Propaganda in the Public Schools

The following commentary is by a well known Christian broadcaster and former board member of the Religious Broadcasters Association, Janet Parshall.  More information is available about Mrs. Parshall at http://www.janetparshallcommentary.org/

October 19-26, 2011

Propaganda in the Public School

       The Gay, Lesbian, Straight Education Network of New York is sponsoring a day of propaganda and sadly, most parents don’t even know it is happening.
       The event is slated for November 8th and it’s tied into legislation signed into state law in New York last year. The law required all schools – K-12 - to implement what they identify as an all inclusive code of conduct and civility curricula. The law also required that all staff members undergo diversity and human relations training.
       There will be a variety of workshops offered to staff, among them are ones entitled “Bisexuality Explored” and another called “The Damage of Reparative Therapy.” Another workshop will examine how Biblical Scripture – in their words – promotes bigotry and discrimination. Tax payer funded workshops promoting hatred toward Christianity – and most people don’t even know this is happening!
       But the story doesn’t end there. On October 1st, GLSEN lead a discussion during a Union theological Seminary Conference that was designed to address issues in Catholic high schools. The conference was entitled “Pro-Queer life: Youth suicide Crisis, Catholic Education and the souls of LGBTQ People.”
       Invitations went out to multiple parochial high schools in New York. Recipients included teachers, students at the Union Theological seminary, theologians, writers and activists. The goal of the conference was to look at challenges facing LGBT students in Catholic schools and to look for solutions.
       An education manager at GLSEN, who travels all across the country to promote conferences like one at Union Theological, wanted the attendees to discuss the issues of harassment of gay students. The presenter alleged that the majority of religious schools where gay students were harassed were Catholic.
       But things got particularly interesting when attendees were encouraged to write messages to the absent high school students on a white cloth draped over a dining room table.
       Listen to some of the messages that were left: “Gay is a gift of God!” or “Jesus is moving in and for you in exactly the places of yourself that others reject or shame.” Another one said, “Look at history to understand sometimes people. e.g. homophobes have got it all wrong.” Or this one, “when considering the voice of the ‘church’ do not forget to listen to the most important one: the voice of the Christ within.”
       Here is where the Catholic Church and the Church universal is going to have to decide how it will handle this most contentious of issues. Either we love our young people enough to tell them the loving Truth articulated in the Word of God or we do what is politically correct and ‘pretend’ that somewhere along the line God changed His mind about sin.
       God’s word is ultimately very protective. Sex outside of marriage (marriage defined by Scripture as one man and one woman) is declared by God Himself as sin – and that is something the Church should neither facilitate nor celebrate.
       That’s my opinion. I’m Janet Parshall.

                       © 2011 The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago

Some of my personal testimony

(note: pictures used in this post are not mine. I have tried to locate open resource images. Ownership of these images can be located by right clicking on the image and clicking "properties" to find their information.)

This one could get a little bit interesting.

I grew up in the Episcopal Church, which is another name for the Church of England (Anglican Church) in the United States. I guess when you look at it...the Anglican Church was the State Church of early Great Britain, and so it was this church that the earliest settlers of the American colonies was fleeing. I know, an odd way of looking at it, but anyway...

I grew up in the Episcopal Church. At one point as a young teen, I had considered the Episcopal priesthood, as one of my favorite uncles, Uncle Al, is a priest (he has since retired, but once a priest, always a priest). I felt very comfortable in the Episcopal church, much like the Roman Catholic and Lutheran churchs, the worship service focused around litergy as a means of worship...singing hymns and anthems, reading passages of scripture and receiving the sacrement of communion...and of course sleeping through hearing a sermon by one of the priests of the church. It was comfortable, just about everyone I knew was in our church.

I had attended services in other churches. During my freshman year in college, I began meeting new friends. Friends who WEREN'T Episcopalians! This was all fine and good of course. I would go home on weekends (Ball State was among other nicknames called the "Suitcase College", because a good number of its students were from communities close enough that they'd go home on weekends...) and be back in my little safe zone.

I even had a response for those that asked me if I'd been "Saved"...I'd tell them, "Why yes I was, it was about 2,000 years ago..." From my experience, the Episcopal church's teaching doesn't so much focus on the personal relationship with the Lord, but rather to service to others by the body of the church--just my observation.

So anyway, I met friends of different faiths in college, I would go to some of their church services, and as often as not, they'd tag along with me to visit with my family on weekends and would come to church with us.

A funny brief story on that line...One of my college friends, Mark, was raised in the Friends Church--what is also called the Quakers (yeah, like the guy on the oatmeal boxes), and after having spent a weekend visiting with his family, a few weeks after, he came and visited with mine. That Sunday, Mark came with me to church at the Cathedral. After services, there was a coffee hour, a chance to fellowship with church friends before returning to that outside world.

Well, we were mingling with my friends, I was introducing Mark around, and just about every girl I would say hi to, would give me a big hug (and a couple of them a little peck ) and when I'd introduce them to Mark...well they'd give HIM a little squeeze as well! After we were back in the car and headed back to campus, I asked Mark what he thought about it. He asked me some questions about the service--which is VERY different from a Friend's meeting I had learned-- and then he asked me what I think had really been his biggest concern, he asked me, "Are the girls always that friendly??" I couldn't help but chuckle.

By the time I came through my Junior year at Ball State, I was a little more receptive of others speaking about their faith, and I acknowledged that maybe, just maybe the Episcopal church didn't have absolutely all the answers I was looking for. As God's timing would have it, it was also around that same time that I started dating a very wonderful woman. Very accepting, very loving, and very "Born Again" Those around here know her, she's my wife Beth. As boyfriends sometimes do, at her mother's invitation, I would visit with Beth's family on some weekends and go to church with them.

Mind you, I was used to church being...
Choirboys in robes..


Pipe organs..


and priests in vestments..



We went to Beth's family's church (First Assembly of God, Logansport IN) and found things like guitars, pianos and banjos and a set of drums!


and people raising their hands praising God!


And the other thing I found there...I could never find a good picture so I won't even try, but before I'd said a word to anyone, as I entered the sanctuary of that church, it was like stepping from a freezing cold blizzard into a house warmed by a roaring fire. The blizzard was forgotten and the warmth came straight to my bones. It was very different...but very much what I had needed but didn't realize.

So, in November of 1986, we were attending a dramatic performance at church. It was a play about what life would be like AFTER the Rapture...but this was NOT the 'Left Behind' books, but a similar concept. Church members played the parts of persecuted Christians as well as some really NASTY people who were hunting the Christians and the story told of the events of that time ... the gist of the play was how dire and necessary it was to make a decision to follow Jesus as your Lord and Savior NOW, while you still had the chance to MAKE a choice.

After the performance, the Pastor came to the front of the sanctuary and gave an explanation of what many of us know as the "Roman Road". How it is not by our own works that we get into Heaven, but it is by faith in Jesus, so that no man should boast...that it didn't happen 2000 years ago, that it is happening right NOW if you would choose to let God have control in your life. I was almost so much so aghast that it had been right there in front of me, that I sat there for a moment not knowing what to do. But God knew how to show me, the Pastor said, "Now with every head bowed, and every eye closed, I want you to consider what you've seen tonight. If the Rapture would occur now ... do you know where you would be? If you don't know I'd like for you to raise your hand, just for a moment, then I'll have you put your hand down..." I raised my hand.

The Pastor then explained that there were members of the church that would like an opportunity to pray with you (meaning ME), "And so again, with every eye closed, and heads bowed, if you would like to make a commitment to follow the Lord, to give your heart to Him, I will ask you to stand. Don't leave your seat, just stand up, and one of our church members will come and stand with you to pray with you." I stood. It may sound cliche' now, but my knees shook a little. I felt a hand upon my shoulder, and found that Kerry, the man who'd played the leader of the persecutors in the drama (and still in his frightful costume I might add!), was smiling at me. That evening, we prayed together...with Beth at my side and crying her eyes out, as I gave my heart to Jesus.

Life since then hasn't been perfect. As a dear friend once told me, "Watermelon still has seeds..." but by God's grace I am living my life to the best of my ability and in the love of my Lord!

Ockham's Razor

I have come to the conclusion that much of what I believe can be best described using the principle called Ockham's Razor which states:

… entities should not be multiplied needlessly. … that the simplest of two or more competing theories is preferable and that an explanation for unknown phenomena should first be attempted in terms of what is already known. Also called law of parsimony.

In simpler terms; the simplest explanation is (most often) the correct one.

For example: Evolutionary theory states that life on Earth formed originally when amino acids combined to form proteins, which in turn formed single cell organisms, which (I'm a little unclear on how here) joined to become larger and successively larger animals until finally life evolved into that which we know today. Compare this to the Bible:

Genesis 1:20-22: And God said, “Let the waters swarm with swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven. And God created the great sea monsters, and every creature that moveth, wherewith the waters swarmed, after their kind, and every bird after its kind.” And God saw that it was good. And God blessed them, saying, “Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let the birds multiply on the earth.”

Genesis 1:24, 25: And God said, “Let the earth bring forth living creatures after their kind, cattle and creeping things, and beasts of the earth after their kind …” And God saw that it was good.

(verses quoted from the American Standard Version, the ASV)

Let me answer a question with a question: Which would be easier to consider? That I took flour, egg, sugar, milk and a pinch of salt and made a cake by mixing the ingredients together in the right amounts and baking them in the oven; or that I dumped all the ingredients into a pan (no idea of how much of what) and stuck it into the oven … and expected it to evolve into a cake? If you picked the second option, the next time my wife and I come for dinner I'm bringing dessert because I don't think yours will turn out all that well.

Why?

This morning, our pastor was looking at the story of Lazarus.

John Chapter 11 tells the story. Lazarus was the brother of Mary and Martha. We've read of them before; Mary was the woman who anointed Jesus with perfume and wiped his feet with her hair. Her sister Martha I think was fairly well named. I could just imagine if they were living today, Martha's last name would probably be Stewart ... Always busy, making sure everything was set perfectly.

Well, Mary and Martha's brother Lazarus wasn't doing so well. In fact, he was dying. So Martha whips out her iParchment and texts Jesus a message:
THE 1 U LOVE IS SICK

But Jesus didn't seem too concerned. He stayed where he was another couple of days saying He's not going to die. This is all so God's glory can be seen. Well pretty much as he's saying this, Martha sends another text:
THE 1 U LOVE IS DEAD
CAN U DO FUNERAL?

By the time Jesus and his disciples had returned to Judea, Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days. Both Mary and Martha came to Jesus and said, "If you'd just been here, our brother wouldn't have died." Its about here that, if you ever have to memorize Bible verses, is the easiest verse to memorize: John 11:35: "Jesus wept." (its the same no matter which translation you're using!) The verse is also poignant in that its shortness speaks of the lack of need for additional description. Jesus wept. He wept because someone He loved was gone. He wept because Mary and Martha (and the other family members not named around them) were crying.

There was no doubt that Lazarus had actually died. He wasn't just asleep. In fact, he'd been gone so long that the odor of decomposition was strong. Or as Pastor Walt would say "for surely, he stinketh!" In fact, as Lazarus' body was bound for burial, it wasn't just that Jesus had to bring him back to life, he loosened the grave clothes so Lazarus could move.

But Jesus had men move the stone away from the grave, and after praying he shouted, Lazarus, COME FORTH! And Lazarus came out. I'm sure he might not exactly have smelled like Madagascar cinnamon, but he was alive after having been dead.

We all have days like Mary and Martha. We find ourselves in a situation, one that we clearly cannot get ourselves out of, and we wonder how on earth we could have gotten in this far over our heads.

Sometimes, God will give you a way to get through a situation without even knowing that its happening. Sometimes something will happen and you will finally realize that there's only one way OUT of those situations. Yes, Jesus could have simply spoken the word, and Lazarus would have gotten better (he did it for the centurion's servant after all...), but sometimes the things we can understand the least, the things we're absolutely powerless against, are the things God puts into our lives for us to have the chance to see His glory in our lives.

Carmen - "Lazarus"

One of the very few things I've ever done that I was ashamed of myself

Reposting this from Hatfield's little corner of the WWW, a blog I used to maintain on Crosswalk.com, a part of the Faith Community Network and Salem Web Networks. I have considered sharing this HERE on my Blogspot blog for a while, and have felt lead to do so today. The blog was originally written August 5, 2005, so tag 5 years onto any date references...

First a tiny bit of background information: One of the biggest things I like to do online is play online interactive games more commonly refered to as "MUDs" (Multiple User Devices), these games are text based (no gee-wizzy graphics like video games) and share many elements of Role Playing Games. You solve mysteries, fight bad guys and you also chat with people from all over the globe, much like we do here on FCN/Crosswalk. [and on Facebook and Blogspot...]

Shortly after we'd moved here to our present home, but before we had our own personal computers, we would go online from our local public library. One afternoon I was surfing around and came across a page listing free games for people to play online. Having played as much Solitaire and read as much email as were available to me, I checked out the webpage of a game (won't give the full name, for I wish them no ill will) with the initials TF.

Their introduction stated that they were an online adventuring game, and invited the reader in to explore and see how well they could survive and thrive! I logged on (this was THE first place I used the name "Hatfield" which I still use to this day), and after finding my footing I was pretty much hooked. There were things to explore, and lots of people to talk to. I learned that the hosting computer for this game was actually over in England, and as a result, the majority of the game's players were also english. But they didn't seem to mind a couple of Yanks coming around once in a while. And so I invited my wife to join me there(for her, that was also the first time she used the screen name of Scarlett)

Between the two of us, we explored, we solved puzzles and we just generally had a ball. After we'd been there for a while (most of a year as I recall it) we had many people on the game that we considered friends. One of MY friends was a 26 year old woman who lived in the UK. She was having relationship issues with her then-fiance and would seek my counsel on what she was supposed to do. I would suggest things like counseling and maybe spending some time OFF the computers with him and so forth, but after a time nothing seemed to work out with them, and since they weren't married, they ended their relationship.

Having to pause to think for a moment, this is the first time I've spoken of this in a forum that wasn't specifically just between myself and someone specifically being addressed.

We would talk about her issues, and sometimes about my life. I didn't see myself as having any issues, but she encouraged me to speak when I had something on my mind.

This woman and I became closer and closer 'friends', to the point that I felt I needed to hide my feelings about HER from my wife Beth. This woman and I would correspond via email, or we'd visit while on this game (one advantage of her being 6 hours ahead of me, on days I was off work, she would be home AFTER work during her evening hours.) Our relationship developed to the point that while there were miles separating us, we were for all intents having an affair.

I'm not proud of it now, and if there were any way I could make that bit of time just go away, I would do it. It almost cost my wife and I our marriage.

Here on THIS side of the CRT, I had pretty much shut down emotionally. We would go to church, not because I wanted to worship the King of kings. I still felt that so long as I was married, that I needed to take care of my wife. She wanted to go to church, we went. At the end of every service, our pastor would give an altar call, every service, I would remain seated but Beth would go forward to pray for us.

After a time, the woman in England ended our 'relationship' because she'd met someone locally, and to be frankly honest about it, her new boyfriend was THERE, and I was HERE...with very little chance of getting over THERE any time soon. I cried.

A few months later I started the same cycle all over again, THIS time with a woman in California. Same stuff, different place...But Beth KEPT praying for me. Almost another full year later, as I was being the dutiful husband yet again, we were in Church, Beth was at the altar praying for me--her worthless no-good cheating husband, and I was just sitting in my seat.

A voice spoke in my ear. I looked around, but there was no one standing close enough to have spoken this clearly.

You have not loved Me as you've loved your self,
and you have not honored your marriage as I have commanded you to do.

I knew I still had issues, but it was as if the scales fell from my eyes and I understood not only what I had been doing wrong, but I understood how it was crushing my wife's heart. I broke down in tears like I have never cried before. Snot all down the face, scarlet red cheeks--only holding back the hollering by a force of will crying. I walked up beside Beth at the rail, and knelt beside her, and begged her to forgive me for the garbage I'd put her through. She held me in her arms while I cried, adding her tears to my own.

We agreed that we needed to seek counseling with a Christian counselor. And we attended sessions with a wonderful man for the better part of 6 months. At the time however, our finances were a bit tight and we almost wound up losing our house! So we had to stop counseling, but I think we got the basic message that we needed...that's been almost 5 years ago I think. And I thank God for my Beth every day!

To you dear reader,
If you and your spouse are having troubles, even if you're NOT having the same sort of experience we had, seek counseling; preferably with a Christian Counselor (your pastor/minister/priest should be able to refer you to someone in your area) Marriage is like a garden. When the weeds come--and trust me they will-- you don't till the whole garden under, you pull the weeds. Work with your spouse. Pray for them daily and even when you might not feel like it, tell them how much they mean to you and how much you love them. The time will come when you WILL mean it, and you WILL feel like it.

I will hold you in my prayers.
-R

What I believe

In “Why I believe”, I explained my reasons for why I accept the authority of the teachings of the Old and New Testaments (the combined work that Christians refer to as “The Bible”).

Today I would like to look at what I believe.

First, let me take a look at the leaders of some of the other faiths that are out there:

The Prophet Muhammad, founder of Islam: Born in the Arabic city of Mecca in 570 AD. At the age of 40, he received a revelation. Teaching this revelation, his followers believed that it was through the works of service performed for God that one might achieve salvation (and with it, entry into paradise upon your death). Muhammad's teachings are the basis of the Qur'an, Islam's scriptures. On June 8, 632 AD, Muhammad died in the city of Medina, and is buried there.

Siddhartha Gautama, also known as the Buddha (in Sanskrit, “The Awakened One”): Gautama was born, according to the most commonly accepted references, in 563 BC in the town of Lumbini. He was raised in Kapilavastu, both of which are in present day Nepal. Depending upon who's information you read, Gautama's family was either nobility or was aristocratic. Either way, his father did not wish for his son to see the reality of how harsh the world was, and so forbade his son to ever leave their estate. Unbeknownst to his father, Gautama had secretly been taking trips out into the towns and countryside. It was during those journeys that he learned exactly what his father had tried to hide from him. That there is suffering and pain in the world. Leaving his father's home, Gautama set out on a pilgrimage to find a means to end suffering in life. Following the teachings of several sects of his day however, Gautama never found the answer that he sought. Finally, he found his enlightenment in what is now known as the Eight Fold Path. Through eight disciplines, each achieved in succession, one was supposed to find a means to become “one” with all of life, and in so doing find an end to suffering. After years traveling throughout the northern Indian continent, Gautama died at the age of 80 (483 BC) in Kushinagar, India.

The faith of Hinduism does not really have a religious founder per se', but is a belief system with many forms. One of the tenets of Hinduism is the concept known as Karma. In a nutshell, Karma teaches that the amount of good works (or bad works) you do in this life determines what your life will be like in the next life. That when your body dies, your essence is reborn to live another life. If you've lived a good life, your next life will be a better one. IE: If you are a poor man, but live a good life, you might be reincarnated as a rich man, or at least a not-so-poor one. If you are a poor man, and live a bad life, you could well be reincarnated as an animal... or a rock.

All of these faiths rely on the works that you do in order to achieve salvation/paradise/Nirvana. What else did these leaders all have in common? They died. You can go to their tomb and see that their remains are still there. But there is one tomb that you can go to that is empty! In Matthew's Gospel we read that on the third day after Jesus was crucified, the two Marys went to the tomb. When they arrived, the stone had been rolled away from the tomb. Lets look at what it says in Matthew 28:5-10:

(5)The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. (6) He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. (7) Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
(8) So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. (9) Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. (10) Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me."

(New International Version)

If you've seen the motion picture The Passion of the Christ directed by actor Mel Gibson, you will likely have be repulsed by the brutality with which Jesus was beaten prior to his execution. You will see the excruciating pain which he endured, all the way to having a spear thrust up into his side to assure his death. There is no doubt about the fact that Jesus did die from the injuries inflicted upon him by the Roman soldiers. And yet … Jesus' tomb is empty!

All four of the Gospel accounts tell us that Jesus proclaimed time and again that it is through faith in Him that we might be saved. Not from how many prayers we pray, not from the amount of good works we might do in our lives, but simply by taking responsibility for our own lives, admitting that we are sinners and want to accept that Jesus is the only way to be forgiven of that sin. Once you have made this confession, unfortunately, this will not mean that your life will suddenly turn out perfect. As a minister in my youth once put it, “Watermelon still has seeds ...”

Clearly, this is not a subject that can be covered with any sort of competence in one blog post. I am no theologian, but I will be sharing my thoughts and what I have learned in the coming weeks and months. I hope we can all learn something from these posts.

In His Service,
Ron Stone

I'm Reading More And Dusting Less (shared from a friend)

I'd actually read this originally when a friend had emailed it to me a couple of years ago, but a friend recently reposted this in their blog. I enjoyed it so much originally that I thought to share it as well. Originally, it came from Mikey's Funnies, a Christian email group.

I'm Reading More And Dusting Less

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip.

It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion."

He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me.

"Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."

I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.

I'm reading more and dusting less.

I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event--such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary.

If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food.

I'm guessing--

I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with--someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write--one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God.

Enjoy today's gift~

Laura

Why I Believe

During the process of working on my NaNoWriMo project for this year, I
had asked my Senior Pastor a question that one of my characters poses to a
minister in my story. Long and short of the question was: Why do we
believe?

The following is excerpted from his answer:

As you know, we live in a world that would lead us to believe that all
religions lead to the same place. Many would insist that it doesn't matter
what you believe because ultimately, we all die and go to heaven (90% of
Americans believe this). However, my observation is that many of our
mainstream institutions of higher education speak out of both sides of
their mouths. At the same time they teach that all roads lead to God --
they often offer a disclaimer in regard to Christianity. They warn about
the close-minded teachings of the Bible... after all, it has so many errors
and contradictions and focuses too much on the supernatural... in short,
the Bible is not something intellectual people can place [their] faith in.
I would disagree wholeheartedly!

Peculiar: Over 1/3 of the world has based their eternity on the Bible.
Are we all so shallow? Or is there a vacuum in my life that all the
relationships, money, prestige, etc cannot fill but the love of Jesus can?

How is it that the Bible can be so easily discredited by so-called
intellectuals... and yet millions are reading it and following the
teachings of Jesus Christ? Could it be that Rick Warren's quote is true?
”Some people are so open-minded that their brains fall out.”

In a court of law, we are not required to prove that something actually
took place. It is impossible to prove that anything in history has taken
place. Instead, we must look at the past through the eyes of reliable
witnesses and evidence on-hand. These witnesses must simply prove beyond a
reasonable doubt that the evidence is legitimate. With this in mind, let us
take a look at the first 4 books in the New Testament -- Matthew, Mark,
Luke and John, and let us consider if these eye-witnesses to the life of
Jesus Christ are indeed reliable testimonies (records) of someone/something
that actually happened in history just over 2,000 years ago.

I would argue that the Gospels are a reliable record of actual events
and actual conversation. If this is true, then what the Bible says about
Jesus is true. If what the Bible says about Jesus is true, then in fact, He
must be the Son of God based upon the claims He made, the miracles He
performed, and the fact that he was crucified on a cross and later He
raised from the dead. If all of this is true, then what Jesus said about
the rest of the Bible and God must be true as well.

Although this may be considered simple from our intellectual friends,
we have a choice to make. We can put our trust in a man with a PhD or we
can put our trust in the man who healed the sick, raised the dead, and
predicted his own death and resurrection. (For me personally, I think I'll
go with the guy who raised from the dead.)

Serious Question: Can we trust what these books say about Jesus?

Lesson from History: Whenever we talk about historical events, we
cannot prove what has happened in the past, it is not a matter of proving,
it is a matter of looking at the evidence. Like in the courtroom
illustration given earlier, you present evidence and the jury uses that
evidence to come to a conclusion. So, whenever we look at the past, we must
ask what the evidence is pointing toward. (The trustworthiness of any
account is based on the reliability of evidence, not the proof.)

Illustration: One of my coworkers comes up to me and tells me they had
attended my church's Christmas Pageant. I tell him that I didn't see him
there, so he wasn't there. He shows me the bulletin from the program, but
he could have swiped that before or after the fact. “I have the recorded CD
of the pastor's message.” (still doesn't prove anything, that wasn't
available till after) “I saw your friend Spencer, he will tell you I was there!” (he could have asked Spencer to lie about it)

Science reminds us that you can only prove what is observable and
repeatable. You cannot observe what has happened in the past so you make
decisions based upon the evidence available to you in the present.

The second step in proving the reliability of history: When drawing
conclusions about evidence, probability takes precedence over possibility
(We must look at what is most probable -vs- what is possible.)

Back to our illustration: My coworker could have stolen or forged one
of the church's bulletins. He could have stolen the pastor's CD. He could
have even convinced my friend Spencer to lie for him. These things are
indeed possible. But what is probable, is that my coworker was at church
for the Paegent.

This might be why in legal terms we speak of Probable Cause rather than
Possible Cause.

Another Illustration: You are sitting at a stoplight, when a car behind
you locks on his brakes and slams into the back of your car. The front of
his car has wedged under the back of yours, lifting your rear wheels off
the pavement.

The police come. The man driving the second car claims that you
suddenly put your car into reverse and backed into him! True, this is
possible. It is also possible that a helicopter with a giant magnet flew
overhead, picked up your car and dropped it on top of the other car!
Now, in light of the evidence presented (skid marks matching his car,
no skid marks matching yours, your car on top of his ...)what is the
PROBABLE cause of the accident? (I'd say the other driver didn't use his
brakes soon enough and wound up underneath your car)

As I stated earlier, you can not prove anything from history, simply because proof is a term used in science and math for things that you can observe the result and repeat the action getting the same result.

Example: My friend Mr. Van Ostrand likes to take small chips of dry ice and put them with a small amount of water into a closed two liter soda pop
bottle. He observed that doing so creates carbon dioxide gas. He also
observed that doing so inside of a closed two liter bottle will create
enough pressure inside the bottle that within a few minutes the bottle
explodes!

Mr. Van Ostrand explained to me what he did, what he observed and how I
could duplicate his experiment. From Mr. Van Ostrand's experience I not only got a wonderful lesson about the explosive pressure that can be created by
carbon dioxide, but also a good lesson in safety practices and how to keep
from blowing a finger off. (drop the bottle and get AWAY)

History cannot be proven because it cannot be duplicated.

Like the court of law, we must rely on determining which resources are
the most trustworthy. The question then is, how do you determine whether an
ancient manuscript is trustworthy?

1. You look at the actual manuscript, determine its date of writing and
how widely it was distributed (how many copies are there)

2. What do you know about the author of the manuscript? (is this person
reliable, do they have a motive for their writings, were they paid by
someone to write it, etc)

Most of us during our High School education had the joy(??) of studying
Ancient Roman History. You will have likely read something that sounded a
bit like this:

Caesar realized that he could not win power without a royal army, so he made himself pro-council of Gall, a region of present-day France. In his 10 years as pro-council, Caesar brought all of Gall under Roman rule and showed his superior ability as a military leader. Caesar issued written reports about his campaigns and victories to keep the people of Rome informed. Students of Latin can still read these clearly detailed reports in what is known as the Gallic Wars

Where did the textbook get these details?

(story continues)

Pompey meanwhile grew jealous of Caesar's rising fame. To head off his rival, Pompey made himself sole pro-council. Then he persuaded the senate to order Caesar to return to Rome without his army.

Where did they get their information?

Answer: From ancient manuscripts.


Many High School history texts refer to the Gallic Wars. It is
interesting to me that this work is a manuscript with only ten known copies
to exist, and the author was hired (and presumably paid) by the emperor to
write a history about him! (can you see where there might be a just a
little narcissistic favoritism going on here?) Also, of the ten copies, the
earliest copy is from around 900 AD!

Question: Would you expect Rome to keep a good record of history? Would
you expect those records to be preserved? Would you expect these documents
would be considered so valuable to the empire that they would do all they
could to preserve them?

Question: Would you expect anyone to keep such detailed records and
protect with any measurable quality the writings about a common man from
Galilee, a carpenter's son? He didn't lead any campaigns, he didn't write
anything, and yet there are four detailed accounts of his life.

Reality: We have more written records about the life of Jesus Christ
than we have about the Roman emperors of his day!

Roman history is based on a few copies of records nearly 900 years old.

The Gospel manuscripts (unlike the Gallic Wars) we don't have ten
copies -- we have hundreds of copies!! Some of the earliest pieces of the
Gospel writings do not come from 900 years after the fact, they come from
within the lifetimes of people who were THERE. (some from as little as 10
years after Jesus' death)

Why in the world would there be such emphasis on the life of one Jewish
carpenter? Even if he was a fake, even if he was a rebel, even if he was a
prophet ... why in the world would there be such desire for detailed
information about a three year span of one man's life?

These records have survived through the ages, not because of Roman
protection, but because of its historical value.

A critic might ask: But aren't those copies of copies? What about the
mistakes and errors that would come from copying these manuscripts?

Good news: Unlike secular history (if only there was the documentation
for any other time in ancient history like there is for the time of the
Gospels!), there are amazingly few discrepancies in the Gospel accounts.
True, there are some differences, but few discrepancies.

Pastor Walt teaches that in Bible College, an example of the
differences that you might face as a student learning Textual Criticism are
things such as:

[in] the Bisintine manuscripts, the text says 'spirit' while the Western manuscripts say 'Holy Spirit'. Which one did the author intend? This is one of the toughest areas to have to face in Textual Criticism!

Reality: If you were to take a letter and copy it, you might make a
mistake, maybe transpoes a letter, but by the end of the day you've not
changed the meaning of the letter. It doesn't suddenly mean something else
entirely. And if it did, wouldn't you dispose of it?

Using an example I read somewhere, let us say that you were to receive
an letter from a reliable source. Maybe Western Union comes to your door
with a telegram (I know, I don't think they still DO telegrams, but for the
sake of my example ... lets assume they do!) The telegram informs you:
You haew von a milion dolars.

The sentence has 23 letters and four misspellings. There are plenty of
errors there. But I bet you could figure out what you needed to do next
don't you? Hope they sent directions to pick up your check!

The Western Union people could have likely had several people copy your
message. But by the end of the day, it doesn't change the meaning of what
is said. In that sentence, errors make up just over 13% of the total
message. But you still understand what it is telling you. You can go to a
bookstore and purchase a Greek New Testament. The footnotes will give you
all the variant readings (singular -vs- plural, etc but nothing significant
in regards to either history or theology)

Because of the volume of copies available, it is very easy to check
from one to another to find where errors may have occurred in the
duplication process and errors could be weeded out.

The thing is, if it is that obvious that the Gospel manuscripts are
accurate, why don't secular historians use them as a historical reference?
If they were recorded by more reliable sources, been more widely
distributed and more accurate, surely they would be invaluable as a
reference tool?

Problem: There is a prejudice against things that are supernatural.
Historians give little or no credit for things that happen by means they
cannot either comprehend or explain. Without my faith, I would find it hard
to believe that a man could walk on water. It would be nearly impossible to
conceive that a multitude of over 5,000 people could be fed on the contents
of a little boy's lunch pail -- and have baskets full of leftovers after
the fact!
The blind are cured of their blindness?
The lame are told to get up and walk?
The dead are brought back to life?
All four of the Gospel manuscripts give credence to such supernatural
acts, and so secular historians cannot trust them.

This however, is not a problem with the Gospels. It is a problem with
our society's orientation. I admit, I've never seen a blind person's eyes
being cleared after having mud rubbed in them and a command to go and wash. I've not seen a man walk across the waves of a sea without even getting the hem of his garments wet. My Mom, nor my Grandma or anyone else I know hasn't seen it happen. The secular historian would surmise that if it cannot happen in the present day, it could not have happened in the past. I on the other hand would surmise that if the man who walked on water was also the man who told the lame to walk and made the blind to see, and told the dead man to Come Forth! then maybe it wasn't something wrong with the accuracy of the manuscripts. Maybe it was something right about the man who proclaimed to one and all that He was the only son of the Living God.

I've not seen these miracles performed. But I know a man who has fallen
from the roof of a five story building. The doctors told his wife to gather
his family and make sure his affairs were in order, because there was
little hope of his surviving the night. With nearly every bone in his body
broken, several organs injured and his head swollen as large as the pillow
it rested upon. His family gathered and the word went out to their
community ... Pray. The man not only survived. He was in church less than
nine days later giving praise to the King of kings and Lord of lords who
had given his life back to him! He wasn't rolled out on a gurney. He wasn't
wheeled out in a wheelchair. He walked out of the hospital and straight to
the church he and his wife were attending. I have not only met this man. He
is my Pastor, mentor and I am blessed to consider him a personal friend.
Walt Weaver.

Question: Why would you take the word of someone who was paid by a
Roman emperor and who wrote history for that emperor over the record of the
Gospels? Tasadus was a fine historian. But Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
each died a martyr's death because of their witness and what they had
written. Even under the threat of being martyred, ten of eleven disciples
were willing to die for what is recorded in these manuscripts. But
so-called intellectuals would tell us that these Gospels cannot be trusted
because the writers experienced and believed in the supernatural?

To reject the Gospels is comparable to saying, "I don't believe the
Holocaust happened." Even though we have pictures, witnesses, written
records and even still a couple of survivors. It is hard to believe that
people could have that sort of hatred of someone. I have never experienced
that sort of hatred of someone simply because of their ethnicity or
beliefs. My family has never experienced that sort of hatred. But sadly, we
know it has happened and we weep for those who died.

I guess I will simply conclude that the world will tell you their
reasons why they do not accept the witness of the Gospel manuscripts. They
will tell you that any reasonable thinking person cannot believe in fairy
stories. But I will tell you that these aren't fairy stories. That the
supernatural is actually quite natural. And history has shown us that there
is a man who died so that we might live. You can read about it if you want
to.

Who's In Charge Here??

Have you ever noticed there are times in life when you just can't seem to get ahead? Bills threaten to drown you, your car needs more work than its worth and you just can't seem to catch a break at work.

I mean, goodness knows you're trying! You're cranking everything you have into doing your job, you're doing everything you can at home to make sure that the house is clean, the yard looks just right (wouldn't want to upset those neighbors with a seedy yard now would you?), and you're running around like a chicken with its head cut off because everything and everyone seems to be counting on you and the world will just spin off its axis if you even stop moving for five minutes!

My Pastor calls this Living Without Margins. Like when you're driving down the interstate and there's a construction zone with barricades and the flashing yellow lights to one side, a speeding semi-truck on the other and you're driving fast to keep the guy behind you from hitting you. You feel like there are just inches between you and the barricades ... and the truck ... and the guy behind you. You have no margin. If there's an unseen bump in the road, or if that semi moves even an inch closer ... POW! you're either off the road, or under the truck or smashed into that idiot behind you.

All of a sudden, where ever it is you were going -- that all important task that you were needing to do -- doesn't seem all that important does it?

Many people, including many Christians, live their lives like they are the ones completely responsible for getting everything done. For making enough money to pay all the bills and get your family all those things they feel they just have to have. The thing is, God already owns it all. He has simply blessed us with the ability to use some of it for us to live on.

There's a little boy who gets a weekly allowance of $1. (yeah, I know ... $1 isn't much in today's currency. Bear with me, this is one of those parable things Jesus used to teach, Okay?) His parents wanted to teach him to tithe and to save. So rather than giving him his allowance as a $1 bill, they gave him ten dimes. Each week, he took one dime with him to church and put it in the offering, he put a second dime into his piggy bank, and he could do what he wanted with the other eight dimes! He thought this was pretty cool! He had eight dimes. He could buy candy with them if he wanted to, or a toy or, well, whatever he wanted. He was rich! WHEEEEEEEEEE!!

As the boy grew up, his parents increased his allowance. Even though the boy had more money, his parents made sure that he still put 10% in the offering for his tithe, and 10% into his savings. (Granted, by now Mr. Piggy wasn't quite up to the task, so Mom had taken him to the local bank and opened a savings account) But he still had 80% of his money for what he wanted to do with it.

Then the boy was old enough that his parents decided that rather than giving him an allowance, they would allow him to get himself an after-school job. Each week, the boy would bring home his pay check and with his parents instruction he opened a checking account. So the pay check went into the checking account, the boy wrote a check for his tithe and he put 10% into his savings.

The boy grows some more, and is now a young man. Like most young men, he sees things he'd like to have. He is also gaining more financial responsibilities. His after-school job lead him to his career and he is out on his own.

Daily life gets a little stressful, but the boy young man continues as he was raised, he tithes and he saves, and lives on the remaining 80%. Yeah, there are times when things get a little stressful. It would be nice to have just a little bit more money. So, one day when the young man is making a choice about spending money he thinks, "Well, Pastor says that God owns the cattle on a thousand hills, He doesn't need MY money." and he starts using his tithe money for other things. But he still puts money into his savings, because you never know when you'll need that for something like an emergency.

Time passes. The young man takes on more and more responsibilities in his work. He meets a wonderful woman and they get married. Now there are more bills, and there's a mortgage payment and there are expenses that he'd never had before. More and more, the man is putting less and less into that savings account. His tithe? He's not tithed in years.

I'm not telling you this story to say that people who don't tithe and who don't save are evil. I'll fully admit that there are times when my own tithe doesn't make it to the offering and the only reason I save regularly is that wonderful invention called "payroll deduction". But let us all consider: Part of the reason God wants us to tithe, aside from that money being used to further His kingdom, is because it teaches us to live with margin. To put our priorities on something other than ourselves.

Malachi 3:10 teaches us that God wants us to let Him show us how He will bless us!

Malachi 3:10"Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it."

Now, let me be clear here. I am not speaking of what is called the "prosperity gospel", where if you give God your 10%, He'll give you a trunk full of cash. I'll be honest, to me that is nothing more than white-washed greed trying to pass itself off as righteousness.

What I am talking about is the fact that God will bless your life in ways you've never considered possible. Some of it will be financial. But most of it will be little things (the roast you needed for your groceries was on sale for an absurdly low price or just finding a good parking spot or someone actually offering to hold a door when you've got your hands full).

Too many times in our lives, we feel like we are the ones making all the decisions, and everything has to be done a particular way. But let me remind you (and me), the one who is in charge has been around a whole LOT longer than we have. And He'll be around a LONG time after we've left this earth to join Him in heaven.

How about the implications of a dualistic versus and hierarchical universe?

It all started with one of those comments you post on Facebook:

I wrote:Ron is pondering his next blog post. Any thoughts on what you'd like to pick my brain about? (fair warning, be careful what you ask for I just might write it!)

My friend Carl replied:How about the implications of a dualistic versus and hierarchical universe?

I don't think Carl thought I'd do it ... but here goes:

Readers Digest version of what Carl is talking about:

The following is quoted from Kheper.net:

Dualism assumes the existence of two distinct principles of being in the universe: spirit and matter, or soul and body. This was the basic understanding behind the teachings of Plato, according to which the physical world of sense phenomena is but a poor reflection or image of the true spiritual world; sense things being mere shadows of the eternal spiritual things or "Ideas". The goal of the philosopher was thus the elevation of consciousness, and the contemplation of these pure spiritual forms. Hence philosophy in its origin was a much more mystical or spiritual thing than it is today

Descartes Mind-Body Dualism in the current philosophical understanding of the term originates from one man, the seventeenth century French philosopher Rene Descartes. It was Descartes who gave the world that much quoted utterance "I think, therefore I am". He was also the one who popularised the idea of reality as a dichotomy of matter (extended or spatial substance) and spirit (thinking substance, including God). This form of mind-body dualism became known as "Cartesian Dualism", after the Latin pronunciation of Descartes (Cartes)

Translation: Dualism is the view of the universe (you, me, humanity, the cosmos and everything that can be found within it) that we are made up of the "spiritual" and the "physical." This view, while in some regards CAN include some tenets of Christian theology (God is after all spiritual, but he is also physical, in the form of Jesus) I personally feel the Dualistic view is much too broad and intended to offer the option of "God as you understand him", be it Hindu, Bhuddist, Muslim, Taoist, Wiccan, Celtic or Native American. We can all agree that there is the physical universe, its the spiritual aspect which the Christian needs to understand more clearly.

This next quotation is taken from the website of the Armagh Observatory which was founded in 1790. It is taken from a lecture by noted astronomer Ernst J. Öpik.

I intend to say a few words about communication and isolation in our hierarchical universe. Hierarchic means that the universe is built in stages; various solid bodies, the planets, the quite solid suns. Then the solar systems are joined into stellar systems, stellar systems make up galaxies and so forth, and this happens by interposition of so-called "empty space" - actually a background space which may, or may not, be filled uniformly with something else. Because interposition of this space. To the layman the strange thing is that higher order systems are always of lower density. It is self evident that it must be this because we put nothing in between. And this goes on from stage to stage and the big question, not solved yet, is "where does it end?"

I think, though he doesn't mention it in the text of this article, while Professor Öpik speaks of the building blocks of the larger universe, that the theory holds true when you turn away from the telescope and turn to the microscope, that our world is made up of building blocks as well, just much smaller ones.

The feel however, that I got from both pieces was an exclusion of the (pardon the PC terminology) an Intelligent Creator. To me, it feels a bit like "Well, we've got this all figured out how we think it should be, but what do we do with this extra bit? This IC? Trim it off? Right-O!" And off God goes to the scrap heap.

True, the Dualistic view does allow for something greater than ourselves, but it still leaves soooooooo many questions unanswered, while at the same time giving so many answers without asking questions about where they came from.

The point I want you, my friend, to take away from this is: Yes, the universe has a spiritual as well as a physical aspect. The physical, we see around us every day. We can see the spiritual as well, but we need to understand what that spiritual aspect is. And for those of you that know me, I think you know where I'm going with this, but I will say it anyway.

This spiritual aspect of which I speak, the Intelligent Creator, the "thinking substance", the King of kings and Lord of lords are all one and the same. It was God who created the building blocks of the hierarchical universe, and it was God who made us both physical and spiritual, and He did this all for His glory.

The Difference Between Dog Theology and Cat Theology

I'm sure you've likely heard the joke:

Question: What is the difference between a dog's theology and a cat's theology?

Answer: A dog perceives that you are the one who feeds them, takes care of them, grooms them and gives them a home, so they believe that you must be god! A cat on the other hand, sees that you feed them, take care of them, groom them and give them a home ... because THEY must be god.

Yes, my friends will see that this is indeed a joke in line with my taste in jokes. But for me, this one goes a bit deeper.

The dogs are those who completely trust that what you tell them is truth. This is how we should be!

[Jesus said to his disciples] "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me." John 14:1

I know, there are times when its mighty hard to trust in someone you don't see standing right in front of you, here in this place we mistakenly call "reality". Those of you with dogs, have you ever noticed how without seeing you coming, they know that you ARE coming? My wife and I have a dog named Rosie. Rosie isn't exactly the sharpest crayon in the doggy crayola box.

She is strong however. In the ten years we've owned Rosie, she's broken two chains and slipped out of her collar so many times I can't recall. If she does this during the day when I'm at work, when I come home in the evening, she's sitting at the end of our driveway waiting for me. If she does this in the night when we're sleeping, when I come out in the morning to feed her, she's sitting at the front door looking up like "Here I am! Ready to face the day!" I finally bought a chain that can also be used for things like towing cars and a collar I'm fairly sure could double as a safety harness for circus performers, so Rosie hasn't slipped out of these ... yet. (I would have included a .jpg of the wiley beast, but I realized that I don't have that one in my photobucket account)

Rosie also likes to do something I find interesting. I'll come out to feed her, I'll put the food and water in their respective dishes, and I'll move out of the way so she can get to them. But, Rosie won't go to her food until I have taken a moment to pet her. So, I'll give her ears a tossing and pat her sides, and she'll be happy as a clam and turn to her food. This only proves a problem when its wet out and I'm in my work clothes. I've had a couple of occasions where an overly joyful dog has forced a wardrobe change.

Cats on the other hand, are in it for what they get out of it. So, if you're going to witness to someone who is cat-like, you need to show them the value of what you are offering.

"In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you....And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am." John 14:2,3

Not just that God will provide a place for us, but that He loves us so much that he wants to!

Growing up, my Mom had a small menagerie of cats. At one point, we had ten of the furry critters living in our house. One of the oldest cats was an old tom Mom had named Sam. Mom had found Sam in downtown Indianapolis one evening as she was getting off work. Back in that day, there were very few residential buildings in downtown Indy. So it was not a question that this dark gray ball of fuzz, who at the time was a barely weened kitten, was most likely abandoned by someone.

Now Mom used to ride the bus to and from work, and it was against their regulations for you to bring any pets on board. Thankfully, my Mother was the sort of woman who carried a purse that you could feed third world nations out of. Mom decided she would simply slip the kitten inside her purse and pray that it would stay quiet for the 40 minute ride home. As if he understood what was going on, as soon as Mom put Sam in her purse, he settled right in. In amongst Mom's make-up, tissues, and sundry purse stuff, little Sam wrapped himself into a little ball and went fast to sleep.

Once Mom had Sam home however, there were issues. Sam was a small kitten, and Mom had two other cats (Foggy and Mittens) and a big slobbery cocker spaniel. (yeah I know, cockers are small dogs ... but to Sam, Godfrey was HUGE) So, Sam would hide under the kitchen sink. It took weeks for Mom to coax Sam out to eat food. But with time, Sam came out. Because my Mom showed Sam that all she wanted to do was to love him (granted, the dog would always be a problem, but Sam learned many tricks to deal with Godfrey).

So this is how we all are with God. We're either dogs who immediately accept the love of our Father, or we're cats who need to be shown God's love in such a way, that we're willing to trust Him, no matter how loud the dog's barking in the other room.

On the death of Martin Bell

It is with deep sadness that I mark the passing of a dear family friend, Fr. Martin Bell. Fr. Bell was an Episcopal priest (as well as author, musician and even a former private investigator!) who passed through my family's life when I was a boy.

Martin showed me that some things were not always as they appeared. In the mid 1970's and early 1980's, when every Episcopal priest I knew was fairly conservative, Martin always seemed to have a more relaxed attitude. His was the first church service I'd attended where an instrument OTHER than an organ was used in the service, he played guitar, along with his son Mark -- and quite well I might add!

It is from one of Martin's stories that I have taken my online persona of Hatfield. The Legend of Hatfield tells the story of a martial arts master and his trials against Jennings and his minions. To me, the story is an allegory of the Christian's walk, and our trials against Satan and his minions. The story also depicts God as a great silver wolf whom Hatfield is in the process of seeking. Hatfield learns that finding God is not a destination in itself, it is how we live our lives ... and God then finds US.

Rest in Peace my dear friend. And say Hello to the Wolf for me!

Belief + Choice = Situation

There are times in all of our lives when we make bad choices. Invariably, these choices are based in our beliefs, and the two affect our situation.

Not sure what I mean? I'm sure we all know someone like "Walter". Walter finds the woman of his dreams, and he's so excited to have her in his life that he up and marries her at the first chance he gets! They run off to Vegas and get a quickie wedding at one of those cheesy drive-through chapels and go off to live their life of marital bliss. The problem is, apparently his happy bride isn't quite all that happy for some reason Walter cannot figure out. They fight about the same things Walter fought about with his last wife, and so (not so surprisingly) Walter decides that it just wasn't meant to be and he divorces her.

Walter seems to think that if he can find just the perfect woman to marry, that he will be happy. There's only one real problem with Walter's thinking. Yes ladies, I can hear you all the way over here ... Walter is still in the marriage!

Walter is making choices thinking that that alone will affect his situation. Every time he doesn't like his situation, he makes another choice expecting a different outcome. But he's not getting the picture is he? His belief that he is the sole person to decide his happiness leads to his choices of mates; which in turn leads to his situation of getting divorced.

I'm sure we're all familiar with Proverbs 3:5-6 which tells us:
Proverbs 3:5-6: 5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; 6 in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.

You have to understand what it is that you believe before you can make any changes in the choices that you make, and in turn the situation you find yourself in.

Lets look at another fictional person. I'll call her "Marie". Marie grew up in a household where she was never shown any sort of caring. Her father abused her emotionally and told her that no one would ever want to love her. Sadly, Marie bought it hook, line and sinker. So, when in school a classmate showed her any small amount of interest, Marie was smitten. "See Daddy!" she'd say to herself, "They love me!" And Marie would do whatever it took to feel loved. But, as the book title says, He's just not that into you, and the classmate would be gone.

The problem is, each time this happens, we develop scars. Walter has scars, Marie has scars, I have scars, and I'm sure that many reading this out there do too.

Jesus teaches us that He loves us, and will never leave us. No matter what our situation, whether you're a Walter or a Marie, Jesus loves you no matter what you have been told. You ARE lovable! So, if you change what you believe, and see that you are worthy of being loved, then you will be able to truly love someone as Christ would have you love them. And changing your belief will change your choices and your situation

Also, if your beliefs are out of whack, it can have as much of an impact as your choices. If you look at King Solomon (think its in 1st Kings?) we read how God had commanded the Children of Israel not to marry outside of their faith. The intent was because these pagans would draw the Israelites away from their faith. But King Solomon believed that he knew better. He believed that if, as king, he married the daughters of other kings, he could protect his people. After all, if you have a treaty with a kingdom because you've taken one of their daughters into your household, they wouldn't attack you because that would be attacking their child!

So, thinking this way, King Solomon took 700 brides from the kingdoms surrounding Israel. (as well as like 300 concubines and other hangers-on... but I digress) He believed that he knew better than God. And this was Solomon, who was blessed by God to be the wisest man in history!

Sadly, it didn't work out as Solomon had planned. Eventually, there was civil war within Israel. The thousands that Solomon had intended to protect from the hands of pagans died at the hands of their own people. With the people weakened by this, it became easy for the other kingdoms to attack Israel and take them away into bondage.

I wonder how it might have been if Solomon had used the wisdom that God had blessed him with, and listened to his own words:
Proverbs 3:5-6: 5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; 6 in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.

Not even sure what title to give this ...

Where do I begin?

Okay, I didn't watch all of the Oscars the other night. But part of what I did see I really need to comment on.

For those who saw even less of what I saw of the Oscars, actor Sean Penn accepted the Best Actor award for portrayal of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay politician in California. During his acceptance speech, Mr. Penn commented about a group of protesters who were outside the ceremony protesting Hollywood's portrayal of homosexuals in films such as Milk. Mr. Penn seemed to verbally shake his fist at Christians as if to tell us that whether we liked it or not, homosexuals were going to get equal recognition under the law.

Speaking only from my own perspective, I have never had an issue with homosexuals expecting equal rights (as far as things like health coverage from employers, insurance rates ... whatever). As citizens of the United States (or other countries as far as their laws will allow), they deserve things like knowing that those they care about are taken care of if they need to be.

BUT...

(and here I am trying to think carefully before I type; I know what I will say is likely to offend someone, but I wish to make it as LEAST offensive as possible. I just know that isn't likely to happen)

My views are from the Christian Right (in this case 'right' referring to conservative beliefs, not that I think we're correct about everything). Contrary to what the protesters outside the Oscars may have said, God loves everyone. Christians, Jews, Muslims, and yes, Homosexuals. God doesn't hate anybody. He hates the sin we all have in our lives. But no matter how you try to sugar coat it, no matter how you try to make it seem like something that it is not, homosexuality goes against everything we as Christians are expected to hold dear.

Human sexuality, within the relationship of a heterosexual marriage is one of the most beautiful expressions of God's love for us. But outside of that relationship whether it is a heterosexual couple who are not married, or it is a homosexual couple, there's no other way to say it: That relationship is sin in God's eyes.

I don't hate homosexuals. Three men whom I respect and love as brothers are very open about their preferences. They are gay. This doesn't mean that I love them any less. It does mean that I am very sad. When I've tried to speak to any of them, the general response is along the lines of "Well that's fine for you. But this is what's right for me." The problem is, its not an issue of it being right or wrong for US. Its what is right or wrong for God.

These three are not the only gay men I know. These three are simply the only three that I would consider friends. Or more to the point, friends who's opinions I care about. One of them is a supervisor in my workplace. He's a fun goofy man, a HUGE "Trekkie" and just the type of person that no matter your orientation, he's just easy to get along with.

The other two were in a committed relationship with each other, but because the state where they live does not recognize homosexual unions, as far as the state was concerned, they were just roommates sharing a house. I'll call them "T" and "J". Together, T and J owned a small business. T was the more somber quiet sort. If he liked you, he could talk your ear off. But otherwise he could be very business like. J was the more flamboyant 'stereotype'. Used expansive gestures, spoke with a lilt to his voice. Sadly, I found out from my Mother a couple of years ago that J, who had contracted HIV several years prior had died from complications of HIV/AIDS. T wound up losing the house they had purchased together, because the state didn't recognize their relationship and so gave proceeds for J's insurances to his blood family.

There are those among the Christian community who do not want ANY sort of recognition by the state for any sort of homosexual union. While I do agree that MARRIAGE is a union that is reserved for ONE man and ONE woman. I believe that marriage was not intended to be an institution of the state for the disposition of financial rights and familial responsibilities. Marriage is a union set for by God for the raising of children and sharing the loving relationship between a man and woman that most closely models God's relationship with US, his children.

I myself would have no problems if gay couples had (for lack of a better description) a civil union. A contract recognized by the state which would allow for things like the distribution of properties or the imparting of things like Powers of Attorney in legal affairs. I mean, given my "druthers", I don't see the need for it. Legally, you can empower whomever you choose to handle your legal affairs, even a stranger you meet on the street outside your lawyer's office. For things like distribution of properties (like the example of T and J's house) its a simple matter of having the purchase agreement list both names and have it stipulated in your "Will" how you wish for such issues to be handled.

I do not hold with the idea that some people are just "born that way." I have friends who were abused as children. Statistics tell us that abused kids will more likely grow up to become abusers themselves. That doesn't mean that they have no choice. There are options for those in the homosexual lifestyle if they choose to leave that life. Exodus International helps thousands leave that lifestyle. There are choices.

God does not hate Gays. God does not hate Lesbians. God does not hate heterosexuals-who-don't-do-what-HE-leads-us-to-do. God loves all of us. He wants ALL of us to live our lives following Him. But we keep trying to pick and choose how we're going to do that. But we can't do that. Its His way, or not at all.

Sadly, many will choose not at all.

Salt and Light (a look at Matthew 5:13-16)

Matthew 5:13 'Ye are the salt of the earth; but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out and to be trodden under foot of men.'

These days, most of us know salt as a condiment, something to add flavor to cooking. But in the time Matthew wrote this, salt was extremely valuable. Kings paid armies in salt, it was used to preserve foods. So Jesus saying, 'Ye are the salt of the earth ...' he was saying that you are something of high value, not to be wasted. But if something happens to you that destroys your value (your saltiness) how are you to be made salty again? So we are to PRESERVE our relationship with Jesus, and not let it be wasted by things we might do trying to pursue other 'savours'.

Matthew 5:14-16 Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. 15 Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. 16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

Have you ever been driving along at night, and see those search light type lights sweeping across the sky? The kind that are used for things like store grand openings or to draw your attention to some event like a movie premiere. This light is saying to you, "Come look and see! This is something you don't want to miss! Hey you! COME HERE!!!" Jesus is telling his disciples that we are to be the light that draws others to Him. We are to draw others' attention to Christ. As a child, I read verse 14 of this part and thought to myself, "Well of COURSE you can't hide a city on a hill!" I completely misunderstood the point. Jesus was pointing out that a city wants to be where it is easy to see. Granted, it can often times draw those wishing to attack the city, but more importantly, it draws those seeking the city. Merchants, travelers, farmers with crops to sell in the city's market place. A city needs to be seen. And while candles get less and less use these days, I think an accurate translation of verse 15 might say something like, 'if you want to use your lamp, don't leave it unplugged. Plug it in and put it on the table where everyone will be able to see it.'

Like the spotlight, Jesus wants us to draw others to Him. Shine the light for others to see, live your life in such a way that not only do people know that you are a Christian, they see by your life that being a Christian is something that (if they aren't already themselves) they would find Truth in.

Yes, we know that it is by Grace through which we are saved, and that our works cannot get US into heaven. But by our actions, we can attract others to the message that we offer! Something I've said for a number of years is that while it is very true that "faith without works is dead, but works without faith doesn't really do all that much either."

There are also Christians out there that will take their spotlight, and rather than try to use it to draw others to Jesus, will use it to shine their light on what others are doing wrong. We aren't supposed to compare others to ourselves. After all, compared to Jesus, we're ALL as sinful as the worst resident of Sodom. There's just no way that our own actions can justify our passing judgement on others. So, we are to use our lives as a beacon drawing others to Christ.

This should offend someone ...

I originally posted this on the message boards on AotC MUD, and thought to share it here. It was originally written when inspired by a message about the Reverend Billy Graham on the occasion of his 90th birthday.

In honor of the Reverend Billy Graham's 90th birthday today, I'd like to share some thoughts that came to me when his son, the Reverend Franklin Graham was being interviewed on the radio program Primetime America on the Moody Broadcasting Network.

They were interviewing Franklin on the occasion of his Dad's 90th birthday, and having been asked what one thing would Billy say about today's church (Christianity as a collective whole) that was not true back when he started preaching in the 1950's.

Franklin only hesitated a brief minute before responding that the church today was too fearful of causing offense among those who come for services. People who feel that they can get to heaven by doing the most volunteer work for the poor, or can support a church financially don't want to hear that it is not by our WORKS that we are saved, but by God's grace through Jesus Christ.
Today, people want to come to church to hear a topical sermon, something to tickle the ears and that has 'relevance' to their situation and lives. They don't want to ponder the fact that we are all sinners in need of a Savior's love.

The problem is, we ARE all sinners in need of a Savior. The struggle doesn't end when you say the Sinner's prayer. Each day of our lives, for as long as we live, we deal with the imperfections of our human bodies. We must daily depend on the grace of a God that loves us more than it is possible for us to love ourselves or others.
The love of a Savior who left the Father's side, and came down here on earth and took our likeness, and did the one thing we could not do for ourselves. He died for us.

There's no way we could WORK hard enough.
There's no way we could spend enough money.
There's no way we could pray enough prayers till the heavens rang with our utterances.
There is only one way.

Romans 10:9-10 tells us 'If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus,and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead,thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.'

The NRV (New Ronald Version) would read that If you believe it in your heart, and tell everyone around you; and if you confess to Jesus that you are a sinner and wish to be forgiven, then you will receive forgiveness. Because if you accept your sin, and admit it to God, He will forgive you.

Yeah, I know. We don't like having to admit that we're not the greatest thing since sliced bread. We want to think that we're really cool. Or that at least, we're cooler than that bunch over there. But we're no better or no worse than they are. We are all sinners in need of a Savior. But do you want to know the REALLY cool part? Jesus loves us so much, that he's ready to be that Savior!

And Reverend Graham has been telling people the secret for over 50 years. And if you didn't already know it, I've just shared it with you too!

ENOUGH!!!

I am saddened to report that at the beginning of what should be the most joyous time of the year, the time when we celebrate the birth of our God and King, Jesus, that holiday shoppers have let their personal greed far outstrip the true reason for the season. The New York Times reports in an article today that in a Nassau county Wal*Mart, an employee was trampled to death by "Black Friday" shoppers so intent on their need to buy that new gizmo to put under the Christmas tree, that they apparently didn't even realize that they had killed a man.

Also in Southern California, two men in a Toys "R" Us store shot and killed each other. As per the time I write this I'm unsure if this was a dispute over some toy, or gang related violence in the middle of a very busy and crowded store. (Police had yet to comment, pending notification of the families)

In any event, working in retail myself, sadly these stories do not surprise me. They do however sadden me deeply. If I owned a store of any size and had a thought that this sort of thing could happen, I wouldn't care if it meant the end of my business, I would sooner stay closed than allow the possibility of something like this happening.

With so much of society seeming to focus on NOT mentioning Christmas during the holidays (many stores forbid their employees to say "Merry Christmas", instead having them wish shoppers "Happy Holidays") maybe we need to put the focus back on Christ in Christmas.

I don't mean for this to sound heartless, but can you imagine the scene?
Mommy says "Look Johnny! Daddy got you a Nintendo Wii for Christmas!"
Johnny says "Wonderful Mommy! Umm, Mommy, where IS Daddy?"
Mommy says "I'm sorry Johnny, but when Daddy went to buy you your Wii, he killed a man and is now facing a trial for Manslaughter. But he wanted me to tell you that no one kept him from getting you your Wii!"

Where do we draw the line? When does it end? Do people honestly believe that someone will love them more just because they buy them expensive gifts?

Jesus showed his love for his disciples, and he never so much as bought them a tunic. Yes, he showed his love ultimately by dying on the Cross for us, but he also showed his love daily. Caring for his friends, teaching them, being there for them in times of trouble and just simply listening to them.

My friends, I beseech you; before you go charging into the retail fray this year and trample anyone or anything in your path on your way to get that ... whatever your after, take a breath. If you don't get that prized item, try to remember, it is not the presents that you give at Christmas that matters. It is your presence in the lives of your family and friends that matters.

And remember, the retail employee who's life you save, could be ME.

A man who lives for his music

During my senior year in high school, and my freshman year in college, I had the pleasure of spending my summers in the mountains of western North Carolina, at an Episcopal summer camp called Kanuga.

Kanuga is run jointly by the five diocese of North and South Carolina, and to call its location gorgeous simply wouldn't do it justice by any standard. Though on staff, I had the pleasure of participating in many of the camp's programs intended for the campers and conference attendees (they ran other summer programs at the same time as their summer camp), one of which was an evening of entertainment with a local artists. I am happy to say that more than one of these artists did not remain only a local talent for long and one in particular, David Holt, has had his work showcased on the Nashville Network and on public television. David has been recognized for his work, winning four Grammy awards.

David I feel typifies the sort of drive that we should all hope to have for in our lives, but only a very few achieve. His life has been devoted to the rich culture of the music of the Blue Ridge Mountains. He has had the opportunity to perform with and learn from many of the greats of country and bluegrass music, including Roy Acuff, Chet Adkins, and others, but most especially his mentor, Arthel Lane "Doc" Watson. (and if you don't know any of these names ... head for Google or Wikipedia!)

Recently, I had emailed David's website just to drop a note and let him know how happy I was that he was doing so well. I didn't think with his busy schedule he'd have time to write back but he did! I was happy to hear from him. His son Zeb, who is now 32 and working for the National Broadcasting Company in New York City was still in diapers when I met David at Kanuga.

I feel as a Christian, we should all try to live our lives much as David has. Putting everything we have into pursuing what is important (and hopefully) what we enjoy. I also feel that if we put this sort of drive into pursuing our relationship with Jesus, the rest of our lives will be equally as enriched.

I have been inspired by a fellow blogger... (so if you don't like this, blame Deb)

I have recently read the blog of a friend in Boston. Deb and her husband are both disabled and in wheelchairs, but they don't let any of that slow them down (much). With her lemons-to-lemonade outlook, it isn't any wonder that Deb and John are more well traveled in their community than I am in mine.

I have learned a few things from them however. I learned that if you are disabled, you can contact the National Park Service and receive a free pass to ANY national park!

For the longest time, I thought I'd not really "done" anything in my life. Looking at my life through the eyes of others, I see that I have been blessed ... with a Mom who has a "wander lust". Each summer, from the time I was about 12 or 13, near the end of our summer vacation, Mom would pack my sister and I into our car (a 1979 Datsun 210 sedan) and we'd head off on an adventure.

First it was the Grand Canyon. Our family grew up in a church in Indianapolis Indiana, along with several other families. One of the families had three strapping young men who spent the summer as river guides on the Colorado River. OARS: Outdoor Adventure with River Specialists runs guided rafting trips down and through the Grand Canyon. And, because we knew two of the boatmen, they gave us a discount! If you've never been down IN the canyon, all I can say is, GO! Images like this are hard to describe:

More later. Be well and be blessed.

On the passing of a dear friend

Growing up I went to a summer camp in southern Indiana called Waycross. (www.waycrosscenter.org)

While I am confident that everyone thinks that the summer camp that they went to was the greatest, for me, Waycross was it. From the time I was four years old when we'd all come down for family camp, to coming as a camper for the week long sessions (or the coveted TWO week sessions!), to being on staff, and full circle returning for family camp -- only now as the head of the family rather than as the child. This place will always hold a dear spot in my heart.

Through it all, one of the people who was always there was Lennis 'Lenny' Baughman. Lenny was the camp's resident manager from 1963 to 1989. With the help of his wife Judy, Lenny kept Waycross in ship-shape but still always had time for a game of horse shoes (he was the camp's horse shoe champion 12 year running).

Lenny was one of those types that even in the hottest days of summer, he always wore denims and a long sleeve work shirt. He was a country boy at heart, and felt out of place in a suit.

I received an email from my sister Melissa, informing me that on September 9th, Lenny went home to the Lord. His family - Judy, their son Jim and daughter-in-law Jennifer - were at his side.

Rest well Lenny, goodness knows you've earned it.

-Ron