Monday, October 27, 2008

American politics, ugh.

“In my country, we have two parties. The stupid party, of which I am a member, and the evil party, which we oppose vehemently. Sometimes my party wins, in which case we get lots of stupid legislation. Sometimes the other party wins, in which case we get lots of evil legislation. Occasionally, the parties act together in what we call 'bipartisanship,' in which case we get legislation which is both evil and stupid.”

-Anonymous



I don't know who came up with that, but I'd like to kiss them right on the mouth. Our beloved presidential candidates who care so much about our country are spending more than a BILLION dollars combined to get themselves elected. The audacity of WHAT?! Obama will collect somewhere in the neighborhood of $700 million by election day. (He raked in $150 in September alone! Meanwhile, approximately eighty-seven thousand children starved to death in the same month. Uh, Senator...) McCain, meanwhile, is way behind with a measly $400-or-so million. And you'd better believe they'll use it. Of course, there'll be a little left over, I'm sure, to retire on if they need it. (It pays to be a candidate, or did you actually think Governor Palin was going to return that $200,000 wardrobe for which the Republican Party recently paid? Your financial contributions at work.)

And here I was thinking that the economy was in trouble. Apparently not. Apparently there are a myriad of Mavriholics and Obamunists out there who have plenty of disposable income available to give. If only we could convince them to give to something worthwhile...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Summer Olympics XXIX: Beijing 1

I LOVE THE OLYMPICS. Summer, winter, it doesn't matter. I love the Olympic games. All the events, the medal ceremonies, the pomp, the grandeur of it all. It is pretty much the epitome of sports, and in many ways the pinnacle of humanity. Sort of like World Cup Soccer, only better.



It doesn't hurt to be American either. Being a world sports powerhouse, it gives you plenty for which to cheer.



Yesterday I heard the story of Lin Hao and nearly cried. All hail the Chinese for brilliantly placing the 9-year-old life boy next to the 7-foot 6-inch basketball hero Yao Ming during the opening ceremoies (which I missed). Yao might be the biggest celebrity in China, but even he should be humbled by the hero of the Sichuan earthquake. (When asked why he went into the rubble of his collapsed school twice to pull out classmates (2/3 of whom died in the quake), Hao said, "I was the hall monitor, it was my job to look after my school mates..." Kid's got more courage in his little finger than most people have in their whole body. The contrast between sports celeb and life hero was staggering.



Then there's American swimmer Dara Torres, at 41 she's still winning Olympic medals and so concerned about the issue of a drug scandal she's volunteering for extra testing and requested that samples of her blood be frozen so future tests might be run as the technoogy becomes available. 41? Are you kidding me?!



Or how about the 33-year-old German female gymnast Oksana Chusovitina. I say German, she won a gold medal for the Unified team in, get this, 1992! Later she competed for Uzbekistan. When her son needed chemotherapy for Leukemia, she immigrated to Germany for better medical treatment. WAY TO GO MOM!!! A thirty-three-year-old gymnast?! She's old enough to be the mother of an olympic gymnast. AWESOME!!!



Of course, there's always the pool. I was literally screaming at my television today during the 4X100 freestyle. A member of the French team, Alain Bernard, shot his mouth off before the meet saying, "The Americans? We're going to smash them. That's what we came here for." Well, the American B-team set a world record in the prelims, and then the A-team got the job done in the final that saw five teams eclipse that record. M. Alain had a body length lead going into the final leg, then choked like a... Frenchman... and lost the race by .08 seconds. HA! (I told you it was great to be an American.)



Cullen Jones. Just another random athlete? No, he's an Olympic swimmer who very nearly drowned as a kid. They pumped a pint of water out of his lungs before he started breathing again. Oh yeah, and he's only the second black American to win gold in a swimming event (the above mentioned 4X100 freestyle.



With stories like these, how can anyone not love the Olympic Games?

Friday, July 11, 2008

The (Lamentable) Exhuberance of Youth

George Bernard Shaw once said, "youth is wasted on the young." At 37, I'm still a fairly young man, but I have perceived that he's right. By the time you're wisdom--and the maturity and discipline to follow it--set in, the flower of life has begin to fade. It's not that visible at first, I mean, at 37 I'm still pretty much in the prime of life. Still, I'm not who I once was. Physically at least, I've peaked. Oh, yes, I could potentially whip myself into the best shape of my life, but really, I understand now that physical ability and appearance are only shadows of reality. They have some value, but no real eternal significance. More importantly I've begun to see how important it is to understand real wisdom and to pass it on to others. Time and again I see a generation behind me making "smart" choices and all I can do is hang my shake my head in awe at the laughable excuses they make for the results they reap from the folly they justify in their pride.

Most evident to me is the error (sin?) of Christian liberty. The young will claim their freedom in Christ as they commit one foolish act after another. "Flee temptation," says the Bible. "PFFFT," say the young. "Restraint!" says the scripture. "Eat, drink and be merry!" cries the young Believer. It is often only with age that we understand the difference between the sarcasm of Solomon and the plea of Christ to "be of good cheer." Rare indeed is the 20-something willing to let go their freedom to embrace the blessed slavery of the cross. Rare indeed is the youth capable of or even interested in understanding the difference between being save from sin and saved to serve. More common is the attitude of independence that claims the middle ground, lives not for Christ, not for Satan, but for self--if truth be told. Loudly they cry out, "NO! That's not true!" Then they'll head for the pub to talk about it, then go home to complain about it to their live-in girlfriend, blissfully unaware that they look and sound like idiots. (Justifying their questionable behavior with hollow, yet firmly held arguments such as "Luther did it" or "We're changing culture." Which is just a lot of bullsh... What they really mean, if they were honest with themselves is, "We want this. The world says it's hip, and we want to be hip too, so we're going to do it no matter what you say." Their theology, mostly gleaned by trolling the internet, is populist and sad; grounded in self rather than scripture.

If only they could all star in their own Youtube hit series! That would prove their intelligence! Wouldn't it?! If only we gray-haired old fogeys would read their blog! THEN we'd understand how the world REALLY is, and we'd KNOW how messed up WE are and how righteous THEY are. If only we'd bow to their superior interpretations of reality... But we don't. Mental midgets that we are, we insist that education and experience trump Myspace.

They want to change the world by conforming to it as much as possible without actually sinning. Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? I have. And I noticed while there that they always put these guard rails up not at the very lip of the canyon, but set back several feet. Why? So you don't trip and fall over; to warn you of the danger you're in. And what do most kids do when they get there? Jump the rail and head for the edge! Now, they might not fall over, but that doesn't mean they made the right choice. The smart choice. The wise choice. Does it? Of course not. Yet that's the attitude of so many of today's youth. They want to push the limits.

Alcohol? "Who cares? Everyone drinks, don't they?"

Pre-marital sex? "Cool. As long as it's not actual intercourse, it's okay."

Gambling? "More innocent fun."

Co-habitating with your boyfriend/girlfriend? "If you don't like it, that's your problem!"



In all these cases and countless more, SIN is not necessarily present, but is CLEARLY lurking nearby. What it the WISE thing to do? I'll leave you to figure it out for yourself, just please don't ask anyone under 25.

I like the way J. Robertson McQuilken puts it:

I think God has planned the strength and beauty of youth to be physical. But the strength and beauty of age is spiritual. We gradually lose the strength and beauty that is temporary so we'll be sure to concentrate on the strength and beauty which is forever. It makes us more eager to leave behind the temporary, deteriorating part of us and be truly homesick for our eternal home. If we stayed young and strong and beautiful, we might never want to leave!

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Looking back at what I've just written, I can't help but feel a sense of deja vu. I've written this before. And it sounds like I hold a grudge against those blessed with the youth I've lost and misspent. I'm sorry for that. The fact is that I care very much for those in whose hand I must eventually leave the world. And they are wonderful, for all the mistakes they make. My own generation cannot escape the plain truth that WE are the ones responsible for failing to make the world a better place for them to grow up in, so how hard can I be, really, on those who follow?

Truth be told, I'm excited to see the incredible things they will do once they understand how precious life is; once they cease to take for granted the time they have and wisdom sets in like a fire out of control. Perhaps their passion will burn hot enough that they will succeed where we have failed. Wisdom, their great failing now, inevitably WILL come. And therein lies the hope. My own generation, the original "me" generation, has aimed our full measure of force on seeking our own selfish desires first. Perhaps our children, and theirs, will be wise enough to learn from that mistake...

Sunday, June 22, 2008

One great day

Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I spent some serious man-time with Nate during the day and got to baptize both him and Anna in the evening. The whole thing started out innocently enough with Anna asking to get baptized. She's asked several times about baptism over the past year, but we told her she needed to wait until she was seven. Yes, its somewhat arbitrary, but we decided that although all three of our kids accepted Christ at such a young age (the girls at four, Nate at five) that we'd make them all wait until they were seven to get baptized. Naturally, once Anna brought it up, Nate asked about it as well, which was interesting since he's never really mentioned it before. Anyway, we settled on the details (June 21 at the Saturday night service at church) and everyone was excited. Then we realized that Disney's newest pre-teen hit Camp Rock was scheduled to be released the night before. Now, I could care less about Walt Disney, but Alyssa was excited, so we arranged for her two cousins (Ava and Olivia) to come up from Commerce, OK to watch it with her and spend the night. That's when things got interesting.


With the girls coming over to spend the night, the plan was to send them home with family the next day after the baptism. Great plan, but there was a flaw: Nate. I love my son too much to abandon him to a day long estrogen festival. At this age, he needs some man-time. So I talked it over with him and we formulated our own plan. Friday night we watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Good movie, even if it is a little old for him. Then on Saturday, while the girls giggled and played dress up and had tea parties and all other sorts of fluffy fun, we went to Prairie State Park and hiked the Drover's Trail. It was a blast. Eighty-five degree heat, no trees, no water but what you carry in, and bison. Yes, bison. Huge, hairy, manly bison. And let me just add that there is no such thing as a girly bison. The bulls are over a thousand pounds, and even the cows are intensely manly, if for no other reason than that they can kill you if you play with them.


Anyway, our adventure started out with a close encounter with the bison. The herd was hanging out on the trail, so we approached with caution hoping that when they sensed our presence they would move. I was surprised at close we could get without startling them... And for the most part, the plan worked perfectly. The only exception is that when they did finally move, they moved in our direction! Not good.


"Nate, move faster!"


They weren't charging us, they were just curious about who we were. But when you're only seventy-five feet away, its still a bit scary to see about a million pounds of muscle and horns coming right at you. So as they meandered directly toward our position, we beat a hasty retreat back to the visitor's center which was the longest quarter mile I've ever had to travel. Since the Drover's trail is a loop, we decided to travel in the opposite direction and hope the bison had moved on when we got back to that point.



Did I mention that there is ZERO shade on the Drover's Trail? There are however, prairie chickens. I've never seen a prairie chicken, but we found three on our hike, which was really cool since they wait until you're almost on top of them before they break cover. The second one was so close when it took off that Nate and I were both startled enough to take a step back. Then an amazing thing happened; Nate found a chick. A prairie chick. That's just unheard of. We could go back on that trail a thousand times and not see it. I walked right over it. I think any adult would, but Nate's still pretty close to the ground, so he spotted the movement right away. I caught it and we took a picture with it... beautiful. The staff at the visitor's center was astounded. They asked for a copy of the picture.


By the time we got back to the place where the bison had blocked the trail, they'd moved on, so we had a clear shot to the visitor's center. The prairie was beautiful.



The prairie was also hot and muggy. We'd been on that trail for about two hours in the heat of the day and we here scorched, so our next stop was the creek that runs through the park. We soaked our feet, drank some water (I filtered it first!) and just relaxed for a bit before getting back in the car and heading for home. On the way out we stopped to help a box turtle cross the road. I love turtles. So does Nate. And, honestly, none of our adventure would have been worth it if he hadn't been there to share it with. I hope we can have many more outdoor adventures like it in the future.


The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful, but church was great. Pastor John brought a great message, Lloyd and the band were ON, and, of course, the whole family (Mandi's side) was there to watch the baptism. Anna and Nate did fantastic. The only hitch was that we got confused as to where the person taking pictures should stand, so all we got was their backs. Oh well. Being able to baptize your own children is one of life's greatest blessings. It's hard to describe, but it feels like you've done something right. And I don't mean that you didn't drown them, I mean that for the duration of their little lives it feels like, as a parent, you're not a complete failure. I think you have to have kids of your own to understand what I mean by that. Anyhow, I can't wait to see who they become as Christ molds their lives. Thank you, Jesus, for a fantastic day.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Tiger Woods: Human?


Now, like most rational human beings on planet Earth, I am a monotheist; Southern Baptist by flavor. Let me just say that up front. But has anyone noticed that Tiger Woods seems to be something other than human? I mean, he's won 10 of his last 13 tournaments on a ruptured ACL, hasn't finished worst than 5th in any of them, and just stole his 3rd U.S. Open on a fractured tibia. I'm not saying he's a god, but that certainly challenges the limits of believability if you think he's human. I'm not a golf fan by any stretch of the imagination, but Tiger is simply a joy to watch. I mean, really, if God did play golf, how much better could He be? Which brings up an interesting point. I know Jesus was fully man and fully God, but was He fully Tiger? At this point I'm not sure.


Not that Tiger deserves to be worshipped, that would be a sin. Idolatry to be exact. So I guess I'm not really sure how to deal with him. Should we admire him for being such an incredible golfer? Or should we shun him for slumming around here on earth, masquerading as a real person, when he should be off on some other planet or in some other dimension with others of his kind.


I wonder if, wherever he's really from, he's such a good golfer there?

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"

My friend Jenni Perkins wrote this great blog on her facebook page and I wanted to save it because I believe she dead-on right.


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 was thinking recently about the Problem of Evil. It is, perhaps, he greatest quandary of the Christian faith. I've read several books on the subjects and I'm sure I'll continue to study it in the future, but one thing I realize that amazes me continually is that I don't get it... And by that I mean, I can't get it. The Bible speaks quite clearly to this issue in both Job and the Gospels and the answer that God gives, however unsatisfactory, is that there are some things we just can't understand. And that may sound anti-intellectual, but its true nevertheless. The fact is that there are things out there that are fully incomprehensible, metaphysical questions that we will just never grasp. And at some point we need to embrace that. I don't mean we should stop funding science or anything like that. I just mean that at some point we must come to grips with the fact that we ourselves are not capable of understanding everything, that it is only intellectual arrogance to assume that all knowledge is within our grasp.

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...

A friend recently asked me a great question about salvation. She wanted to know what the minimum is that a person needs to believe to be saved. Her point was that there are a lot of people out there calling themselves Christians that tend to believe that salvation rests in, “Jesus and.” Jesus AND baptism. Jesus AND good works. Jesus AND sacraments. Jesus AND having a bus load of kids so you can populate your own planet after you die…

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?

So, I'm reading through the Bible in a year, using the Chronological Bible (NLT) by Tyndale Press, and, yes, I'm a week behind. However, I noticed something interesting in my reading this morning. King David, at the end of his life, in his final instructions to his son Solomon who has already been named king and is sitting on the throne in Jerusalem, basically sets up two final "acts of justice." He tells Solomon to arrange the deaths of Joab and Shimea, both of whom deserved death much earlier, but received mercy from David to this point. What I found interesting was that in Psalm 4:4 David writes, "Don't sin by letting anger control you. Think about it overnight and remain silent. (The Chronological Bible lists most of David's psalms right after he dies, not knowing exactly when they were composed.) Anyway, I found it very interesting that David followed his own advice to keep silent, but I have to wonder if he let his anger control him. I mean, certainly, in the heat of the moment he was careful not to let his anger get the better of him (although lust is another story), BUT the fact that he his last words to his son include instructions to kill his former enemies leaves one guessing about his ability to let go of that anger. I look forward to getting back to the study and digging into this intriguing aspect of his character...

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

One day, there was a man named Jon,
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!

There's so much more to say. I hate to even post this because it seems so shallow, so uncritical. It ignores important arguments to draw light to certain issues, and I hate that, but what can I do. I'd write a book, but within the context of this issue, there's not much to be said. It just needs said louder...

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.

You know, I was going to write something about the war in Iraq, or maybe politics, or how amazing it is that most people believe they have half a clue about either when, in fact, they don't, but I think now that I won't. I mean, just because you watch a little CNN or read a few newspaper articles, trolled the internet or caught some professorial tirade in a humanities class, or if you've done all of the above, it doesn't mean you know what you're talking about. And I know I'm in that category, so why bother expressing an opinion tainted by ignorance (free of the burden of knowledge, untainted by intelligence)? I mean, after all, whether you're a Republican or a Democrat or a Greenie, is pretty irrelevant to the war in Iraq. Only a dolt would believe that anyone really supports the war anymore. I mean, we ALL "support the troops," and we all want them to come home, so we agree on that. And I'm pretty sure that everyone with an I.Q. higher than your average fence post understands that we can't just pull everyone out and expect a better world, so we all pretty much agree on that. All we're really arguing about is what the criteria are for a stable Iraq. I mean, no one with an ounce of intelligence is going to pull troops until that objective is reached. The annoying thing is that you never really hear people talking about what a stable Iraq looks like... Shame on us all for ignoring the one issue we really ought to be discussing.

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

So today I found out that my mother has breast cancer. We don't know exactly what that means yet, but everyone is trying to stay positive because it was caught very early. Inside, however, it is as if a sledgehammer just collide with my soul. I can't really even talk about it without choking up. Mandi asked me when I got home from work if I was doing okay. I told her that other than swallowing hard to avoid crying every thirty seconds, I'm fine. Yeah, it's scary. I mean, she's my mother. I love her as much as I love anyone. The idea that I might lose her to cancer is a crushing weight.

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

10 Ways I am transforming the world:



  1. I give money to good causes, of which the church is one.
  2. I recycle aluminum.
  3. I vote.
  4. I boycott certain foods/businesses/industries.
  5. I write letters to the editor of my local newspaper.
  6. I pray to a God who can do ANYTHING.
  7. I carpool, when I can.
  8. I help organize community outreach programs, like blood drives.
  9. I inform my government representatives of my opinions on key issues they can effect.
  10. I treat other people with respect.

SO,
What are YOU doing?

Monday, April 07, 2008

Why churches suck at reaching students

It is no secret that one of the greatest challenges in campus ministry is getting students to connect with local churches. It is a never-ending battle that has become increasingly difficult as they witness the relentless infighting, back-biting, political wrangling and moral game-playing that takes place in every denomination and most churches. And although a big part of that is ignorance and immaturity on their part, part of it is also ignorance and immaturity on the part of the church. The sooner we own up to that fact, the sooner students are likely to embrace the church. Right or wrong, students sense that churches are in competition with one another, and too busy taking care of their own, in between doctrinal shouting matches, to reach out to the world. And since every student, given the opportunity, wants to change the world, we have a problem with connection. Frankly, one of the most attractive qualities in a local congregation is community outreach. Apart from that, don't expect to see many students on Sunday morning.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Movie Day

So yesterday was a 3 movie day. I am so ashamed. We watched Horton Hears a Who, Surf's Up, and I Am Legend. Of the three, Legend was the worst by far. It was disappointing on more levels than I can easily share, or care to. Horton Hears a Who, on the other hand was pretty good. Not only was it somewhat entertaining, it had some pretty decent theological implications that I was glad my kids got to hear. The whole thing revolves around the idea that Horton the Elephant is in contact with people he can't see because his ears are so big. Soon, the rest of the jungle shuns him, led by a vicious kangaroo who boldly (and errantly) claims that if you can't see it, hear it, or feel it, it doesn't exist. Horton is labeled a dissident and the fun begins. The kangaroo will go to any length to rid Horton of the clover on which his invisible friends rest, including violence.

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

Although I have to admit a fair lack of diligence on my part, I was still thoroughly surprised today on my search for a decent outdoor experience in the Midwest. The Buffalo National River really came through. Ironically, we didn't actually visit the Buffalo River. Instead we spent several hours exploring the Lost Valley Trail, which is neither "lost," nor a "valley." Ha! Anyway, the trail ( just over 2 miles altogether) leads to Eden Falls and Eden Falls Cave, but has plenty to see along the way. About the only thing to complain about is the massive crowd of people who flock to the place.


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.


Nate in particular had fun. I mean, we all had a great time climbing over the rocks, trying not to get swept down the creek into the pool, or break our necks falling off a ledge, but Nate was just fearless. He always has been. I remember as a baby he would climb relentlessly. I can't count how many times he fell. I'm afraid I've failed him as a father by yelling at him so much, from the time he was born, about trying what he can't do. If he ever cops to an inferiority complex, I'm the cause. Yet he's still just fearless. Today he climbed out onto a ledge overlooking the pool that even I was hesitant to go out on. I mean, other people were doing it as well, but one slip would mean cripplin damage or death for a six-year-old. And still I had to hold him back. Could he do it? Of course. He's Nate. He's as surefooted as a mountaingoat, a trait he's been working on forever, but I'm his dad. All I could think about was his safety. So we hit the ledge together.


By the time we got to Eden Falls we'd already climbed through one cave, seen a few spring flowers, played in the stream, and stood under several cliffs and small waterfalls. All in all, if we hadn't gone any farther, it would've been a good day. But Eden Falls were by far the biggest we saw. Not the tallest (only 35 feet), but definitely the highest volume. Of course, Mandi the Waterfall Lover was happy. The best, however, was yet to come.


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!!!


One of the personal highlights for me was also one of the most unexpected. On our way into Eden Falls Cave we passed another family on their way out and I overheard the man mention to his wife that he'd lost his knife. It was just a casual remark, but for some reason it stuck with me. Then, on my way out, on my hands and knees, staring into the clear water of the creek only inches from my face, what do I spy in the feeble light of my headlamp? A knife, still in its sheath. So I grabbed it out of the water, tucked it into a pocket, and kept on crawling. Later, in the parking lot at the trailhead, I caught up to the man and wa able to give him back his knife. We were both surprised by the exchange. But Mandi admitted afterward that she'd prayed for it to happen. What a woman! ;-)

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.

Why do we spend so much time praying with our lips and not our ears? Too often we speak to God of what we want and never stop to consider what He wants for us. We're too busy talking to God to listen to what He says. We fervently and passionately pour our hearts out to Him, petitioning as ardently as we know how, then we act on our desires, interpreting the momentary pause in our words, the silence between breaths, as His assent to do as we wish. Pathetic.

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?

Some people have never been broken. They have never come to grips with the ugly truth of their own inadequacy. I'm not sure I've ever been whole... I mean, sure, I play the game; I look whole. I look by all outward appearances as if I have it together, but that's not me. That's just the image of me. That's what I let you see. The facade.

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

So, Alyssa is really into American Girl dolls; a phenomenon which escapes the male mind, even the Daddy mind. But the company that makes these dolls has a contest to identify the "Real Girl of the Year," and in order to enter you have to have an adult sponsor you. Aly asked me. So below is the 499 word essay I wrote explaining why Alyssa Renae Smith is MY American Girl. And if the doll company has a brain in their corporate head, they'll see through my weak prose and recognize this amazing little girl for the treasure she is.

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.

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

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...

So I'm coming home from the Parents' Night Out fundraiser tonight at 10:30 pm, and I almost hit a guy crossing against the light on 4th street. Nothing crazy about that, except he was on HORSEBACK! What an idiot. I assume he was drunk. Why else would you ride through downtown on horseback at 10:30 at night?

Friday, January 25, 2008

Letters to the Editor: Mike Pound column

SO, I need to confess that sometimes I read something and it just chaps my hide a bit. Like this morning, for instance. I read a column by Joplin Globe columnist Mike Pound that really got under my skin, and, probably to my detriment, I HAD to respond. Did I respond inappropriately? Perhaps. But definitely not as inappropriately as in my first draft, which included words like 'fool,' 'idiot,' and 'stupid.' The column appeared in today's paper under the headline, "Hopes Dashed By Matt's One-liner." It was also available online. I've copied it here, and the response I submitted is below.

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.

Theology. There is nothing more significant in the Christian life. Yet I hear an entire generation of young believers pooh poohing the importance of it. They are reckless, and ignorant, and dangerous. When forced to actually listen to it in a sermon that emphasizes sound doctrine, they often complain. A typical comment I read recently said, "I will go on under the impression that if I am in the word, if I am caring for the needs of others, and if I live to glorify God in what I do, that God will use me." (It saddened me to realize that it was the concluding remark of a particularly honest debate of a relevant theological issue.) This after a backhanded slap at those who choose the serious endeavor of a seminary education.

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

Yeah, today is the New Hampshire primary, and that should probably concern me more, but since I don't live there, can't vote there, and know that results aren't in yet, I'm going to write about Major League Baseball instead. Actually, I'm going to write about the Baseball Writers Association of America. You see, this year they voted Goose Gossage into the Hall of Fame, which was good. A smart choice. But they made it fairly clear that they're planning on keeping Mark McGwire out, which is just ignorant. More writers voted for Tim Raines than Mark McGwire? I'm sorry, but that is ridiculous. Stupid. They seem bent on proving that in America you are guilty until proven innocent. Now that the Mitchell report is out I suppose they'll vote against Sammy Sosa, Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens and any other Major Leaguer unfortunate enough to be born in the 1960's. As with Bonds, there is not one single piece of evidence proving that McGwire did 'roids, other than personal testimony a former teammate or trainer, but hey, idiots, don't a lack of hard evidence stop you! 'Roids or not, McGwire and Sosa, put the game back on the national map. By themselves. In amazing, inspiring, heart-warming fashion. Their single season and career accomplishments are unquestionably first-ballot worthy. Now, however, their HOF fate is in the hands of a group of men who couldn't hit a fastball with a tennis raquet. Probably never could. Its almost as if they (the writers) want the game to diminish.

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

I'd just like to take a moment now to point out that as Louisiana State University is celebrating their victory tonight over Ohio State in the BCS 'championship' game, that the National Collegiate Athletic Association has still not awarded a championship to any school for the Division I Football Bowl Subdivision. Nor will it. Sorry LSU. Not that you're not worthy (although that is questionable), but the NCAA plaque awarded for every other recognized sport will not be handed out to you or anyone else. Why? Because there's too much money at $take. That's all... So while the confetti is still streaming and the state of Louisiana is reveling in an amazing drunken debauchery to celebrate, just keep in mind that the crystal trophy you cherish so much came from Sears. Oh well.

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

How long, oh Lord, will you keep me in the Midwest?

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

How sad that I don't have anything moreinteresting to write about...

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

As is sometimes the case with all men, my thoughts occassionally turn to my own mortality. Here is something I wrote on my iPhone on a recent trip to Oregon. Perhaps it was inspired by the turbulence of the flight, perhaps by a bad burrito, I don't know. Its not meant to be morbid, only a note the the future. I don't have a death wish, don't obsess over dying and do not, to my knowledge, have anything physically wrong with me. In fact, I'd like to live to be a hundred and twenty. I am, however, alert to the fact that such will not likely be the case, and as man knows not his time, here's a thought for those who follow, those I love...

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

The Mitchell Report. The Mitchell Report on steroid use in baseball came out yesterday, and already we have polls out of Hall of Fame voters and whether they'll vote for anyone named. Of course the biggest questions swirl around Barry Bonds, baseball's greatest hitter, and Roger Clemens, its greatest pitcher. And what I don't understand is, WHY?! For the love of all that's holy, give it a rest already! Steroids or not, these guys deserve to be in the Hall. What's the case against them? They cheated? Assuming for a minute that that's true (the report rests on personal testimony, not the most reliable form of evidence), SO WHAT?! THIS IS BASEBALL! EVERYBODY CHEATS! Pitchers threw juiced balls with their juiced arms to juiced hitters with juiced bats, and the game still got played. In fact, in the court of public opinion, I'd say fans voted with their wallets in attending more games than ever over the past decade, and the verdict is--WE LOVE STEROIDS! We love 100 mph fastballs and monster home-runs, and we don't give a squirt of Yoo-Hoo whether players juice or not. In fact, since baseball pays bigger money to better players, and steroids clearly make players better (if not, then we need to all shut the heck up and pretend not to be so stupidly fixated on this thing), the argument can be made that we the fans actually want players to juice up. Heck, if steroids will guarantee greater viewing pleasure for my favorite players, then of course I want them to juice! And if steroids will give my favorite team a better chance to win, then of course I want their team trainers all have pharmacology degrees!

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.