Wednesday, April 29, 2009

A love afair with God

A love affair with God

I know there are many men who think they know the true meaning of love. Many poets whom through their musings believe they have put it to verse. However, until they have experienced a true love relationship with the Lord they have no accurate point of reference from which they espouse.

One man however is my favorite when it comes to these feeble attempts. I find a sense of joy when I read his lyrics as I meditate upon my relationship with my Lord. I know that these were written to exclaim a love between man and women but I hear a different tune when I read them.

Here are a few that I enjoy in my love affair with God:

"Love sees with the heart and not with mind."
Shakespeare

"For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not, desolation."
Shakespeare

"Love comforteth like sunshine after rain."
Shakespeare

"They do not love that do not show their love."
Shakespeare

"When you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave."
Shakespeare

"Love sought is good, but given unsought is better."
Shakespeare

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."
Shakespeare

"So long as I can breathe or I can see, so long lives your love which gives life to me."
Shakespeare

"So dear I love Him that with Him, all deaths I could endure. Without Him, live no life."
Shakespeare

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Measuring Success???

“How do you measure the success in your Christian life?”

“How do you measure your success at Love?” might be a more accurate phrasing of the question.

Living a Christian life is “Loving God”. Christianity at its core, its most fundamental premise, is an “Unconditional Love Relationship” between a man and his Creator. Trusting God to be in your life without fear or doubt, an integral part of your life, to be your life, every moment of every day. Knowing life goes on new and fresh, moment by moment, ever changing. Never being concerned with what will happen next nor how it will affect you because He is always there and He is bigger than all of it.

To measure is to quantify.
To measure success is to quantify performance.
All of which is to evaluate for the purpose of control.
That is why man measures everything. He measures for the most benevolent of reasons, or at least he convinces himself of that fact. He measures and evaluates and assesses and compares against some synthetically established “norm”. How does my performance compare? How does it measure up? Am I successful? Am I better or worse than everyone else, and to what degree? If I can decide where I stand in comparison to the norm I can make adjustments. I can increase or decrease my efforts. I can compensate. If I can determine the answers to these questions I can gain control… or some modicum of control… at least the perception of control. Then, and only then, will I feel better about myself.

What then? What if man determines he only loves 50%, or 75%, or 90%? Is that possible? Moreover, would that be unconditional love?
Isn't unconditional love "all or nothing"?
Even more frightening, would it then be possible for God to love us the same way. Is He able to love us 50%, or even 99%? What kind of trouble would we be in if that were true?

Would He have come?


John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
John 15:13 "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

Thursday, March 19, 2009

God never fails...

The Gideon Advance is done for this year. My heart is filled to overflowing. I have been trying very hard to put my heart into words. This is never easy, for the heart was never intended to function like the mind. It communicates in a very different way – by intent. I don’t seem to be able to find the words to do it justice right now. The Lord is not ready for me to share what is there. Evidently we are still working on it.

The only thing I can write for now is, as usual, Gideon did not disappoint. God met me there… He met us all there. It was inspiring and exciting, subtle yet dramatic, wondrous yet discreet, loving but direct. God is good. God is faithful. God never fails to show me His great love for me.


More when I am free to talk…

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Someone to be Jesus

We All Need Someone to be Jesus

- Jim Robinson

And Jesus was traveling around all the cities and the villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the Gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every malady among the people. Now having seen the crowds, He was moved with compassion concerning them, that they had been distressed and had been dejected, like sheep not having a shepherd. Matthew 9: 35,36

Maddy’s heart seemed to be barely beating.
From the moment I saw her, slouched in a chair in the lobby of my Christian counseling practice, I knew she was very ill. I offered to help her to the couch in my office, but she refused my touch, pulled herself up straight, and followed me into my office.
Words weren’t needed, at least not at first. I could see the bones of her shoulders, arms, ribs, poking through her dirty blouse. By the time her shaking slowed and she caught her breath a bit, she sat still, shoulders hunched, tissues in her withered hand. Apparently only in her early thirties, she looked ancient. She had been abandoned as a small child by her cocaine-addicted mother. She had never known her father. I didn’t get a great deal out of her that first day. Mostly, she watched me, observing.
I’m not exactly sure how Maddy found me, or how she had the money to pay me each week, in cash; she kept this a secret, and I let her. Maybe someone had met her and pitied her, and had chosen to remain an anonymous savior. I honored her wish to keep their identity a mystery. But I knew that whoever this person was on the outside, they were most certainly Christ on the inside.
That first day, I knew Maddy required inpatient treatment. She refused.
“You need medical help right now,” I said. “You’re very sick, and unless you get treatment, you could die.”
“Dyin’ don’t scare me,” she said, and there was hollow truth in her voice, a truth I understood from my own past days of darkness: Addicts aren’t afraid of dying. Addicts are afraid of living.
“If you really want to die, Maddy, then why are you here?”
“I… don’t know. My friend brought me… she said she’d heard…that you could help.” And she stared off into nowhere.
“I want to call a place I know,” I said, “a place where some very good people work. You can go and stay with them, and they’ll take care of you. They really do know how to help you, Maddy. Will you let me call them for you?”
“No. No one can help me.”
“Yes they can,” I said. “They know how to help people like you…”
She winced.
“…and me,” I added.
The difference, all in one tiny word. And what little light was left in her eyes flickered like a not-yet-dead fire, just for an instant, back to life. She looked at me hard and long.
“I… will come back… here,” she said finally. “Only here.”
Maddy first exchanged sex for money when she was in her early teens. She could not recall exactly how the drug addiction began, or when, but over time she grew comfortable enough to speak of her homelessness, her rapid decent into the nightmare of crack cocaine. She did not look at me, but stared past, her bony hands writhing in her lap like warring spiders. Her voice droned as if she were recounting a tragic event that had happened to a complete stranger, her voice coming from a place within and yet separate from her. She told of her first time using the drug, and how everything had changed, all at once, and days and nights blurred together, and she sat in a darkened, filthy room and smoked till it was gone, then worked the streets again so her pimp would give her more. Night after night she huddled over her shrine of shame and worshipped, and time slipped away untouched and unwanted. Maddy had been snared, and drawn into the iniquitous and swift destruction of addiction, prostitution, darkness, and inevitable spiritual death.
Maddy always showed up for our sessions on time. She would shuffle in, gray and hollow-cheeked, and listen intently as I spoke. Slowly, she offered more tragic information. Born into a world of darkness, she had never known feelings beyond fear and shame. She had never been nurtured, never loved; she had been beaten and sexually abused, somehow surviving on the street in the graceless universe of chaos and addiction and violence and loveless love.
As far as Maddy could recall, her mother had also been a prostitute; one night she went out, and never came back. The biological father had apparently been black, and Maddy’s skin was the color of honey. She had a thin scar running from her left temple to the bottom of her cheek, drawn on a face so weary it was difficult to see much of the pretty girl she had once been. But she was in there. She was still in there.
For several weeks she never shed one tear, never laughed. Sorrow had beaten and numbed her. I knew, too, that she was still using; she’d never have been able to detox on her own. But I took a chance. And over time, despite her outward appearance, I began to recognize someone inside. The door would usually only open briefly, then close. Each time we met I attempted to draw one step closer to a frightened and wary little bird… just before she flew away, out of reach.
Still, she kept returning. Something kept her coming back.
One day, Maddy seemed particularly blue and distant. I began worrying that she was losing interest in our relationship, losing hope.
“What’s wrong, Maddy?” I asked.
“Thinking,” she said.
“About what?”
And something crept into a corner of her painted lips. Something resembling a smile. A deep, sad smile. I let her remain silent for what seemed a long time.
“Birthday,” she said at last, and I could barely hear her.
“What?”
“Birthday.” She looked up. “Today is my birthday.”
I sat still, temporarily at a loss for words.
“Today is your birthday?”
“I… think… so,” she said, looking down at her hands. “April second. Not sure what year…” Again, looking up: “Not sure. But April second. Seems like that’s it.”
The ghost of a smile faded. “Anyway, don’t matter, does it? Not even sure how old I am. Don’t matter…”
“How do you feel, Maddy?” I sensed the little bird, tensing for flight.
“Don’t make me feel nothin’,” she said. And the brief spark in her eyes died. “I don’t feel a thing.”
And I knew she was right.
Counselors are supposed to remain emotionally unattached from clients. But Maddy nonetheless played around the edges of my mind a lot during the next week. It wasn’t just my fear of losing her, losing what little connection we had made. Maddy’s slow but sure flight towards death brought things up from within me that I thought had been buried. There emanated from her a kind of haunted and cold wind that brought with it a heart memory, a soul-deep remembering of a time when I, too, found myself barely balanced between seduction and salvation. A knowing: We are all the same, broken. And though some of us might look better or act better on the outside, we are each of us capable — in the blink of an eye, the beat of a heart — of falling.
We need. From the beginning to the end, in need of our Christ. In need of someone to reach out and touch us in our ugly leprosy… and be Jesus to us.
I knew she might run away at any time. I prayed to God for help. I asked that Jesus might use me, to embody His embrace.
Then one night, lying in bed, right out of nowhere, He answered.
The whole thing came in one flash, complete.
The next morning I got up, went into the kitchen, and found the little box my wife kept in a drawer. I took it with me to the office.
At the beginning of our session together, I asked Maddy to wait a moment, and I left the room. She was sitting on the couch, very much alone, when I came in carrying the cupcake. A cupcake, on a saucer. A small pink candle stuck in the white icing, my hand cupped near to keep it from going out. I sat it on the table in front of her.
“Happy birthday, Maddy,” I said.
She looked at the flame. I could see it, just for a moment, reflected in her brown, broken eyes. She looked at me. “What?”
“Happy birthday. A little late.”
“What?” she said again, a whisper, staring back down at the cupcake. Her mouth began to tremble. “I’ve… I’ve never had…”
And the door cracked — and then flew open.
“…anything…”
Her tears began slowly, as if they’d forgotten how to flow. Then, like rain, hard and cleansing rain, violent and beautiful.
And laughter and wailing mixed together, choking on words that wouldn’t come, mixing like raindrops on their way to earth, on their way home.
“I’ve never… had… anything…”
Maddy held out her arms.
Then, finally, she let Jesus hold her.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

"The Lord is with you, mighty warrior"

I go to Gideon as a man. I go in my frailty, my brokenness, my humanity... I go as a man. Yet, I go as a man, with my Lord, expecting to meet my Lord. I go with the "perfect love" Jesus spoke of in Matthew 5:43-48, "Be perfect, therefore, as your Heavenly Father is perfect". I go with the love Paul spoke of in Romans 12:9-21 "Love must be sincere". I go with the love Augustine spoke of when he said, "Love, and do as you want".
The power of the Lord is with me in that love.
The Lord sees me and calls me by a new name, "Mighty Warrior".
I fear not my weakness, for God is with me.
I go in the strength I have, for God sends me.
I build an alter to the Lord and it shall be called "The Lord is Peace".

Judges 6:11-24
11 The angel of the LORD came and sat down under the oak in Ophrah that belonged to Joash the Abiezrite, where his son Gideon was threshing wheat in a winepress to keep it from the Midianites. 12 When the angel of the LORD appeared to Gideon, he said, "The LORD is with you, mighty warrior."
13 "But sir," Gideon replied, "if the LORD is with us, why has all this happened to us? Where are all his wonders that our fathers told us about when they said, 'Did not the LORD bring us up out of Egypt?' But now the LORD has abandoned us and put us into the hand of Midian."
14 The LORD turned to him and said, "Go in the strength you have and save Israel out of Midian's hand. Am I not sending you?"
15 "But Lord, " Gideon asked, "how can I save Israel? My clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my family."
16 The LORD answered, "I will be with you, and you will strike down all the Midianites together."
17 Gideon replied, "If now I have found favor in your eyes, give me a sign that it is really you talking to me. 18 Please do not go away until I come back and bring my offering and set it before you." And the LORD said, "I will wait until you return."
19 Gideon went in, prepared a young goat, and from an ephah of flour he made bread without yeast. Putting the meat in a basket and its broth in a pot, he brought them out and offered them to him under the oak.
20 The angel of God said to him, "Take the meat and the unleavened bread, place them on this rock, and pour out the broth." And Gideon did so. 21 With the tip of the staff that was in his hand, the angel of the LORD touched the meat and the unleavened bread. Fire flared from the rock, consuming the meat and the bread. And the angel of the LORD disappeared. 22 When Gideon realized that it was the angel of the LORD, he exclaimed, "Ah, Sovereign LORD! I have seen the angel of the LORD face to face!"
23 But the LORD said to him, "Peace! Do not be afraid. You are not going to die." 24 So Gideon built an altar to the LORD there and called it The LORD is Peace.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Dilige, et quod vis fac

“Dilige, et quod vis fac. "Love, and do what you want."
-St. Augustine of Hippo
“More than the virtue of faith, more than the virtue of hope, it is the virtue of charity that animates Christianity and governs the deeds of Christians.

It is possible to believe, and yet to act contrary to the things believed. It is possible to hope in Christ's promises, and yet to choose things that will make one's hope unfounded. Charity, which is divine love, works differently. If one's will is truly moved by love of God and love of neighbor for God's sake, he will not offend God. If his actions are directed by love, his actions are godly actions. Saint Augustine, in his commentaries on John's Epistles, writes Dilige, et quod vis fac, "Love, and do what you want."

At first sight, this seems a dangerous piece of advice. Numerous, after all, are the wicked things done in the name of "love." Augustine, though, is not talking about cheap, tawdry imitations of love: he is speaking of a love that desires God above all things and chooses the things of God; a love which treats our fellow men and women in the way that God has established, in a way that is subordinate to love of God and which flows from it.

Even noble loves can lose this priority: to the degree that they stray from the love of God, which is identical with His justice and His law, these loves lose the character of love and decay into pride, self-gratification, lust, greed, or the service of idols. To the degree that the love is truly divine charity, to that degree one's will is guided by the Spirit, and he may do as he pleases, knowing that his actions are guided by God's own will. Hence Augustine's command, Dilige, et quod vis fac.”

Friday, February 27, 2009

"If any one of you is without sin..."

Two very wise men had a lot to say regarding such issues. I summarize…

First, when faced with a similar situation Jesus told the crowd that had gathered,

“If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone…”

Matthew 7:1-2 "Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
Luke 6:37 "Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.

I am confident when I say, the only difference between this man and the rest of us is that his secret is out. Think about yourself and shudder at the thought of the public knowing some of the things you have done. Things you hide in your heart.


Second, William Shakespeare wrote in "Hamlet", Act III, Sc.2, the play-within-the-play,
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

“Queen Gertrude speaks these famous words to her son, Prince Hamlet, while watching a play at court. Gertrude does not realize that Hamlet has staged this play to trap her and her new husband, King Claudius, whom Hamlet suspects of having murdered his father. She also does not realize that the lady who "doth protest too much" is actually herself, as the Player King and Queen represent King Hamlet and Queen Gertrude. Gertrude's statement is in response to the play-Queen's repetitive statements of loyalty and love for her now murdered first husband.”

I write this to all those self-righteous, holier-than-thou people out there that howl and cry with indignation to the top of there voices that such a terrible man could do such a terrible thing and have any chance what so ever of getting away with less than the most severe punishment possible. To those people I say, “Methinks thou protesteth too much”. It has been my experience in life that those who cry for blood the loudest are themselves hiding the most. Take a good look at yourself and be very careful what you wish for. Your secrets will out one day. On that day I fear for you.


Romans 12:19 Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Feel Like You Have No Control...?

When you feel like you have no control of your life God may not answer your prayers as you expect. But speaking from experience, I guarantee you that He knows you and your needs better than you do (Philippians 4:19). Trust Him.
Let this be a time when you draw nearer to God and to each other. You may look back one day and count this trial as a real blessing in your relationship with each other and with God. Thank God for what He is going to teach you about yourselves and about Him. “Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus” (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18).

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Be ye perfect...

Ethics, as stated and lived by Jesus is based in one simple thing. It is the basis of everything he taught. Everything He commanded of us and all we are to live our life by is: God’s Perfect Love. We are to love perfectly as God loves perfectly and that is the summation of all the laws and all the commandments.

Mathew 5:48

48"Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."

The most illuminating word in this verse is not the word “perfect” as you might assume. The most illuminating word in this verse is the word “therefore”. Therefore is the all-important word that refers us to the meaning of verse 48. When Jesus says “therefore” he is telling us to look at the preceding verses to understand the meaning of this verse. Used in the way He uses it here He is saying, “Following my entire line of reasoning thus far you must then conclude you are to be perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect.” So, in order to understand how to be perfect as God is perfect we must look at what he said in the preceding verses.

What does it say right before this passage 48?

Mathew 5:43-48

Love your enemies
43"You have heard that it was said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' 44But I tell you: Love your enemies] and pray for those who persecute you, 45that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. 46If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? 47And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? 48"Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."

(In actuality you could, and probably even should, go back to the beginning of the Beatitudes, Mathew 5:1)

The “perfect” that Jesus demands of us in this verse is the perfection of God’s love. To be perfect is to be totally undiscriminating in our love, as God is. This is not moral perfectionism, and it’s not something we have to build towards over years of “process sanctification”. We only have to realize that it is the way of Jesus, to make no distinction between friend and enemy, neighbor or foriengner, reliable or untrustworthy, victim or persecutor.
Be perfect, therefore as your heavenly Father is perfect… IN LOVE.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A friend made me think about friends.

Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13

A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Proverbs 17:17

Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.
Proverbs 27:6


Jesus says a friend is one who will lay his life down for you, both literally and figuratively. That is commitment. Without God, man would not even be able to understand the concept of friendship. Friendship did not originate with man. It is a part of the very image of God and was made a part of our character when we were created in His image. God is the model of all true friendship.

A friend will show sacrificial love to you at all times. People often help each other, especially if it’s convenient. But true friendship sets the standard much higher. True friendship will always cost you something and will often be inconvenient. Such friendship is rare. This is friendship that gives without expecting anything in return.

A friend recognizes your weaknesses and will tell you about them in love. As Proverbs says, “The kisses of an enemy are profuse”. A friend that only praises you regardless of what you do is not your friend. A true friend will deliver faithful wounds. This is because a true friend loves Jesus even more than he loves you.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Forgive & Forget - Can't do one without the other...

“For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”
(Jeremiah 31:34)

God forgives and forgets. He forgives our wickedness, and He remembers our sins no more. That's the marvel and the mystery. The Judge of all, the One who could condemn us, and who could destroy body and soul in hell, forgives. And the omniscient One, who knows all things, chooses in mercy to remember our sins no more. That’s called “grace” - undeserved kindness on the part of God.We are reluctant to forgive, and even less inclined to forget. We hold grudges. We keep book on one another. We remember the hurt feeling, the wayward word that jabbed us the wrong way, the injustice done to us. We dwell on it, nurture it, and walk it around like the dog. Past offenses turn into present accusations. “You always did this; you never did that.” Our idea of justice is quid pro quo - this for that. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, life for life; somehow, to us that makes sense. Strike me on the cheek, and I’ll bop you on the nose.

Forget? We may have trouble remembering birthdays and anniversaries, but we have no trouble remembering wrongs done to us in the past. Forgive? To forgive is to let something go, to leave something be, to go on as though it hadn’t happened. That’s not our way either.

Like the farmer in the parable whose enemy sowed weeds among his wheat and he says, “Forgive it. Let it alone. Let it go.” Do nothing. Like the father with two sons who welcomes his prodigal son home with an embrace and a robe and a ring without so much as a syllable of confession much less a deal. Act as though it had never happened. Like the prophet Hosea, who seeks out his adulterous bride and courts her and wants to take her back. Like Yahweh with His Israel, loving the unlovable, embracing the unembraceable, forgiving and forgetting, making a new covenant with a people who broke the old one.We try to have it both ways: “I’ll forgive, but I can’t forget”. Meaning, “I’ll forgive, but I won’t forget”. Just in case I need to call it up later on. Or in case I need to call in a marker or two. Put it up on a shelf, like a fine wine. Let it age for a while. Forgive, but never forget what was forgiven. But forgiveness without forgetting is not forgiveness at all. They run parallel. To forgive is to forget. Not forget as in a case of amnesia, but as in refusing to call to mind. Instead of filing it away, run it through the shredder so the pieces can’t be put back together again, even if we want to.Image what our lives would be like if we forgave and forgot. If children would forgive and forget what their parents have done to them. If parents would forgive and forget what their children have done to them. Therapists would be begging for work. Imagine husbands and wives forgiving and forgetting. The divorce courts would be hurting for business. Imagine communities and congregations, where, instead of dwelling on each other’s sins and shortcomings, we forgave them. Instead of obsessing on them at every moment, we set them aside in our own minds and refused to recall them.But forgiving and forgetting is not our way, is it? We may as well admit it. It comes as naturally to us as breathing water or flapping our arms to fly. It’s not in our sinful nature to forgive and forget. Why? Because we want to be gods, damning those who do bad things to us. Because we in our self-centered world won’t tolerate these assaults on our being. We’re not going to put up with anything, are we? We see those who forgive and forget as stupid and weak. The notion of “forgive and forget” seems to us something so foreign; it may as well be from another planet, or something so “divine” it can’t possibly be human. “To err is human, to forgive divine”, we say, thinking we’re off the hook. But remember, Jesus is fully human. He did not err, and He forgave.We refashion God in our own unforgiving, unforgetting image. This is how a respectable God is supposed to be. God the Judge, sitting high on His throne, with the scales of justice dangling in His hand, balancing sin against good works. We cook up religions that bargain with God, as though God could be bribed by our prayers, our works of charity, our religious disciplines, our fasting or Bible study or pilgrimages, or whatever else we come up with. We imagine God to be the great Accountant in the Sky, a sharp-penciled bookkeeper peering over the record of our lives, running the totals, checking our debits and credits on some heavenly spreadsheet. We even come up with a treasury of merit from the saints that can be credited to those who are lacking righteousness. All for a price.At the heart of every human religion is the notion that God does not forgive nor does He forget. He’s making a list, He’s checking it twice, and He already knows who’s naughty and nice. That’s the kind of religion that appeals to our sense of fairness and reason. We expect God to punish those who do evil, especially when it’s the other guy and not ourselves. We expect God to demand obedience from those who claim His name. We expect God to reward those who do good and walk the walk. But forgive? Why would God want to do that? And forget? Come on, get serious. This is God we’re talking about here - omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, sovereign to the Nth degree deity. Any god who “forgets” just isn’t a respectable god in our religious way of thinking.The Ten Commandments as religion make a lot of sense. That’s why all sorts of religious people can rally around them. Morality is a no-brainer; forgiveness is the dividing line. We expect God to want an exclusive relationship with us, no other gods in His face. We expect that God would want us to worship Him, honor His name and His word. We expect that God is pleased when we honor and obey parents and other authorities, when we don’t kill or harm one another, when we keep our zippers and our lips zipped, and don’t steal stuff and are content with the stuff we have. That all makes great sense. That’s why the Ten Commandments are so popular.But if you learn anything from Hebrew half of the Bible, learn this: Commandments don’t work because we can’t keep the commandments. God brought Israel out of slavery in Egypt through the blood and the water. God made Israel into a nation and established them under Moses with a covenant. And what did they do? They messed it all up. They broke the covenant. A covenant based on commandment keeping simply won’t work with a bunch of natural born sinners.It takes a new covenant. One in which the Word of God is implanted in the heart - not just on stone. And not just rules to live by, but Gospel good news that God forgives your wickedness and forgets your sins. A new way of knowing the Lord, not simply God on the mountain but God in the flesh. God incarnate. The Word made Flesh dwelling among us.Covenants call for blood. The old covenant called for the blood of bulls, goats, and sheep, which, on its own, accomplished nothing. But the new covenant is sealed by the blood of Jesus, God’s Son, a blood poured out for you on the cross, and poured into a chalice for you to drink. “This is the new covenant in my blood.” Do this “for my remembrance,” says Jesus. Eat His body, drink His blood, so that we will remember Him and He will remember us, and remember our sin no more. Forgive and Forget.
Martin Luther wasn’t out trick or treating the day he nailed 95 points of debate to the church door in Wittenberg. He was nailing an indictment against religion that had made the new covenant of the blood of Jesus into a transactional system of works and deal cutting with God, leaving people uncertain of their forgiveness, life, and salvation. The Reformation is not about how the Lutherans are right and the Catholics are wrong. It’s about how easy it is for any of us to slip into this way of bargaining and deal cutting, the way of religion. Even the brightest bulbs on the theological marquee can slip, forgetting that God is the God who forgives and forgets for Jesus’ sake.
We may no more say, “We have Luther as our father,” than the Jews at the time of Jesus could say, “We have Abraham as our father” or Roman Catholics can say, “We have the Pope as our father.” It all means nothing apart from faith in the promise. Jesus is clear, “When you abide in my Word, you will know the truth, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will free you.”Forgiveness is freedom from the past. Without forgiveness, we have no hope for the future, no freedom in the present. We are bound by chains to a past that hangs like a giant millstone around our necks that will drag us down to our death. The mercy, the undeserved kindness, the grace of God in Jesus is this: Jesus is our righteousness. His blood answers for our sin as an atoning sacrifice. His Word applies that Blood to each of us, baptizing us, forgiving us, feeding us, telling us in so many ways this one needful thing: You are justified, not by what you do, but by faith in the blood of Jesus and what He has done, and on His account you are free.To abide in the Word of forgiveness, to abide in the Body and the Blood is to be a disciple of Jesus, one who learns from Him the way of death and life, and who follows Him through death to life. Because of His perfect life and His cross, God forgives your wickedness and He remembers your sin no more. You are freed from your past to serve in the present with a sure hope of a bright future in Christ Jesus that is already yours by grace alone, through faith alone, for Jesus’ sake alone, and this from the Scriptures alone.God forgives and He forgets, all for Jesus’ sake. And because of that, you are free and remembered by God.

- unknown Pastor

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Open Theology
An essay by Vexen Crabtree that spoke to my heart.

Consider the statement...


An Omniscient (all-knowing) Being Does Not Have Free Will.

If you are all-knowing, you know all your future actions, all choices you will ever make. Further, you cannot change any of them otherwise your knowledge would be wrong, and you would not be all-knowing. Therefore, an omniscient being has no free will to choose actions; all his actions are predetermined.

"There is a light switch on the wall; God may either turn it on, or leave it
off; but, since God already knows the future, God knows that he will turn it on.
That is part of his knowledge. But what if God exercises freewill, and chooses
not to turn it on. Is this possible?"

If you knew a decision you were going to make in the future... what would it mean? You would have no free will to change that decision. No option, no choices... based on the fact that you know its going to happen. It is predestined and no amount of strong-will can change it. The further in the future the predicted choice is, the less free will you have to change it! Well imagine if for infinity you had always known exactly what choices you were going to make, and you could never be wrong. You would never have had any free will in any choice, ever!

Following the reasoning of the above scenario God is reduced to nothing more than an observer. An omniscient being with no free will - His entire future is set out, and He has no choice but to follow His predestined path.