Try the Salad Bar… or Not!

James 1:4 But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. NKJV

I find myself in the most severe test of patience. I’m fifth in line at a salad bar. Four chatty ladies beat me to the lettuce bowl. They seem to think that “building” a salad is an art form. I’ve watched, in amazement, as they evenly distribute onions, cucumbers, and croutons as though they were priming the detonator on a nuclear device. Their work is often suspended between selections for an exchange of mundane factoids and trivia. Drugged turtles move faster than women at a salad bar. They anoint their salads with dressing like French chefs in a culinary contest. I reach for a plate. “Excuse me,” says the lead lady. She has spotted a few veggies and seeds that were missed on the first pass. My glare doesn’t faze her. She giggles and yammers without taking a breath. The middle girls have paused to discuss alfalfa sprouts. The line is not moving. I clear my throat. The alfalfa queen shoots me a look. They have no idea how close they have come to wearing salad dressing as a bonnet. Suddenly, the whole thing is funny to me. I let out a sharp chuckle. They look at me like I’m crazy. Are you looking to test your patience? Try a salad bar behind a jabbering foursome. You might want take something to read!

Is There Any Joy in Doubt?

Ephesians 2:10 For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, NASB

Having read my fill of agnostic philosophers, I cannot get over what a sad and dreary lot they are. In most cases, they argue against the existence of an absolute moral law. Without a moral law by which one can know right and wrong, their world view is one of a wasteland of ignorance in which man cannot surely know his origin, purpose, or destiny. Such a man can only know that he cannot surely know anything. To the agnostic, life is incredibly cruel, for in a world where nothing can be known, suffering constantly raises the question; why? Here we have a naturally recurring question in a world of certain ignorance. What is left to the philosopher but despair and frustration?
Bertrand Russell, the modern voice of agnosticism, affirmed that his life was “built on the foundation of unyielding despair.” The late Carl Sagan described humans as newborn babies left on Earth’s doorstep with no note explaining who we are and where we came from, let alone where we go from here. In words of Comedian Lily Tomlin, “remember folks, we’re all in this. . . alone!” Against the lonely, meaningless, ignorance of the agnostic, the most primitive Christian faith shines like a diamond on black velvet.

He Changed Everything

In December 1941 our course and culture were changed by “a day that will live in infamy.” Pearl Harbor reshaped our history and a darker facet of globalism was revealed in the smoking hulks of once proud battleships. A horrible day at Hiroshima in 1945 awakened dark and haunting fears. Men harnessed the power of unthinkable destruction and demonstrated the will to use it. A single day in Dallas defined a generation. The news of the assassination of President Kennedy rocketed around the globe. Not since the days of the Caesars had the assassin enjoyed such prominence. A day in court in 1973 opened the floodgates for an unending slaughter of the innocents when Roe vs. Wade made the mother’s womb the most dangerous place in America. A day we remember as 9-11 changed the way we travel; the way we war; the way we perceive ourselves, and our safety.

We could all list pivotal days of our lives that have changed our focus, our families, our faith, and our fortunes for better and for worse. Add all the significance of all of our days, our crowning achievements and darkest moments, our great serendipities and frightful atrocities – add together their impact from east to west, from creation until the last stoke of your heart, and they cannot compare nor even gain hearing when compared with the day that changed everything: the day of Jesus’ birth.

He was born in troubled times to a peasant class of a conquered race. He came into a world dominated by a Roman Empire that sold all for glory and power, only to be crushed under the weight of her foolish purchase. At His birth he became a refugee. His childhood was spent in the unsophisticated trappings of village life. He came to a culture stripped of heroes. His homeland was tired from years of skirmish and war. Ethnicity set brutal boundaries. Religious leadership was corrupt and complacent. The Middle-East was a caldron ever threatening to boil over. Not much has changed since then in geo-political terms. We stand at the precipice of another war. The Middle-East becomes increasingly violent. Ethnicity continues to carve widening gaps. Cynicism is the one consistent product of our great and costly deliberative bodies. Knowledge multiplies at a staggering rate but wisdom hides in plain view. Negotiated treaties and accords change nothing, and yet Jesus’ birth changed everything.

He changed everything because His power did not flow out of vast holdings, terrible armaments, or political consensus. His power flowed out of pure love. In that alone, the world can offer nothing to compare. Search the modern motive from the halls of Congress to the inner circles of the United Nations and you won’t find the supreme motive of selfless love. John’s simple statement, “For God so loved the world,” sets Christ and His gospel apart from every philosophy, initiative, government, or creed. In his last days, Napoleon struggled to understand the nature of God’s power revealed in Christ. In exile he wrote, “Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne and myself have founded empires. Upon force we founded them, and they are gone. Jesus Christ alone has founded His Empire on love, and at this hour millions of men would die for Him whom they have never seen.” Love is power unequalled by bombs or bullets. Those who witnessed the moment of His birth witnessed the birthing of love, and love changes everything it touches.

He changed everything because He chose to come to earth and be “with us.” In so doing, He set Himself apart from every King and Ruler to rise since Adam left the Garden of Eden. Kings and Rulers set themselves apart, and above all others. The fight against all challengers to stand above all rivals. Though Jesus is above all powers and Kings, He went against the natural propensity to exclusiveness. Rather, He rushed to embrace the common man. His offer is truly unique among leaders. He offers every man and woman, boy and girl, the gift of intimacy. He came down from the throne room of heaven, investing every man with royalty and every child with hope. I would certainly be impressed should a United States President choose to come and visit me. But what if that President were to say, “I really enjoy being with you. As a matter of fact, I enjoy being here with you so much, I’m relocating so that we can be together every day.” That is what Jesus did when He made His entrance in Bethlehem. Earthly leaders ascend to seize power. Jesus descended to empower the least, the last, the lonely, the losers. Descending power is original with Jesus, and that kind of power changes everything it touches.

He changed everything because He did not institute a new state nor drive a revolution, and yet, “of His government there shall be no end.” He did not establish a Kingdom with walls and towers and moats and armies. His Kingdom was anchored in truth and planted deep within the hearts of ordinary people. His currency is faith. Truly, He stands apart from every leader, revolutionary, President, or King. He did not promote Himself, but gave all glory to the Father. He did not impose Himself, but staked His claim on love alone. He did not preserve Himself, but gave Himself freely for us all. He came like no other. He lived like no other. He loved like no other. He died like no other. He arose from the dead to blaze a trail beyond this world for everyone who believes in His name to follow. His revolution needs no seat of power here on earth because His Kingdom is ruled from heaven. Heaven is the home that He has promised to all who believe in His name.

He changed everything by giving everyone a life-guiding purpose; to know God, to make Him known, and to worship and enjoy Him forever. For thousands of years spent casting about for purpose, mankind has nothing to show. Philosophers are like dull witted children fishing in rain puddles, there is nothing there to be caught. In Christ we find mission and destiny in serving God and others. We find joy in His presence, strength in His Word, hope in His promises, peace in His providence, meaning in His will, glory in His triumph, and love that grows with every step we take with Him. Because He came down to a Bethlehem manger, we have a crystal clear sense of identity and destiny.

He changed everything by opening up a way to God. My heart goes out to prisoners, locked into miniaturized environments and dead routines. The prisoner lives in a world without a way. They are confined until parole or death. I can only imagine awakening every day to such a closed circle of existence. Such was the case of humankind until Jesus came. Trapped in a box canyon with no way out, history repeated itself until hope died and dreams were forgotten. We would still be living that way today if Christ had not come down to man. At Bethlehem, God opened a doorway through which all could escape the hopeless cycle of the imprisoned soul. The door remains open this Christmas season. All who believe in the Bethlehem miracle may enter.

The glory of Christmas is that it yet lives and gives today. He was born to a “no room” world. In Bethlehem, a manger and stable proved to be adequate. He comes to your heart today asking for more than just a corner; more than just a part – He asks for your all. When you give Him your heart, He will give you new life. When you give Him your burdens, He will give you His peace. When you give Him your trust, He will grant you His promises. When you give Him your life, He will give you forever.

A Few Questions on Christmas Eve

Will Bethlehem lie still tonight?
Will violence cease its bloody reign?
Will the shepherds’ hills harbor any good will?
Will peace on earth have a moment’s chance?

Will warring families put aside their malice?
Will crowded hearts prepare Him room?
Will hope be found this Christmas Eve?
Will wise men seek the source of life?

Will gifts remind us of God’s kindness?
Will lights recall that starry night?
Will commerce pause to give Him honor?
Will reverence overtake the rush?

Will Christ receive a gift of love?
Will worship crown our festive gathering?
Will Christ be seated at our feast?
Will Jesus name be glorified?

Will fathers read the Christmas story?
Will families bow in humble prayer?
Will children know true Christmas joy?
Will grace be given, valued… shared?

When all have opened all their gifts, will gratitude be found or lost?
Will angels hear an earthly chorus sing peace on earth goodwill to men?
And when the clock yet moves us forward, will we have given all our best,
to celebrate the One who gives us life, and joy, and hope, and rest?

A Few Thoughts About Joseph

Have you noticed that when you really want to keep something quiet, the information always seems to find its way to some mega-mouth with all the discretion of a five-year old child? Mary’s pregnancy was an issue that Joseph wanted to handle with gracious discretion. (Matthew 1:19) It’s tough to be discreet in a small town. Though he was comforted by angelic instruction, Joseph’s quiet life must have taken a stunning turn when Mary turned up pregnant. You can bet that Joseph and Mary were the talk of Nazareth for a while. To complicate matters, the Romans launched a census. This meant that Joseph would arrive at the ultimate family reunion in Bethlehem with Mary on the threshold of childbirth – so much for keeping things quiet! The journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem covered some seventy-five miles. One can only imagine the harsh difficulties that Joseph faced. He must have been quite a man. God chose him to be the protector of His only Son. His cameo appearance in the gospel stirs my curiosity. Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John could have told us more, but they were focused on revealing Jesus to the world not as the son of Joseph, but as the only begotten Son of God.

My Name is Lazarus

John 12:1 Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead.

It used to be that money mattered, schedules ruled, friendships languished, and days were taken for granted – as though life would never end. It used to be that my emotions followed my fortune, or my labors, or my family condition. I used to lay awake at night, my mind racing, my muscles knotted. I worried for my sisters. I worried for my friends. I worried over my future. I wrestled with my past. I planned and plotted and pushed and prodded to scrape a life out of a small town existence. I was both hunted and hunter, predator and prey – until my heart stopped beating in my mid-life race. How I was, and who I was, seem as ghostly apparitions to me now. I can never be the man I was, nor would I ever long for the life I left in the grave. Everything that ever weighed upon my mind; every slight that ever caused me pain; every moment spent in worry, I now regard as wasted time. It took a tomb to change my way of thinking. It took death to wake me up to life. I live each day free from all the things that used to dominate my life. There are just two things I would have you know; two things that really matter today. My name is Lazarus and I’m alive.

Cold Harbor

The tiny island of Grand Manan, just off the coast of New Brunswick retains a primitive, isolated feeling. Modern communications aside, a cold forbidding sea stands as a barrier crossed only by stout watercraft. The islanders eke out a living with a thin blend of tourism and natural resource. It’s a hard place . . . a place you might want to visit, but only for a day or two in the best part of the summer. Seventy-five years ago my grandparents moved to the island to plant a church. They lost an infant daughter along the way. We call it sudden infant death syndrome. They called it heartbreak. Recently, I stood on the dock overlooking that cold harbor, trying to imagine the incredible hardship my grandparents endured. Almost all evidence of their faithful labor is gone. A few lives were touched, and that at a tragic personal cost. The baby who died that winter is all but forgotten to the family – a footnote of suffering in a pioneer’s diary. Life moved on to happier times and places, but I can’t forget that a man and wife were willing to go to a place so desolate, to small, so unpromising, for the sake of God’s call. Their footprints have been largely erased by the sands of time, but before God, nothing is lost or forgotten. Success and glory so quickly fade, but nothing is lost or forgotten in heaven.

PRESSURE!!!

When Jesus said, “In the world you will have tribulation”, the greek word for tribulation was “thlipsis” meaning “to crush, press, squeeze, compress.” In no uncertain terms Jesus affirmed that life is pressure.

One need not look far in the cosmos to see that almost everything functions by pressure. My annual check-up centers on “pressures”. The weather centers on “pressure.” Culture functions on shifting “pressures”. I can’t walk, or ride, of eat, without applying “pressure.”

Every age has it’s relative “pressures” – not one is immune. When someone has carried pressure every day for a lifetime and is suddenly released through retirement, the end is measured by a loss of purpose, or even the loss of life itself.

Life is pressure, and we’re not well equipped to handle it. Thanks be to God that we have a ready Relief… an attentive Manager… an overcoming Helper who has overcome the whole World.

I can deal with the “pressure” because I have learned to “cast” my cares on Him. He doesn’t resent it – it is a sign of my faith in Him. He responds to my faith by letting some air out of the balloon that seems so ready to pop!

Pressure? Everybody’s got it. It doesn’t have to kill you, or crush you, or break you. There isn’t anything out there, high, or low, or no pressure that can harm you when your life is hidden in Him.

Out of Africa

After 22 hours of travel and six time zones, I’m home from Africa with mixed emotions. Our “One Hope” team is doing magnifcent work with students and teachers at the leadership academy at Shikhura Lodge. The day before I left (Wednesday) we had a significant breakthrough – a “God” moment that will be forever etched in my mind. Not wanting to “steal the thunder” of these wonderful servants of God returning next week, I’ll wait until our team report to share it. Suffice it to say, I have not seen anything like it in twenty short term missions experiences. It was similar to Acts 10:44. Hope you can be with us for the team report at Calvary, October 25.

Monday Wrap-Up South Africa

Our Calvary One Hope Team kicked off the Leadership Academy on Sunday evening with 24 students and 11 teachers chosen from across the region.

The students are given excellent small group instruction, team building skill development, and lots of love on the campus of one of South Africa’s premier game lodges.

The Shikharu and One Hope staffs are making this an incredible experience for these future leaders and for our team members also.

Jacques van Bommel, the director of Shikharu, has an incredible vision to impact the emerging generation.

Thanks to everyone who gave, and to prayer partners who stand with us daily. We can feel the power of your intercession.

While walking up a hill this afternoon, I came upon a disinterested giraffe… he was soon joined by two others… just when you think you’ve seen it all….

Until tomorrow, God rich blessings to you,
Pastor

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