Saturday, March 7, 2015

CONNECTION/NETWORK



CONNECTION/NETWORK

                Early in Scripture we read of the Almighty looking for His walking-buddies in the Garden.  But, they are hiding from Him.  Separation has become a new reality because of sin.  Fear results.  Blame begins.  The man, Adam, uses his woman, Eve, to dodge the bullet of guilt, unsuccessfully.  The Garden gate is locked shut, with the sinful pair outside, alone, to face a dark, cold, fallen world.  Gone are the intimate, relaxing, enjoyable strolls with the Creator.



                A “hermit” is an oddball, an unnatural oddity.  We want and need “connection” and “network”.  Modern man has the “world wide web” connecting him as never before and widening the gulf at the same time.  We text instead of talking.  We surf instead of stroll with lovers, or sit with friends.  Somewhere inside, deep within, we long to get back to what we lost in Eden.


                Many a Bible text references man’s desire to “see God”  --  to regain that face-time with our Father.  An old hymn embodies that yearning – “I come to the garden alone … and He walks with me; and He talks with me …” – reviving the memory of our first parents’ fellowship with Him!


                We find “connection”, with family – up the stream of time with parents, down the stream with children; around us in this space-time continuum are siblings, even cousins.  And there are “others” – friends, college buddies, frat brothers, clubs we join, organizations to which we belong and within which we form bonds.


                We look for lost identity in ethnic and national roots – “German”  “Irish”  “Scottish” … “Vikings”?!  But, sometimes, this becomes something ugly and dark, creating division – “NAZI”  “ISIS”.  (or, a new one – PEGIDA: Patriotic Europeans against the Islamisation of the Occident: PEGIDA: Patriotische Europäer Gegen Die Islamisierung des Abendlandes).


                Or, we might find “connection” in our religion – I think of the Muslim-Hindu partition of India into Pakistan.  On a smaller scale, the Baptists and the _________ bicker and bite, devouring one another.  If we were truly drawing nearer to God, then we would be drawing nearer to each other?!


                In the hours before His Crucifixion, the Savior pleaded with Heaven – “… one, as we are one…” – for the “connection”, the unity, the fellowship, the comradery of his followers, both those who walked with Him, and for all of us, centuries later!  His apostle, Paul, echoed these sentiments in writings to the divided, divisive Corinthian believers.  He says they are acting like babies.  They needed to grow up.  They needed to put their arms around each other instead of holding others at “arm’s length”. (with creedal orthodoxy?!)


                But, we continue to separate, even as we seek to be “IN” – A “band of brothers” kills an enemy they do not even know.  Unions are formed for the common good of workers, but selfishness still reigns, not altruism.  “Royals” elevate themselves, trying to escape the cold darkness, and trample upon the “commoners” as only so many foot stones.  Harry Potter had the “Muggles”!  India had the caste system.  The South had Jim Crow.  We just can’t seem to get back to Eden?!


                In family we can sometimes see a glimmer of Heaven.  The Book says “children are a reward … a heritage from the Lord…”  We are taught to pray “our Father…” seeing God as our protector and provider and parent.  How many times has a soldier’s last words on his lips been “mother…” as he releases his grip on this world and turns to his Father?!


                There is another “connection”, even deeper, that foreshadows Paradise regained.  Innumerable is the group of fallen soldiers, with “her” picture in their pocket, or hand, who murmured with their last breath, “…tell her that I love her…”  In the Garden, before sin spawned separation, God noted, “it is not good for man to be alone….” And the man named her “Eve”! exclaiming, “… at last, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone… woman…”  In family, we have “connections” up, down, out – but, at the core, at the center, at the heart, there is ones “mate” – the one we call “spouse”!  There is “knowledge” there in a cold, dark world like no light since Eden, and like none until Heaven.  Truly blessed is one who finds his mate in this sin-cursed, blighted, fallen world.  He is not “alone”.  They are “BFF’s”!  They have “connection”.


                In college, we had a secret society, the AIFAM! (mafia, spelled backwards)  That sounded way cooler than JMSB. (the initials of the four founders)  But, we left that behind, decades ago.  We became J&M, M&W, S&L, B&J.  Adam had his Eve.  Romeo had his Juliet.  Jerry has his Melanie.  One man – one woman – for life!  This is a picture of Heaven, Paradise Regained!  (I recently saw the CELS on FB, who will, no doubt, move on to C&?, E&?, L&S, S&? – some of them already have!)


                I have seen, at a couple of weddings, a ring-blessing ceremony.  It is rare, because rarely is it possible, in our times.  Four grandfathers, each married 50+ years, joined hands over the rings of their grandchildren, soon to be united as husband and wife, and together prayed for God’s blessing on those who were to wear those bands of gold.  Over 200 years of successful marital harmony were represented in that circle of men!  Their wives smiled upon this from their seats.  May it not be so rare!


                Hell is darkness, isolation, pain, separation, ALONE.  C.S. Lewis wrote of “The Great Divorce”?!  The images of anxious aloneness in “What Dreams May Come” are hauntingly frightening.  The Rich Man begged for Lazarus to warn his brothers!


                We live in a fallen world.  A solo martin returned to our martin box with the other purple martin pairs, for years.  It was a yearly reminder of a little boy’s sin.  He was a good shot with a rifle and took out the other one, in flight!  Wow!  No, SAD.  But, such is the world in which we struggle.  I sometimes think of my “chick” and our flight as “two sparrows in a hurricane”.  So far we have evaded and avoided cats and impish boys, thank the Lord.  But, I can barely wait for Heaven, since it will only be a better “connection”!


                But, there is a spiritual reunion within reach.  We are “the bride of Christ”.  The Holy Spirit of God takes up residence in our heart?!  Wow!  Back to Eden.  Our fellowships should spark this?!  Let’s not forsake them?  Eternal-life is light, fellowship, full-awareness, “aha!!”  The “connection”, long ago lost, will be revived.  Facetime with the Creator will be available for all, forever and always.  “…but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.” John writes!  As Jesus said, “… there are many rooms in my Father’s house…”  And, we can each have a deluxe suite!  As Audio Adrenaline (Big House) sings, “It's a big, big house with lots and lots a room;  A big, big table with lots and lots of food; A big, big yard where we can play football; A big, big house it's my Father’s house”  My wife commented on the PBS series, “Downton Abbey”, that “they sure do eat in a lot of scenes…” as we watched yet another formal dining room scene with all the crystal, silverware …  But, you must know that we are going to the Wedding Feast of the Lamb!  D.A. doesn’t have anything on that!  I’m not too much on formal dining; but, I do like gathering the family around the dinner table, laughing and feasting.  And, I do NOT like eating alone.  Let’s plan on meeting there?!


DISTORTED



DISTORTED

                “… that’s not what I had in mind…” was the quote that came off our lips at the same moment!  We were having our breakfast date at McD’s, discussing life and plans.  It was a meeting of minds that was almost scary.  But we were not speaking our own minds; but, rather, trying to get inside His head.  We were both expressing a desire to be in His will, to serve Him, to do His work.


                “… my dad (Ed) never liked organized religion…”  Melanie bemused.  I agreed, adding, “… I remember him, sitting in his shop, drinking beer, and listening to Gospel music on his LP player…”  (and, my mind quickly flashed back to the day Ed announced that he wanted me to baptize him at the Elk river)    Then, Melanie added, “…I remember once when I was in the house, unknown to Dad, having forgotten something as we were leaving for church, and I overheard him praying, out loud, over his breakfast.  You and mom were in the car…”


                Downstream, two generations, Ed’s grand-daughter, Sarah, and her husband, David, struggle to understand how they fit in.  For years, David chased a dream to be a Contemporary-Christian musical artist.  Last visit with them, David discussed a principle-paper he is writing, life principles, out of which to live a godly life!  (I am looking forward to seeing the finished paper)  And, Sarah, serves with an inner-city ministry, home-schools her kids, decorates with Christian art …  But, they agonize over where to do “church” and shop around, dissatisfied.


                I think on my parents, how they poured their lives into a crumbling church that is strong on doctrine and short on, well …  My widowed mother, Millie, now lives with her sister in another state, attending a well-established church that seemingly is pouring back into her life some health.  But, I am not at all sure that I would do well there?!


                I wonder about paradigms and constructs in our minds, and how they measure up to the ideal!  We can analyze the Scriptures, and try to reconstruct the “pattern” we see there.  But, as in the first time He came among us, we so misunderstood His mind.  And, in our ignorance and arrogance, we begin to believe that we have evolved beyond their immaturity?!  I have to honestly and humbly admit personal limitations.


                Friends at work, fellow-believers, have a neat little faith-package of Israel-Forever, Impossibility-of-Apostasy, and Imminent-Return.  I see on FB friends whose faith is “progressive” and “purposeful” with emphases on ecology and politics.  Then, I read of the plight of Coptic Christians and their faith response to persecution.  Who is closer to the mind of Christ?  (well, me, of course! Ha!)


                At church, I listen as the preacher, Mike, emphasizes, “… there is more…” as he tries to steer the little country church back to its Holiness roots.  It has become a community-church with a hodge-podge of B’s, M’s, HR’s, and …  Surely this is a spiritual enterprise!  But, there is “more” and then there is 1Cor.13.


                I will start from a base of love, faith, and the Spirit.  God help us.  “Waiting” is surely part of the answer?!  “Savior, like a shepherd lead us …”

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

JUGS



JUGS

                I hate it.  They call me ‘Jugs’ and snicker as they point at me and leer.  (They act like it is my water jugs they mean; yeah, right!)  And, I really hate it when I am in a crowd and somebody pokes or pinches me, and whispers, ‘wee-woo’ – their other nickname for me, ‘the well woman’!  I despise the way they act.  But, I must get up and go.  If the old man gets home and there is no water so he can wash up, and so I can cook, there will Hell to pay.  He is not really so mean?!  Hopefully, nobody will be there, since it is so hot and the middle of the day.


                It is so hot and dusty out here.  It would be so much easier to come out here early in the morning.  But, the town gossips and bitties would be here then.  And, other times the wolves are there watering their flocks.  I remember mama telling me of Moses defending Zipporah at the well when the men were harassing her.  But, there are no more ‘Moses’ around, as far as I can tell.  Men are all the same.  They are not like Moses; but, more like another story mama told me, about the one, after whom ‘they’ choose to name themselves, Judah.  He traded his staff and ring for a fling.  Agh!


                Curses!  Some man is sitting at the well.  Maybe he will leave, if I wait over here in the shade.  No, he is just sitting there.  Oh well, I will just ignore him and make no eye contact.  I sure do not need another stranger hitting on me.  OK, here I go.  Let’s get the water.


                “…would you mind giving me a drink, ma’am?”  OH NO, he’s talking to me.  What am I going to do now?  And, He looks like one of ‘them’ – a Jew!


                Well, there’s no getting out of this.  “Sir, this is a little weird.  I’m a woman, a SAMARITAN woman … you are obviously a Jew.  So, why are you talking to me?”


                “You have no idea!  Who I am, what I could do for you!  If you did, you’d ask me, not me you, for a drink of ‘living water’!!”


                This guy is unbelievable.  “Excuse me!  You have no jug nor rope and this is a deep well.  So, where, how are you going to get this ‘living water’?!  Do you think you are greater than Jacob, the father of our nation, who dug this well?”


                “Ma’am, drink my water and never be thirsty again!  It would well up within you springing into eternal life!”


                Who is this man?  Just look at him.  Maybe there is another ‘Moses’?  “OK, let’s do this.  Give me this ‘living water’!  At least I won’t have to keep coming out here to this well every day!”


                “First, go get your husband.”


                What is he doing?!  I don’t need my man out here!  He might just start a fight.  He’s so mean and jealous.  “Uh, there’s just one little problem; I do not have a ‘husband’…”


                “Oh, I know that.  You have married five times, but just took up with this last fellow.  Thanks for your honesty.”


                Not sure it was honesty as much as humiliation and/or hopelessness.  But, what gives with this man?  I will ask him mama's big question!  Let’s shift the topic – “Sir, are you some sort of preacher?  a prophet?!  What do you think about this Jerusalem versus Gerizim thing?”


                “Ma’am, it’s not about WHERE as much as HOW!  It’s about Spirit and Truth!  That is what God wants.  God is a Spirit.”


                Hmmm?!  Deep stuff.  “Messiah is coming; He will settle all this for us, surely!”


                “Ma’am, you’re looking at Him!"


                “Sir, keep an eye on these water jugs;  I gotta go tell them in town.  They are not going to believe this?!  But, maybe … I feel so alive!”