After all,

"What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?" (Mark 8: 36-37; NIV)

Don't forfeit your soul. The babe in the manger comes as God's gift to mankind, but like all gifts, they must be accepted; room must be made in the inn of our lives. Innkeeper, is there room for Jesus in you? Is there room for Jesus in me? May it be so.

Something to think about.

From our home to yours, Merry Christmas.
Peace and Blessings.

You may also be interested in: What Christmas Means to Me by C.S.Lewis.

Photo Source: Unknown

Sunday, 24 November 2019

The Quiet Place

There is an interesting passage in the Gospels that says, "The apostles gathered around Jesus and reported to him all they had done and taught. Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, 'Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.'" (Mark 6: 30-31; NIV)

The "quiet place" …

Doesn't that sound wonderful? In the bustle and hustle of our busy noisy world, a quiet place. In the workplace's plethora of stressors, a quiet place. When the job is sometimes so insanely busy that you don't even have a chance to stop and eat lunch, a quiet place. When introverts, like me, are pushed beyond our comfort zones in an extroverted world, a quiet place.

I love that. I need that. My quiet place is a simple but comfortable recliner in a corner of my living room. A small table for Bible and books on my left hand, and another small table on my right for my coffee. Conspicuously absent from my quiet place is a TV. There is not even the distraction of music when I'm in my quiet place. There are times and places elsewhere in the house for that. No noise. No distractions. No interruptions. The place is … quiet.

My quiet place is where I often go to in the wee hours of the morning when I find myself not sleeping. While the rest of the house slumbers on, including the dog, I like to curl up with my Bible and cup of coffee and quietly listen for what the Lord desires to tell me. Who knows; perhaps that's why I often awaken at 3:00am. It's a place for prayer and for meditation. It's a place for seeking God. It's a place for quieting my soul and finding much needed internal peace. "Seek peace and pursue it," says 1 Peter 3:11. My quiet place is my sanctuary.

My quiet place is also where I often go to after work to destress and to try an clear my head from the day's shenanigans. As a confessed bibliophile, with an extensive personal library that seems to have the ability to constantly grow in volumes, my quiet place is where I enjoy those literary treasures.

The one time my quiet place is not so quiet, however, is when the grandkids come over and climb on their Opa's lap. While then no longer quiet, the wiggling little priceless treasures are guaranteed to make it a memorable and enjoyable place as well.

Peace and blessings, friends. May you find and enjoy your own quiet place as well.

"He leads me beside quiet waters"
Psalm 23:2

Thursday, 21 November 2019

The Blessing

There are days when I just don't know how I'm going to be able to carry on. Do you ever have days like that? I'm sure you do too.

Perhaps it's all a part of being a member of the human race, compounded by existing in a fallen world. Sin? Stress? A combination of both, combined with perhaps countless other contributors? Who knows?! Sometimes life just sucks, despite our best efforts!

All theology aside, I've had a plethora of days like that lately.

However, almost three years ago, something happened to me that helped to greatly reduce the anxiety and stress of those workplace blues; I became a grandfather, or as I'm now known, an Opa. Suddenly, that infamous and anonymous mantra, "If I'd known grandkids could be this much fun, I'd have had them first," seemed to make a lot of sense. Life suddenly turned a new page and became unbelievably joyous once again. Strange how the arrival of a grandchild (or two, in my case) can have such a profound effect.

Yesterday, after work, the plan was that I would go to my daughter's home, and pick up my wife who had been visiting and helping out there for most of the day. As usual, my brain was toast; the workplace junk of the day had all but sapped the life out of me. Still, dutifully after work I went as planned; my better half needed a ride home, and a quick hello and hug with the grandbabies is, of course, always a welcomed benefit too.

I walked into my daughter's house and she greeted me with, "Do you want a little girl?" The tired side of me wanted to say, "No." The Opa side of me instinctively said, "Yes." My little 8-month old granddaughter was crying buckets of big tears, as she went through the pain of teething. I know that all you parents and grandparents can relate.

I walked up to her, speaking softly to her and wiping those giant tears with my finger, and she began to settle down and even smile at me. Whatever my previous problems were, were no longer relevant; a precious little girl was teething, and apparently needing her Opa. That became the priority.

Meanwhile, my almost three year old grandson was downstairs playing with my wife. He heard me come in, and promptly ran upstairs to see his Opa. It wasn't long before both grandbabies were bouncing on my lap and having a good time (my daughter even captured the moment on a beautiful photo, which I shall always cherish).

After a while, who really knows how long, my granddaughter wound up back in my daughter's arms. Suddenly, out of the blue, my grandson looks up at me and says, "Opa, sing me a song." Before I knew it, and completely unrehearsed, I softly sang to him, "Jesus loves me." Throughout my less than stellar performance, my grandson put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around my neck for what could have been an eternity. As I stumbled through the song, hoping I didn't screw up the lyrics too badly, he just sat there quietly and held on tight.

Three year olds never sit quietly for much … ever.

When finally the beautiful stranglehold embrace subsided, a new peace resided in my heart. Whatever the junk of the business world was that had previously torn me apart, suddenly and strangely was completely absent. I was fussing about … what?

Maybe that's why God created grandchildren; they were blessed with the beautiful ability of calming down the nerves of us old codgers, who have wrestled our workplaces for more years than we can or want to admit, settling us down and reminding us that, God is good.

Peace and Blessings, my friends. God is good.

"May you see your children's children!"
Psalm 128:6

Friday, 15 November 2019

From the Scriptorium

So what do you, my Christian brother and sister, do for morning devotions?

Three years ago, about Thanksgiving weekend 2016 (Canadian Thanksgiving is in October), my son turned me on to the idea of copying the New Testament by hand. Bored with the humdrum of what had become my morning devotions, and yearning for something new and a little more fulfilling, I was up for the challenge. Copy the entire New Testament by hand? Well why not?!

This was not a totally new idea for me. I was reminded of a Christian brother that I used to work with some years back who had done something similar. He had decided to create a hand written New Testament for each of his children as a High School graduation gift. If memory serves me correct, he had four children. Therefore, if he kept to this goal, he would have copied the New Testament by hand four times. While I'm not sure if he succeeded or not, I thought it an admirable goal.

So here we were, Thanksgiving 2016, and my son and daughter-in-law were back home for a visit. Over the long weekend, somehow the topic came up and he turned me on to the idea of copying the New Testament by hand as a devotional project. Suddenly, reminded of my former coworker who had done likewise, I bought into the idea. Cool. What a great idea!

I went to our local Chapters and bought a few beautiful green lined journals, with an embossed tree on the cover. I liked them instantly, thinking of how they reminded me of the biblical tree of life. How appropriate, I thought; Bible and tree of life. Eventually there would be ten volumes making up the set.

Unlike most Bibles, my handwritten version had no chapter or verses, with the exception of a header reference on the top left page corner. I also omitted paragraph divisions, which in my way of thinking, made it a little closer to the style of the original book/letter. I did, however, choose to add the sectional headings provided by the translation I was copying.

Well, in a much quicker time than I had anticipated, I completed copying the whole New Testament, from Matthew through Revelation. Now what? Since I wasn't ready to quit just yet, and since I was enjoying the project, I thought of adding the Psalms and Proverbs. I quickly scrapped that idea and decided to go back to Genesis and head through the Old Testament, all the way to Malachi. Well suddenly, about 37-months after beginning with this devotional project, I found myself on November 15, 2019, having completed copying the entire Bible, from Genesis through Revelation. Wow! What a bitter-sweet sense of accomplishment; bitter-sweet because of both the accomplishment, and the inevitable "now what?" question.

Next, as a hobby woodworker and leather carver, I am thinking of making a wooden slipcase for my ten-volume Bible, perhaps inlaid with some hand-carved leather. When completed, this may make a nice family heirloom to leave to my children and grandchildren.

So here we are. Please forgive my momentary pride; I just hand-wrote the entire Bible! I wonder if the amanuensis of old felt the same jubilation in their scriptoriums upon completing their copy of the Scriptures assigned to them? Hmm.

May God bless me with a glimpse into a new early-morning devotional routine that gives me a deeper understanding and following of Him. May He bless you with an equally rewarding quiet time.

Peace and Blessings, my brothers and sisters. God is good!

You may also be interested in seeing these related posts:
My Devotional Life: A Three Year Anniversary
My Devotional Life: A Handwritten Bible
Me as an Amanuensis: Morning Devotional's Next Level?
Morning Devotions Are Awesome Once Again

Sunday, 13 October 2019

My Devotional Life: A Three Year Anniversary

Thanksgiving weekend is once again upon us. Besides reflecting on the plethora of things that I have to be thankful for, I am reminded that this weekend also marks an anniversary. It was three years ago, Thanksgiving 2016, that I embarked on an incredible devotional pilgrimage. Looking back, I never imagined that three years later it would still be a part of my early morning routine.

What I embarked on was the quest of creating a handwritten Bible. Actually, the original goal was simply the copying the New Testament. However, when that journey was finished much quicker than I anticipated, I was not yet ready to quit; I was enjoying the project too much. I remember thinking that maybe I should just add Psalms and Proverbs, and then call it good. The more I thought of it, the more I decided that what I'd really like to do is to go straight back to Genesis and see how far I could get through the Old Testament as well.

So now, three years later, not only have I completed the entire New Testament, but I have also travelled from Genesis through to about the middle of Daniel. Another week or so, and Lord willing I'll be on the final leg with just the twelve Minor Prophets to go. By Christmas I could actually be done, having hand-copied all sixty six books of the Bible, from Genesis through Revelation. While no doubt an achievement, it is also a bitter-sweet one, since this has been such an important part of my day.

Well there you have it; my early morning devotional routine of the past three years. I can't wait to see where the Lord takes me next. Peace and Blessings.

If you've undertaken something similar, do drop me a note in the comment box. I'd love to hear about it.
For more on this, see also: My Devotional Life: A Handwritten Bible

Sunday, 14 April 2019

Homelessness: When a Picture is Worth a 1000 Words

I've got nothing!

No words. No explanations. No pat answers. No quasi feel-good Bible verses to make it all somehow okay. No, it's not okay.

I've got nothing but bewilderment. Man's inhumanity to man. Sigh.

Does God care? Yes, I have no doubt about that. Then why does He allow hunger and homelessness? Maybe the better question is: Why do we allow it? Hmm. I have no answers. I've got nothing; nothing but a reminder of something that Jesus once said, "Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head" (Mt.8:20). If Jesus walked the earth today, I wonder where we'd find him sleeping at the end of a long day? Oh God, have mercy! Oh God, forgive our inhumanity!

No one knows your glory
No one knows your shame
No one's heard your story
And no one knows your name.

No one's gonna ask you
No one will reply
No one's gonna hear your truth
And no one hears your lie.

No one knows your troubles
No one feels your pains
No one feels your heartbeat
As the blood pumps through your veins.

Until the world feels compassion
For a life that's gone astray
Until giving is in fashion
There is no other way …

No one warms your blankets
No one draws your sheets
No one offers comfort
As you wander through the streets.

It's not the life you've chosen
Or what you had in mind
To live among the homeless
And beg beside the blind.

No one knows your glory
No one knows your shame
No one's heard your story
And no one knows your name.

Until the world feels compassion
For a life that's gone astray
Until giving is in fashion
There is no other way …

Yes, a picture really is worth a 1000 words. May we let that image sink in and meditate upon it, until "giving is in fashion;" and until someone cares enough to really listen to the pain. Oh God, have mercy! There but for the grace of God, go I. Peace.

Photo Source: Unknown
Poem Source: Vincent LeVine

Sunday, 7 April 2019

Laughter is Good Medicine

"All the fat is the Lord's"
(Leviticus 3:16)

Lately I've started playing with creating my own memes. Why? Because the truth is, I don't think we Christians laugh enough, and in my way of thinking, that's a shame. Laughter is God-created too. He must have had a reason for it.

Memes are great because they're short easy to read messages. They can engage a busy reader who may not give you the time for even a short blog post. Little blurbs, that hopefully resonate some profound nugget of truth, mixed with a comical chuckle-inducing pun and image. What fun! You could say they are the bumper stickers of the online world, and who hasn't chuckled a time or two by bumper stickers? We all have.

Laughter is good medicine.

Yes, that is my dog and me. I was particularly amused by the look on her face, enhanced by her closed eyes, as if she were thinking, "Oh no, not another bad dad joke." What perfect meme fodder! LOL.

It is no secret that I could stand to lose a bit of weight; so could fur-baby according to the vet. But the humorist side of me was amused to jokingly justify my obesity and not bother dieting because, as Leviticus tells us, "all the fat is the Lord's." Who are we to strive with our dieting to take it away from Him? (Not even close to being theologically correct; I know).

So watch for them. They'll pop up from time to time on Facebook and/or Twitter and be identified with the embedded in them. Hopefully, at the very least, they bring a little smile to your day as they do to me. Peace and Blessings.

"There is a time for everything … [including] a time to laugh."
Ecclesiastes 3: 1,4 


Sunday, 24 March 2019

The Kingdom's Bigger Picture?

"For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you." - Isaiah 41:13 (NIV)

Do you ever get discouraged? I confess that I sometimes do. At times like that I think it is important that we stop, take a breath, and be reminded again of the Kingdom's bigger picture. Be encouraged; God is still in control. 😊

I came across this refreshing nugget today and thought it worth sharing. May it be a blessing.

πŸ’­ πŸ’­ πŸ’­ πŸ’­ πŸ’­

"It helps, now and then, to step back and take in the long view. The Kingdom is not only beyond our efforts: it is beyond our vision. We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is the Lord's work. Nothing we do is complete, which is another way of saying that the Kingdom always lies beyond us. No sermon says all that should be said. No prayer fully expresses our faith. No confession brings perfection. No pastoral visit brings wholeness. No program accomplishes the Church's mission. No set of goals and objectives includes everything. That is what we are about. We plant the seeds that one day will grow. We water seeds already planted knowing they hold future promise. We lay foundations that will need further development. We provide yeast that affects far beyond our capabilities. We cannot do everything and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that. This enables us to do something, and to do it very, very well. It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way, an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest. We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the Master Builder and the worker. We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs. We are prophets of a future that is not our own."

Quote: Oscar Romero, who was assassinated on this date, March 24, 1980, as he was saying Mass in El Salvador. Source: Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals.

Photo Credit: Flickr Creative Commons

Thursday, 21 March 2019

The Sheep and the Goats Revisited

"The poor you will always have with you" (Jesus; Mt.26:11)

Perhaps one of the world's greatest injustices is the plight of the poor, the hungry and the homeless. This is one thing in third-world countries where the vast majority of the population is poor, such as in Bolivia, where 70% of the population lives on the equivalent of $2 per day or less. Or even Haiti which is poorer still. It's quite another thing in well off rich nations where we are guilty of throwing away perfectly good food, all the while others go to bed hungry, assuming they even have a bed to go to.

According to one 2016 article, $160 Billion worth of good produce ends up in landfills each year. That translates to about 60-million tons of perfectly good food, or 50% of all produce in the USA ends up in the dump. Taken another way, one-third of all food combined is trashed! Shame on us!

None of us are stupid; lethargic and insensitive maybe, but not stupid. I don't have to mention what that volume of food could do for the poor, hungry and homeless in our communities. Then again, with such waste, maybe we are stupid. Hmm …

"If your enemy is hungry, feed him" (Romans 12:20)

In all fairness, I know that many retailers, at least where I live, do donate great amounts of produce, meat and other fresh foods to our local Interfaith Food Banks. There is nothing wrong with these foodstuffs; they're just approaching the "Best Before Date" that many of us shy away from. Kudos to them for that! I will happily support retailers with values and ethics like that.

As I reflected on this further, perhaps the real irony in all this is that we may actually need the poor, the hungry and the homeless at least as much as they need us, if not more so. How so? I'm glad you asked. Perhaps we need them to teach us how to care enough to give to the less fortunate instead of only wallowing in our self-centeredness.

I remember years ago in seminary, I happened to meet a young lady in an extended care hospital while there visiting someone else. A friendship was struck up, and though I was extremely busy during those years - married with young children, working full-time nights, and going to school full-time days - I managed to somehow find time each week for a visit with my new friend. Even when I was tired and exhausted, and wanting nothing more than to go home and get a few hours sleep, I regularly went to see this young lady. Why? Maybe I felt sorry for her, since she never seemed to have any visitors, maybe it was none other than the prompting of the Spirit of God leading me there, maybe it was something else or a combination of all. But once thing was certain, though I went hoping to be a blessing, inevitably I was the one who went home feeling blessed.

Yes. Maybe you and I need the poor and less fortunate even more than they need us.

Is there someone whose path crosses ours that is hungry? Thirsty? A stranger or someone who is sick or in prison who could use a visit? Is there someone who desperately needs some warm clothes? Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me" (Matthew 25:40).

Yes. Maybe you and I need the less fortunate even more than they need us, if for no other reason, than to learn how to really follow Jesus. Anyways, that's just my humble musing. Peace.

POSTSCRIPT: To get the fuller picture, I would encourage you to read the full context of the Sheep and the Goats parable in Matthew 25: 31-46. Do we identify better with the sheep or the goats? Hmm, I wonder.

Sunday, 17 March 2019

O God, We Grieve the Hatred

Copyright 2019 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. Used by permission.
"Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love."
(1 John 4:8)

My son shared this hymn with me which I thought both beautiful and timely. It comes on the heels of the recent New Zealand terrorist attack in which many Muslims were gunned down and killed as they worshiped and prayed.

Unfortunately there is a plethora of other global terrorist activities in our recent history as well. The media is currently also reporting of Nigerian Christians being massacred in great numbers by extremists. One doesn't need to look very hard to find it. Extremists spewing forth their hatred are alive and well; religious and non-religious alike sharing in this common depravity. Even in the name of Christianity we have historically let our propensity for pseudo-love (aka., hatred) show the world that we too desperately need a Saviour to change our hearts. Oh God, have mercy! Hatred is nothing new; mankind has known it since virtually the beginning of time. The second generation from Adam already knew it when Cain killed his brother Abel in cold blood (Genesis 4:8). Today man's inhumanity toward fellow man continues.

O God, We Grieve the Hatred!

So what do we do about it? Is there any hope for us? Why does it seem that God is silent? Will this circle of hate ever end? If we were betting on it, the odds would seem to be stacked against it. Yet hope remains because "God is love." None of this has escaped His notice either. We may not understand why He permits horrible things like this to happen, but that doesn't mean that God doesn't grieve over our inherited tendency towards hating each other. Even Jesus wept at the death of a friend (John 11:35). God does care.

Call me utopian if you will, but I think there has always been that flicker of light and hope in this dark world, and that light is none other than you and me made possible in Jesus. All it takes is for one person to let their light shine (Matthew 5:16), and then for another person to do likewise, and then another, and then another … well, you get the point. One little candle, doubled, and then doubled again, can soon set a whole forest on fire. One genuine act of love can work toward disarming hate by spreading to another and becoming two acts of love; then four, eight, sixteen, etc. Simplistic? Yes. Utopian? Maybe. Impossible? No. I guess the only question is, do we want it? Do we really want it? If so, then what are we waiting for? To borrow that overused clichΓ©, "What Would Jesus Do?" Short answer: LOVE, despite the hate and regardless of like faith or not, LOVE one another.

Love begins with you and me. As John Lennon once sang, "War is Over (If You Want It)" By extension, hate is over, if we want it. Do we want it? Again, it all begins with you and me.

Something to think about. Peace.

POSTSCRIPT: A very special "Thank You" to Carolyn Gillette for permission to share her beautiful and most timely hymn. You may want to visit Carolyn on Facebook.

As I pondered the question of where is God in all this, and why does He seem so silent, my dear wife, who also has the gift of a timely word, shared this song with me from one of our all-time favourite artists, Andrew Peterson. I leave you with this, my friends. May it be a blessing.

Sunday, 10 March 2019

Do We Need a New Christian Worldview on Politics?

"Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies." ~Groucho Marx

I have a confession to make: I’ve been robbed … repeatedly. No, I didn’t go to the police and report it. Quite frankly, I doubt they could do anything about it, or even prevent it from happening yet again.

Just what was stolen? I’m glad you asked.

My peace was stolen … again and again.

There are a lot of things that can rob us of our peace, but one of the triggers for me personally is political rants, discussions and memes. I find myself easily angered over what we armchair politicians perceive to be injustices and stupidity by politicians and their ilk, who by obvious virtue of their disagreement with our own political savvy, are equally moronic. How easy it is to relish time in the cesspools of their faux pas! Yes, I am being a little facetious! 

Have you ever noticed that? Perhaps you wrestle with the same demons. As Christians, what do we do about it? Why do we allow ourselves to get so embroiled with the secular world and their choice of kings? Why do we allow our peace to be so absconded with by those who don’t know Jesus? Do we need a new Christian worldview regarding politics? Hmm, sometimes I think so.

Growing up in the 1960’s and the early 1970’s, I was fortunate to have been able to do a significant amount of international traveling with my family. Some of the countries we visited were politically similar to our homeland, whereas others were vastly different, as when we crossed the infamous Berlin wall, several years before the collapse of communist East Germany. Why do I mention this? I do so to illustrate that we were travelers, aliens if you will, in a land not our own. As such we had no real voice in the political arenas of those countries, not that we wanted it in the first place, nor did we get ourselves too bogged down in the mire of those systems. Fact was, we had no vote or voice in the affairs of the land, and our time there was limited. Soon we would be home again with little more than memories of some wonderful times, regardless of the politics of those areas.

I think therein is a clue for a new Christian worldview of politics, and by default, peace. Peter speaks of the church, of God’s elect, as “strangers in the world” (1 Peter 1:1), and again as “aliens and strangers in the world” (1 Peter 2:11). Is that still true today? Are Christians still “aliens” in a world really not their own? Are we just traveling through, “sojourners” to coin an old word, in earthly lands that ultimately we are not citizens in, much like my family’s international treks of many years ago? Or have Christians so bought into the secular world’s political mantras, that to listen to them carry on, you’d have to wonder where their allegiance really lies?  When Paul says, “our citizenship is in heaven” (Philippians 3:20), that’s not just in some future tense; it is equally true of today.

Let’s take this a step further. As Christians, if our allegiance lies with King Jesus, the one who said that he’s going to prepare a place for us and then come and take us to our true home to be with him (John 14: 2-3), then isn’t it fair to say that allegiance to worldly kings (political systems) is paramount to polytheism? Maybe that’s a little extreme, but extremeness is a great illustrator. The way my own personal peace has often been stolen from me when I allow myself to get wrapped up in the political debates around me, almost begs the question as to whether or not I’ve been worshiping at some foreign god’s altar. If so, then as a Christian, as a citizen of Heaven, it’s little wonder there’s no internal peace. The god (master) of politics is money, and Jesus said, “No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money” (Matthew 6:24). In other words, try to serve two masters, and it will cost you your personal peace. Besides, it’s tough to reconcile an angry spirit, regardless if the trigger is political or something else, with the love and forgiveness the Christian is called to in Christ Jesus.

So where does all this leave you and me today? I think it forces us into a decision, perhaps not too dissimilar to the choice Joshua placed on the Israelites of old when he said, “choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve” (Joshua 24:15). Choose your citizenship and focus your efforts in that kingdom. What it doesn’t mean is that we have license to somehow become so heavenly minded that we are no earthly good. Being a part of the kingdom of Heaven means that we do have responsibilities to our neighbors and community. We do have a responsibility to feed and clothe the hungry and the poor, to visit the sick and imprisoned, for in doing so, Jesus says that we are really doing so for him. Conversely, failing to do so is failing to do so for him, and brings with it a curse and eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels (Matthew 25:41). This has nothing to do with earthly politics, but has everything to do with being a true citizen of Heaven.

Having said all that, there is one area that Christians are to be politically minded; we are called to pray for our leaders. Paul said, “I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone – for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness” (1 Timothy 2: 1-2). Jesus took it one step further when he called us to pray even for our enemies and those who persecute us (Matthew 5:44). Have you ever tried praying for a political leader, and especially one that you don’t agree with? Though I have prayed for them from time to time, I confess that I haven’t done so regularly enough. It’s not easy. How about praying for an enemy? Tough, isn’t it? However, if there is one thing that I’m certain of it is this: The more you pray for someone, even enemies, the easier it is and the less likely that they remain your enemy. 

Maybe you agree with my take on this, and maybe you disagree; I’m not here to argue the point or to try and sway you over. This is just my humble musing that I’ve been wrestling with for some time. In my quest for increased personal peace, I am choosing to stay quiet with my political opinions and views, and deliberately scroll past all such posts on social media. I deliberately choose to lean more towards being uninformed, if necessary, on the political scene as opposed to wrapped up in its idiocies. I may or may not choose to vote when an election is called. I am, after all, a stranger and an alien here; here for only a short time, and am looking forward to my Heavenly home, where my true citizenship lies. Maybe I’ll arrive there today, maybe tomorrow; perhaps next month. As such in my pilgrimage through this life, I choose not to waste energies chasing after the wind of earthly kings and their political agendas. I cannot help but believe that doing so could lead to missing the boat of focusing on what my King Jesus wants of me today, and that is to be concerned with the things he’s concerned with, which is usually vastly different than what the political systems of our world are focused on.

The bottom line is that, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son …” (John 3:16). He did so for Liberals and Conservatives; he did so for Democrats and Republicans. He did so for Communists and Atheists and whatever other “ists” there may be. He did so for the politically minded and the non-politically minded. Dare we fight and condemn and belittle and curse those for whom Christ also died – Christian or not – simply because they think differently than you and me? Utopian? Maybe, but I think it behooves us to at very least pause and think more carefully on these things. Selah.

Peace and blessings to you and yours. 😊

"Give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's." (Jesus; Mt.22:21)

POSTSCRIPT: Like most blog posts, there is so much more that can be said about the subject, and so many more Scriptures that we could look at. Perhaps there will be a sequel post or two to this subject. Are there counter arguments? No doubt there are. Still, as already mentioned, this is just my own humble musing.

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Thursday, 28 February 2019

Bearded Gospel Men: A Book Review

beard noun: a hairy or bristly appendage or tuft

While visiting our local Chapters recently, I stumbled across a little book with a title that just begged another look. Bearded Gospel Men: The Epic Quest For Manliness & Godliness, by Jared Brock and Aaron Alford.

Now, as a man who has personally been bearded most of his life, and who loves the gospel message, you would have to know that a title like that would definitely have my attention. While leafing through the book there in the bookstore aisle, I was further pleasantly surprised that it also clearly had a humorous bent to it with the inclusion of several beard-themed memes and witty one-liners. As a self-proclaimed humorist, I was instantly sold. Gospel, beard, humor; what an interesting trio to say the least!

"The beard covers a multitude of chins."

I rushed home with my newly found treasure and was instantly captivated by this book. It’s been a while since I accidentally tripped over a book that I then also had a hard time putting down again.

Bearded Gospel Men is laid out in 31 short and easy to read chapters, each one no more than four or five pages. The chapters concern various “bearded” men (and some un-bearded women) throughout the history of the church whose lives were powerful testimonies of Jesus and the gospel message. For yet further contemplation, each chapter concludes with three well thought out questions based on the chapter’s featured character, as well as a short prayer. Between the chapters the authors include various chapter-related short devotional thoughts. As the back cover of the book says, “31 days of humor, history, and the deeper meaning of the GODLY BEARD.”

"Train up a beard in the way it should grow and when it is old it shall not depart."

Fact is, God created men with the ability to grow beards. I have often joked that I wear my beard for religious purposes; if God gave me the ability to grow a beard, he must have intended me to be bearded. However, all jesting aside, Bearded Gospel Men is about more than just beards and humorous memes. For all of us, men and women, the follicular blessed and follicular challenged; it is first and foremost a call to godliness.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book and recommend it, especially for church history buffs, humorists, and for my brothers who also proudly sport their God-given “facial foliage.”

One final word: If you're still in the mood for more beard stuff, you may also be interested in The Health Benefits of Beards? from my other blog. Peace.

Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Franciscan Benediction: A Hope for the New Year?

Happy New Year
Welcome 2019

Wow! Another new year full of hope and promise. What will it hold? More of the same? Something better? Hopefully not something worse. Here in my sixtieth year, with the big "R" of "retirement" starting to loom ever closer, I wonder about whether or not I can afford to start slowing down the career a bit. The joyous expectation of another grandchild on the near horizon will no doubt add a new blessing to the new year. With another new year we once again think and pray for our kids and their spouses, and their employment situations in these sometimes turbulent times. Likewise, with a recent serious illness of one of our close friends right before this past Christmas, we think of health for all our loved ones, both family and friends alike.

What will this new year hold?

While it's yet far too soon to know what the new year will hold, and in truth we cannot ever know what tomorrow holds, yet we can know Him who holds it. In other words, whatever 2019 holds for us, it is ultimately God alone who holds it and all its intricate details. Can we rest in that?

"Come now, you who say, Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a city and spend a year there and carry on our business and make money. Yet you do not know [the least thing] about what may happen tomorrow. What is the nature of your life? You are [really] but a wisp of vapor (a puff of smoke, a mist) that is visable for a little while and then disappears [into thin air]. You ought instead to say, If the Lord is willing, we shall live and we shall do this or that [thing]. But as it is, you boast [falsely] in your presumption and your self conceit. All such boasting is wrong. So any person who knows what is right to do but does not do it, to him it is sin." (James 4: 13-17; Amplified)

So much for man-made resolutions. Maybe that is why they often fail; God is not necessarily in them. Sure, He may be, but He also may not be. Hmm. Yet despite the apparent dichotomy, I do want to resolve to try and do something in this new year. I would like to see 2019 become the year that I focus less on me and more on what God would like, and if it please Him, more of what He would like to do through me.

Years ago I came upon the following benediction (or blessing) attributed to Francis of Assisi. Recently I discovered it again when a friend shared it on social media. Perhaps therein lies our hope for the new year. May it speak to you as much as it did to me.

May God bless us with discomfort at easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships, so that we may live from deep within our hearts. 
May God bless us with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of God's creations, so that we may work for justice, freedom and peace. 
May God bless us with tears to shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger, and war, so that we may reach out our hands to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy. 
And may God bless us with just enough foolishness to believe that we can make a difference in the world, so that we can do what others claim cannot be done: to bring justice and kindness to all our children and all our neighbors who are poor.

Happy New Year, friends. Praying that 2019 may be a blessing to you and yours. Peace.

For more on Francis of Assisi, please see these posts as well: