Tuesday, September 17, 2013

CONTACT



CONTACT

As I age, I can better understand my dad – why he did not want to throw a ball anymore, walk around at the city-fest, … You see, his joints ached.  More importantly, I can appreciate the sense of isolation he must have felt while sitting at many a family gathering, just smiling and staring at the floor, alone in his own little world.  Years in a mill, pre-PPE, had robbed his hearing.  But, he wore a peaceful smile, as if listening to a friend talk of good times, before and ahead.


  Last week I sat on a pick-up tailgate with a friend, after helping him move some roofing materials.  I asked about his preaching son, and the conversation quickly and deeply dove into the depths of doubt.  Like my dad, he could hear the din of noise, but could not discern the truth.  Although his son was a preacher, he is not a church going man.  But, he is listening.  “Which religion…?”  “Mistakes in the Bible …?”  “… opinions of men…?”  “…which books belong in the Bible…?”  He was looking for truth and purpose.  He admitted regret over a profligate life, salvaged by a good woman.  We talked of Moses (Heb.11) choosing suffering over sin.  But, he had dulled his hearing and lying voices of regret and defeat were screaming at him.  The noise made the voice of truth indiscernible?


Like Helen Keller, we need a “miracle worker”, we need an Anne Sullivan to open up our vistas and horizons, to open our blind eyes to the world we cannot see.  We thrash about in our personal darkness – frustrated, fearful, falling.  Keller could not read the news, listen to music, see where she was going.  But, Sullivan opened up her world, helping her make contact with what she could not see nor hear.


Thinking on these things while driving to work at 6:30 in the morning, I came around a pine tree lined curve, and a bright, orange orb on the horizon nearly blinded my sleepy eyes.  But, I heard a voice say, “good morning!  I’m still here!”


I read to my dad on his death bed of the resurrection, of salvation, of heaven.  But, I am not sure he was listening to me.  Maybe he could already hear the angels singing?!  


Monday, September 9, 2013

CHOICES or, Moses' Example of Decision



CHOICES

or, Moses' Example of Decision


“Choose.”  This is perhaps the most powerful imperative, in any language.  Is it an illusion?  A cruel joke?  A stacked deck?  For sure, choices effect options downstream.  But, the imperative remains to swim upstream.


Joshua ended his faithful career with this admonition, “choose ye, this day, whom ye will serve…”  (Josh.24:15) We, too, have life and death set before us as Moses had challenged the nation of God a generation earlier.  (Deut.30)  Joshua had learned well the importance of volition from his mentor.  Now, how will we respond?


In the Epistle to the Hebrews, chapter 11, the “Faith Hall Of Fame”, the writer reminds his readers of the choices made by Moses:  the Red Sea, the bloody door, the desert, the unseen, the suffering, the priesthood.  Each of these built upon earlier choices.  The same is true for all of us.  Examine the choices of Moses.


(11.29) Visualize the Red Sea standing up in a heaping watery wall on either side of the fleeing, fearful exiles leaving the land of bondage.  Their yellow spines stood in clear contrast to the bold, “stand still and see the deliverance of the LORD” issued fearlessly from the mouth of Moses.  What are our colors?  Red? or, yellow?!  Do we stand in faith or cower in fear?  See the fiery-cloudy pillar!  Anticipate the dry ground through the sea.  Fear the drowning of the foreigners.


(11.28) How could they forget the bloody doors in Egypt?  Moses chose, confidently, the bloody door over the destroyer, the death angel.  He sat with his family eating the unleavened bread of haste and celebrated, in faith, their deliverance from bondage.  An ocean of water was nothing to him who had chosen against the mysterious death that flowed through the land of his captors, taking the first-born of every house not marked with the blood.  Perhaps, like the snl’s of Lot, generations earlier, some had thought the call to leave was a jest, a joke, a rube's ruse.  How wrong they were. In faith, Moses chose the blood.  This is no joke.  The SNL approach to life will end in death.


(11.27) A bloody door was the obvious choice for the man Moses who had spent forty years in blood, sweat, and tears in the desert.  Moses chose the desert, with all its unknowns, for the position in the palace to which he had become accustomed.  Perhaps many days he thought on the life he had left and the life he was enduring in the sand and heat.  But, he remained faithful to his choice.  There he encountered the unconsumed bush displaying the all-consuming Fire!  There a passion was ignited in his heart, a passion for freedom, for faith, for fearlessness.  The choices were building a rock in the sands of Sinai.


(11.26) Back up four decades and think on the choice Moses made between disgrace for God and the diadems of Egypt.  He could see the treasures of Egypt, was likely wearing some of it!  And, Moses had seen the afflictions of the Hebrews, his people.  But, Moses chose the unseen over the seen. 
The choice of his nurse maid, decades earlier suggested by his sister to the princess, had born fruit.  Surely the childhood stories told him by his motherly nurse maid, were emblazoned on his heart, unseen, but believed.  And Moses chose to believe her voice!  Thank the Lord for godly mothers who tell the stories of faith to the little ones.  And when they are older, they come to mind.  Choose to listen.


(11.25) Fundamentally, Moses had made a choice between the eternal and the temporary, the difficult and the easy, the upstream and the slide, the suffering and sin.  Sure, sin is real, fun, exhilarating, intoxicating, thrilling.  But, the results are real:  disappointment, brokenness, addiction, hangovers, dissatisfaction, and, lastly, death.  Choose.  Rather be a martyr or a meth-head?  A saint or a sick addict?  A warrior, scarred and bleeding, or a wimp, shriveled and diseased?  Satan lies.  Hollywood lies.  Madison Avenue lies.  Choose truth.

 
(11.24) Imagine DeMilles’ “The Ten Commandments” visualization of a royal-robed Moses examining the coarse Levitical garment he has found.  Have you found who you are, who you really are?  Moses chose between Prince and priest that day.  You need to choose who and what you really are.  There is power in knowing who you are, where you are going, and from where you come. (Jn.13.1-5)


(11.23) A generation earlier, Amram and Jochebed made a choice between life and law, between faith and fear.  The parents of Moses chose God.  The choices we make ripple through the generations.  A&J effected Moses, effected Joshua; and now we have come full circle.  It is so in our lives.  R&M choose Christ, effecting J who marries faithful M, effecting S, J, and S, who marry believing D, H, and L; and along come J, S, D&B, H,  and …  (may the chain go on, unbroken, until He comes!)


God surely allows resets.  We must choose repentance and make the 180’s when needed.  But, let’s choose “option F” – fast and furious, focused and forceful, fearless and faithful!


“Choose ye this day…” 


Listen to the “voice of truth”!

Monday, August 19, 2013

CESSPOOL WHIRLPOOL?!



CESSPOOL WHIRLPOOL?!

or,

SEWER of SIN


We took our grandkids, all five of them, to the local park; and, fun was had by all!  Forts were there to be conquered and defended.  Escapes were to be braved sliding to freedom.  Toadstools were in the right place for the elves (or, trolls) to skip to safety.  One could fly on the swings, bounce on the teeter-totters, climb the cargo nets, … But, the “funnest” ride was the tire swing – a contraption with a swivel that could spin, twirl, swing all at the same time, a horizontal tire suspended on three chains to the swivel.  As the kids began to descend from one orbit, D fell through the middle of the tire, ejected as Luke on the Death Star escaping Darth Vadar, surviving the fall by catching on the external antenna. (that was my vision)  But, D ran to his mama, whimpering, and explaining that he felt like he had been “flushed down a toilet and fell out like poop.”


Remember the scene from “Pirates of the Caribbean” where the ship was struggling to avoid the giant whirlpool sucking the crew to their death?  Biblically speaking, visualize the scene with the disciples valiantly struggling to get through the storm without Jesus, not having any idea where He had gone, off to pray or something.  Then through the rain, perhaps illuminated by a bolt of lightning across the sky, they saw a figure walking across the lake, intending just to pass them by, leaving them to struggle on alone, seemingly.  But, they called out, in fear more than faith; and, He answered!  He even allowed one of the doubting disciples to stretch his faith to the sinking point, perhaps to make a point?!


4 For if God did not spare the angels when they sinned, but cast them into hell and committed them to pits of nether gloom to be kept until the judgment; 5 if he did not spare the ancient world, but preserved Noah, a herald of righteousness, with seven other persons, when he brought a flood upon the world of the ungodly; 6 if by turning the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah to ashes he condemned them to extinction and made them an example to those who were to be ungodly; 7 and if he rescued righteous Lot, greatly distressed by the licentiousness of the wicked 8 (for by what that righteous man saw and heard as he lived among them, he was vexed in his righteous soul day after day with their lawless deeds), 9 then the Lord knows how to rescue the godly from trial, and to keep the unrighteous under punishment until the day of judgment, 10 and especially those who indulge in the lust of defiling passion and despise authority. (2Pet.2:4-8)


Our world is a swirling whirlpool emptying into a cesspool.  Think of a flushing toilet with the handle pulled.  The contents are headed for the drain, with nothing ahead but disappearance into the abyss.   And like the roaches in the juvenile joke about dying when the log rolls over, far too many are either blissfully ignorant or they are in sinful stupor.  They are swirling around in the eddy swimming or even surfing, “hanging ten” while waving to those leisurely sailing by, and turning a blind eye to those sinking out of sight.  And Satan somewhere has pulled the lever.


A few caught in the torrent are S.O.S.ing, sobbing that somehow they can be saved from their apparent fate.  And, the Savior does lift them, to soar away, singing His praise!  They are the serious ones, the separated ones, the saved!  They are calling to the others to turn for help.


But worst, far too many who have somehow escaped the vortex are sitting on the beach on logs that have drifted ashore, roasting marshmallows on gathered driftwood.  And, they seem to think “this is the life!”  They need to run to the mountains.


As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!” (Gen.19:17) 

And, “Remember Lot's wife.” (Luke 17:32)




Wednesday, August 14, 2013

CONSIDER THE RAVENS



CONSIDER THE RAVENS

Recently I read the thoughtful blog of a friend about living the simple life, sharing, rather than hoarding, things of this life.  He quoted Jesus’ comment about ravens recorded in Luke 12:24  (NASB)    -- “Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap; they have no storeroom nor barn, and yet God feeds them; how much more valuable you are than the birds!”


Taking the challenge literally, I stood for a few minutes today at the top of the chip screen building, watching several crows 50 feet below across the road in an abandoned, demo’d sawmill slab foundation.  All the structures were gone leaving only a concrete lot.  The crows were drinking from a puddle in the middle of this concrete wasteland, seemingly very happy to enjoy the rainwater left there just for them!

A couple of the crows sailed a long, lazy descent from somewhere to my right, down to perch on a massive equipment base, now only a monolithic pillar left just for them to enjoy.  Several of them gathered and surveyed the pond, perhaps for tidbits floating or swimming in their pond.  Flying to and fro, they were busy collecting treasures and/or treats and returned to their pillar.


They were not hummingbirds; nor, were they mockingbirds; not even were they the dove over in the grass looking for seed, I suppose.  They were just crows, plain-old crows, with raven black plumage!  And they were enjoying their domain.


One, now two, now one, now none perched on a nearby power-line, surveying the scene.  I had to wonder why they remained aloof, apart, alone.  Eventually, they were all gone, so soon, flown away from sight, on to their next …


They were so small, from my position atop the CSB; but, they were being watched.  “…consider the ravens…”  What have they taught me today?  What does my Lord want me to see in them?!




Thursday, August 8, 2013

power conversation in Heaven’s workshop…



power conversation in Heaven’s workshop…


“…everything is looking great – beautiful greenery; love that color!  and the sky, blue! love that color also.  and the wildlife roaming around on the ground and swimming through the water – absolutely amazing!  the stars!  the … you have really inspired us, God.  Thanks for letting all of us watch.  What’s next?!”

“I will now create my crowning work, ‘man’.  In my own image I will make him, not like the animals I have made up until now.  They are only brute beasts with limited possibilities.  Man can be so much more!”

“What do you have in mind?  Will they be like us?!”

“No.  but, only a little lower, though.  They will be builders, thinkers, poets, musicians, lovers, … so many wonderful opportunities”

“Will they have something like we have with the ‘archangels’?  somebody in charge, organizing and facilitating?  Who will do that?”

“That will be a problem.  I can see that with their freedom will come oppressive irresponsibility.  Remember how your brothers fell.  They too will be plagued with pride and pettiness and positioning and … I am sure that I will have to work with them on that, at some point sending them a ‘suffering servant savior’ as an example of what true power is about.”

“You speak in riddles.  Your ‘crowning act’ of creation is going to unravel?  What will become of them?  What means this ‘savior’ thing?”

“They will grow in number, reproducing.  Then they will begin to position themselves for privilege overpowering the poor and the pitiful.  Some of the pious will protest, but largely to deaf ears.  The privileged and positioned will prey on the others, excusing their actions with one reason or another in their arrogance and ignorance.”

“This is all very confusing!  What means this ‘poor’ and ‘pitiful’?”

“The powerful will hoard the things needed by all, far more than they need for themselves, and the others will struggle just to survive.  They will selfishly …it will get ugly…”

“Then why not give the power to the pious to use for the poor and pitiful?  It is crucial who will have the power?!”

“Power corrupts.  It’s complicated who will really have the power; but, (with a wink) some will know the truth!”