Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Frustration and blaming God



After this play, Stevie Johnson posted the following tweet on his twitter page:


I PRAISE YOU 24/7!!!!!! AND THIS HOW YOU DO ME!!!!! YOU EXPECT ME TO LEARN FROM THIS??? HOW???!!! ILL NEVER FORGET THIS!! EVER!!! THX THO...



Not quite the endurance of Job....

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

There goes the neighborhood

When you get to heaven
you'll likely view many folk there
who'll be a shock to you.

But don't act surprised
or even show a care,
They might be a bit shocked
to see you there.

Paul Wendinger


This is Kari Schwartz's Dad. He passed away recently.

We got to spend time with Kari's parents at her and Ryan's wedding, and several times when they came down to Wichita. Paul was a very friendly, warm and funny person. His band, the Peter and Paul Wendinger band, was and is one of the most respected polka bands in the country. (Believe me, the folks up north take the polka seriously.) Paul and his brother were inducted into the Minnesota Music Hall of Fame in 2007, along with 5 other inductees, one of which was Prince. (Yes, the artist formerly known as.)

As if he could get any cooler, he was a farmer too. He will be missed.

http://www.keyc.com/node/44267

http://www.nujournal.com/page/content.detail/id/521408/Paul-Wendinger-----Farmer--musician--travel-guide.html?nav=5009&ref=nf

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Catholicism

I recently attended a catholic funeral. Some of the catholic teachings are very strange to me. Some of their teachings have no basis in scripture; i.e., purgatory, the deification of Mary, transubstantiation. However, the catholic folks I know believe that Jesus was born of a virgin, died a sacrificial death, and was raised to life again. They believe that he is their Savior. Compared to that, I'm not sure the differences in beliefs are worth getting too worked up about.

One thing did impress me. There is a difference between churches catholic and protestant that is visually striking. Most Christian churches have one or many crosses prominently displayed. The difference is that catholic churches display a cross with the form of Jesus hanging on it. I don't think I've ever seen a protestant church that does. I think that small outward difference indicates quite a different emphasis on the work of Christ and on our condition as sinners.

I don't think the church I go to would want to have to look at that image of Christ's suffering and death as they sat through a service. It's too hard to tell yourself what a wonderful Christian you are with that staring you in the face. In general, and this is just my opinion, my catholic brothers and sisters seem to have a much more realistic view of our sinful human condition. Again, this could just be my perception, but I find many churches I've attended to simply be a stage where believers come to put their great faith and holiness on display. The idea of confession would never work in a protestant church because the believers are terrified of being thought of as sinners. "What would the Jones' think if they saw us going into the confessional booth?!"

P.S. I know that some say protestant churches don't have Jesus form on the cross because of "graven images" or because they want to view the cross as the symbol of Jesus victory over death. Well, I don't know why it's any more or less graven with or without Jesus form in it. We all know what the cross represents. But the second part I think is just loony. If you want his victory, then put an empty tomb on the wall. But don't take him off the cross. Remember that his death is our victory just as much as his resurrection. "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.--Isaiah 53:5

Friday, November 19, 2010

Take this to heart

A good name is better than fine perfume,
and the day of death better than the day of birth.
It is better to go to a house of mourning
than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of everyone;
the living should take this to heart.

Ecclesiastes 7:1,2

Monday, November 15, 2010

The believer's hope

And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died. --1 Thessalonians 4:13 - 14


No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. --Romans 8:37 - 39


In memory of Matt Murtha


Friday, November 12, 2010

"Help me!" --The fly in "The Fly", 1958

"God helps those who help themselves" --Ben Franklin, quoted in Poor Richard's Almanac in 1757.

Does God help those who help themselves? If they're able to help themselves, why do they need God? What about the helpless? Are they just out of luck? Since they don't have the circumstances or gumption to "pull themselves up by their bootstraps" are they not only helpless but hopeless too?

For You have been a defense for the helpless, A defense for the needy in his distress, A refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat;--Isaiah 25:4

For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. --Romans 5:6

When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them because they were confused and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.--Matthew 9:36

But You have seen, for You observe trouble and grief,To repay it by Your hand. The helpless commits himself to You; You are the helper of the fatherless.--Psalm 10:14

And I will deal severely with all who have oppressed you. I will save the weak and helpless ones; I will bring together those who were chased away.--Zephaniah 3:19

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Oh, we dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig the whole day long.

There is a mine for silver
and a place where gold is refined.
Iron is taken from the earth,
and copper is smelted from ore.
Mortals put an end to the darkness;
they search out the farthest recesses
for ore in the blackest darkness.
Far from human dwellings they cut a shaft,
in places untouched by human feet;
far from other people they dangle and sway.
The earth, from which food comes,
is transformed below as by fire;
lapis lazuli comes from its rocks,
and its dust contains nuggets of gold.
No bird of prey knows that hidden path,
no falcon’s eye has seen it.
Proud beasts do not set foot on it,
and no lion prowls there.
People assault the flinty rock with their hands
and lay bare the roots of the mountains.
They tunnel through the rock;
their eyes see all its treasures.
They search the sources of the rivers
and bring hidden things to light.

But where can wisdom be found?
Where does understanding dwell?
No mortal comprehends its worth;
it cannot be found in the land of the living.
The deep says, “It is not in me”;
the sea says, “It is not with me.”
It cannot be bought with the finest gold,
nor can its price be weighed out in silver.
It cannot be bought with the gold of Ophir,
with precious onyx or lapis lazuli.
Neither gold nor crystal can compare with it,
nor can it be had for jewels of gold.
Coral and jasper are not worthy of mention;
the price of wisdom is beyond rubies.
The topaz of Cush cannot compare with it;
it cannot be bought with pure gold.

Where then does wisdom come from?
Where does understanding dwell?
It is hidden from the eyes of every living thing,
concealed even from the birds in the sky.
Destruction and Death say, “Only a rumor of it has reached our ears.”
God understands the way to it
and he alone knows where it dwells,
for he views the ends of the earth
and sees everything under the heavens.
When he established the force of the wind
and measured out the waters,
when he made a decree for the rain
and a path for the thunderstorm,
then he looked at wisdom and appraised it;
he confirmed it and tested it.
And he said to the human race,
“The fear of the Lord—that is wisdom,
and to shun evil is understanding.”

--Job 28

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Who Cares

Tell me, Jesus, are you angry?
One more sheep has, just gone astray
A hardening of hearts, turning to stone
Wandering off, so far from home
So many children, losing time
Walk in darkness, looking for a sign
Chasing their rainbows, the future looks so bright
Slowly we're losing,
Sight of the light

Who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?
Tell me who cares?
Who cares?

All alone, out in the cold
Can't look back, am I growing old?
I chose a path, is this my fate?
Am I finding out, the truth too late?

Who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?
Tell me who cares?
Who cares?

Here I am, a naked man
Nothing to hide with empty hands
Remember me, I am the one
Who lost his way, your Prodigal Son

Who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?
Tell me who cares?
Who cares?

Am I ever gonna change
Will I always stay the same?
Say one thing
Then I do the other
Same old song
Goes on forever
Rise, rise 'n' shine
A new day is coming
Yes it is

--Nuno Bettencourt, Gary Cherone

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sow a seed of uncommon faith!

Last night I "vegged" out in front of the TV for a bit. Before I turned on "Spaceballs", I was flipping through the channels. I'm getting where I spend a few minutes flipping through the religion channels. I can't help it, it's like trying not to look when you drive by a car accident.

Anyway, the one I stopped on for a minute was the guy trying to get you to sow your "seed of faith" by sending him ...wait for it... 1000 dollars. What really cracked me up was when he said, "there's something that happens at the $1000 level that doesn't happen at any other level." Which probably means his trip to Maui is what happens at that level.

Now to my Jerry Springer final thought: If you were a person with no religious background, how would TV religion color your ideas about faith? TV may not be a temple, but there is no doubt that the money changers have taken up their usual places.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Don't force your beliefs on me!

http://donmilleris.com/2010/04/26/why-doctrine-is-only-half-the-message/

Here's irony for you:
Many years ago, I had a boss who was a Christian. He was very active in sharing his faith. On my second or third day of working for him, he was talking to me in his office, and he told me that he could tell I was not right with God. I was a bit surprised, and he said he knew this because when he interviewed me, I had said "good grief" at one point. He continued by saying, "there's nothing good about grief" and then quoted some verse about controlling the tongue or something.

How did I respond to all this? I wanted to get away from that man as fast as possible. I thought he was a complete nut.

What's the point? Well, as a Christian, I want to share my faith with others. How can I do that without coming across as my old boss did? I don't think anyone is going to respond well to being told they are not right with God. The problem is, those who don't believe in Jesus Christ are not right with God. No one, including me, wants someone else to "shove their beliefs down my throat." If I feel I'm being attacked, I'm not going to be listening to anything they say anyway.
The whole point is that they hear the message in a way that they can be able to receive it.

Maybe I can get one of those planes that writes stuff in the sky to say it for me.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The resurrection of Debbie Habermas

Habermas rubbed his graying beard. The quick fire cadence and debater’s edge to his voice were gone. No more quoting of scholars, no more citing of Scripture, no more building a case. I had asked about the importance of the Resurrection, and Habermas decided to take a risk by harkening back to 1995, when his wife, Debbie, slowly died of stomach cancer. Caught off guard by the tenderness of the moment, all I could do was listen. “I sat on our porch,” he began, looking off to the side at nothing in particular. He sighed deeply, then went on. “My wife was upstairs dying. Except for a few weeks, she was home through it all. It was an awful time. This was the worst thing that could possibly happen.” He turned and looked straight at me. “But do you know what was amazing? My students would call me—not just one but several of them-and say, 'At a time like this, aren't you glad about the Resurrection?' As sober as those circumstances were, I had to smile for two reasons. First, my students were trying to cheer me up with my own teaching. And second, it worked." As I would sit there, I'd picture Job, who went through all that terrible stuff and asked questions of God, but then God turned the tables and asked him a few questions.I knew if God were to come to me, I'd ask only one question:'Lord, why is Debbie up there in bed?' And I think God would respond by asking gently, 'Gary, did I raise my Son from the dead?' I'd say, 'Come on, Lord, I've written seven books on that topic! Of course he was raised from the dead. But I want to know about Debbie!' "I think he'd keep coming back to the same question-'Did I raise my Son from the dead?' 'Did I raise my Son from the dead?' until I got his point: the Resurrection says that if Jesus was raised two thousand years ago, there's an answer to Debbie's death in 1995. And do you know what? It worked for me while I was sitting on the porch, and it still works today. It was a horribly emotional time for me, but I couldn't get around the fact that the Resurrection is the answer for her suffering. I still worried; I still wondered what I'd do raising four kids alone. But there wasn't a time when that truth didn't comfort me. Losing my wife was the most painful experience I've ever had to face, but if the Resurrection could get me through that, it can get me through anything. It was good for 30 A.D., it's good for 1995, it's good for 1998, and it's good beyond that." Habermas locked eyes with mine. "That's not some sermon," he said quietly. "I believe that with all my heart. If there's a resurrection, there's a heaven. If Jesus was raised, Debbie was raised. And I will be someday, too. Then I'll see them both."

--excerpt from "The case for Christ", Lee Strobel