Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Archives

RELIGION BEFORE POLITICS
(Originally published 12/9/2004 at www.iuchallenge.org/blog)

As an evangelical Christian, let me just say that I am about tired of being
labeled as a Republican. You talk to people now, in the aftermath of one of the
most divisive elections in our nation’s history, and they automatically slap the
scarlet ‘R’ on you (51% smile as they do it, the other 49% with a scowl). It
taints you, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired because I know for a fact that neither candidate represented a complete set of Christian values, and both parties lied to the public to garner votes (see www.factcheck.org). I was forced this year to vote for a man who I know does not completely agree with my moral convictions. He will NOT support my view, an evangelical Christian view, on important issues. People find out that you are an evangelical and they just KNOW without asking that you voted republican and therefore you believe everything that Republicans have ever mentioned from the party platform.

I am tired of having my worldview assumed by my voting record on one
elected office in one election. It seems that in America today you are red, or
you are blue. There are no other colors. The fact remains, however, that neither
red nor blue is an ideal fit for most evangelicals. (Yes, some will disagree, but we can’t all be intelligent.) Some of us–many of us–are a shade in between.

51%-49%. That’s the approximate split in America’s political convictions, and that does a fair job of describing mine as well, if they must lay along party lines as is too often assumed. Republicrat? Demoblican? What am I? Politically, I don’t really know. What I do know is this: on every issue, environmental, social, moral, fiscal, whatever, I will find the Christ-like position and I will stand there. Rooted in God’s word, I will defend or attack immorality and unrighteousness regardless of what political color it may take, should I be called upon to do so. Will it be easy? Of course not! Does that matter? Of course not. What does matter is that we as Evangelicals do not allow ourselves to be colored by someone else’s brush.

The body of Christ should not and must not allow itself to be defined
monochromatically by an American political process. We are supposed to be light
(Matthew 5:14-16), not red, not blue, not even green, but light (which, by the
way, indicates the presence of ALL colors.)

SO, the next time you wind up talking to a ‘politics-first’ person (and that will probably be sooner than later) try to remember that we are not called to a party, but to a person; Jesus Christ. Remember, too, that that we are aliens in this world, and therefore in this country. (1 Peter 1:1) We have the privilege of voting on its political leaders, but our first allegiance is to the King of Kings, not an elected official.

Jon

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PEANUT BUTTER LOVE
(Oriniginally published 12/7/2004 at www.iuchallenge.org)

I just want it to be known to the world that I love my family. I have a
beautiful, caring, considerate wife and the three greatest kids in the world. My
family is so great that I often shake my head (literally, I do) in wonder at
what kind of cosmic lottery I must have won to get such a great life.

I remember on the day of our wedding (February 1, 1997) that during the
toast my best man said that when my wife (Mandi) and I look back on the love we
had at that moment, it would seem like we had a foundation of peanut butter with
which to start our life together. Now, almost eight years later, I can say
unequivocally that he was right. Our relationship has not been perfect (mostly
my fault), but it is infinitely stronger now than it was back then. We have
lived in three states, had three kids, three jobs and five homes. And although
our marriage has never been in real trouble, it has not always been easy. What
is the source of our strength and stability? Jesus Christ. If I can ever pass on
one piece of advice to my children (Alyssa 5, Nate and Anna 3) it is that apart
from Christ, you have nothing real, just the illusion of a reality beyond your
control.

I love my wife. I love my kids. I love them to the absolute best of my
abilities, but Christ loved them long before I ever knew them. And my love,
compared to his, is a foundation of peanut butter.

Jon

Archives: Rich Man's Rue

(Originally published at www.iuchallenge.org/blog on January 13, 2005)

RICH MAN’S RUE
by Jon Smith

The muse is upon me…

I were a rich man,
once upon a time.
Lived the best a man can;
baubles, games and rhyme.

I skied on sno-capped mountains,
fished rivers in the spring,
was loved through all temptations,
I saw most everything.

Then I found myself in judgment.
Surprised, I was, to die.
Looking back across my memory
(my life without Christ in it)
was just another lie.

I lived!
I loved!
I held my own,
comparing man to man.
But before the throne
I stood alone,
and frozen my heart ran.

Just God demanded judgment,
and truly He was fair.
My sins though small condemned me.
Now I burn in Satan’s lair.

Here, O Death, thy victory!
Here, O Death, thy sting!
Who’d have thought a life like mine
to this estate would bring?

I heard.
Ignored.
Scoffed!
At the life in Christ that’s found.

Embrace Him now! my fervent prayer,
lest, like me, in flames, you’re bound.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Letters to the Editor: World Magazine

So, I submitted an editorial to World Magazine a while back, and today I found out that it was actually published! (Vol. 20 No. 29, July 30, 2005) This is definitely the high point of my writing career. Here's the original article. Its an interesting piece on Moralistic Therapeutic Deism. Here's my response. Of course, this is the edited version (published under the heading 'Cultural Novocain'), for the full submission, see my June 27 blog entry.

In my ministry to students at Indiana University, I am daily shocked at the
ill-conceived and unbiblical worldviews held even by the evangelicals on
campus. Christians taught in public universities are experiencing the
systematic erosion of their faith and, worse, they seem numb to it. Deism
is the Novocain of the university culture. Christian students are soothed
by the "presence" of God even as they are spitted on the moral fork of a
tolerance that is intolerant of their faith.