Thursday, November 29, 2018

Blind Eye and Half Deaf



He looked like he was going to snatch the purse of the woman in front of him. His pants hung half way down his hind end, a hoodie, not quite over his head, hid his eyes, and the studded chain said it all, thug. I want sure whether to step in now and stop the thief or wait for the crime and run him down (I was younger then). It happened fast, and if not for my keen wits, I would have missed the whole escaped.

“Excuse me mam, you dropped this,” and the grateful woman accepted with gratitude the wallet that had fallen out of her purse. 

I sat down a little sheepish, glad that I had not run into a situation I had no place to be. Do you understand? I saw what I wanted to see. My years of conditioning prepared me for this very moment. Everything that I should have expected from this young man was false. He wore clothing that made him feel a certain way, just like I wear motorcycle gear or a packers hat. I was his judge and I condemned him without knowing him. 

It happened again. Driving through New York, we picked up a tail. It was just like in the movies. Heading to the Statue of Liberty we were being followed. I didn’t say anything to the kids, but Rebecca and I kept a close eye on the car behind us. Sure enough, with each turn, they followed. Even driving into the packed parking lot they didn’t seem to care, we would be their next victim. I told Rebecca to stay in the van with the boys; I would face them alone.

Closing the door behind me, “Can I help you gentlemen?” The polite words tasted sour.
“The wheel fell off the tricycle. We just thought the children would be sad. So we stopped and picked it up.” Handing me the wheel they left without another word, and the guilt and shame was overwhelming.

Could these situations turned out differently? Sure, but too often we live lives with a blind eye and half deaf. If you are looking for something wrong you will find it. The opposit is true as well. If you are looking for something good you will find it. I’m not talking about the power of positive thinking, but I am sensing a need for the power of the Spirit filled life, where we look to see where God is working and rejoice with him. Are there negative things, situations where, if we let it, Satan will get a foothold? Yes. Walk out the door and you will run smack into his schemes. The scripture says he is a roaring lion looking to devour us. 

Choose another way, a better way, a more wonderful way, a narrow way that looks at life differently. “For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died for all, therefore all have died; and he died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised. From now on, therefore, we regard no one according to the flesh. Even though we once regarded Christ according to the flesh, we regard him thus no longer.” 2 Cor. 5:14-17.

We are so quick to judge, so quick to condemn, and then we take the high moral ground and consider ourselves as achieving what our flesh is to weak to posses. Only Through Christ can it be ours. Then we are to have a ministry of reconciliation between man and God, and between people. The first seems easier than the second.

Christians don’t really want true reconciliation. What we want is to give lip service, say our piece and then move on. But true reconciliation is confessing, forgiving and the fellowshipping. It’s the last one we run from. It’s too painful, too uncomfortable, too hard to be with people who have hurt me. Yes, I forgive you, but I can’t live with you. Hog wash. If God did that hell would be filled with forgiven people. True reconciliation doesn’t run, it perseveres. True reconciliation doesn’t hide behind a moral high horse. True reconciliation is Spirit driven, Spirit empowered, and Christ centric. Is it easy? No, but then where would faith be? 

We will find what we are looking for. Tomorrow I will look to see where God is working, it might just be in me. I’m just saying....

A Blind Eye and Half Deaf

He looked like he was going to snatch the purse of the woman in front of him. His pants hung half way down his hind end, a hoodie, not quite over his head, hid his eyes, and the studded chain said it all, thug. I want sure whether to step in now and stop the thief or wait for the crime and run him down (I was younger then). It happened fast, and if not for my keen wits, I would have missed the whole escaped.

“Excuse me mam, you dropped this,” and the grateful woman accepted with gratitude the wallet that had fallen out of her purse. 

I sat down a little sheepish, glad that I had not run into a situation I had no place to be. Do you understand? I saw what I wanted to see. My years of conditioning prepared me for this very moment. Everything that I should have expected from this young man was false. He wore clothing that made him feel a certain way, just like I wear motorcycle gear or a packers hat. I was his judge and I condemned him without knowing him. 

It happened again. Driving through New York, we picked up a tail. It was just like in the movies. Heading to the Statue of Liberty we were being followed. I didn’t say anything to the kids, but Rebecca and I kept a close eye on the car behind us. Sure enough, with each turn, they followed. Even driving into the packed parking lot they didn’t seem to care, we would be their next victim. I told Rebecca to stay in the van with the boys; I would face them alone.

Closing the door behind me, “Can I help you gentlemen?” The polite words tasted sour.
“The wheel fell off the tricycle. We just thought the children would be sad. So we stopped and picked it up.” Handing me the wheel they left without another word, and the guilt and shame was overwhelming.

Could these situations turned out differently? Sure, but too often we live lives with a blind eye and half deaf. If you are looking for something wrong you will find it. The opposit is true as well. If you are looking for something good you will find it. I’m not talking about the power of positive thinking, but I am sensing a need for the power of the Spirit filled life, where we look to see where God is working and rejoice with him. Are there negative things, situations where, if we let it, Satan will get a foothold? Yes. Walk out the door and you will run smack into his schemes. The scripture says he is a roaring lion looking to devour us. 

Choose another way, a better way, a more wonderful way, a narrow way that looks at life differently. “For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died for all, therefore all have died; and he died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised. From now on, therefore, we regard no one according to the flesh. Even though we once regarded Christ according to the flesh, we regard him thus no longer.” 2 Cor. 5:14-17.

We are so quick to judge, so quick to condemn, and then we take the high moral ground and consider ourselves as achieving what our flesh is to weak to posses. Only Through Christ can it be ours. Then we are to have a ministry of reconciliation between man and God, and between people. The first seems easier than the second.

Christians don’t really want true reconciliation. What we want is to give lip service, say our piece and then move on. But true reconciliation is confessing, forgiving and the fellowshipping. It’s the last one we run from. It’s too painful, to uncomfortable, to hard to be with people who have hurt me. Yes, I forgive you, but I can’t live with you. Hog wash. If God did that hell would be filled with forgiven people. True reconciliation doesn’t run, it perseveres. True reconciliation doesn’t hide behind a moral high horse. True reconciliation is Spirit driven, Spirit empowered, and Christ centric. Is it easy? No, but then where would faith be? 

We will find what we are looking for. Tomorrow I will look to see where God is working, it might just be in me. I’m just saying....

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

If I Could Not Do It All Over Again....


Regret is an evil stepchild. It lingers in the back of the mind, tugging at yesterday, holding back tomorrow. It doesn’t want you to be happy, and reminds you of what could have been without offering any hope for what will be. Let me say off the bat, I have no regrets, but if I could do it all over again I would:

  1. Have learned to dance. I took Rebecca to a two hour, private ballroom dance lesson. We danced once after that, and no, it’s not because I think dancing is evil.
  2. Have learned to fly. I have several reoccurring dreams and the most exillerating is the one where I lean as far forward as I can until my feet move so fast that I take off, aided with flapping arms. Once in the air I can soar as free as a bird. These is something about flying that sets you free.
  3. Have traveled before ministry and kids. We were so serious to change the world, that we missed opportunities just to see the world and spend time together. 

That’s a short list, because, when I think about it, God has blessed me with the most wonderful wife ever, three amazing boys, three even more amazing daughter-in-laws, and three beautiful (amazing) grandchildren. I have the privilege of knowing Abrar and calling her my daughter (A foreign exchange student). I have enjoyed the warm, soft nuzzle of a horse, and the wet cold noes of some crazy dogs. I have traveled to Greece, Turkey, Jordan, Mexico, Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and Bahrain. I have been to most of the States in the Union. I have scuba dived with sharks, jumped out of airplanes, rode motorcycles too fast (crashed twice), backpacked in mountains and deserts, and rode a train across the country. 

I have walked in the rain, holding the hand of my sweetheart, and kissed her under a full moon. I have argued with her, and been infuriated, only to know the sweetness of reconciliation. She brings the best out of me, and helps me navigate the darker side of my soul.

I have held a newborn in my arms, and the hand of the elderly passing from this life. I have experienced the joy of new life and the sorrow of death too soon. I have known the hungry and abandoned, and I have seen, but never known, despair. No, I have no regrets, and I wouldn’t have done it differently. Our past shapes us, develops our characteristics, and what made me, me early on in life, is what God used to bring me to where I am, and I am blessed. I’m just saying....

Gratitude Schmatitude — What’s The Big Deal

Ever since I was a little kid, my mom would remind me, “Paul, say please and thank you.” I can understand the please, it’s a requisite to getting something. But the “thank you” part seems unnecessary. Why should I say thank you for someone doing their job, for a mother’s love, or for a polite gesture from a complete stranger, for that matter. I didn’t ask them to open the door. I mean, if they did it for the response, then where is the ultruism in the act? It’s not that I think I am entitled to the goodness of others, it’s just that the goodness should be displayed regardless of a thank you. 

My mother complained to me one time that my brother didn’t appreciate all that she had done for him. “If only he would say thank you. Is that too much to ask?” I told here if his ingratitude bothered her so much, then maybe she should stop giving to him, or doing so much for him. It’s much easier to complain about others ingratitude than to own up to the fact that it is the comments of appreciation that are coveted. 

Gratitude is an expression of appreciation for an act of kindness shown by someone else. The greater the act of kindness the greater the expression of gratitude. Gratuity that we pay at restaurants is a prime example. Often the reciept will give suggested options (I’ve never seen one under ten percent). The greater the service, kindness, and promptness impacts the rate of which I pay in gratitude. It’s the same way in life, and in our spiritual lives as well.

Maybe that’s why the Bible talks a lot about Gratitude. Imagine standing at your window, watching the snow blow gently across your lawn. How marvelous to know that it wasn’t a mistake, that God works all things together for good. Each morning is a gift for which we should express gratitude. Each breath is a gift for which we should give thanks. When all the mornings and all the breaths are taken away, may our hearts take flight for the greatest of loves, and our tongue confess gratitude for His glory above.

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit”1 Thess. 5:16b-19.

Gratitude is God’s will. Gratitude opens the door for the Spirit to work. Gratitude is on-going and in EVERY situation. Gratitude is the borromotor of our spiritual health. So today I would like to express my gratitude:

  1. For the saving love of Jesus, and the life giving Spirit that dwells in me.
  2. For my wife, who is the living example of Christ’s love in my life.
  3. For my children, daughter-in-laws, grandchildren, and Abrar (my Bahraini daughter) who are the joy of my life.
  4. For a church family (warts and all) who is willing to walk through this messy life together, offering grace, expressing love, and chastising when appropriate.
  5. For the means to live comfortably and to bless others when needed.
  6. The freedom of liberty that our country enjoys by the grace of God.

There is much more that I will express in the privacy of my prayer, but for now I want to say thank you, to you, for what you mean to me. I’m just saying.

(Backup) Gratitude Schmatitude — What’s The Big Deal

Ever since I was a little kid, my mom would remind me, “Paul, say please and thank you.” I can understand the please, it’s a requisite to getting something. But the “thank you” part seems unnecessary. Why should I say thank you for someone doing their job, for a mother’s love, or for a polite gesture from a complete stranger, for that matter. I didn’t ask them to open the door. I mean, if they did it for the response, then where is the ultruism in the act? It’s not that I think I am entitled to the goodness of others, it’s just that the goodness should be displayed regardless of a thank you. 

My mother complained to me one time that my brother didn’t appreciate all that she had done for him. “If only he would say thank you. Is that too much to ask?” I told here if his ingratitude bothered her so much, then maybe she should stop giving to him, or doing so much for him. It’s much easier to complain about others ingratitude than to own up to the fact that it is the comments of appreciation that are coveted. 

Gratitude is an expression of appreciation for an act of kindness shown by someone else. The greater the act of kindness the greater the expression of gratitude. Gratuity that we pay at restaurants is a prime example. Often the reciept will give suggested options (I’ve never seen one under ten percent). The greater the service, kindness, and promptness impacts the rate of which I pay in gratitude. It’s the same way in life, and in our spiritual lives as well.

Maybe that’s why the Bible talks a lot about Gratitude. Imagine standing at your window, watching the snow blow gently across your lawn. How marvelous to know that it wasn’t a mistake, that God works all things together for good. Each morning is a gift for which we should express gratitude. Each breath is a gift for which we should give thanks. When all the mornings and all the breaths are taken away, may our hearts take flight for the greatest of loves, and our tongue confess gratitude for His glory above.

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit”1 Thess. 5:16b-19.

Gratitude is God’s will. Gratitude opens the door for the Spirit to work. Gratitude is on-going and in EVERY situation. Gratitude is the borromotor of our spiritual health. So today I would like to express my gratitude:

For the saving love of Jesus, and the life giving Spirit that dwells in me.
For my wife, who is the living example of Christ’s love in my life.
For my children, daughter-in-laws, grandchildren, and Abrar (my Bahraini daughter) who are the joy of my life.
For a church family (warts and all) who is willing to walk through this messy life together, offering grace, expressing love, and chastising when appropriate.
For the means to live comfortably and to bless others when needed.
The freedom of liberty that our country enjoys by the grace of God.

There is much more that I will express in the privacy of my prayer, but for now I want to say thank you, to you, for what you mean to me. I’m just saying.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

What I am Thanful for—the grandnephews and nieces



What are you thankful for?

Grand Nephew 1. “It can’t be for the turkey. I’m thankful for church.”
Me. “Why are you thankful for church?
Grand nephew 1. Pause...”I just am.”
Me. “That’s good, I’m thankful for church because it’s where we go to worship together.”

Grand niece 1. “I’m thankful for food.”
Me. “Why are you thankful for food?”
Grand niece 1. “Because it keeps us from starving.”
Me. “Well, we didn’t starve today, did we?”

Grand nephew 2. “I’m thankful for family, because they give you someone to play with.”
Me. “Why are you, oh,...playing with family can be a lot of fun.”

Grand niece 2. “I’m thankful for God.”
Me. “Why are you thankful for God?”
Grand niece 2. “Because he made everything.”
Me. “That’s right, and I’m glad he made you.”

Grand niece 3 (eyes old). “Unintelligible.”
Me. “I know what you mean.”

Me. “I’m thankful for Grandchildren, no matter whose they are, because they tie me over until I get to see mine.” At the end of the evening they each gave me as big a hug as they could to hold me over until my grandchildren come in a few weeks. I don’t know about you, but I had a great Thanksgiving! Oh, yea, and the Turkey was great too! I’m just saying...

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Dogs Do, What Dogs Do

My neibors, to the south, at least I think it is south, Bluffton is layed out at an angle, anyway. My neighbors have a mangary of dogs and cats. The gentleman will walk his five small dogs along his property line and behind him will be an assortment of cats and kittens. They follow him, there has to be at least 20, and they’re cute, and for the most part stay away from our house. Not that we don’t like cats, but I’m not sure what Porthos would do, or at least I didn’t know what Porthos would do.

I was in my garage, door open, when I saw a wall of fur flash by. Behind him, which seemed funny, was a cat runny toward the dog that stood between it and freedom. I didn’t think Pothose could maneuver so quickly, and neither did the cat. The feline disappeared beneath the thick coat of the canine. I started yelling at Porthos to come. He looked up and then down, resuming his (I can’t even bear thinking about it) attempt to subdue the cat. Finally, he relented to my calls and the cat fled beneath the trees that boardered the property. I couldn’t tell, but beneath the fury smile of my dog might have been a little cat nip.

“This is an evil in all that is done under the sun, that the same event happens to all. Also, the hearts of the children of man are full of evil, and madness is in their hearts while they live, and after that they go to the dead. But he who is joined with all the living has hope, for a living dog is better than a dead lion” Eccl. 9:3,4.

That poor cat almost experienced what happens to every living thing—death. The writer of Ecclesiastes reminds us that death is an evil. The idea that death is just a part of the circle of life is a lie. Death is an evil, an enemy, it was never meant to be a part of our experience. Death is the result of sin, it’s a curse, it’s the consequence of our rebellion against God. That is why we pray for Jesus to return. His coming brings the final reconciliation and death will be thrown into the lake of fire. The problem is that those who are still in their disbelief will suffer the righteous judgement of God. That’s why the writer says it is better to live with hope, even if wickedness is all around us. Some might come to believe. Peter puts it like this,


“The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance” 2 Peter 3:9.

As long as He is patient. As long as we are alive. As long as there is day, it is better to be a live dog than a dead lion (cat). I’m just saying...