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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Finding Something That Was Never Lost
It was right there... the entire time.
As many of you will soon notice, we're in the
midst of a bit of a transition at our church. We've had our sound system in the sanctuary since the building was built, and
while it's served its purpose well, it's time for an upgrade. Beginning this Sunday, if our trusty sound man decides he wants
to break the windows and make your ears bleed with the sheer volume coming out of our brand new speakers, he can. I'm 80%
sure he's not going to, but the option's on the table; you can think of it like Russian roulette with your ears. I'm not completely
sure what spiritual purpose this serves, but it's definitely cool.
Well, with the new speakers plugged in and in
use, our old speakers, which are attached to the ceiling, need to come down. This necessitates the renting of a lift of some
sort so that someone who isn't afraid of heights (read: not me) can get them down. And while we're scaling the ceiling, we
figured we'd go ahead and swap out the bulb to the projector that sits more than 20 feet off the ground. That, friends, is
what we like to call killing two birds with one stone.
There's just one problem: no one could find the stinking
replacement bulb. We knew we had it somewhere, but no matter where we looked, it didn't turn up. We looked in every nook and
cranny, every closet and shelf on the premises to no avail. And while you might be thinking, 'it's just a glorified light
bulb,' and wonder why we don't shell out the $2.99 at Wal-Mart to pick up a new one, understand: this missing bulb
is $350.
For weeks we've been looking for this bulb, each day becoming more frustrating than the next. Finally,
right when we were about to throw in the towel and just buy a new one, I decided to spend yesterday afternoon looking one
more time. And after a few hours of frustration, I gave up myself. It was hopeless. It was a lost cause. It was gone forever...
It was on my bookshelf.
I kid you not - it was less than three feet from where I sit every day. It couldn't have
been closer to me the entire time it was 'lost'; nestled safely behind a picture of my wife and a couple Star Wars figures,
it was where I put it a couple years ago because I 'didn't want to risk losing it.' It was never lost at all; it was
right where it should have been.
In other words, I'm a moron.
As agitating as it may seem, sometimes what
you're looking for is hidden in plain sight. A couple thousand years ago there was a Jewish religious leader named
Nicodemus. Nicodemus was, along with his faithful Pharisee associates, awaiting the Messiah, God's hand-picked Savior
of Israel. And while they were waiting, they met a humble carpenter with no religious training. He was from a small town,
came from a family with a terrible reputation, and believed some radical ideas about who God was and how He interacts with
His people.
While most the Pharisees saw this man as anybody BUT the Messiah sent from God, Nicodemus investigated further. And by the end of Jesus' ministry, we come to find out that Nicodemus discovered the truth: while everyone had been waiting for the Messiah, he had been in Israel for thirty years. He was right there, the whole time
- hidden in plain sight.
It can be hard to seek out the truth spiritually in America. And while there are countless
reasons why this may be true, the truth is that so often, we don't look for the obvious answer first. We assume the answer
can't be that easy, and that there has to be something more. And while we're busy leaving no stone unturned and investigating
every nook and cranny possible, we can miss the answer the obvious answer that's been there the whole time: Jesus.
From what we can gather, most of Pharisees (as well as the Jewish people as a whole) missed the boat when it came to Jesus.
They simply couldn't accept the change that Jesus brought to their religion, and as a result within a generation, Christianity
was more prevalent with non-Hebrews like yours truly than it was with the people Jesus spent his entire life with. The
answer was right there the whole time, not three feet from where they sat every day. But they missed it.
It
didn't have to be that way, and Nicodemus was living, breathing proof of that. And it doesn't have to be that way for you
and me, either. Sometimes the answer to life's most complicated questions is found in the simplest of
places; sometimes, the answer we've been seeking has been right in front of us all along. And when it comes to spiritual
truth, this is one of those times. What you and I and the rest of the world are looking for can be found in the person, life,
and work of Jesus of Nazareth.
And he's been right there... the entire time.
12:29 pm
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Pink Slip
If you never heed any piece of advice you read on this blog, make sure you listen to this one:
never - and I mean NEVER - mess with the City of Ashland's water.
This is no laughing matter; I can't think of
anything anyone has ever taken as seriously as paying your water bill on time. I went out to my mail box today and discovered
that I had received a letter from the city concerning the fact that I was a tad bit late in my bill this month. In case you've
never seen such a thing (meaning you're one of those 'responsible' citizens who pays their bills on time and makes the rest
of us look bad), be advised that getting one of these is akin to getting a note from the mob after you bet on the Patriots
and Ravens this weekend. The whole note is a non-threatening shade of pink, which seems to set your mind at ease. But make
no mistake - this is only to get you to let your guard down before they punch you in the stomach. The heading, in blood-red
ink, states menacingly, 'DISCONNECT NOTICE,' and what's found below are two threats to turn your water off in less than a
week, as well as three sets of monetary penalties for your delinquency. The tone of the letter makes you think that when they
come to shut the water off, they'll egg your house and kick your puppy, just for good measure.
Don't get me wrong
- I don't begrudge the city of Ashland for sending such a note to my house. Sure, it might be a tad unnecessary considering
by my count, I've lived in Ashland for 58 months and have never missed a payment. But still - the law is the law, and they're
well within their rights to scare both me and my puppy since I was a whole two days late with my bill this month. After all,
right is right and wrong is wrong, and I was in the wrong.
I'm just really glad that God doesn't treat you and
I like the City of Ashland does.
Keep in mind, though, that he could. Consider the cryptic words of the apostle
James in his letter to the ancient Christians:
...the person who keeps all of the laws except one is as guilty
as a person who has broken all of God's laws. For the same God who said, 'You must not commit adultery,' also said, 'You must
not murder.' So if you murder someone but do not commit adultery, you have still broken the law. - James 2:10-11
In other words, you may think that you're pretty good at life, but if you've committed just one sin (Like lying. Or lusting.
Or being jealous of others. Or gossiping. Or any number of little petty things we all constantly do on a day to day basis),
then you're just as guilty of breaking God's rules as a rapist or pedophile or terrorist or murderer or participant on every
MTV reality show since 1995. It's true. According to the objective rulebook dictating right and wrong, we're all up a creek
without a paddle.
Thank God for Jesus, then.
The New Testament makes it clear that Jesus came to save
everyone, but many people who believed in God wouldn't accept him. The reason is simple - they were stuck in a law mentality.
Attempting to earn their way into God's good graces, they ignored the fact that in Jesus, God's good graces were already paid
for us. As a result, they ignored their way out of the law system altogether, and in doing so, rejected salvation. That's
why Paul's words to the church at Rome must never be forgotten by you or me when he said,
...Christ has already
accomplished the purpose for which the law was given. As a result, all who believe in him are made right with God. - Romans
10:4
In other words, with Jesus came the end of the law. There's no more reason to fear that we'll be punished
for the mistakes we've made, and there's no logical sense to hold anyone else to a standard that we ourselves aren't held
to. In Christ, we're saved by grace through faith, apart from any objective moral standard.
For that, I'm thankful,
because as my sometimes tenuous relationship with the City of Ashland illustrates, I make lots of mistakes, and if I had to
pay for all of them, it'd take an eternity to balance my tab. It's an awful good thing, then, that I'll never have to. And
neither will you, if you place your trust in Jesus.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some egg to clean up.
3:21 pm
Friday, January 14, 2011
I'm Batman.
Life sucks.
See, now
that's the type of profound wisdom you look for from a minister, isn't it? The fruit of a four year degree from
a Bible College and a brand of sophisticated enlightenment that can only be attained with years of theological devotion?
Well, simple as it may sound, it's true. And it's the reason that Batman is undoubtedly the greatest super-hero of
all time.
That's right, I said it - Batman is a super hero. And I refuse to argue about that. I get that he doesn't
technically have any super powers, and I'll grant that without the help of his loyal butler, Alfred (not to mention Morgan
Freeman in the new movies), he probably wouldn't last a week battling the villainy of Gotham City. But despite the evidence
to the contrary, this is my blog dang it, and I'm going to call him what I want to call him. And Batman's story is so amazing,
it reads like something from the pages of scripture.
Batman didn't get bit by a radioactive animal or come from
another planet or receive special powers through any other normal comic literary device. Instead, Batman got to be where he
is through good old fashioned pain. As a boy, Bruce Wayne witnessed the murder of his parents, and it scarred him for life.
Instead of coping in a 'normal' way like, say, going to therapy or grieving through loving human interactions, Bruce
bottled up his emotions until the day he would dress up like a creature of the night, circumvent the law, and get his vengeance
on every criminal he could get his Bat-hands on. In other words, in Batman, we see a character that suffered immense agony,
and instead of being crippled by that pain, used it as the impetus for a positive change in his life and in his world.
And in that way, Bruce Wayne would fit right in with the characters of the Bible. Think about it - Moses was nearly
killed as a child, rejected by two civilizations, and was a hermit for forty years. Oh, and then he led God's people out of
slavery and wrote their national constitution. Daniel was taken from his home into forced slavery, making his foray into the
lion's den only mildly horrible in comparison to the rest of his life... before he became one of God's greatest prophets. Noah,
for his part, spent his entire life mocked and ridiculed for believing in a God who would one day make it rain, and Job lost
literally everything, not the least of which was his dignity as he whined and moaned for forty chapters before God put him
in his place. Of course those two survived to repopulate the earth and taught God's people a powerful lesson (while being
exponentially blessed in the process), respectively. And you definitely don't want to be named 'Joseph' in the Bible; one
guy was sold my his brothers and one was basically taken on the Maury Povich show and told that he was not the father of his
fiancee's child. Of course, Old Testament Joseph ended up reigning over the largest empire in the world at the time, and Joseph
raised the son of God, so it worked out, I'd say.
That's just the start - the disciples were, at best, bumbling
idiots and at worst, terrorists, but they started the church and saved countless souls for God's kingdom; the early church
was killed by the bushel at the hands of Rome on their way to systematically infiltrating every nook and cranny of it; and
of course, they were all following a peaceful carpenter who was killed unjustly and just so happened to redeem all of mankind
after his resurrection three days later. The pattern is the same: these people persevered through extreme hardship and came
out on the other side using that pain to do something amazing. Without their pain, their contributions to God's kingdom and
the world wouldn't have been possible.
And that brings us back to our original premise: life sucks. You and I live
in a world of constant turmoil and tragedy, and the truth is, we will all go through horrible pain in this life. But you can
be Batman (not literally, of course. Though if you do decide to dress up and become a masked vigilante, remember that nipples
are in no way necessary on your Bat-suit); you can be just like one of scripture's biblical figures. No matter what it is
that you, personally, have to deal with, your pain is not in vain. You can use that pain as the stimulus for change in your
life, and you can bless other people with the knowledge and experience that your life has given you. You can make a difference
in your world, and in that way, find joy in your pain. You may not think that makes you a super hero, but you have a lasting
impact for good in the lives of those around you. And that, friends, can only be described with one word: Heroic.
12:01 pm
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Falling Down
'Why do we fall, sir? So we might learn to
pick ourselves up.' - Alfred, Batman Begins
Of all the things I love about being alive in the year 2011, social networking may be the most randomly fantasic
thing. I mean, in the past, if we wanted to know something about a celebrity or athlete, we had to read a story in the morning
paper that was filtered through about eight different sources before it got to us. It was impossible to know who it was you
were watching or rooting for, and therefore, impossible to know if we WANTED to root for a team or player or politician or
actor.
But not so in 2011! Now, we can get thoughts straight from the mind of anyone and everyone with a Facebook
or Twitter account, and the truth is, it's truly enlightening to learn what your favorite celebrity actually thinks about
a given subject.
That brings us to this morning, when I logged onto Facebook and saw the following status from
Daniel Gibson:
If you
want today to be better than yesterday.. "You" have to be better!! Rise & Grind .. He ain't done with us yet!
There are
a couple things that put that quote in the proper context: first of all, Gibson is an injured guard for the Cleveland Cavaliers,
the NBA's worst team in the most tortured sports city in America. Second of all, his nickname is 'Boobie,' meaning he has
a reason to be upset each and every day he wakes up. Finally, last night, he watched his teammates play the most atrocious
game in recent memory, losing 112-57 to the LA Lakers in a game that wasn't nearly as close as the score indicated.
And yet, as he awoke this
morning, Gibson had one thing on his mind - getting back up, doing better, and seeing what God can do through him.
Dealing with failure is one of the hardest
things a person can learn to do, but as Christians, we always have hope. The reason is simple: even when we don't believe
in ourselves, we serve a God that believes in us. Consider the words of the apostle Paul to the ancient church at Ephesus
when he wrote,
God saved you by his grace
when you believed. And you can't take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things
we have done, so none of us can boast about it. For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we
can do the good things he planned for us long ago. - Ephesians 2:8-10
If you're a Christian, you are
God's masterpiece. Your past mistakes don't count against you, and through God's grace, you are capable of a life of significance
and meaning, in this world and the next. And when you fail, God understands; after all, Jesus lived and died and lived again
because God loves us despite our failings. All he asks is that when we do, that you and I get back up and try again.
All of us will fall over and over again. What counts is whether or not we get back up, and I for one hope the Cavaliers
can get back on track. If they don't, though, it won't be because of Boobie.
And it won't be because God doesn't
believe they can.
2:46 pm
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Fear
It is absolutely my greatest fear. If given the choice, I'd choose
wrestling a pack of grizzly bears or jumping off a skyscraper without a parachute. I'd rather spend a month in Antarctica
without a coat or have to escape a burning building in a gasoline soaked sweater. Heck, I'd even rather be forced to
watch Lifetime while at the dentist during the seventh game of a World Series my beloved Cincinnati Reds were playing
in. Anything and everything, no matter how unthinkable, would be better than prison. And with that said, behold my worst nightmare: Spending thirty years in prison for a crime I didn't commit.
Maybe I wouldn't be afraid if I were a little
tougher. I mean, I haven't been in a fist fight since I was in second grade, and I'm fairly sure I'd have a hard time
bench-pressing more than the bar at this point in my life. Without an ability to defend myself, I'm going to put
the over/under on 'how long it takes Drew to have a special friend who calls him Sally' at 20 minutes. And I'll take the under. Add
to that the loss of freedom, the claustrophobia, and of course, the next guy I'm passed on to after my 'special friend'
finds someone else he'll call 'Betty,' and prison has to be the worst imaginable place on the face of the earth.
The point is, there are some things in this life that are truly horrifying. And that puts some of Jesus' most
poignant words in true perspective, as he taught his disciples,
Don't be afraid of those who want to kill your
body; they cannot touch your soul. Fear only God, who can destroy both soul and body in hell. - Matthew 10:28
Jesus' message wasn't that we should view God like we would a prison sentence; after all, a life lived through God's Spirit includes a great many things, but terror isn't one of them. Instead, Jesus' point was that we should care more about the
fate of our eternity than we do the fate of our life on earth. Most people, including Christians, are incredibly short-sighted
when it comes to priorities; we care about anything and everything, no matter how trivial, so long as it affects the here
and now. But the future? What happens after we die? The eternal impact of our words and deeds in this life? These hardly register
a blip on our radar.
I have no idea what my future holds. Perhaps like the unfortunate fellow in Texas, one day
I'll come face to face with my worst nightmare; after all, his most grievous sin appeared to be nothing more
than looking like someone who committed a sexual assault. Maybe one way the dude who plays in the Harry Potter movies will
do something and I'll be locked up by mistake. And if not, chances are really good some other life-altering, horrible calamity
will change the direction of my life. But no matter what, what we can all be sure about is that the lives we lead here on
earth are temporary, and therefore, so too is the pain and hurt we feel.
The fact is that as frightening as prison
truly is, I should be more afraid of living a life that is spiritually meaningless than any sentence or any jail bully.
And so should you. After all, this world is not all that there is; this life is not the only one you'll ever live. And no
matter how heinous our fate is in this life, so long as there's a God in heaven and a risen Christ, there's always hope for
the next.
And that's true no matter what you're afraid of.
1:56 pm
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