Spiritual DNA

Greetings,

Recently I noticed what seemed to me to be an increased advertising for companies that will help you search your genealogy; your ancestry. I didn’t know if that perception was real or imagined. So I researched it.  I Googled the topic. Indeed, my impression was accurate. The first headline I saw read:

“Paid Search Advertising Spent on DNA Testing & Genealogy Grows 81% Since 2015.”
 
The article reported, “During the 12-month period (June 2016 through May 2017), we found 1,014 advertisers spent $7.8 million sponsoring the DNA testing and genealogy keyword group—a 49% increase over the same period ending in May 2016 and an 81% increase over the same period ending in May 2015, suggesting such products have significantly grown in popularity with consumers over the last three years.”
 
Experts tell us 2 motives are driving this advertising surge.  First is a curiosity about our “family tree.” Personally, I have never wondered if Uncle Bill was a scoundrel or Auntie was a floozy.  In fact, I am sure they were.  And my guess is they represent the good side of the family.  The second and more serious motivation is a search for DNA information. When gathered this data might be helpful in locating a birth parent or provide evidence that could prove beneficial to diagnosing and treating a medical issue.
 
I spent far too much time reading about this testing.  The claims being made were surrounded by disclaimers. The promotional material touted both the accuracy and limitation of the testing. While initial test results were somewhat reliable, the further you examined tracing each generation, the test conclusions become less dependable.
 
I decided to conduct my own investigation of my ancestors. Was there an explanation for why I am the way I am? I didn’t hunt for the answers to:

• Why I am short?

• Why are my eyes blue?

• Why do my arteries tend to clog?

 
I was more curious about why I behave the way I do. Why am I attracted to things I know are not good for me? Why am I selfish? Why do I love comfort and despise any inconvenience even if it is for something worthwhile?  I was determined to examine as far back in time as possible.
 
This endeavor proved much easier than I expected.  I didn’t need to submit a blood sample.  It didn’t cost me thousands or even hundreds of dollars. It didn’t take much time. I was able to go back generations.  Far back--all the way to the beginning of time. Along the way I discovered all of us are “related”; that is we share a common spiritualDNA.

God, the only eyewitness to the moment of creation, tells us that He created man and woman. I learned that all 14-billion people who have ever lived descended from an original set of parents, Adam and Eve. The experience of Adam and Eve explains us. Although their zip code was Paradise they wanted an “upgrade.” So, they ignored God’s word and decided to go their own way--to sin. Their tattoos read, “Not Thy will but My will be done.” When they acted on that decision they immediately alienated themselves from God, from one another and from the rest of creation. Hold on, it gets worse.  They tossed everything upside down. The consequence they suffered affected not only them but all of their descendants. The Apostle Paul gives us that information when he writes in Romans 5:12 (NASB): “Therefore, just as through one man sin entered into the world, and death through sin, and so death spread to all men.”  Stated concisely in Romans 3:23, “All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”

This nugget is a crucial piece in understanding our situation. It explains you, me, and the world.  In his commentary on Genesis 3, written in the late 1970s, Ray Stedman observes, “We come to Chapter 3 of Genesis with a heightened sense of anticipation. In many ways this is the most important piece of information ever conveyed to man. Here is the ultimate explanation for the tensions this morning among the nations over the Korean incident, or the war in Vietnam. Here we have the answer to the eternal "Why" that arises in our hearts in times of tragedy or sorrow. Here is the explanation for over a hundred centuries of human heartache, misery, torture, blood, sweat, and tears. Here is the reason for the powerful fascination that LSD and marijuana hold for young people today; for the passion for power and the lure of wealth and the enticements of forbidden sex, to young and old alike. Here is the only reasonable answer for the existence of these things in the world today.”

The fundamental problem with all of us is sin. It is “baked into” who we are.  We cannot fix it through our own determination and effort.  Much like Humpty Dumpty we have had a big fall and all the world’s power, might, and wisdom can’t put us back together again. Given this condition, things appear hopeless.  But there is hope. The hope we have is Jesus.  If you have listened to me teach for a while you can anticipate what comes next.

Our hope is based on the promises God, the character of God, the faithfulness of God, and the sovereignty of God.

The words of the familiar hymn instruct us, 

“In Christ alone my hope is found

He is my light, my strength, my song

This cornerstone, this solid ground

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm

What heights of love, what depths of peace

When fears are stilled, when strivings cease

My comforter, my all in all

Here in the love of Christ I stand”

“Talk” again soon.

Why Am I Still Here?

Greetings,

Located on the southeast corner of the U.S. 60 and Country Club Road is a billboard promoting Grand Canyon University (GCU). The message is, “Find Your Purpose.” The obvious implication is enrolling at GCU will help you in that important search. Although I am not the intended target of the commercial, the assertion makes me think.

It seems the “college years” are the natural time for that exploration for meaning.  It’s the season when you are preparing to enter the “real world.”  You are facing a series of monumental decisions.  These life choices are not random isolated selections. Rather, they are interrelated choices.  You will experience their consequences, good or bad, for the remainder of life.  So, it only makes sense that knowing who you are is the first step on that journey.  

Big Idea … Here’s a trap to avoid: thinking that pursuit of purpose ever ends.  Travis is my physical therapist.  His specialty is in-house (homebound) patients. During one of our sessions he declared, “The question I am most frequently asked by my clients is ‘Why am I here?’” Remember who he is talking with – mostly very old, very sick people who understand their life expectancy is more likely to be measured in months, maybe years, but certainly not decades.  This nagging question, “Why am I here?” never goes away.  It is relentless and demands an answer.  Do you have an answer for that inquiry?  

As we wrestle with the question, specifics of our answers will vary from person to person, but the general answer doesn’t vary. In his most recent book titled, “Parting Words to the Church on Race,” John Perkins reflects on his conversion and subsequent life change.  As is the case with each of us “Christ Followers” he was, if you will, “repurposed.”  He writes, “When I heard that verse [Galatians 2:20], I said to myself that if there’s a God in heaven who loved me enough to send His only Son into the world to die for me, I want to knowthat God. I want to knowHim.  And I came to knowHim. I believe the purpose of man is to know that God, the God of the universe who made everything and holds everything together.  That bigGod.  That all-encompassingGod.  The God who makes Himself known to humanity. I came to know that God.  And I believe the purpose of us knowing that God is to love Him back and make Him known to others.” 

Many churches have adopted an abbreviated version of Perkin’s testimony as their mission statement…To know God and make Him known.  To know God.  Is that possible? How can I do that?  Well, back to the basics.  You will grow in your knowledge and relationship with Him through Bible study, prayer, meditation, fellowship with other believers, and serving.  FYI: There is no shortcutting this journey. And there is no “finish line.”  For a vibrant relationship with God this is an essential lifelong effort.  The Apostle Paul addresses this subject in a deeply personal way as he writes to the church at Philippi (Philippians 3), “But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ.  More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ, and may be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which comes from God on the basis of faith, that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death;in order that I may attain to the resurrection from the dead.  Not that I have already obtained it or have already become perfect, but I press on so that I may lay hold of that for which also I was laid hold of by Christ Jesus. Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” 

Why are you here?  To know God and make Him known. Now you figure out the details.

“Talk” again soon.

True Love

Greetings,

Last Saturday we staged what has become an annual tradition for Tyler, Braden, Yale and me. We are a small part of a much larger group. Reports tell us 59,300,000 Americans and Canadians will be joining us as we “wheel and deal” our way through the 2018 season of Fantasy Football. It all began a week ago with our league draft. 

Saturday afternoon our league gathered at 2:00 to feast on a banquet of wings, pizza and savor the culinary highlight of the event--an assortment of wonderful, delicious, gluten filled cookies handcrafted by the commissioner’s wife, thank you Jen Driesbach. Let the record show we continued to gaze on these delicacies over the next 3 hours. The commissioner, Matt Driesbach, briefly summarized the pertinent instructions for the drafting procedure.  We all then felt obligated to offer one another what were blatantly insincere wishes of “Good Luck” and we were ready to begin.  Each team owner sat down at his computer and off we went.  12 teams with 16 rounds of picks. For each choice you are given 90 seconds to make your selection. If you fail to choose a player in the time allotted the computer will automatically submit a pick for you and the draft proceeds.

At about the halfway point of draft I noticed something. As the player pool shrinks, and the time pressures press on, you begin to feel an internal conflict. It was there all along but now it seems clearer.  The motivation for each choice is intensely transactional…what have you done for me lately? You can eavesdrop on the strategic conversations taking place around you. They include phrases like, “he is always hurt” or “last year he had problems holding on to the ball,” or “he has problems off the field,” or “I had him last year and he never produced,” or “he used to be good, but he is getting old.” Nonetheless the draft “rolls on”.  We finished up with each “team owner” thinking he had selected a championship team.  

Big Idea. The realty is our everyday decisions are made based on a similar set of criteria. They too are transactional. Recently I listened to an expert stock analyst commenting on the increased difficulty of doing his job (picking stocks) successfully. He was lamenting the recent market research that revealed a vanishing sense of “product loyalty” on the part of consumers. A customer would acknowledge you cleaned and brightened my teeth satisfactorily for 20 years but look at this, here’s a toothpaste that claims their merchandise can do the job better and faster. The previously content buyer declares, “I think I will give this other toothpaste a try.” Predictably, the market must respond. Old established manufacturers have a choice. Either introduce their “New and Improved” creation or face extinction. That once crowded restaurant with a 45-minute wait list is now a ghost town. The hip trendy store has replaced their inviting, beautiful display window with a “Going out of Business” sign in that same space. It is true of every industry (even churches).  

The relationship choices we make are often likewise transactional. I am your friend because of the benefits to me. You have assets that you are willing to generously share, great game tickets, a mountain cabin, a ski boat, job connections, political power, on and on. When they are gone I will be forced to reevaluate our relationship.  A few years ago, one of the TV providers was offering its existing customers a $100 credit for each new customer they referred.  In a commercial designed to reinforce that point they presented a scene of 15-20 people at a party.  But every person in the picture had their faces photoshopped out and replaced with the very recognizable portrait of Benjamín Franklin (representing the $100).  Obviously, it was effective--I still remember it today.  But imagine a world where we see everyone in that context.  What haveyou done for me? What areyou doing for me? What willyou do for me? Everyone is a commodity to be used and most likely eventually discarded.  As Mr. Spock might say, “that’s typically human.” It’s the world you live in.  While it is totally natural to us humans it is not to God.  

God relates with us (His people) based on “unconditional love.”  Stop. Don’t skim over that phrase. We are unconditionally loved by our Father. You may be so familiar with that truth it has lost its power in your life.  Contrast that with how we conduct relationships, where we operate on the “I will love you when, I will love you if” principle. God says to His people I LOVE YOU. 

Paul informs us of His unconditional love for us in Romans chapter 5:6-10.  Here it is in the NASB translation, “ 6 For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. 7 For one will hardly die for a righteous man; though perhaps for the good man someone would dare even to die. 8 But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. 9 Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from the wrath of God through Him. 10 For if while we were enemieswe were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been reconciled, we shall be saved by His life.”  God’s love is given to us knowing exactly who we were, who we are and who we will be.  

Let that sink in. Reflect on that truth.  God doesn’t place you on probation. God isn’t ready to “cut” because you fail to perform. You can not “out sin” God’s love for you. I know my audience.  This last thought tempts you to think, “Then it’s party time.”  You older folks will recall the Peggy Lee song that includes the refrain, “then bring on the booze and let’s have a ball.”  But scripture is clear.  Since we are truly God’s kid our response will not be a “sinning spree” but a heart, filled with thanksgiving.  And when we do sin we react with genuine repentance and brokenness over our sin; resting in the loving care and arms of our perfect Father.

This week’s take away, GOD LOVES YOU.

“Talk” again soon.  

Who’s on Your Guest List?

Greetings,

It’s August 30th.  College football kicks off in two days. This is incredible: my grandkids have already been in school 4 weeks. 

One afternoon five weeks ago they were at the house “hanging out.” We talked about baseball, fantasy football, movies, and books. Then I started asking them a series of predictable questions. How was your summer? Are you excited to get back to school? What’s the worst part of school? What’s the best part of school?” (I am sure they hated it.) I could have predicted the answer to the question, “What’s the best part of school?” Of course, it was, “Seeing my friends.” That opened the door for me to deliver a riveting lecture on the importance of choosing good friends.  Soon I was on a roll, and to boost my confidence I was able to prooftext my point. In my powerful summation I quoted 1 Corinthians 15:33, “Bad company corrupts good morals.”  That’s the NASB.  Here are two other translations: “Bad company ruins good manners,” from The Message, and from the New Living Translation, “Bad company corrupts good character.” Suddenly they remembered their mom had told them to “not stay too long.”  While shouting “bye papa!” they raced out the door.

After they left I was replaying their visit. I thought about the above conversation and how that advice was solid and still applicable to me. Big Idea. As is the case with most principles, you don’t “age out” of them. Most often the advice we impart to our kids and grandkids remains good lifelong wisdom for ourselves. That is undoubtedly the case with this maxim. 

Over the past three months there is a group of guys who have made the effort to come and visit me.  Some of these gentlemen I have known for decades; others I have known only a few years.  My time has been different with each of them. With some I have traveled, done deals, played golf, dined, gone to movies, attended church, participated in small groups, and spent hours just talking.  They come from various backgrounds, hometowns, educational credentials, economic strata, religious beliefs, ages, even holding differing political opinions.  But they are my friends. 

Amongst their diversity I find common characteristics. They are men of integrity, honesty, smart (well some of them), hardworking, reliable; each with a wonderful sense of humor. They are men of character who take the important issues in life seriously but never take themselves too seriously. I am indeed blessed. 

Do you have a set of friends like that? Trust me you will need them, and they will need you. Here is a great exercise for you to do. I was going to say, “Here’s a homework assignment,” but today I learned my grandkids no longer have “homework.”  Instead they have “home practice.” So here is a “home practice” for you. I got this idea when I was teaching the Gospel of John and we were examining the Last Supper. One night I began to contemplate the idea of hosting such an event. MyLast Supper if you will.  Who would be on my guest list? This is tougher than you imagine. I was serious in “tackling” this task.  I got the Judas role quickly. The next few spots filled in rapidly as well. Then I took a while to finish the list. Finally, I compiled my list, then revised it a few times, eventually arriving at the final group of 13. No Judas included. I did mention the process to a few of the guys on the list. 

The timing is fascinating. I conducted that exercise last March before I knew the set of physical challenges that were ahead of me. Can you hear Paul Harvey’s beautiful voice and unique speech cadence saying, “And now the rest of the story”? During the last three months each of these men have phoned, emailed, texted, and visited me in my home--many of them five or six times.  I have thanked them for their effort to get here, driving +/- an hour, sometimes making the trip during rush hour, extending their travel time.  Their reward, a bottle of water and the opportunity to listen to me repeat long familiar stories. These men have been an unswerving source of encouragement and strength to me. I didn’t fully understand how important this group would be to me.  God began assembling this group of guys almost 40 years ago and He adds to it every year.  After reflection I realized they are, yet another blessing God has given me that I too often take for granted. 

Back to your “home practice.” Put down your phone, turn off the TV, grab a piece of paper and make your guest list.  No short cuts.  Write the names down.   I bet you will be surprised by the final roster. So, who will you invite to your table?

“Talk” again soon

AA Meeting, Part 2

Greetings,

Last week when we left, Jason rose to speak, “William is right. I do have something I want to share with you. This is new to me. And it is scary for me. I am trusting all of you. I want to share something that no one except Andy knows. And even though we are best friends, he didn’t know this secret until this afternoon.”  Choosing to believe all William had said, I continued. “For over 5 years I have been involved in an innocent activity that has become a destructive behavior. I thought I could control it, but I can’t. Now it has spilled over into almost every area of my life and is gradually ruining me.”  I surveyed each face. There were nods of understanding. Smiles of encouragement. Looks of compassion and reassurance. This was the moment. I decided now was the time and this was place to “come clean.”  To be continued 

I collected my thoughts, took a deep breath and began. “Five years ago, I joined an organization that was legit, mainstream, offered economic benefits, and safe. Even with that impeccable reputation I performed my due diligence and scrutinized the group. Everything checked out. The group had 25,000,000 paying members and they appeared delighted with their experience. Virtually every online review of the group was a 5-star rating. The most frequent criticism people posted was, ‘I regret not becoming a member sooner.’  So, I made the decision to become an Amazon Prime (AP) member.”  

At this point I paused and took a second to study the 9 pairs of eyes that were fixated on me.  They seemed disappointed or perhaps confused by my confession. In retrospect I now understand their reaction. They anticipated something more notorious, more shocking, more scandalous. For the first time in my life I wished I was involved in a criminal activity, sexual promiscuity, stealing, gambling, drinking or some other ‘sin;’ compared to that list, my transgression was petty. At that moment I wanted to be able to ‘confess’ any bad behavior that was out of control.  William Brawley, “Wild Bill,” who I assumed got that name by participating in an activity more disgraceful than AP membership, came to my rescue.  “Jason, I think my friends are surprised by your confession.  I am not sure what they anticipated, but I am guessing it was something a bit darker than being an Amazon Prime ‘cardholder.’  Let me suggest you take the time you need to explain yourself to us.” 

“Thank you for that and for your patience,” I gratefully replied. Addressing the group I continued, “I recognize this iniquity of mine appears trivial, rather mild--even harmless to you; but I stand here pleading with you to please understand that AP is threatening not only my life but also the lives of millions of people across the country. And that although the threat is seemingly innocent, it is real.  Consequently, many of the 100,000,000 current AP members do not even begin to comprehend the danger they are in.” As I did a visional survey of my “audience” I detected that something in that statement connected with them and caused then to reengage. That, in turn, caused me to feel reinforced.  

“So, what is this risk? It is obvious, at least in my case, AP membership does mean I will buy more items and therefore spend more money than I might otherwise.  That is the economic disadvantage. But I am referring to two far greater dangers posed by AP.

The first is the, ‘Buy now with 1-click.’ feature. Amazon is the uncontested leader in making transactions fast, easy, simple and hassle free. It is literally 1-click. Identify the item(s) you want and click. You proceed to checkout and click. Within 10 seconds, the confirmation of the order hits your email inbox.  Then just sit back and wait. The package will be in your hands by 8:00 pm in a day or two.  

Here’s a comparison: Yesterday I found a show that I thought Beth, my wife, would enjoy. It seemed like a wonderful idea for a surprise ‘date night’.  So, I logged on to the theater’s website to place my order. I explored the seating chart posted for the event.  I found the perfect seats and they were designated ‘available’.  I clicked purchasewhich began the excruciating process of answering a long but necessary series of questions. With the questions completed I pressed SUBMIT. What appeared next on the screen was a return to the first page of questions. The information requested was entirely blank requiring me to again complete 3 pages of data requests. I understand this an essential step, so I was frustrated but determined to be patient.  With the questions answered a second time I pressed SUBMIT.  This submission produced the same result, back to the first page. Given my level of technical expertise, I assumed ‘operator error’ was the cause of this situation, but that didn’t reduce the tension I felt. My frustration was quickly rising. I decided that was enough aggravation for me.  I decided to arrange a different ‘date night.’ Interestingly, the previous week the exact same thing happened to me when I struggled to purchase a shirt from a NAS (Non-Amazon Site). Here’s my point. It is not that AP has made ordering easy, though they have. The main idea is that the technical process of online ordering is complicated, but AP has succeeded in making the complex simple. Bravo to them and good news for me. I enjoy the service and use it frequently. Here’s the hazard: Because of this ease of ordering I have developed unrealistic expectations not only when I attempt an online order, but elsewhere. Over time I began to assume my life will become 1-click simple. I gradually began to expect these same easy, simple, hassle free solutions in my relational contacts as well. If I have a problem with my boss, there must be a 1-click solution.  When life with my spouse becomes difficult, 1-click solution.  The excruciatingly slow checkout line at the grocery store? 1-click solution.  Difficulties in relations with my kids, my neighbors, my coworkers, the people at work, the people at the gym, or the people at church…...no problem 1-click solution.

But, lasting genuine 1-click answers are rare. Most situations don’t lend themselves to 1-click solutions.”  I quickly became self-conscience. I paused, fearing I had spoken too long or shared too much so I said, “That’s enough for now.  Perhaps I will have the opportunity to share more with you another time.”  With real gusto William jumped to his feet almost shouting, “No Jason! I think I speak for the group when I urge you to continue.” For guidance I turned and looked to the one familiar face in the room. Somebody I knew and trusted, Andy. He nodded, effectively seconding “Wild Bill’s” comment. Others also bobbed their heads up and down in agreement. I determined the group agreed I should continue.  

“Ok then just a little bit more. Here is the second way Amazon Prime is ruining my life and threatening the well-being of its members. Again, it seems harmless, even helpful, but it is alarming.  The ‘The Jason’s Amazon’ tool which appears each time I visit the Amazon site.  Each Amazon Prime member is offered daily updated recommendations for their consideration. At first, I found this to be a valuable, efficient, and effective tool. I was amazed the suggestions provided to me were right on the target.  I was astounded how often AP’s proposed titles were books I already owned. These suggestions are based on my past searches and purchases. Checking my customized list became a daily routine. I found myself irresistibly drawn to what AP thought I should be reading. One day it occurred to me that my thoughts and attitudes on issues were not being shaped or challenged but were instead simply being continually confirmed. I have since learned there is a technical term for this.  Experts call this ‘confirmation bias.’ Sorry if I am turning this into a lecture. I realize none of you want a dry, or worse yet, pointless academic homily.  Bear with me; this is important. There is a payoff here so hang with me. The text book definition of confirmation biasis ‘the tendency to search for, interpret, favor, and recall information in a way that confirms one's preexistingbeliefs or hypotheses.’ All the supposedly new information we think we are gathering isn’t new at all. The collected data is screaming “Amen” to the thoughts and ideas we already hold. The result is we never encounter or interact with differing views. This all plays into our normal tendencies which are to believe we are right and to be drawn to those who agree with us.  My friends and I pass around the same books, we listen to the same speakers, we end up spending time with like-minded, no – identicallyminded people.  People who often look and sound like us. Republicans with Republicans, Fox News people with Fox News people, middle class with middle class, evangelicals with evangelicals and so on. We stay within the safety of our ‘tribe.’” Sensing I am “on a roll” I asked, “Should I keep going?” I heard the group in chorus cry. “Yes, keep going!”

So on I went. “This too becomes a slippery slope. Since my thinking is never seriously tested, I become convinced I must be right. Therefore, I am steadfast, unyielding and inflexible; certain that these opinions are true and absolute. Consequently, if I ever am pressed to explain or defend my positions my ‘fight or flight’ instinct kicks in. If you disagree with me there must be something wrong with you, not just your ideas, but you the person.  I dig in. I attack. This produces a setting that makes dialogue and communication nearly impossible. We never engaged in conversation. Instead we conduct sequential monologues, never bothering to understand or listen to one another. As you speak I am preparing my next profound utterance. The result is a culture like the one we are living in today. A hostile, combative, environment that is closed to any reasonable argument that might contest my infallible stance. Is this an overreaction? I don’t think so. Words are exchanged but ideas are never exchanged.  Todays accepted norm for behavior is, ‘He who shouts the loudest and longest wins.’ I’m sorry.  That is enough.  Thank you for indulging me.  If I’m still welcomed I will join you for the meeting next week.” 

William thanked me, complimented my candor and extend me an invitation to “the meeting a week from tonight.”  That completed, he declared the meeting adjourned. 

Everyone was subdued. Little discussion was traded; just pleasant goodbyes.  I followed Andy to the car.  “I will take you back and you can get your car.” It was then I remembered that in our determination to be on time I had left my car at the coffee shop.  Much like our drive to the Brawley’s home, the return trip had little chat.  Andy pulled up next to my car and he said, “I know that wasn’t what you had planned for the night, but I appreciate your vulnerability.  Jason, that was a lot for me too. You gave us all something to think about.  See you next week.” 

“Talk” again soon. 

AA Meeting, Part 1

Greetings,

In true fashion Andy arrived right on time.  He was never early, never late. Before he could even sit down he cautioned me, “We don’t have much time.” “Fine by me,” I answered.  Every week or two we met at the end of a day “just to stay in touch.” This afternoon it was obvious neither of us had arrived with the plan of unpacking an agenda. We were two old buddies there to “hang out”.  Well, as Christians, it was more than chatting--we were sharing with one another.  We covered the normal topics.  We asked each other about our families, exchanged our current reading list, brushed over politics, updated what we heard about old friends, then moved on to movies, and sports.  Andy asked, “How are you doing?” I gave my standard answer: “Fine.” He seemed unsatisfied with that reply.  So, he circled back for a second round, “How are you?”  I’m not sure if it was my body language or my tone of voice, but something was unconvincing. Nonetheless I again said, “Fine.” 

After about a half hour of chitchat Andy abruptly jumped up and began marching toward the sign that read “PLACE ORDERS HERE.”  Andy was on a mission to grab a “to go” drink. He was a few steps from our table when I involuntarily blurted out the honest answer to his question, “How are you?” These were feelings I had been suppressing for a year or more. This outburst stopped him in his tracks. Immediately he came back to the table.  My display of raw honesty left him stunned. Andy began probing me for details, while repeatedly assuring me of his friendship and his vow to secrecy. I felt like a witness being cross-examined by an expert attorney. As he skillfully evaluated my “confession” he glanced down at his watch. “Pack up your computer, put on your jacket and follow me,” he ordered. 

To add to his mounting stress level over my condition, he was now apparently running late for his next appointment and needed to leave immediately.  For my own benefit, Andy demanded I go with him.  Reluctantly I obeyed. During the jog to his car he told me he was on his way to a meeting and that I would be his guest for the night.  This wasn’t a discussion item.  It was an order.

“Where are we headed?” I asked.” “You’ll see. Trust me. Right now, this group is what you need.” “Who else will be there?”  “The size of the group typically ranges from 8-12 people,” he answered.   “However, tonight is the season finale of Dancing with the Stars. The winning couple will be awarded the highly coveted Mirrorball Trophy. It will effect attendance.”  I cracked, “Will it increase or decrease attendance?” Not even a grin from my friend. 

Any initial enthusiasm I had for our adventure was rapidly vanishing. I began to register a protest, but he cut me off mid-sentence. Grabbing my arm, and like a police officer making an arrest he put his hand on the top of my head and tossed me into the car. The debate and wrestling match were complete.  It was clear that I had lost. Off we went.

We were stuck in rush hour traffic.  Our progress was agonizingly slow. Neither of us spoke a word. Andy exited the freeway after 15 or 20 minutes. He made a couple of turns driving into a beautiful residential neighborhood and parked outside a gorgeous ranch style home. It is the style that was typical of many Phoenix homes that were built in the 60’s and 70’s. I assumed this was our destination. “You can leave your computer in the car,” he said. Soon we were at the front door ringing the doorbell. A charming older lady welcomed us. Andy gave her a hug and said, “It is good to see you again.  How are you feeling?” “Much better.” Andy told her, “Sit and relax. I know the way; you don’t need to escort us.” I was growing more and more nervous. When entering any room, my custom is to make certain my presence is noticed, to announce: “Here I am.”  Over time I have mastered the art of arriving “in style.” However, that night I couldn’t find my trademark swagger. I tried but it was useless. In retrospect, it was understandable.  This was unfamiliar territory.  For me it was an “away game.” A combination of factors had pulled me out of my comfort zone. 

Andy led me into a large open room which was our destination. I surveyed the room carefully noting all the details of both the physical layout and its occupants. Everything about the room was inviting. I was experiencing the creation of a highly skilled, sophisticated design professional. The walls were painted with soft warm earth tones and tastefully decorated. I did note the absence of any family pictures or personal mementoes. The available seating options consisted of a couch, a love seat, and 4 plush leather high-back chairs. If those choices were not to your liking, the other option was to settle into one of the half dozen comfortable swivel chairs scattered throughout the room.  The oval shaped seating arrangement was casual but intentional.  The configuration was designed to give all the participants an unobstructed view of one another. The effect was a calm atmosphere, encouraging honesty and openness. 

Looking across the occupants it also appeared they were a product of careful vetting.  People were paired off in conversations.  There were some serious exchanges but also smiles and even laughter. It looked as if, at least on this occasion, the host had assembled a diverse collection of people.  Male, female; Caucasian, people of color; old, young; fashionably dressed, those who weren’t; and fit, less fit. It was a mixture of folks chosen from the DMV and folks from Phoenix Country Club.  

After all this reconnaissance work here was my conclusion: the decor was inviting, and the people were warm and friendly. To me all this effort gave the appearance of a group genuinely happy I “crashed” their get-together. That is what I felt like.  A party crasher. An outsider.  I still didn’t know what this was or why I was there. 

A gentleman awkwardly walked to the center of the room.  He looked like an “old school” (no pun intended) college professor.  He wore a herringbone camel sportscoat, yes, with elbow patches.  The remainder of his ensemble was a tan shirt, coordinated floral tie, a pair of dark brown slacks and tan hush puppy shoes.  His voice was soft.  So, everyone grew quiet and even then, I strained to hear him. He announced, “Drinks and snacks are available on the island in the kitchen.  Feel free to help yourself. We will begin in 5 minutes.” Begin what? I wondered.  Andy took the man aside and the two of them had a private conversation.  I was justifiably paranoid. The man glanced my way then said something to Andy, then looked back at me. I assumed Andy was telling him my story.  

I heard a voice say, “Please find a seat wherever you like so we can get started.” My feeling of uncertainty and need for some sense of security compelled me to follow Andy.  He chose a seat to his liking, and I squeezed in next to him. As we took our place, the gentleman again took center stage.  “Thank you all for being here.  I realize tonight we are competing with DWTS.” A hint of nervous laughter filled the room.  “So, you made a sacrifice to be here.  I appreciate that.”  He paused and turned toward Andy and me. “I see we have a first-time guest with us. Let me introduce myself. I am William Brawley.  Welcome to our home.”  I recognized that name. Yes, William “Wild Bill” Brawley is a local legendary television weather man from “back in the day.”  He was theman in the Phoenix TV market when suddenly at the peak of his career he was gone – off the air.  No one was sure why.  Lots of speculation--booze, drugs, payoffs, a fling with the station owner’s wife and other gossip. But never anything certain. All I know is that he disappeared overnight.  As I looked at the man standing before me I was convinced he was “Wild Bill.”

Armed with the background information Andy had provided him and ignoring the other guests, William spoke directly to me.  “Jason, we meet here every week. Our goal is to create a ‘safe place’ that allows us to speak truthfully about our lives. Everyone here has taken an oath of confidentially, swearing that what is said in this room stays here. No one may discuss the contents of this or any of our meetings with anyone outside this room. Not a spouse, a friend, no one. I know that sounds like a lofty objective, but Jason, after 6 years each of those pledges have been honored. Never a ‘leak’. You all agree with that right?” he asked.  Immediately each person in the room confirmed William’s statement. “Jason, before we start the meeting we are asking for the same commitment from you.  Do you promise that what is discussed during our time together stays ‘in this room?’ Do we have your word?”

This was serious – that was clear. I was vacillating. How honest were the disclosures that people made to the group? Did everyone, in fact, follow these rules? Experience taught me to be suspicious of people’s ability to keep such promises. During the past I have had many conversations that began with the introduction, “I swore not to tell anyone this but_______.” Then a friend would violate an assurance of privacy they had made to someone. I wanted to trust the group, but I didn’t know them. William interrupted my thinking when he asked again, “Do we have your word?” Seeming to sense my angst, Andy put his hand on my shoulder to support me. I was struggling to breathe. Then with a voice that was weak and trembling I heard myself say, “You have my word. 

The self-assured, confident, almost superhero figure Jason had been reduced to a fragile, weak, pathetic figure.  But I told myself, “At least that’s done.  Just sit still and be quiet.  Once this is over you can leave and never return.” Wrong.  That didn’t end it. It was just the beginning. “Jason, good to have you with us.” William declared, “Welcome aboard.”  I managed to whisper, “Thank you.”  “I know exactly how you feel.  Not long ago I was ‘in your shoes.’ Andy told me you may have something you want to share with the group. I understand your apprehension.” I felt betrayed.  Glaring at Andy I struggled to gather my composure.  This was a risky proposition. Could I trust a group of “strangers” with a secret I had kept from everyone until I blurted it out to Andy just an hour ago?  I asked for a bottle of water.  A lady, I later learned was William’s wife, gave me a bottle. My throat was parched.  I gulped down half the water. Shocking myself I stood up.  My legs were shaky, but I gained my “land legs.”  I coughed and cleared my throat. “William is right. I do have something I want to share with you. However this is new to me.  And it is scary for me. I am trusting all of you. I want to share something that no one except Andy knows. And even though we are best friends, he didn’t know this secret until this afternoon.”  Choosing to believe all William had said, I continued. “For over 5 years I have had been involved in an innocent activity that has become a destructive behavior. I thought I could control it, but I can’t. Now it has spilled over into almost every area of my life and is gradually ruining me.”  I surveyed each face. There were nods of understanding. Smiles of encouragement. Looks of compassion and reassurance. This was the moment. I decided now was the time and place to “come clean.”  To be continued

“Talk” again soon.

Serving God’s Way

Greetings!

“But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody,

It may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.”

Bob Dylan famously sang…well…mumbled those words.

I imagine when many of his fans first heard the lyrics they were astounded by the thought provoking insight and power of the chorus. That’sBob the Sagethey thought.

As time passed it was probably shocking, maybe even disappointing for many of his followers to learn that conclusion was not original to Dylan. Thousands of years earlier Jesus States the proposition this way: “No one can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.”(Matthew 6:24 NASB)

Eugene Peterson paraphrases that passage:  “You can’t worship two gods at once. Loving one god, you’ll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other. You can’t worship God and Money.”

Note the main them?  The big idea. You aren’t given the choice of what position you will fill.  While it is enticing to think that, “I am the captain of my ship; master of my fate,” that is not an option. The offer extended to you is not will you be the master of this or the master of that.  The decision for you to make is, will you be the slave to one or will you be the slave to the other.  You are self-deceived to imagine you will ever be anybody but a servant. You are not the one being served but the one serving. 

As you contemplate the choice and the implications of that decision,a role model would be useful. I introduce to you the Apostle Paul.  Like you,Paul was required to make the same tough decision. He reveals his decision to us. Repeatedly Paul identifies himself as a slave (bond servant) of the Lord Jesus Christ.  Check it out for yourself.  You find his declaration in Romans 1:1, Philippians 1:1, Titus 1:1. Confident that he had made the right decision, Paul then encourages us to imitate him. Literarily to follow in his footsteps. Paul invites us to follow him as he follows Christ, who declared, “I did not come to be served but, to serve, and to give my life a ransom for many.”Mark 10:45

As you serve someone you assume their agenda. That’s the job description of a slave. My friend Larry Wright used to say it this way.  “As Christians,our job title is impressive: Ambassador. Our job description, not so impressive: slave.”   This reality has huge implications for how you live your life.

If we are enslaved to Jesus, we need to know what is important to Him.What was Jesus’ agenda? Perhaps it might be valuable to first note what was not on His agenda. He was not here to be happy. He was not here to look out for Himself. He was not here to advance a political platform. He was not here to be successful by the world’s standards. Wow, He didn’t come in pursuit of the American Dream. That’s right, He came to advance His kingdom. To seek and save the lost. To proclaim the gospel. To care for people, especially the hurting. To obey the Fathers’ will. To reach out to all people.  

The bottom line, what matters to God and,therefore,should also matter to us are Lost people, His people,and His Word. As we make decisions about investing our time, energy, effort, and money serving His agenda becomes our “investment advisor.”

“Talk” again soon.

God is in Control, Part 2

Here is where we left off…….

Real life is complicated and does not lend itself to simple explanations. Circumstances and events aren’t always possible to reconcile with our sense of justice. Sometimes we might never know why things happen.  Why do people suffer? Why are there terrible, destructive natural disasters?  Why do people act in ways that are damaging not only to themselves, ruining their own life, but also ruining the lives of people around them? People they love. The list of questions seems never-ending. Often these questions lead us to what is in fact our fundamental question, “Why do bad things happen to good people?” Hey that would be a great book title. 

Be honest. Aren’t we really asking, “Why does God (if He exists) allow these calamities to happen?” Experience has taught me that fervently chasing and demanding an understandable resolution when there is none becomes very dangerous and comes with grave consequences. Good news. There is a surefire way avoid these pitfalls.

So we continue…..

Life is at times tough. As Mister Rogers observed, “Sometimes things don’t go right in the neighborhood.” When that happens, we want to make sense of “things”. So naturally we begin to ask questions. To be sure, it is important for us to ponder these difficult questions. However, in a search to find and understand these often-unknowable answers, we must at some point be willing to accept the fact there are many trials in our life that are indecipherable. We are talking about those questions that frequently begin with the word “WHY”. In those instances, “I don’t know” is the best answer. I am not advocating intellectual suicide. Or lazy indifference. Or stoic fatalism. But, in our determination to disentangle life’s mysteries, serious theological errors can easily take place. We can create a god in our own image. Have you ever caught yourself saying, “My God would never…”? Or have you met people who declared the “my God would never do that” proposition? By asserting that claim, he/she robs God of His supremacy, steals His sovereignty, diminishes His authority and strips Him of His glory. 

When life is inexplicable, perhaps out of misplaced loyalty, we feel an obligation to protect God’s reputation. Relax, God doesn’t need our protection. God does not need a defense attorney. Ecclesiastes 7:14 reads, “In the day of prosperity be happy, but in the day of adversity consider—God has made one as well as the other.” (NASB)

Consider Exodus 4:11, “Then the Lord asked Moses, “Who makes a person’s mouth? Who decides whether people speak or do not speak, hear or do not hear, see or do not see? Is it not I, the Lord?” (NLT)

This email was prompted by the classes I am studying as well as something I recently read.  In my reading the topic was joy. An author was suggesting how you go about finding and maintaining personal joy.  She offered many practical steps.  But she also “raised a few red flags.” She identified the attempt to understand suffering, hardship and trials as “joy robbers.” “Stoptrying to discover why” she wrote…”some answers are not to be found this side of heaven. Accept that God is in control.”                                                           

There is the answer…. GOD IS IN CONTROL.

The answer to confusion and fear is faith. Throughout the Bible God reveals His wisdom to us. There many examples--here is one. In Psalm 46:10 The Lord directs us to “Cease striving (be still) and know that I am God.” The footnote in my Bible tells me that word “cease” means to let go. Relax. Be calm. Trust me. It is a belief and trust in our God. Milton Vincent writes:

"For the gospel is the one great permanent circumstance in which I live and move; and every hardship in my life is allowed by God only because it serves His gospel purposes in me." (The Gospel Primer)

What you know trumps what you feel.  So, what is it you know?  What does the Bible teach us? When we dive into the Scriptures we come face to face with the God who is in absolute control.  He is sovereign.  He does as He pleases to accomplish His purposes. He is not an indifferent, detached passive Deity, but He is actively involved in our lives.  Romans 8:28 tells us, “And we knowthat God causes all things to work together for good for those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose….”  Next to that verse in my Bible I have written the word FACT.  That chapter continues by describing God’s love for us and His promise to be our constant Guide, Provider, and Protector.  Those are His promises to you.  Promises He will keep. He is yourShepherd and you shall not want.  You have and will have everything you need.

So our assignment is to search the Scriptures and discover what God says we can know: The facts. Begin to compile a list of those facts. Commit them to memory. Hide His promises in your heart. Pour over them again and again.  Meditate on his statutes day and night. Treasure them. Then when you encounter life’s challenges remember the wonderful promises made by an immutable God to the children He loves. The old hymn reduces it to a simple refrain: “Trust and obey for there is no other way to be happy in Jesus than trust and obey.”

Years ago, a friend sent me a framed plaque. Sandy has strategically positioned that picture on a bookshelf so every morning when I walk out the bedroom I have a daily reminder. It says, “Tom, Trust Me I Have Everything Under Control. Jesus.”

“Talk” again soon.

God is in Control, Part 1

Greetings!

When a friend learned I was spending most of my time at home, he correctly assumed I would have an increased amount of “free time.” To help me use that time productively he generously offered to enroll me in something known as “MastersClass”. MastersClass  is online classes covering a wide assortment of subjects such as, cooking, acting, playing tennis, shooting a basketball, photography, comedy and others. The instructors are professionals who have excelled in their area of expertise. The program is billed as “Learn from the Best. Anytime. Anywhere.”As I reviewed the courses being offered, I realized the benefit I could derive from enrolling in many of the studies.  It was a “no brainier.”  I moved fast and accepted his kind offer. 

Next, I sorted through the classes to determine the best place for me to begin.  Finally, I decided to simultaneously register for 2 classes. The first featured Malcom Gladwell.  The second was led by James Patterson.  While each would be a worthy “stand alone,” I thought there would be crossover benefit in working through both.  You know, two different views of the same subject. Both men were presenting a series of informal lectures covering the art/science of writing.  I am slowly navigating my way through the courses. The instruction has been as advertised--thought-provoking, useful and motivating.  

Much of the subject matter discusses what you would expect to find in a writing course: Discovering a subject that interests you, developing your original idea, tips on how to outline a story, engaging the reader, creating connections between words, sentence structure, use of humor, developing a vibrant and interesting plot, and so on. When completed the lectures are a comprehensive summary of the overall writing process.  

As I advanced through both series something caught my attention. I noticed a reoccurring theme.  Repeatedly Gladwell and Patterson returned to the importance of solid research.  They emphasized the need to dig deep into the subject and the characters, then encouraged me to dig deeper. Do your homework. Conduct interviews.  Explore. When possible visit a physical location to awaken your imagination.  Is there something going on “behind the scenes” that needs to emerge through the writing? Strive, the best you can, to understand your subject as thoroughly as possible. Also, they spoke of the importance to anticipate and answer the readers’ questions.

All that caused me to examine how my own thoughts progress.  Gradually I began to recognize a thought pattern that I have developed.  I want answers to every problem. The longer I thought about it, I determined I am not unique. Everyone wants answers to the predicaments we encounter. We want life to make sense. Think with me. Every news correspondent assigned to cover a tragic story first supplies us the details of the tragedy and what happened, but then the reporting seems incomplete without a demand to know whythe event happened.  Who is to blame for this awful calamity? How can we stop this from ever happening again? What can we do to make things right?

But real life is complicated and does not lend itself to simple explanations. Circumstances and events aren’t always possible to reconcile with our sense of justice. The truth is, sometimes we might never know why things happen.  Why do people suffer? Why are there terrible, destructive natural disasters?  Why do people act in ways that are damaging not only to themselves, ruining their own life, but also ruining the lives of people around them they love?  The list of questions seems never-ending. Often these questions lead us to what is in fact our fundamental question, “Why do bad things happen to good people?”  Hey that would be a great book title. 

Be honest. Aren’t we really asking, “Why does God (if He exists) allow these calamities to happen?” Experience has taught me that fervently chasing and demanding an understandable resolution when there is none becomes very dangerous with grave consequences. Good news. There is a surefire way avoid these pitfalls.

To be continued next time.

“Talk” again soon.

Just Be Nice

Greetings,

Accurately predicting the future is often a complicated venture; however, occasionally it is an easy endeavor.  For example, over the last two weeks weather experts have warned us to get prepared for the coming monsoon season.  Of course, they were right.  It arrived a few hours ago.  Trees down. Flash floods. Power outages. Minus the power outages, that has happened here in the desert every year since the beginning of time.  In this instance the past record guaranteed the prophecy’s accuracy. The prediction was correct, and no one was surprised.

While we Arizonians were busy gawking skyward astounded that water does indeed fall from the sky, it was the first measurable rainfall recorded at Sky Harbor Airport in 119 days, and the president was in Washington announcing his nominee for the Supreme Court.  Let’s play prophet. What will be the result from this confirmation process?  Unless something unexpected surfaces, I assume Judge Kavanaugh will be confirmed.  I predict the process will be an ugly, nasty, and an expensive battle.  

Both sides have been loading up for this debate since Justice Kennedy announced his intention to step down. Listen and you can already hear them presenting, no, shouting their arguments.  The rallying calls to fight, battle, combat, contest, do whatever it takes to win. These are the “marching orders” from both sides.  It has not always been this way. 

Do you know that in the summer of 1986 the Senate Judiciary committee and then the full Senate debated Judge Antonin Scalia's nomination only briefly, confirming him on a vote of 98–0 on September 17, 1986?  That was Scalia. Not one vote against him. Wait a minute, get this. Seven years later, August 3, 1993, Judge Ruth Bader Ginsburg was confirmed by the United States Senate with a 96 to 3 vote.  That was Ginsburg.  Only 3 no votes against her.  Do you think either of these confirmation votes would have had those same results today?  Not a chance. 

These times are different. We live in a highly volatile and contentious atmosphere.  This environment is dangerous.  Today almost every human communication has the potential to morph into an antagonistic, belligerent contact.  Disagreements can and frequently do escalate. Parents in fist fights at Little League games, flag football games, youth soccer matches. The scene is 2 adults, often parents (or even grandparents) of the players, standing at home plate nose to nose screaming at each other, or on the sidelines slugging it out. A spectacle on full display for other parents, family members, adults and sadly the kids to witness.  A kid from one team can be heard shouting to a kid from the other team, “My grandpa can beat up your grandpa.” The opponent shouts back “That’s nothing, my grandma can beat up your grandpa.”

Altercations erupt over a vacant parking spot, a position in the checkout line at the grocery store.  Mourners at a funeral challenge one another to “take it outside.” Churchgoers on Christmas Eve argue over the appropriateness of a Christmas tree in the sanctuary. NFL, NBA, NHL, MLB, Soccer fans scream insults at someone who is guilty of nothing more than wearing the opposing team’s “gear.” Fans provoke one another at college and high school sporting events. Students taunt classmates. Shoppers routinely behave rudely toward fellow customers.  

This is nuts.  I’m weary of what seems to be the fighting, arguing, and bickering over everything. Life feels so pressure packed.  Do you feel that way too?  With the looming Senate hearing I fear Bachman-Turner Overdrive was right, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

If you didn’t sense all this before you opened my email by now you do.  You could easily be overwhelmed by the current setting.  I worry this is the “new normal.” Running away and hiding sounds like an attractive strategic plan. Circumstances feel out of control, or at least beyond your control. “What possible difference can you make?” Do you want to serve a role in reversing or slowing the downward spiral?  Here is an answer.  Being “salt and light” to your world is a good place to start. You won’t need to go searching for opportunities to change the tone of the discourse. The openings will come to you. I promise. 

During the next few months as you interact with those in your sphere of influence determine to become a model of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22).  

Just be nice. 

“Talk” again soon.

Independence Day

Greetings,

    The 4th of July has always been my least favorite holiday.  I enjoy it even less than Arbor Day.  Don’t get me wrong, I esteem and appreciate what we commemorate; but heat, the crowds, the mosquitoes…Yuck.   John Adams recognized not just the importance of the signing of the Declaration but he also he seemed to anticipate its significance to future citizens.  My version of the story goes like this.

    One evening shortly after signing the historic document Adams was at home relaxing.  There was a knock on the door. “Abigail you get that” he shouted. But the knocking persisted. “Abigail. Abigail.”  She was nowhere to be found.  His rest interrupted, grudgingly he moved to the door. His frustration grew with each step.  When he heatedly swung open the door there was cousin Samuel.  Seeing Samuel quickly changed John’s mood.  From early childhood the two had been close buddies. They shared so much in common. Their taste in food, agriculture, literature.  And books; oh my how they loved to read, explore new places and ideas. After independently reading they would spending hours conversing about what they had learned. Perhaps because of that common interest they felt drawn to civil action.  Politics.  Both were signers of the Declaration.    

    In fact, Samuel’s visit was motivated by his wish to celebrate that event.  Samuel was there to commemorate the completion of the long, tedious process that had recently produced the signing of The Declaration of Independence.  To celebrate the moment Samuel had brought along a freshly brewed batch of John’s favorite ale.  Noticing Samuel’s gift, John devised a plan.  They would pour two mugs, move their chairs closer to the television and watch the World Cup.  Immediately their conversation began with the 2 of them firing questions at some apparently invisible third guest?  “How did Iceland qualify, and the U. S. A. couldn’t’?”  They suddenly were shouting. Finally, they calmed down.  The explanation became obvious.  A lack of time to prepare.  “We are new to this. Surely by 2018 things will be different.” Mugs were raised, and toasts were made to the future of USA soccer.

    Samuel left leaving John alone to think.  He wondered if future generations would appreciate what this group of men had accomplished. After all, they had risked their lives in the process.  Benjamin Franklin (the oldest signer of the Declaration) famously had declared "We must, indeed, all hang together or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately." Over the next week or so John continued to grapple with how the future generation would remember these events.  While away he wrote home to Abigail summarizing his thoughts. He wrote:  (this part is true)

    “I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty; it ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.”Talk about vision. He pretty much nailed it.  Just remove the “solemn acts of devotion” and substitute with drinking kegs of beer and a hot dog eating contest. 

    This is where it might get a bit corny.  This is a great nation.  That fact is, at least partly the cause behind many of our problems today.  Ok--time to do the obligatory disclaimer.  The country is not perfect.  Spoiler alert….it never will be. Oh, by the way it never was. Despite the flaws, thousands of people are drawn to this country, willing to risk everything they own, even separation of family to get here. Undeniably many are still inspired by the principles and goals articulated in that founding document. The opportunities resulting from the pursuit of the “Founders” dream is a magnet to those from around the world.  

    So, I have a suggestion. Aside from all the traditional ways we celebrate this day, maybe this year we can begin a new tradition.  Let’s commit to seeking a path of mutual benefit not mutual destruction.   How do we do this?  I’m not totally certain.  There is one thing I do know.  You can read for yourself in 1 Timothy 2:1-2.  There Paul writes, “First of all, then, I urge that entreaties and prayers, petitions and thanksgivings be made on behalf of all men, all kings and all who are in authority, so we may lead a tranquil and quiet life in all godliness and dignity.”  
 
    One author paraphrases the verse this way: “The first thing I want you to do is pray. Pray every way you know how, for everyone you know. Pray especially for rulers and their governments to rule well so we can be quietly about our business of living simply, in humble contemplation. This is the way our Savior God wants us to live.” That sounds very refreshing and revitalizing to me.

    “Talk” again soon.

Seeing God in His Creation

Greetings!

On May 25th Sandy and I celebrated our 6thwedding anniversary.  It’s ok. You missed your opportunity to send a gift card or a present, but now you have more than sufficient warning for next year.  

That morning Sandy gave me a book titled “3 Minute Devotions for Men”.   Don’t be misled by the title.  It could easily have been called “3 Minute Devotions for Men, Women and Students.”  There is a simple pattern to each day’s reading.  A scripture, the author’s thoughts on the passage and a closing prayer.

I have attached one of the devotionals.  It seems perfect for the vacation season (really it is appropriate for any time of year). This summer whether you find yourself in the Northeast, the Midwest, in the mountains, or at the beach, pondering what follows should be helpful as you observe the world around you.  It is short in length but long in substance.  Enjoy.

Reading Challenge

I am writing this note to you on Memorial Day.  This is a day set aside to honor the men and women who gave their life in the service of our country. However, in a far less significant way, Memorial Day has also become the “unofficial” start of summer.  So, among other things, it is now permissible to begin wearing those white shoes and clothing. Summer makes me think ….school is out, it is almost watermelon season, the beach, the mountains, the value of air conditioning, finding a tree to park under, you get the point.  You can construct your own list.  

One activity that has become part of my summers is reading. Traditionally it has become a time for authors, especially fiction writers, to release their newest work. I have a challenge for you. Make the summer of 2018 the summer of reading.  I will even give you a target. Read three books over this season. 

Here are 3 suggestions.  In June reread a book that you enjoyed.  It made you laugh, cry, remember, contemplate a topic, want to “dig” deeper on a subject, inspired you.  It will be like reconnecting with an old friend.

July is the month you will finally read that book you purchased awhile ago and it has been resting on your desk or night stand waiting for you to explore her.  That book represents a $25 investment you made. Now is the time to reap the benefit of that investment.

Throughout June and July, you are actively searching for that book you will read in August.  You can ask friends, colleagues, family members, searching the internet for ideas and suggestions.  Ask people what they are reading.  Solicit from people books that had an impact on them.

I realize some of you are voracious readers, a book a month is already your habit.  Doing this is no big deal. But the reality is, many of you simply read very little or not at all. This challenge sounds like climbing Mount Everest. I know you can do this.  Let me show you this is very doable.  I will give you a path. Here is the math.  Can you knock out 10 pages a day?  Can you devote 15 minutes daily to this endeavor?  Sure you can. The average book is 300 pages.  Well 10 pages per day for 30 days (a month) is 300 pages. There you go that is a book a month. See you can do this.

Please accept this challenge. Then let me know what you are reading and what you learned. I guess I am asking you for a mini book report.

My intention is to communicate with you every couple of weeks.  If you have friends you think might be interested in receiving these musings please invite them to email their contact information to Sharon at sharon@prioritylivingaz.org. She will add them to our mailing list.  

We will “talk” again soon.