
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tiger Woods: Human?

Monday, June 16, 2008
Mormons. Wow.
"I have more to boast of than ever any man had. I am the only man
that has even been able to keep a whole church together since the days of
Adam. A large majority of the whole have stood by me. Neither Paul,
John, Peter, nor Jesus ever did it. I boast that no man ever did such a
work as I. The followers of Jesus ran away from Him; but the Latter-day
Saints never ran away from me yet."
--Joseph Smith, History of the Church
Monday, June 09, 2008
Jenni's note on "why"
THOUGHTS ON ASKING "WHY"
The question “Why?” is posed about 420 times in the Bible (according to The Strongest NASB Exhaustive Concordance). Some of the questions are directed to God from man, others to man from God, and still others between men.
We begin asking “Why?” at a very early age, usually as a toddler. It is in our human nature to want to know the reason or purpose for actions we must take or events that happen in our lives (or the lives of others). I remember a little boy I used to baby-sit, who is now driving, by the way… Wow, that makes me feel old! He was never satisfied with any answer I gave to his questions. Each answer was followed with another “why?”
“Why is the sky blue?”
“Because God made it that way.”
“Why?”
“Because He wanted to.”
“Why?”
“Because He thinks it’s a pretty color”
“Why?”
“Because…..”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why?”
Eventually you can distract a 4-year-old with a toy or game and his inquisitive mind gives you peace for a time. However, as we get older, we become more persistent in ask “why?” Especially when we don’t understand the reason God allows certain situations that bring us grief or pain or lack the knowledge of purpose behind it. Thankfully, our Father is patient with us when we continue to question Him and comforts us with His Word. His answer is often a simple “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).
In the Bible, Job’s questions with questions (and a bit of sarcasm) that bring the realization of the Lord’s supreme authority over all things.
God answers:“Would you discredit My justice? Would you condemn Me to justify yourself? Do you have an arm like God’s, and can your voice thunder like His? Then adorn yourself with glory and splendor, and clothe yourself in honor and majesty.” (Job 40:8-10)
Job replies:“I know that You can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted. You ask, ‘Who is this that obscures My counsel without knowledge?’ Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know.”(Job 42:2-3)
I really like Job’s response. He humbly acknowledges God’s ability to do “all things” and his inability to understand the reason why God allows suffering. In the end, we may still have questions and they may never be answered to our satisfaction, yet, we must trust that God knows what He is doing. He created us and everything around us. He causes everything to work together for a purpose, even when we don’t know what it is. This is a difficult lesson to learn (and re-learn) during difficult times in our life. We so often want to be in control and want to know the “why” of everything. Sometimes we just have to trust.
I pray that my heart will be as the following verses—with earnest trust in our Father’s lovingkindness and faithfulness.
“LORD, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don’t concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp. Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child with its mother. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the Lord—now and always.”(Psalm 131)
Maybe God is trying to tell me something here, I don't know. I've been thinking a lot lately about the problem of evil, and read Jenni's blog only minutes after finding this passage in J.B. Phillips' You God Is Too Small:
Modern man has a lust for full explanation and habitually considers himself in no way morally bound unless he is in full possession of all the facts. Hence, of course, the prevalence of non-committal agnosticism. Yet it would seem that Christ, God-become-Man, did not give men a full explanation of the origin and operation of the evil forces in this world. (It is perfectly possible that in our present space-time existence we could not comprehend it, anyway.)
I think there's something in us, a hubris, that leads us to believe that we have the right to question God regarding evil. But honestly, whether it be the result of sinful actions (our own or someone else's), or some natural calamity, who are we to judge?
Of course, that doesn't mean that we'll never understand any of the evil that troubles us, occasionally we do understand and I believe we should always try to understand, but the idea that we can always understand, or that we have a right to understand... where does that come from? Certainly not the Bible.
Which leads us to our application. (After all, contemplation without application leads to constipation.) I guess, for me, the application is comfort. Not that I've suffered unduly in life, but I've been through my fair share of "evil" and I expect a lot more is coming, but I take comfort in the knowledge that although I will try to see the reasons behind it all, I don't have to understand it all. It helps me keep the world in a proper perspective, really. God is God. He's infinitely bigger that I am. He's infinitely smarter than I am. He's ultimately more wise than I am, and He's going to take care of everything. My life might never be the same. I might be completely shattered by circumstances, but He's not surprised, He's not in panic mode, He's in control. And yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take comfort in the sure knowledge that evil is only a shadow. It will be cast away by the light of heaven where in the end all things are made new, right and holy. This life will be marked by suffering and pain. Only a fool would deny that. If it hasn't come yet, it will. So the application comes in the hope of a future set apart, in the comfort of knowing that justice and healing will come in God's perfect time.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I don't get it... or maybe I do.
I think the event that prompted this little nugget of wisdom occurred about nine years ago, with the arrival of our first child. When Alyssa born and I held her for the first time, there arose within me a feeling that was hitherto unknown. It was the love of a father for his daughter. And I remember thinking at the time, "Oh, that's what they meant." It was at that moment that I finally understood what it was my parents had been telling me for 28 years when they said that they loved me. Up to that point my perspective on love had been limited to the understanding of a son to a parent. Now, I stand on the other side of that relationship and I can say with absolute certainty that it's completely different. Until I was a father myself I had no idea what my own father meant when he said that he loved me. I understand now, but I had to actually become something else to gain that insight.
On perhaps an even simpler level, consider this: what is it like to be a mother? I will NEVER know. I'm a man. I can talk to mothers. I can try to serve a mothering role to a child, but I will never go through a pregnancy or give birth. I will never develop the bond that a mother has with a child she has felt grow inside her body. I cannot understand. No man can.
Anyway, my point is that I had to BE a father before I could understand the whole measure of a father's love. One who is childless simply cannot get it. Oh, sure, there is some limited understanding, like seeing a bride through her veil though, it's not the same thing. SO, without trashing science or philosophy or any other pursuit of knowledge, when it comes to God's response to the problem of evil, I get it. I understand why the Bible doesn't offer a likable explanation. It's not that God can't explain it, its that we're too dumb to understand it. And, yes, that's a gross oversimplification, but the point is made: There is a realm of mystery we just can't unravel, and the answer to the problem of evil often dwells in that realm.
And I realize that might be incredibly frustrating for some people. What makes it okay for me personally is the knowledge that even though I don't always get it, sometimes can't get it, I know that God can get it, does get it, and is on my side. I don't have to understand every evil that happens around the world, or even to me personally, because I serve a God who is good and who will ultimately take care of it, even if I die before justice is served.
In the end, I don't enjoy ignorance on these matters, but neither do I fear it. Evil is still evil, and we should always try to understand the world around us, but let us not be so arrogant as to assume that the answers are ours for the having. Sometimes they're just not...
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
What must I do...
Honestly, it’s a hard question to answer. I mean, who wants to be the one who says that someone is or isn’t going to heaven based on a conjunction? And frankly, I have a lot in common with a host of those folks. Still, it’s an honest question that deserves an honest answer. So, here it is. Simply put, Jesus saves. Jesus alone saves. I think where most cults and false religions go wrong is with the conjunction of faith and works. “Jesus and,” is a killer. There is no "AND." There is salvation by grace through faith in Jesus Christ. Not Jesus and baptism. Not Jesus and good works. Not Jesus and populating your own special planet. Not Jesus and any other thing. Just Jesus. "Jesus and," means that I'm not really depending on Him for salvation. He's just helping me out a bit. But that's a theological crock of pooh. When I was an undergrad at the University of Oregon, my campus minister put it to me this way, "Jesus isn't my crutch, He's my iron lung." I like that. It shows how silly it is to think that I have anything to do with my own salvation, which is what all those “Jesus and” people want to think.
At the end of the day though “Jesus and” is really only subtraction by addition. “Jesus and” teaches that Jesus Himself is not enough to save us. It subtracts from the power of the cross by adding some other prerequisite for admission into God’s presence in Heaven, which is totally bogus. Jesus is pretty explicit in John 14:6, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through me.” He didn’t say that He is one of many ways, or part of the way, or the way for some people but not others; He is THE way. The only way. “Jesus and” implies that He’s not enough on His own. It implies that something else is necessary, something I supply, something I am responsible for. And that just isn’t true.
I think the real problem for all those “Jesus and” people out there is that they haven’t really put their faith in Jesus Christ. Oh, they say they have, certainly. But they don’t mean it the same way that the “Jesus only” people do. You see, their understanding of who Jesus is is fundamentally flawed. They make Him less than savior and lord. They make him partially responsible for salvation, and I’m just not sure that’s enough. As I read the New Testament accounts of who Jesus is, I am struck by how totally clear it is that salvation comes by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone, and I just don’t think “Jesus and” fits that description. (I wonder if this could all be summed up by pointing out that Jesus is THE Christ, the Messiah, the one who saves. You can believe in some dude named Jesus, but if your Jesus isn’t Christ, you’ve got the wrong Jesus.)
SO, I’ll stop short of condemning all the “Jesus and” people to hell. After all, it isn’t my job to determine their eternal destiny, BUT I will say that I’m pretty I’m glad I’m not the one who has to face God the Father and explain why I don’t believe that his Son’s death, burial and resurrection are insufficient for salvation and He should let me into heaven because I also got dunked in the right church, knocked on enough doors, and tithed properly.
Diatribe over.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Devo?
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Jesus the What?
People often say about Him, "I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I won't accept His claim to be God." That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic--on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg--or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God; or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.
Thank you, Dr. Lewis.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Unnamed poem
who worked at the BSU.
Some people liked him,
but he thought himself too cool.
He forgot he was a white guy,
w/ his Christian rap & hip iPod.
So they made him look in a mirror,
& he saw himself for what he was - rather odd.
by Noelle Ott '08
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Relativism? Give me a break already!
Moral relativism is a concept I've been wrestling with since I was in high school, over 20 years ago. And I'm just dumbfounded that it still exists. "True for you, but not for me," should've died out a long time ago. Given it's porous philosophical underpinnings, I can only attribute it's longevity and current popularity to the desire of man to ignore God and justify sin. Its impressive failure as a viable worldview should've sent it the way of dinosaurs and 8-track tapes, but it clings tenaciously on, as hip as ever, even if it does have the intellectual appeal of the emperor's new clothes. Its like the bacteria of the philosophical world; ubiquitous, often annoying, and unevolved.
What explains this unexpected stamina? I think it must be the sin nature of man. Because man is basically selfish, or evil, he desires above all else to serve himself. Anyone who's ever watched a baby sleep might argue, but everyone who's ever had a child knows this to be true. Babies are pre-programmed to get what they want, and they usually do. Nothing against children here, after all, I have three of my own whom I adore, but they are all undeniably selfish at heart. They have to be taught to share, serve and be considerate of others. It doesn't come naturally.
Altruism, which undeniably exists in human culture is an issue of conscience. C.S. Lewis called it the voice of God. But conscience dictates what we ought to do, not what we actually do. In this sense, conscience represents an understanding of Truth that exists apart from ourselves. Adam Smith called it an "impartial spectator." Whatever we might call it, it is the driving force behind that truth we each call 'morality.' Now, morality might be different from person to person and culture to culture, but it exists universally in the human condition. We are ALL moral people, even if those morals might put us at odds with one another. Some people might be immoral, but no one is amoral.
oops, I digress...
My point is that relativism, which is just, philosophically speaking, pooh, bunk, brain plaque that survives because we are all pre-programmed to fulfill our own desires (regardless of conscience) and relativism gives us the framework to do that. It makes it okay for me to do whatever I want because whatever I want is right for me. Relativism says that its okay for me to cheat on my wife because if that's what I feel is right, then it is right. Never mind the messy painful (for her)divorce, the psychological damage to the children, the awkward uncomfortable plight of friends. If I want to have an affair, its okay because its what I want. Relativism is the supreme elevation of the I within the philosophical moral framework. You are ultimately irrelevant. So if, for instance, I want to start bashing gays, or promote slavery, or forsake preserving the planet for future generations, you shouldn't have a problem with it. After all, as a moral relativist, you can't in good conscience impose your beliefs on me.
"But what about tolerance?!" you might cry. Tolerance is only a virtue if it exists outside the relativist framework. For that matter, the same can be said of diversity. The moment you start blathering on about tolerance, you refute your relativist position, you forsake your own moral high ground, hoping to have it back when non-relativist truth is imposed. But rationally you've lost. Like a spaghetti strainer, your worldview holds no water. Sorry.
The Truth is that relativism is a shallow excuse for people who want to thoughtlessly pursue their own selfish agenda without consequence. It is the philosophical low road. That university professors or their students embrace such claptrap remains unconscionable, not even worthy of the oft misabused title of Dogma.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Deep thoughts, with Jon Smith.
I recently came across this quote that in my own experience as a student at a secular school in the Northwest during the 1990's, and as one who works closely with many students who attend a secular school in the Midwest today, rings quite true:"Indeed, parents who send their children to college should recognize that as professors 'we are going to to right on trying to discredit you in the eyes of your children, trying to strip your fundamentalist religious community of dignity, trying to make your views seem silly rather than discussable.'"
The quote is from Dinesh D'Souza's book, What's So Great About Christianity, and illustrates how religion in general and Christianity in specific is viewed in the majority of the academic community. What D'Souza (a devout and very conservative Catholic) points out is that there is an organized movement afoot to discredit faith as an option in the public square. College students are taught not that their beliefs are debatable, but that they are laughable. Unable to win a fair fight with religion in the academic arena, atheists (humanists/materialists/etc.) have deemed it prudent to instead attempt to marginalize believers of all faiths by terming their views silly, antiquated and ignorant. Incapable of winning the debate on religion these "brights" (a term they invented for themselves, but now try to avoid, realizing belatedly that arrogance doesn't sell) use the bully pulpit of the college classroom to teach their students that faith is not worth discussing because only a fool would engage in such an exercise. They want desperately to convince the world that, "The Cosmos is all there is or ever was or ever will be." (Carl Sagan)
Why am I posting about this? I post it as a warning in the hope that maybe, just maybe, a light will come on and someone will realize that they are being systematically manipulated by people who want nothing more than to eliminate religion from the world stage. More than anything these 'brights' long for the day when students are too afraid or too ashamed to speak of a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, and they are happy to use their position as educators to accomplish the task. And the sad fact is that all too often students are willing to comply. Willing because the humanities professor has a Ph. D. and they don't. (Maybe now would be a good time to point out that there are plenty of Ph. D.'s on the other side as well. They just don't tend to get hired by liberal state schools.) Willing because their grade is somewhat dependent on their ability to appease their prof. Willing because they are scared of losing an argument, or being embarrassed or getting labelled by their peers. I remember being afraid to speak up because if I did, and I was somehow beaten, it would be like failing God. Better just to keep quiet...
But, the dirty secret is that Daniel Dennet, Sam Harris, Christopher Hitchens, Richard Dawkins and their sycophants are desperate. They are desperate because they are losing. Losing to truth, losing to logic, losing to common sense, and losing to reality. They're like the emperor who's new clothes are a bit drafty. They need to deny the reality of their intellectual nudity in order to save face. And the louder they wail and moan, the more obvious it becomes that they have nothing truly threatening to say. Their best arguments are tired and beaten. All they can really hope is that the students they want to influence are too ignorant or lazy to fight back.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Politcs. I hate politics.
Meanwhile, we've got this real doozy of a presidential election coming up and I'm so excited I just might not vote. On one hand you've got John McCain, one of the most left-leaning Republicans out there, and on the other hand the only two democrats in the country that could actually lose. Seriously, if you'd told me a year ago that the Democrats might lose the election, I'd have laughed in our ignorant face. Today, that ignorance looks a lot like prophesy. Hillary Clinton may be the most hated woman in America, and the most loved. But people will vote for anyone to keep her from the Whitehouse. And the thought of having Bill Clinton for First Husband... scary. But the other option, Barrack Hussein Obama, isn't any better. Yes, he's wildly popular with people who don't listen very carefully to what he's saying, but he's getting shredded by pundits even before he gets the party nomination, and the gloves haven't even come off yet. He calls himself Christian, but his version of Jesus is skewed far from what most evangelicals believe and his pastor has already offended pretty much all of America. He connects well with his message of hope, but has no actual ability to deliver on his promises. And he a black man with the middle name of Hussein. Don't think that will be ignored. (It should be ignored, but let's be honest, if everything Democrats say about America is true--we have problems with religion and racism--it won't be.) So we've got the three lamest ducks anyone's seen in a long time vying for the right to become the President of the United States of America. How did it come to this?
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Cancer Sucks
Still, there is hope. When I first heard the news I was reading my Bible. The next verse I read after the call: 1 Samuel 2:9, which starts out, "He will protect his godly ones..." It was as if the hammer of God had struck back. I nearly wept on the spot. What does it mean? Perhaps nothing. Perhaps everything. But I have a hard time considering it a coincidence. The more time I spend with the Lord, the more such coincidences line up.
If you happen to think of it, I'd appreciate it if you'd say a prayer for Jacquelyn Smith, one of His godly ones...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Transformation
- I give money to good causes, of which the church is one.
- I recycle aluminum.
- I vote.
- I boycott certain foods/businesses/industries.
- I write letters to the editor of my local newspaper.
- I pray to a God who can do ANYTHING.
- I carpool, when I can.
- I help organize community outreach programs, like blood drives.
- I inform my government representatives of my opinions on key issues they can effect.
- I treat other people with respect.
SO,
What are YOU doing?
Monday, April 07, 2008
Why churches suck at reaching students
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Movie Day
How like our own society. How like the atheist movement. It was uplifting to know that my children were there to witness on screen how easy it is to persecute someone who might not fit in exactly with the culture even though that person is totally justified in their beliefs and actions. Horton took a stand for what he believed, facing down even an angry mob because he knew he was right. How noble. How integritous. (I think I just invented a word there.)
The truth is that Horton's belief in his invisible friends, who had proven beyond reasonably doubt their existence to him, was the metaphorical equivalent to my own belief in Jesus Christ. He has proven to me thousands of times over that He is not only there and real, but Lord and God. That many others don't agree is a shame, but it doesn't make me wrong to believe as I do. The Flying Toaster and Spaghetti Monster crowd can shout and rant and rave all they want, they only look increasingly silly, ignorant and desperate for doing so. They can persecute the truth all they want, but they can't change it.
On the opposite side of Horton's dilemna is the mayor of Whoville, himself beset by weak-minded fools who impugn his reputation and resort to name-calling to prove their position. Again, the resemblance to most neo-darwinists I've encountered is uncanny. Yes, there exists an informed minority in the humanist/materialist/atheist crowd who are willing to politely engage in reasonable debate, but they are just that, a minority. Most of them fare no better than Seuss's kangaroo.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Buffalo National River 3.21.08
The guidebook said it was a popular trail, but pulling into the parking lot at the trailhead was like pulling into a mall. There must have been at least thirty cars. And tents everywhere. It looked more like a tailgater at a fooball game than nature preserve. Still, it was better than anything I've seen yet in Indiana or Missouri. I'm pretty sure the Hoosiers would've paved the trail to make it wheelchair accessible. Sad wouldn't quite cover it... Anyway, it was a great experience.
As we headed up the trail I was at first disappointed, both by the crowd, and by the large sign that said "No Camping Beyond This Point" posted just a few feet from the trailhead. That first impression though was quickly proved inaccurate by the natural beauty of the surrounding area. The trail basically just runs along Clark Creek for a mile or so. We had a great time crossing and re-crossin the creek and at one point stopped for a while at a pool below a small set of falls coming out of a cave we could actually crawl through and come out on the opposite side back on the trail!
We climbed all over the place. Fortunately, we'd read a little beforehand about what to expect, so getting wet and muddy wasn't an issue. Dry, clean clothes were waiting for us back at the van.
At the top of Eden Falls sits Eden Falls Cave. After climbing the trail to the entrance, we set down our packs and hiking sticks, donned flashlights, and set off into the darkness. For once I was glad for the crowd. I think having other people in there with us helped calm any fears the kids might have had, and, naturally, it made it a lot easier to trace the route. Crawling on hands and knees through the darkness to the back of the 200 foot cave was messy, but fun. At the back end it opens into a large chamber with a small (20 foot?) waterfall coming out of the ceiling. Way cool!!!
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. On ur way home we got to drive past a forest fire just outside Springdale, AR. It was dark enough that we could see the flames clearly along a .3-.4 mile stretch of US-71, and it was close enough that we could smell the smoke. How anything could burn with all the rain we've had lately, I'll never know. But it was a pretty good fire.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Why bother with prayer? ...a lament.
How often do we fail to truly listen for the leading of the Holy Spirit?
How often do we search His word for answers, seek wise counsel (wise here meaning more than just friends and roommates, but pastors and elders in the church)?
How often do we actually make Godly decisions instead of just good ones?
How often do we experience failure, moral and otherwise, for lack of patience? For lack of commitment to understanding God's heart in a matter, and not just our own?
How often do we regret following our hearts instead of His?
How often do we exchange the pleasures of the moment for the delights of heaven?
Too often to count.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Hi. I'm Broken, who are you?
The real me is a mess. The real me weeps at how pathetic I really am. Maybe that's why I cry at so many sappy movies. Because I long for something real. I want desperately for the image to be reality. Who knows. I'm not sure that even makes sense. What I do know is that despite the external appearance (and even that isn't exactly 'cool'), the internal me is insecure, afraid and passionately fearful that someone will discover how much I struggle with pride, lust and swearing, not to mention a host of other dearly held sins. The internal me is messed up. Broken. Alone.
I hate being alone, but I am. And I don't mean alone like by myself in my office, but alone like in a crowd where no one knows me. I am alone. It is the price I pay for acceptance. I have many acquaintances, a handful of friends and peers, but brothers who love me so deeply I can bare my soul? None. Men to whom I can trust my darkest secrets? My deepest fears? The stuff that might cost me my credibility, my job, my family? Where are they?
And the irony is that I believe I stand alone in a crowd of brothers. Each one struggling with the same sense of isolation and fear that I am. Incomplete. Hoping desperately to be discovered and paralyzed by mind-crushing fear of that same occassion. We are the Brotherhood of Broken Men. We need one another, but are too wary to trust one another. We stand shoulder to shoulder, forever touching, yet never speaking Eye to eye, we see, yet do not understand. Do not know beyond the image that is portrayed. We sin together, quietly keeping fellowship at bay with an easy smile and a firm handshake. Broken we stan united, and you'll never know it because we'll never show it. Maybe one day I'll have the courage to break loose, to let the brotherhood come to an end, and allow the Spirit of God to reign free in my life. But not today.
Monday, February 25, 2008
American Girl
Last week my daughter tried out for an athletic team at our church only to find herself cut in favor of stronger and faster girls. Everyone knew that only a few would make the team, but Alyssa had been talking about it for weeks. She was eager to make the team. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. At first I was worried, knowing how much it meant to her, but by the time we got home, she had calmed down and moved on to the next challenge of life. Instead of crying for hours, she chose to be happy for
her friends who had made the team. Win or lose, she is the embodiment of grace.That is one reason why Alyssa Smith is an American Girl. She is intelligent and creative and vivacious. She is also an avid reader. Between art and dance classes she manages to play sports year-round, never quitting in spite of the fact that she is far from being a natural athlete. Whether it is gymnastics or cheerleading or soccer, she
is always active, always social. At eight years old, she hasn't learned yet how to discriminate; she loves everyone. Her passion is for art and for people, and she gives herself completely to whatever she is doing and whoever she is with.And she cannot help but teach. She seizes every opportunity to lead the cheers for the squad, or teach whoever she's with some new craft she learned. At slumber parties she is the one who initiates and organizes activities. (Her favorite is to make improv plays for the adults to watch.) She just HAS to be in the middle of everything that's going on, not to be the star, but just to have fun with everyone.
Alyssa may one day assume the title as America's craftiest person. Her dedication to arts and crafts is matched only by her giftedness. Two years ago, she rearranged our curtains for us, something unexpected from a six year old, but guests still comment on them today. Likewise the oil painting she gave me this Christmas that hangs proudly in my office. And although not everything she does turns out perfectly (I've thrown away reams of doodles scratched out on whatever paper she can find), she never quits. My wife and I sometimes wonder if she will replace Martha Stewart on television one day!
One of the things I appreciate about Alydoodle, as a father, is that she is careful not to set other-worldly expectations. That is, she's good about setting "girl-sized" goals. Her focus is always on the present, on THIS game, THIS project, THIS effort. Her goals do not extend beyond the current season. She doesn't worry about things beyond her ability to control. Always she is concerned about the challenge of today. Rising to the occasion, rather than suffering anxiety over it.
I don't know who the "Real Girl of the Year" will be, but Alyssa Renae Smith deserves serious consideration. She is amazing.
Friday, February 22, 2008
WARNING: May be offensive to some college students.
I weep for the Bride of Christ. I weep because my kids do a better job of this than most of the young 'leaders' in the church today.
In the Spanish epic El Poema de Mio Cid there is a line:
“¡Oh Dios, qué buen vasallo
si tuviese buen Señor!”
Translation: "God! What a good vassal, if only he had a good Lord."
And it is this line that I am horrifically remined of time and again as I look out across the current generation of young (under-25) leaders in the church. There are so many good followers of Christ, and so few good leaders. On a recent trip to El Salvador I spent the better part of a week meeting with national, regional and local leaders and was shocked, truly shocked at how poor the country is in its leadership. There are a few bright stars in the night sky, but most of the church is flailing about in the darkness, desperate for men to lead them. We visited somewhere in the neighborhood of a dozen churches and without exception they yearned for discipleship and evangelism training, and PASTORAL LEADERSHIP. After surveying the wreckage that passes for leadership in the Church in El Salvador, I returned smugly home to my ministry among college students here, thinking how blessed we were in the church in America, only to discover an even worse tragedy; not only is there a desperate need for the same training and leadership, here exist as well the twin spirits of apathy and arrogance.
I am saddened that there is an entire generation of leaders growing up in our churches and schools who think they are soooo cool. Too cool. Many of them are arrogant enough to think they've got it all figured out. Others too apathetic to care. And still others who make the unfortunate mistake of rejecting the present to embrace a future they are ill-equipped to understand, articulate or justify. They're so invested in orthopraxy that they've forgotten orthodoxy completely. They're in such a rush to do good things they forget that it is only through long centuries of hard study by previous generations that they even have the slightest clue what 'good things' are.
I am saddened that they, the leaders, so quickly throw away "traditional" methods of education, like seminary, in favor of their own wisdom, usually gleaned from trolling the internet for quotes, surfing Wiki-pedia, and midnight discussions with peers over pizza. Wow. Now THAT'S what I call "being diligent." The hubris is as heart-breaking as it is spectacular. And many who read this won't even know what I just said. But rather than looking up 'hubris' and 'orthopraxy' in the dictionary they'll write it off as irrelevant because I'm too old-fashioned, or just plain too old. (The King James, BTW, of 2 Timothy 2:15, says, "Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth." They believe instead that they can get closer to God, not by studying His word, but by "living it out." (What exactly they're living out, they wouldn't know because they haven't studied the book--indeed, don't know how to study it--which they're supposedly embracing more deeply, but hey, let's not go there.)
I am saddened because if I have to listen to one more ignorant fool raving about how important it is to get on with living the Christian life without taking the time to seriously consider what that means (and by 'seriously consider' I mean study deeply, not just read another Shane Clairborne or Donald Miller novel)... I just might vomit.
Maybe I'm being too harsh. Maybe in my desire to serve God and His people I have overreached. Maybe. Maybe the people I think of as leaders, aren't. Maybe I need to rethink my whole leadership paradigm. Maybe the people I see desiring influence in the kingdom of God are really just a bunch of pretenders. Or maybe they're just a lot more immature than I thought. I should know. I was a late bloomer myself. I piddled through college in a blazing five and a half years with a scorchin' hot 2.4 GPA. It wasn't until I had already been in ministry for a year that I fully realized that in order to be effective I had to get educated. I started in seminary at 28 years old.
Look. What I'm saying is pretty simple. If you think God is calling you to be a leader in the church (music/youth/children/pastoral/missions/etc.) and you haven't taken time to seriously consider your spiritual education, you're a joke. And the Bride of Christ deserves better than that, and God's word demands more from you. "Just Do It" was a greatNike slogan, but they left it up to YOU to define what IT is. That won't fly in the church. If you would be a shepherd of God's flock, a lead in Christ's bride, you have to be the one to define IT, and that requires more than most of you are giving. It requires formal education. It requires reading, STUDYING. The Apostle Paul understood that. He was educated. And apparently the Holy Spirit thought it was important enough to write down. Consider that the next time you open you Bible. Are you skimming though a chapter, or are you meking every effort, being diligent, studying so that you can lead effectively God's people.
Be diligent to present yourself approved to God as a workman who does not need to be ashamed , accurately handling the word of truth. 2 Timothy 2:15
Friday, February 15, 2008
Just when you thought...
Friday, January 25, 2008
Letters to the Editor: Mike Pound column
Globe columnist
I’m disappointed with Matt Blunt.I thought he was different. I thought he was better than all the other politicians who have decided not run for re-election. And he was — at first.
When the story first broke that Matt didn’t want to be governor anymore, I was hopeful that we were seeing history in the making. For the first time, I thought, we had a politician who was not going to run for re-election because he said he had accomplished everything he had set out to accomplish. Later, he said he didn’t want to be governor anymore because he lost his mission.
I liked those reasons for no longer wanting to be governor. I was proud of Matt for saying those things. I was proud of Matt for going out on his own terms. For being his own governor who didn’t want to be governor. In effect, Matt was standing up and saying: “I don’t care what past governors who no longer wanted to be governor said. I don’t want to be governor because I got all my work done.”
Downright inspiring is what it was.
Then my hopes were dashed. Then my faith in Matt was destroyed. My faith was destroyed by one little line in an Associated Press story explaining why else Matt didn’t want to be governor anymore: He also said he wanted to spend more time with his wife, Melanie, and 2-year-old son, Branch.
Darn it, Matt, you were so close. You were so close to being my hero. So close to being someone that I would be proud to see go on to higher public offices. But no, you had to ruin everything. You had to say you were not running so you could spend more time with your family.
See, Matt, everyone who quits says he wants to spend more time with the family. It’s the verbal equivalent of checking into rehab. Not that I’m suggesting that you need to check into rehab. I’m just saying that just about anyone who decides to quit a job because of some sort of scandal quits and then immediately checks into rehab. Not that I’m saying you’re quitting because of some sort of scandal. I’m just saying I wish you hadn’t said you were quitting to spend more time with your family.
I don’t mean to criticize here, but if you really wanted to spend more time with your family, I’m thinking you probably shouldn’t have been governor in the first place. Matt, did you talk to any of the other governors before you decided you wanted to be governor? Did you ask any of the other governors if they got to spend a lot of time with their families?
See, I would have.
The thing is, Matt, I loved your original reasons for not wanting to be governor. I think basically saying “Well, citizens, my work here is done” is something the Lone Ranger would say. The only thing cooler than you saying “Well, citizens, my work here is done” would have been if you had hopped on your fiery white steed and galloped away with a hearty “Hi-ho, Silver.”
But no, you had to ruin it. You had to have the Lone Ranger say, “Well, citizens, I am taking off my mask so I can spend more time with Tonto.” Not that I’m suggesting that you wear a mask. I’m just saying I liked your first reasons for not wanting to be governor.
Matt, I had high hopes for you. When you said you didn’t want to be governor anymore because you had done everything you wanted to do, I was moved almost to tears. Matt, I dared to dream that one day, you would go on to decide you didn’t want to be vice president of the United States.
But you ruined that dream for me, Matt. You ruined it with that one little sentence in that AP story.
Now, if you will excuse me, I need to stop now. I need to go home and spend more time with my family.
My response:
Mike Pound's column disparaging Gov. Blunt's reasons for leaving office was sad. I was surprised and offended that he would so easily criticize a public servant who has done so much in so short a time. Pound sounded arrogant and ignorant all at once. Perhaps that wasn't his intent, but that's the way the article read. It sounded like an attack on family values, and that, more than anything, doesn't belong in print.
You can do better than that Mr. Pound. As a columnist you have a voice most of us don't. To use it so negatively is a betrayal of your talent, an affront to your readers, and a black mark on your own character record. Governor Blunt is ending his term of public service with honor and integrity. Will you?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The Supremacy of Theology in Christian Living.
Let us not forget that the Holy Spirit used the ivory tower to reveal and develop most of the theology we take blithely for granted. We MUST exercise caution. The most dangerous zealots and cults in Christendom all say, "I'm just gonna do what the Bible says," without spending the time to understand the faith they claim. Let us not forget that Jehovah's Witnesses "believe what the Bible says," and Mormons, "Believe what the Bible says." Branch Davidians (David Koresh), People's Temple (Jim Jones), and Christian Science Church (Mary Baker Eddy) are all examples of 'Christian teaching' that one is powerless to refute if one's deepest theological inklings are limited to 'I believe what the Bible says.'
I'm worn out by this generation that is so desperate for authentic Christian living that it shuns authentic Christian thinking. Their passion for doing good works is unparalleled, but so is their desire to leave behind the modern church. "Love God, hate the church?" Is a remarkably successful marketing strategy because not since the Mayflower landed has a group of Americans been so quick to leave behind the past in an effort to change the future. My deepest fear is that they will succeed.
In their mad rush to reclaim theology (what theology even they can't articulate) and create a new church, they neglect the hard-earned lessons of two-thousand years of solid Christian thinking. It is as if they believe that they and they alone have a clear understanding of the person and work of the Holy Spirit (which they haven't actually studied, but read a cool verse about last week!) They would like to begin anew with orthopraxy, instead of orthodoxy, not realizing that to do so is not only impractical, but foolish.
They speak of tolerance, spoon-fed to them from birth by a liberal-secular establishment bent on erasing moral boundaries at all costs, as if it was the only value that mattered. They view it as essential to true Christian Living. Sadly, they fail completely to understand how devilishly simple the trap is that they spring on themselves when they believe such drivel. Tolerance? Tolerance of what? Poor fashion sense? Bad driving? Taxes? Smoking? Drug abuse? Homosexuality? Religious opinion? Adultery? Child-molestation? Poverty? Murder? War? Where do we draw the line? Without THEOLOGY, no one knows. But to this generation, that doesn't seem to be important. What is important to them is that we all just get along. (Conveniently ignoring the fact that seven billion autonomous individuals aren't likely to do so without rigid enforcement: Tolerance Police!) They claim that tolerance is somehow related to love and respect, and they fear above all else that they will be labeled 'judgmental,' and they are willing to compromise Truth to prove it.
Theology is the framework though which we define God. And you can cringe at the idea that anyone as frail as a human being would attempt to define God, but that ignores the fact that we do it all the time AND WERE CREATED TO DO SO!
"Jesus is Lord." Say it, and you have defined God.
"God is omniscient." Say it, and you have defined God.
"God is not omniscient." Say it, and you have defined God.
"Lord, help me, please." Pray it, and you have revealed to us all that you are guilty of defining God as one who has the power to A) Hear prayer, B) Understand your plea, and C) Respond.
Theology, to put it personally, is your attempt to comprehend God. And it is that understanding that will frame the way you live your life. Perhaps we should stop whining and start thinking and talking and debating theology. After all, we all have an opinion of God, an idea, an understanding, a definition... a theology. And wouldn't it be nice if that theology was grounded in reality, truth, logic?
Shall we (the followers of Jesus) elevate 'tolerance' to the status of moral virtue? Tough question. A question with real theological implications. The Bible may be shallow enough for the smallest child to swim in, but it is deep enough to drown an Olympic swimmer as well. In the words of Philip Yancey, "“We dare not confine theology to seminary coffee shops where professors and students play mental badminton. It affects all of us.” This generation is bent on the elevation of 'Christian living.' What is "Christian living" if not applied theology? As for me, "I just believe what the Bible says."
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
BBWAA and the HOF
At the end of the day, there is no physical evidence that McGwire did steroids. Not one used needle, not one wadded up receipt, not one empty vial. Only his word that he did not, and someone else's that he did. The whole thing boils down to a lot of finger pointing, and the BBWAA have apparently decided that anyone caught up in the court of public opinion must be banished from the Hall before they get there. Asinine! (That means "utterly stupid" for you BBWAA members who might somehow stumble upon this). SHAME ON YOU! You seemed so much more intelligent before you voted.
Hey, if I accused Peter Gammons of using steroids, do you think they'd take his vote away? Gosh, wouldn't that feel good?!
Monday, January 07, 2008
NCAA Football: A sport without a champion III
Hey, at least they're honest about it. They used to lie and call it a schedule issue: too much time, too many games. Then they added Conference Championships, a twelfth regular season game, pre-season kick-off games, and realized that even Forest Gump wasn't buying that crap. Pathetic.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
How long, oh Lord
That is the question that haunts my conscience every time I visit Oregon. I am a creation of the Northwest, of Oregon, and that is where I belong. I feel at times like an exile, like Ezekiel, a prophet of old, crying out in the wilderness. My heart yearns for tall mountains, clear streams and Douglas Fir. I miss pine trees and rain and moss. I miss home.
But Joplin is where You have called me, and I will not resist Your call. These are Your people too, and they need Your word, Your love, Your Son. I have taken a wife from the Midwest, whose heart is here, who's needs are my needs, and who's dreams are my dreams. And to her I will remain faithful. She is the love of my life, more beautiful than the Cascade mountains, more refreshing than the waterfalls that flow through the mountains of my home, steadier than the Ponderosa pines reaching for the sky in the forests of my true home. She is the love of my life, and to her I will remain faithful.
She is a child of the Midwest, to her family I will remain true.
You have blessed me to serve Your purposes in the Midwest, and I have seen Your mighty hand pouring out blessing around me. To You I will be faithful, oh Lord, for Your purposes are higher than mine, Your plan more perfect, Your desires more pure. To You, oh Lord, will I cling, in the wilderness of life.
How long, oh Lord, will you keep me in the Midwest?
Fantasy Football
In my first foray into fantasy football in more than a decade, I managed to do fairly well. I finished 56th out of 35,308 participants in Facebook. Total score 1334.57, as if that matters. Anyway, its a small thing, and I'm not sure I want to do it again, but its nice to know that when I talk about football, I am apparently not a complete idiot. And, yes, I won the BSU league, handily beating all 12 opponents. Why am I even blogging about this? Pathetic. I need to get a life.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Not so famous, not so last, words
Time comes for all men, and now it has come for me. Even as I pen these words I am cognizant of the fact that the Lord Most High has smiled on my life. If you are reading this after I have passed on, know that He smiles still.
I have done my best to life fully, abundantly, and though not perfect, it has been amazing. I have loved my family— Mandi, Alyssa, Nate, and Anna—with the hope that regardless of what their future holds, they will know that I am for them. I have all too often served myself and stand awestruck that God has allowed me the privilege of serving Him as He has. Like John Paul Jones, I regret that I have but one life to give.
What purpose my death may serve, God alone knows, but this one thing I know: God's purposes are always good, even when the frailty of human intellect fails to perceive them. May God bless and keep you as He has me, lo, these rich years of my life. Amen.
Friday, December 14, 2007
The Mitchell Report
Listen, am I advocating steroids in sports? Actually no. I'd love nothing more than a pure game with pure athletes. But the reality is that every pro in every sport is looking for every edge he or she can get. Punishing them after their playing careers are over is ridiculous. If they've broken the law, let the government mete out just punishment after a fair trial. If they are caught by the governing bodies of their respective sports, let them be banned form playing. But let's not pretend the games weren't played, the records weren't set, the results weren't recorded in history. I mean, c'mon. Let's say Clemons did juice. Are YOU going to be the one to take the World Series away from the Yankees for cheating? I didn't think so. SO, if by some miracle you happen to be reading this and you happen to be a HOF voter, sit down, shut up, and vote YES. Keeping guys like McGwire, Clemens, Palmiero and Bonds out of the Hall isn't just, but it is stupid. This isn't the first time I've written about 'roids in baseball, I hope it is the last. As a fan, I'm tired of hearing about it, but I have the common sense to know that the best players, regardless of how they got to be the best players, deserve their place among the game's greats.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
10 Things I enjoy about living in Joplin, MO
1. Friends
2. Our ministry at the BSU
3. Forest Park Baptist Church
4. Being close to family
5. Closer to Oregon than Bloomington
6. "Opa's" (Mythos: authentic reek cuisine. The kids call it 'Opa's' because that's what you yell when they light the cheese appetizer on fire at your table.)
7. Mark Dinwiddie, and not just because he pays for lunch on Mondays.
8. Well, I'm not sure I can go any deeper, but I will say that we have seen God do amazing things in the 2.5 years we've been here, and that makes up for A LOT.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
NCAA football: a sport without a champion II
And while I'm ranting, kudos to the Associated Press for having the wherewithal to stay above the BCS joke, er, system by not allowing their own poll to be used in it. BTW, six different teams received No. 1 consideration in the AP poll this week. Ha!
Peace out.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
10 Things I Miss About Eugene, Oregon
- The geography, especially the mountains (Oregon is more geographically diverse than most of the country combined.)
- The climate (mild summers, mild winters, lots of rain and if you want cold, climb a mountain!)
- Friends
- Family
- Fishing (Oregon has everything the Midwest has, plus the ocean, trout, salmon, steelhead, etc.)
- The University of Oregon ( Yes, it's a bastion of immorality, anarchy, liberalism and neo-pagan crap, but I will bleed green and yellow 'til I die. GO DUCKS!)
- Track Town Pizza (Bloomington had a better culinary scene, but Track Town is awesome.)
- Seeing world class athletes jogging around town. (Eugene isn't "Track Town" for nothing.)
- The performing arts community (truly special)
- Public lands (camping, fishing, hunting, hiking, canoeing, skiing, etc., are all much easier to access and in prettier areas than Midwest states offer.)
- Flora and Fauna (biodiversity is not something you see in the Midwest, comparatively speaking. Just compare landscaping if you don't believe me.)
- Bike lanes
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Million Dollar Ideas I won't pursue
- Cherry flavored Niquil sno-cones. Parents drug their kids all the time. When one of our twins was having trouble sleeping at night our doctor actually TOLD us to use sudafed to know him out. This way you could do it without playing the dreaded 'medicine' card. Incidently, I personally think the same idea could be applied to Bon-Bons for adults.
- A full-body glazer. While watching the doughnuts at Krispy Kreme go through the glaze bath Mandi realized that if you could do that to an actual person, husbands everywhere would be eternally grateful... (Hey, it was her idea! I just wanted a doughnut.)
- Stimplants. This is basically a twist on the whole shock-collars-for-kids idea. If you're into Star Wars, think of the restraining bolts on droids. The idea is to implant a device under the skin that would enable parents at the touch of a button to give their kids a small jolt of electric discipline. I mean, we're almost at the point now where we're going to implant locator chips so they can't get abducted, so why not just add a little upgrade? (This last one is mine, not Mandi's.)
10 Things I miss about Bloomington, IN
This really isn't meant as a condemnation of Joplin, but there are certain aspects of any community that are special and unique. Having lived for three years in Bloomington, Indiana, we grew especially fond of the culture there in several respects. And, okay, so the list is actually eleven things, not ten. Hey, it could've been thirty!
- Division I sports
- Real soccer leagues (7 NCAA titles by Indiana University has made it a soccer-crazy town)
- The entire culinary scene (especially Opie Taylor's and Snow Lion, but this could be the entire list if you get right down to it. Restaurant Row? AMAZING!)
- Downtown Bloomington (Especially at Christmas when the lights are up)
- The Indiana Daily Student (featuring Get Fuzzy)
- Ice Cream Parlors (NO, Joplin does NOT have a single real ice cream parlor, and YES that includes Shake's and Braum's... okay, Shake's is borderline, but just barely)
- Brown County (It's not Oregon, but it sure beats SW Missouri for natural beauty)
- The friends we made who still live there
- Borders and Barnes and Noble (real bookstores)
- Seeing the Indianapolis Colts play every Sunday
- The performing arts community. (Much livelier than we have here in Joplin. The music school at IU alone is a hue difference. Imagine being able to hear world class musicians anytime you want for free... wouldn't that be nice? Well, in Bloomington that's just normal.)
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thanksgiving Day
After gorging on turkey, ham, mashed potatoes with gravy, cranberry jelly, homemade rolls, green beans, corn, sweet potatoes, deviled eggs, etc., etc., etc., I was too full to head to the dessert table, choosing instead to veg-out on the couch while I tried not to explode. Note to self: sweats were a good choice. The elastic waist band really helps when you’ve chosen gluttony over common sense. Anyway, sans dessert, I cleaned two plates of food and spent the next four hours on the couch watching football. Dallas beat the Jets, and Green Bay beat the Lions. The Colts won today as well, but that one was on the NFL Network, which no one I know has in their cable package. I guess it only comes with the premium premium package. Numbskulls. I wish they’d just drop it completely and leave Thanksgiving to Dallas and Detroit.
The kids had a good time. Nate had a great time wrestling with the other boys (Isaac and Kyle). He said its funner than wrestling Daddy because they’re the same size he is. Honestly, I’m not sure what the girls did, they stayed in the kitchen most of the time.
We went home early. Before dinner. Mandi and I are recovering from colds and Alyssa and Anna are just coming down with it. All in all it was a great day. Tomorrow, we shop. Not sure how I feel about that yet. Thanks, God, for giving our family such a wonderful experience… again.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
NCAA football: a sport without a champion

2008 University of Utah (13-0)
2006 Boise State University (13-0)
1999 Marshall University (13-0)
1998 Tulane University (12-0)
1997 University of Michigan (12-0)
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Get Fuzzy

Tuesday, November 13, 2007
On parenting...
Friday, November 09, 2007
Memories from Childhood: Go-Kart!
I can’t tell you how many hours I spent with that cart, I can only say that it was amazing fun. It also gave me something to do with my dad. Dad was a total gearhead. Still is. I think the go-kart was his way of trying to connect with me. Although I never developed his love of all things mechanical, I loved working with him on the kart. There wasn’t much to do really; change the oil once in a while, clean the spark plug from time to time, gas it up and let her fly! But once in a while I’d need his help to set the mix in the carburetor, or weld a crack in the frame… Once I let a friend, Andy Gutowski, drive it and he wrecked it into our fence. Tore the carburetor right off the engine. What a mess. Dad was pissed. We eventually got it fixed though.
The last real memory I have of it is the day we destroyed the engine. We set the rear axle up on blocks and were trying to adjust the throttle when it suddenly threw a rod. It blasted through the engine block, missed my leg by about six inches and hammered into the fence about thirty feet behind us. Oil everywhere. Needless to say, that was the end of that. We were both just happy to be in one piece. I have to say that as disappointing as it was to lose the motor like that, it was awesome to watch. Dad eventually replaced the motor, but it was never the same.
