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Amen Jesus.

My pastor posted this video on Facebook recently. I loved it. Looooooved it and cried.

And Sighed.

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The “contending for the faith” crowd raised their eyebrows:

  • His wording is off.
  • He didn’t actually claim Jesus as his Savior.
  • Let’s wait and see if this is real.
  • etc.

Wait and see if this is real and then what? Accept him as a brother? As if our acceptance of him matters.

I get it.  I guess. The disciples were leery of Paul at first.  Accepted him cautiously to make sure his conversion wasn’t a trick.  After all, just days earlier he had been killing Christians.

And you know how Hollywood is…

Sigh. We contenders complain that Hollywood oppresses Christianity and then, when one of “them” gets on board with what Christ is doing, we shoo him away.

And so it went: The contenders raised their eyebrows at Jim Carrey and then the “enlightened” raised their eyebrows at the contenders.

Sigh. We enlightened self-righteously shudder at the self-righteousness of the contenders.

And then someone wrote this:

What I don’t like about these conversations is the us vs them, “We good! Christians vs those “repressive Christians” positions that these set up. It often reads like nothing other than an alternative self-righteous orthodoxy. It is heartbreaking to watch factions of the church bite and devour itself, as if one side is more righteous in their newly found warm and fuzzy Jesus than the “judgmental”, “mean-spirited” side. And it all comes from the flesh. When you can embrace the fact that you are no more right or righteous in your view of God than your more “traditional” brother, who is also doing the best that he or she can, and embrace them and love them instead of sowing division then maybe there is something to say. And even then, humility may dictate to simply keep your mouth shut. If you love, you have no agenda to shove down someone else’s throat. If you love you have no “position” to co-opt from someones comments. If you love, you have no stake in the religious/political/justice causes pronounced by your favorite pastor or famous person in an interview or video. (Rant over). – Matt Mirabile

When you can embrace the fact that you are no more right or righteous in your view of God than your more “traditional” brother, who is also doing the best that he or she can, and embrace them and love them instead of sowing division then maybe there is something to say.

Amen.  (I don’t want to go off on a tangent, but just stop and ponder all that is wrong with assuming your brother or sister’s position is “mean-spirited.”)

The pendulum always swings to the extremes before it rests in the middle.

When I became a Christian in the 80’s, judgment was in. Amy Grant sang Fat Baby and none of us dared be one.

Now that warm and fuzzy is the fad, anyone who is not is bad.

Lord have mercy.

My Christian thinking has been influenced by both camps, but I won’t pitch a tent in either one. I prefer the solitude of the cross to the fellowship of a fad.

The cross with its vertical holiness and its horizontal compassion.

I’ll live in the small lonely space where the two intersect.

“And even then, humility may dictate to simply keep your mouth shut. If you love, you have no agenda to shove down someone else’s throat. If you love you have no “position” to co-opt from someones comments. If you love, you have no stake in the religious/political/justice causes pronounced by your favorite pastor or famous person in an interview or video.”

Let’s not be lemmings.

Let’s just recognize God in the things people – regardless of who they are – do and say and then applaud Him.

With our tears flowing and our mouths shut.

“Teacher,” said John, “we saw someone driving out demons in your name and we told him to stop, because he was not one of us.”

“Do not stop him,” Jesus said. “For no one who does a miracle in my name can in the next moment say anything bad about me, for whoever is not against us is for us. Truly I tell you, anyone who gives you a cup of water in my name because you belong to the Messiah will certainly not lose their reward.”    Mark 9:38-40

Amen Jesus.

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Stick with me, honey, I’m a genius.

Conversation on the way home from church:

The Hub:  What was the point of the sermon?
Other than that we shouldn’t sacrifice our children.
Which kind of goes without saying.

Me: Perhaps he was talking to those who might be sitting in front of their computers being radicalized by groups like ISIS.
Because those groups do sacrifice their children.
Strap bombs to them.
Perhaps he was speaking to that.

Still Me: I was thinking, as the Scripture was being read, that had God not stayed Abraham’s hand He would have left a huge and eternal opening for the accuser.

In order to eternally zip the enemy’s lip God would have to be both Abraham and Isaac.

The Hub: You’re right, that’s the only sacrifice that would put Him above reproach.

Me: Can’t accuse a guy of anything who’s willing to make the sacrifice AND be the sacrifice.

I went on: Father Ken mentioned that in Biblical times people thought they were pleasing God by sacrificing their children.

You want an animal sacrifice? The best of my flock? I’ll do you one better…

But God didn’t ask for one better.

And so it still is today, we try to add to what God has done for us, to what He requires of us.

Rather than being simply and humbly grateful.

Perhaps that was the point of the sermon.

I looked out the car window.

“Stick with me, honey, I’m a genius.”

“I know,” he replied, “that’s why I brought it up. I knew you’d have insights.”

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I watched a Netflix movie on my computer last night while the hub was watching a NASCAR race.

Have you seen it?

That movie, this morning’s Scripture and the video I posted earlier today, all feel somehow tied together.

In my soul.

Perhaps because “God knits man in his mother’s womb slowly and wisely.  [Closure, insight, forgiveness, healing] should be born in a similar way.”

Watch the movie, wouldya’?, so we can discuss.

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Tell the Truth (and be of noble character).

The hub and I watched Concussion last night.

 

And all I can say is this country needs more meddlers like Dr. Bennet Omalu.

And more whistleblowers like Dr. Julian Bailes.

And the church needs more Bereans like me.

Because everything these days is political.

And political correctness reigns supreme.

Even, at times, in the pulpit.

Call it the gift of discernment, but a whopping red flag went up recently as I was listening to a sermon.

The pastor slightly edited God’s promise to Abram from “I will make you a great nation” to “I will make you into many nations.”

From singular to plural, from great to many.

The Holy Spirit dropped a flag on the play.

Wait, we can’t quote God accurately anymore because Donald Trump uses the phrase “Make America great”?

Because it is politically incorrect to be a great nation?

Like every good Berean, I picked up that flag and double checked the Scriptures.

The Hebrew word translated “great” is gadowl (gä·dōle’). (Strong’s H1419)

The KJV translates Strong’s H1419 in the following manner: great (397x), high (22x), greater (19x), loud (9x), greatest (9x), elder (8x), great man (8x), mighty (7x), eldest (6x), miscellaneous (44x).

And defines it as:

  • large (in magnitude and extent)

  • in number

  • in intensity

  • loud (in sound)

  • older (in age)

  • in importance

    1. important things
    2. great, distinguished (of men)
    3. God Himself (of God)
  • great things
  • haughty things

  • greatness

It is from the root word gadal (gä·dal’). (Strong’s H1431)

The KJV translates Strong’s H1431 in the following manner: magnify (32x), great (26x), grow (14x), nourish up (7x), grow up (6x), greater (5x), miscellaneous (25x).

  1. to grow, become great or important, promote, make powerful, praise, magnify, do great things

    1. (Qal)

      1. to grow up
      2. to become great
      3. to be magnified
    2. (Piel)

      1. to cause to grow
      2. to make great, powerful

      3. to magnify

    3. (Pual) to be brought up

    4. (Hiphil)

      1. to make great

      2. to magnify

      3. to do great things

    5. (Hithpael) to magnify oneself

Neither the Hebrew word, nor the root word from which it is derived has “many” among its uses or definitions.

Nourish, increase in number and importance, cause to flourish and do great things, yes.

Yes, He did.

Make into many nations?

No. He didn’t say that.

I checked an online Septuagint, which opened a whole new can of worms – a can which did not include Abram being made into many nations.

The words those 70 chose in their translation were more along the lines of putting Abram in the midst of a great people.

The Septuagint isn’t afraid of saying “great.”

All I’m saying, my fellow Christians, is that we need to know the Scriptures in these politically correct times.

So we can check for additives and PMOs (Politically Modified Obfuscations) before we take any old bread our priests and pastors are offering.

Now the Berean Jews were of more noble character than those in Thessalonica, for they received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said was true.  Acts 17:11

#don’tmeddlewiththeScriptures

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Delight

 

As I stood in front of the mirror rolling my hair, the early morning sun shining through the window behind me,  I noticed that my blue eyes looked exceptionally blue.  Must be the blue dress I’m wearing.

My mind went to the sixth graders to whom I spoke last week.  They were telling me what they like about their appearance and what they like about their inner qualities.  One of the girls said, “I like how my eyes change color.”

“According to the time of day and what you’re wearing, you mean?,” I asked.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Your eyes are lovely,” I affirmed.

I affirm each child as they tell me what they like about themselves.

And as I rolled the last section of hair it occurred to me that that is precisely why sixth graders love my talk.

I am God for them.

More precisely I am the part of God who delights in them.

Later in the lesson, as I point out the land mines that are lurking in adolescence, I am God’s voice saying, “This is the way, walk in it.”

And they appreciate knowing what’s what.

Later this morning, the bearers of the cross, the giant gold Bible, and the lanterns processed midway down the aisle and stopped, just as they do every Sunday. The Bible was opened and the deacon read from the gospels. And I love it. I love that the procession into the aisle represents Jesus coming among us.  Jesus telling us His good news – not from afar, but from within our midst.

I jotted in my bulletin, “I want to bring an aspect of God whenever I speak – mercy, compassion, love, grace, guidance, delight.”

Wouldn’t that be something?

To bring God’s delight within a midst?

To leave each person with a sense that God finds him/her delightful?

Mr. Rogers was good at that.

I think I’ll make it my prayer.

For now, I’ll ask you what I always ask them:

What 3 things do you like most about your appearance?

What 3 things do you like most about your character/inner beauty?

 

 

 

 

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Doxology

Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

If you know anything about Dixie, you know that she was diagnosed with colon cancer in February.

If you don’t know anything about her, it’s time to catch up:

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

We’re Not Just Whistling Dixie

One minute you’re getting your face bit off and the next minute you’re living in Hintzville.

Is this my new calling? ‘Cuz I’m gonna’ need superhuman strength.

Big Love & Fruit that Lasts

Stuck in the Kitchen Again…

McDonald’s has its pink slime, I have purple.

When I last wrote about my friend, I was cooking like her life depended on it.

And wondering whether she would be incontinent forever.

But then the blessings began to flow on two creatures here below.

On a little beagle and me.

Dixie is now pooping like a champ – well, almost like a champ. And that is a huge blessing right there.

But there’s more.

Wednesday morning I took her for the 4th of 6 chemo treatments – each 3 weeks apart.  As per the protocol, her oncologist did an ultrasound and some chest x-rays prior to the treatment to make sure the treatments have been working.  If not, he’d switch to something else.

The ultrasound results?

There is no sign of recurrence in her bowels or lymph nodes – lymph nodes are all of normal size.

The doc said a radiologist would look at her chest x-rays to confirm but he saw nothing obvious on them.

So he proceeded with injection number four.

And then yesterday his assistant called with the radiologist’s findings:

Her lungs are completely clear!

Good food, exercise and chemo are keeping the cancer at bay.

And Love. Lots of Love.

Love is healing her.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow…

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Stopping to smell the roses after this morning’s happy walk.

She’ll get the final two injections and then she’ll be monitored from there.

Hopefully for many happy, healthy years to come…

#grateful #hopeful

 

 

 

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Smiling at Ugly

I saw God once. He was sitting on a throne and He looked pleased.  Contented. As though there were no terrorism or exploitation or child/animal/spouse abuse or abortion or addiction or disease.

He was smiling as though all is right with the world.

From His perspective, perhaps it is.

Perhaps what makes the world right in His eyes is not our behavior, but His.

He sits with a serene smile because all is right in His world.

We mock Him in our world and He loves us in His.

We exploit and terrorize here, He redeems and forgives there.

His conscience is clear because He has always done the right thing.

So He smiles.

I was a little like that when I was young, smiling at the world with a soft heart.

But somewhere along the way my smile became based on the behavior of others.

I was only as content as my husband was faithful, my child was grateful, my friends were loyal.

As my contentment became based upon things I could not control, I stewed more than I smiled.

I stewed because people aren’t being how they’re supposed to be.

I’ve been wanting to get back to smiling, even at an ugly world, and God has shown me how He does it.

He doesn’t smile because we are being how we’re supposed to be.

He smiles because He is faithful.

He smiles because He is grateful.

He smiles because He is loyal.

And because He has redemption up His sleeve.

“Look at them,” Jesus said as He looked out over the crowds of rich, poor, healthy, lame, righteous, grateful, unrighteous, ungrateful, faithful, adulterous, loyal betrayers at the start of Matthew chapter 5, “Blessed are they.”

“Blessed are they because I am here to do the right thing.”

And He did.

And now He smiles.

And I want to smile with Him.

Blessed are we.

Amen.

 

 

 

 

 

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Traveling Light

A friend shared something kind of interesting yesterday morning: Researchers asked a sampling of people what three words they most wanted to hear. The most common response was, “I love you.”  The second most common response was, “I forgive you.” The third, “Dinner is ready.”

Those 3 phrases sum up the gospel:

John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son…”

Luke 23:34: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

John 21:12: “Come and have breakfast.”

Later in the day my daughter and I were discussing her aversion to the word doctrine. Aware that there is nothing wrong with doctrine per se – it’s just a set of beliefs – she supposed the thing that makes it aversive is the way we Christians bog down our beliefs.

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My honey vanilla latte, her toasted coconut latte and sustenance.

She told me what her friend’s professor said about doctrine: “I used to try to carry all the church’s doctrine the way you would carry all your grocery bags into the house at the same time. But I kept dropping some.  Now I carry very few bags. Like three.”

Three is enough.

Bag 1: God loves us.

Inside the bag: He stepped into our mess of a world to show us what He’s really like.
He’s actively redeeming and restoring His creation.

Bag 2: God forgives us.

Inside the bag: The cross and three words: “It is finished.”

Bag 3: God has prepared a place for us.

Inside the bag: Our daily bread and an invitation to the wedding feast of the Lamb.

I love that Jesus prepared breakfast for His friends after He was resurrected.  You’d think after such a glorious feat He’d do something a little more regal.

But nope.

He made them breakfast.

I’ve been teaching the Bible these last two years via an international Bible study. Next year they’ll be studying the book of Romans. And I’m not going to teach.  I don’t want to bog kids down with a heavy load of doctrine. I just want to carry three light bags.

Dinner is ready.

 

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