Friday, January 15, 2021

THE PEG

Isaiah 22:25 (ESV): In that day, declares the LORD of hosts, the peg that was fastened in a secure place will give way, and it will be cut down and fall, and the load that was on it will be cut off.

Several years ago, I started substitute teaching to supplement my family income. I continue to do so at a local high school. My ministry began with training teenagers, then transitioned to developing adults—it now seems only natural that I should be regularly involved with young people again. I have discovered they like hanging out with old people. They like our stories (if told briefly) and they appreciate a genuine interest in their stories, both the funny and sad, the pleasant and tragic.

Because of past involvement in education and administration, many career educators like discussing various issues with me. I arrived one morning at school and a member of the support staff wondered about my background. His child had recently been in a class and thought my comments beneficial. He asked about my education. I responded that my field of study concentrated on religion and philosophy with supplemental studies in public speaking. This led him to ask if I had read a book he was presently reading, written by a scholarly theologian. I had not. The book focused primarily on sociological/politological/anthropological notions. The staff member described to me some of the findings and conclusions, deeply enmeshed in science more than scripture, and wanted my opinion. I considered the author’s analyses built on a platform different than mine.

In the brief time available, I stated: “I believe that in the DNA of all humans we are religious, meaning we have a natural propensity to worship something. Some worship the intangible, others worship the tangible and most worship elements of both. In the ’50s, some worshipped Elvis Presley; in the ’60s, many worshiped The Beatles; in the ’70s, several worshipped hallucinogenic drugs.

"There are many wonderful benefits connected to worship. However, some types of worship can be harmful when passionately practiced; they can damage the human psyche—celebrity fame, physical allure, sexual obsession, monetary affluence, assertive power.

“In all religions, there is an object of worship and something that triggers it, a high priest of some sort. Follow this train of thought: If Judaism or Christianity is your religion, the high priest that triggers worship is scripture, and the object of worship is God.

"The chief object of worship in the American democratic experiment is a faith in the one true God, utilizing covenant phrases such as, ‘one nation under God’ and ‘In God we trust’. In 1968, this country changed religions, caused mostly by the unrest and frustration with the nation’s involvement in the Vietnam War.* This modern religious replacement is actually based on ideas coming out of the 16th Century Enlightenment era.

“Where does this nation find herself today? Her religion is Secularism, the high priest triggering worship is science, and the object of worship is self.

"The Me Generation (my generation) started the shift that now challenges traditional liberties and values. The question we face today is: Have we come to the point of no return? It normally takes three generations to permanently alter cultural values and we are in the third generation since 1968. I will let you come to your own conclusion.”

I recently read something penned by E. Stanley Jones, onetime Wesleyan missionary to India: “If God goes, then everything worthwhile goes too. Everything lacks basis, permanence, and ultimate meaning. The whole situation is summed up in these words: ‘And then—so the Lord of hosts declares—the peg driven in so firmly shall be wrenched out and give way, till everything that hung upon it shall come down’ (Isaiah 22:25 Moffatt). When the peg of material civilization upon which we have hung everything is wrenched out by economic dislocation and gives way, then everything we have hung on it—our plans, our hopes, our futures—gives way with it and goes down in a crash. We have hung everything on the wrong peg, the insecure peg of money. That peg should have been God; for, as God holds amid the stress of things, everything holds."

It is not easy today to choose faith in God because the basis of existence has changed from the traditional (things evaluated) to the scientific (things weighed and measured). In the traditional realm, you evaluate what was passed on from generation to generation and determined true, but in the scientific climate, everything must be weighed and measured and verified as true because science believes only in verified knowledge. Can the information we live by be solely a verified knowledge when the understanding of life is an evaluated hypothesis? This is an impossible dualism.

Jones concludes by writing, “The pegs on which we have hung our modern civilization are coming down. A 'sensate society' (a society formulated by the scenes) has exhausted itself against the facts of life; it is becoming bankrupt.”

Then what is the answer? Where does one turn when it is determined that society has become culturally bankrupt? Where does one find hope, which is critical for living with certainty, calmness, and confidence? Where does one gain peace when the basis of human existence is now built only on a verified knowledge instead of rooted in an evaluated hypothesis? Where does one search for truth when science, the current benchmark for knowledge, appears laid on unstable ground, only temporal, having conclusions often proven untrue by better details and more exact evidence?

The ancient prophet Isaiah gave God’s solution just two verses before his warning: “And I will fasten him like a peg in a sure place, and he will become a throne of honor to his father’s house.” (v.23)

The place made sure is the crucified Christ who was nailed to a cross and resurrected as the everlasting truth.

“We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever….” (Hebrews 6:19–20 ESV)

Pray for divine grace and tender mercy to be upon the nation, pray for a revival in the church and a spiritual awakening throughout the land (it happened before; it can happen again), but let the Holy Spirit fasten you to the sure place of Jesus Christ, who is seated on his throne in the Heavenly Father’s kingdom—the place of everlasting hope. Make sure your hang your hope on the Peg in a sure place.

*The upheaval brewing in the ’60s is also linked to the 1963 sensational singing group The Beatles, the precursor of worship displacement. When Beatlemania became a religion, the high priest that triggered worship was sensual music, and the object of worship was utopia. Beatlemania (the urge for utopia) and Vietnam (an unwarranted war) created the perfect dislodging force working against tradition.

**For those who like to ponder and think, three books can help give a more in-depth reading on the subject. I recommend they be read in this order: Mark Sayers’ books The Road Trip and Strange Days, followed by Os Guinness’ book Last Call for Liberty. Warning: This is not bedstand reading material, browsed when weary and wishing to sleep. Your thinking cap is required. 

Monday, December 21, 2020

REALISM

One of the odd irregularities of believing in Christ is that the greatest realist in history was turned into the greatest idealist. Jesus’ realism was so amazing that believers did not know what to do with it. They knew they had to act on it or reject it but could not bring themselves to do either, so they found a way to do both. They learned a way to abide in Christ and continue in the old manner of living. He was made into an ideal; something that would be lived someday but not now. They satisfied a sense of loyalty to a higher calling while living in the realm of lower standards. Jesus was put on a cross of irrelevance for today but of significance for tomorrow.

Many have adopted abiding with Christ as an ideal, something beyond this life, operative now only in small ways. The result? Abundant life is limited and marginalized.

What is misunderstood is that this idealism is nothing more than concealed materialism; the present becomes divorced from the future. Abiding in Christ is relegated to a future hope and thought spiritual, while daily living remains present and controlled by the material.

Jesus was incredibly real, but people have made faith in him an ideal. When he said to love your neighbor as yourself, most made this a future goal, an ideal. But Jesus meant it to be real, to live like this now. He was telling us this is the only way that life will really work. If our lifestyle remains self-centered, we are committing collective and individual suicide, and the world falls apart from our failure to live out this truth. Sincere love for others can only begin with those who first love the God of sacrificial love.

Jesus also said we are to lose ourselves to find ourselves. This is not idealism; it is realism, one of the basics of real life. When we lose ourselves, abiding in Christ merges the present with the future and becomes realistic. Until believers humble themselves, the realism others must see is only idealized, and the world grows increasingly chaotic. The time is past due for lovers of God to live in real faith. He merged the present with the future and abiding in Christ demands we do the same.

“Lord, save us from any misguided ideals about faith that act like heroin, distorting reality and causing us to evade truth and responsibility.”

Saturday, December 12, 2020

GIVE ME!

Matthew 14:1–11 (ESV): At that time Herod the tetrarch heard about the fame of Jesus, and he said to his servants, “This is John the Baptist. He has been raised from the dead; that is why these miraculous powers are at work in him.” For Herod had seized John and bound him and put him in prison for the sake of Herodias, his brother Philip’s wife, because John had been saying to him, “It is not lawful for you to have her.” And though he wanted to put him to death, he feared the people, because they held him to be a prophet. But when Herod’s birthday came, the daughter of Herodias danced before the company and pleased Herod, so that he promised with an oath to give her whatever she might ask. Prompted by her mother, she said, “Give me (emphasis mine) the head of John the Baptist here on a platter.” And the king was sorry, but because of his oaths and his guests, he commanded it to be given. He sent and had John beheaded in the prison, and his head was brought on a platter and given to the girl, and she brought it to her mother

Luke 15:11–20 (ESV): And he said, “There was a man who had two sons. And the younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me (emphasis mine) the share of property that is coming to me.’ And he divided his property between them. Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took a journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in reckless living. And when he had spent everything, a severe famine arose in that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs. And he was longing to be fed with the pods that the pigs ate, and no one gave him anything. “But when he came to himself, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have more than enough bread, but I perish here with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Treat me as one of your hired servants.”’ And he arose and came to his father.

Allow me to share a story before delving into some reflections on these two passages of Scripture.

My wife and I wanted to establish a new church on the west side of a city where my denomination had not formed a congregation. Among other things, this included being a bi-vocational minister.

I was a substitute teacher at a local high school and befriended the vice-principle who was the athletic director. He discovered I had previously coached boys’ basketball.

Occasionally, the athletic director and I would golf together. While on a golf course one day, he asked if I would consider coaching a girls’ volleyball team? My oldest son played high school basketball in a northwest suburb of Chicago and my youngest son played volleyball at the same school. (I also had played both sports in my teen years.) Yet, I had never coached girls and was apprehensive. I agreed to attend an upcoming girls’ volleyball match and then decide. Watching the game, I noticed the girls were just as athletic and aggressive as my son’s volleyball team. The only difference was when the girls lost the match they cried; I had never seen boys cry when they lost. (“There’s no crying in [volleyball]!”; the movie, “A league of their own”)

When discussing with my wife his invitation to coach, she responded, “Well, you love the sport; think about it.” When I asked my two daughters what they thought about me coaching a girls’ team, my youngest daughter responded, “Dad, you raised two daughters. You can deal with a bunch of teenage girls.” With personal reservations, I told the athletic director I would give it a try.


Our two daughters

The first season was a nightmare, but the problem was with me. I used every tactic that helped turn boys’ basketball players into winning teams; the same tactics were a disaster in girls’ volleyball. By good fortune rather than by skillful coaching, the first season ended with the team winning more than half of their matches and the athletic director wanted me to continue coaching. I seriously doubted that I was cut out to coach girls.

During the off-season, I came across an article in a coaching magazine, written by a female coach, about effectively coaching girls. I studied every concept, revamped my methodology, and prepared for the next season. The team in the second season played 28 matches and won 25. Of the 3 they lost, the match went into the tiebreaking set and they only lost by a couple of points. The girls ended the season by winning the championship.


Championship Team 

One major difference in coaching boys and girls is that girls have a natural drive to please those they deeply admire, while boys primarily seek to promote themselves. Girls respond best when affirmed; boys respond best by ego-challenging criticism. When the boys messed up, I was direct and intense. I was brutally honest about their horrible execution of plays, and their minds quickly got back in the game. When the girls under-performed, I became subdued and silent. They knew they had disappointed me and wanted to regain my trust and respect. They made the necessary mental adjustments, intensified their efforts on the court, and achieved success. At a team meeting one day, a player said, “Coach, we hated it when you got quiet on the sidelines; we knew the practices were going to be harder the following week.” Both approaches got the needed results but were accomplished by utilizing their core genetic makeup. Girls are highly motivated but from a different focus and mindset.

The passages of Scripture in this blog are about two prodigals – a prodigal daughter and a prodigal son. Like all prodigals, they sought the same thing: “give me!” The focus of any prodigal is always themselves; “self” is the idol of choice.

Is it wrong to want to gain and acquire something personally beneficial? No! Yet in the prayer Jesus taught his disciples, he states that the correct posture is “give us”; others are to share in the blessings from those things given.

Prodigals, infatuated with greed, are only satisfied when the cost impacts others. Their joy is a joy of personal advantage, no matter the harm inflicted on others, even good and generous people. Their joy is a sick joy – wanting the head of a great person, even though they dislike the sight of it on a platter in front of them. Their joy is a sad joy – taking advantage of a benevolent person so they can live in debauchery. Prodigals are ruthless about achieving their selfish desires, and, to them, cruelty is a major part of the satisfaction.

Did the daughter really want a messy decapitated head on a tray? No, she wanted to attain greater admiration from her wicked mother. Did the son really want some nasty, smelly slop in a pig pen? No, he wanted to gain the entitlements of his righteous father. Yet a grotesque head and a gnawing stomach are the results of seeking self-centered admiration and chasing glory-seeking promotion.

Being raised by a bad mother, the prodigal daughter never recognized the poor condition of her heart. Being raised by a good father, the prodigal son turned around and went home. Prodigals have a choice if awakened about the truth of their aspirations. Yet, to bring them back to their senses something or someone must rouse them. Could that someone be you?

“Lord, prevent us from bowing to the idol of self and help us to live with right and true ambitions. Then may others benefit from the abundant blessings you give. Also, Lord, give us the courage to show the prodigals the road home, the way of real joy.”

Friday, September 4, 2020

What on earth is goin' on?

One of the recurring questions on the lips of people today is “What on earth is goin’ on?” The question can be examined through many lenses. Here is a perspective for you to ponder.

Grand Hotel, Mackinac Island

Studies of civilizations show a recurring pattern: no country has been able to sustain its fame. The great empires and nations of antiquity in Europe, the Near East, the Middle East, and North Africa had a tipping point often in their second century, a time in which the United States finds herself. These civilizations saw their prominence reduced by inward flaws instead of outside invasions. Has America come to its tipping point, and, if so, when did it start?

A society’s ascent to greatness is recognized for bonding, sacrifice, and stability. Included are periods of conflict that help clarify basic tenets rather than collapse the underlying culture. After a tipping point, the years of descent become known for demands, clashes, and chaos. The conflicts convert into animosity and contempt, designed for ruin.

My hope has always been for the United States to break the cycle, that her national constitution, rooted in equality and justice for everyone, and her dependence on the one True God, would show the world a better option. As a country whose pledge is “under God” and whose currency is “in God we trust”, I hoped other nations would witness a society continually moving upward, instead of eventually heading downward. What is presently occurring makes me wonder if the established cycle of history is still intact.

If this nation has reached the tipping point when was it? Did it just happen, or did it take place in an earlier period? Tipping points normally occur earlier and are identified after the consequences surface. Current events look more like the outcome of an earlier decision, a possible tipping point for this nation.

The slide downward may have started in 1968 with the unveiling of the “Me Generation” – rooted in rebellion, selfishness, arrogance, and greed. The values and standards of the United States changed drastically. The days of bonding, sacrifice, and stability were challenged by demands, clashes, and chaos. And the seeds of demands, clashes, and chaos planted in the ‘60s could be what is now blossoming, boosted with composts of ruthless brutality.

What spurred on the change? In the late ‘60s and early ‘70s, the campuses of leading Universities and Colleges chose to establish the study of humanity upon the bedrock of intolerant and assertive liberalism – the notion that a select class can better rule all the lower classes, that only the arrogant and egotistical can manage the wellbeing of the humble and chaste. The generations schooled in this model of learning were indoctrinated more than instructed.

Research reveals changed beliefs and practices takes generations, not just years, to implement. What is being witnessed today are three generations schooled in a train of thought conflicting with the nation’s earlier moorings.

The hatred currently being expressed throughout the land was caused when the voters at the last election reignited the earlier rule of governance – governance by “we the people” instead of by “we the ruling class.” In the last few years, the nation has once again experienced the ideals of her original forefathers, unsettling the agenda of elitism.

In the earliest days of Israel’s history, the leader Moses laid before the nation a covenant of blessing (a type of constitution) and informed them what would occur if they walked away from the agreement. Near the end of the written arrangement, he declared, “I have set before you life and death…. Choose life….” (Deuteronomy 30:19)

When Israel reached her tipping point, God gave them opportunities to remember their legacy through prophets like Isaiah, Ezekiel, and Jeremiah. They were retold their purpose and challenged to stay true to their reason-for-being. If they were willing, the ability for Israel to turn around was possible. The warnings went unheeded and she tumbled into bondage.

Is this where America finds herself? The presidential candidates and political agendas of the two leading parties could hardly be more different; they are poles apart from one another. The outcome of the upcoming election will reflect what the majority of her citizens embrace, and the nation will end up living under the far-reaching outcomes of the ballot.

Is this the tipping point of just another great nation of the world, or is it a defining moment strengthening her foundation of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

Everyone believes what they will; they should declare their opinion at the polls, not on the streets. People must find out what the nation now accepts and adheres to so they can better prepare for the opportunities or the consequences that lay ahead. My hope for the United States is for her to still be a nation under God, trusting in him – in other words, for the voters to choose life. We shall see!

Pray for God’s blessing and keep your trust fully in him.

Silent Night Chapel, Frankenmuth, Michigan