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Sunday, February 26, 2006

another happy sunday

So technically the sabbath isn't on Sunday, but work with me here, OK? Isaiah writes
...if you call the Sabbath a delight and the Lord's holy day honorable,and if you honor it by not going your own way and not doing as you please or speaking idle words, then you will find your joy in the Lord... (from Isaiah 58.13-14)
but what exactly does that mean to someone living under the new covenant? Our teaching pastor says that once a week you ought to have a "joy day". Maybe I did that yesterday, but I decided to have some fun today. I made pancakes this morning. Another activity was the hour spent on my blog entry earlier today. Now after writing that, I did something joyless -- finding documents for the tax man. But I found what I needed, and that desire accomplished was sweet to my soul, so maybe that's an OK "joy day" activity.

The next fun thing was... going to the apartment of some dear friends from church. We looked at the study guide from our church -- today's sermon being about the Holy Spirit -- and had a wonderful time together. We talked about the question of how we follow the Holy Spirit more closely. Pastor Frank said this morning that we need to be good listeners. I told 'em that this is very hard for me, because the things I do to listen well to someone in front of me are -- lean forward, ask questions, empathize, etc. -- which I don't do when trying to listen to God, because nothing is visible, and usually nothing is audible. And how can we tell when God is talking anyway? It may be true that it's like a mother talking to her children, but I feel like I'm usually not sure. I ask for wisdom (which James tells us God will give, when or especially when in the midst of a trial), I try to make myself neutral if there's a decision to be made, I seek counsel -- but at the end I think we have to say, "Well, I asked for wisdom and sought it and as far as I can tell, God guided and this is OK."

I mentioned Abraham and Hagar and how maybe he was culpable, but that I have a real hard time blaming him. He had a promise from God, a common cultural means by which to participate in that promise, and... three thousand plus years later, preachers are saying he should have consulted God. I'm not so sure!

At some point in there I said that when we (the lovely Carol and I) pray together, I often say, "Lord, you are powerful and good, but I am weak and easily distracted." They were surprised -- they didn't think I was easily distracted.

Well, it might be nice to hear people think I'm such a saint, but it brings me more joy to share with them, no, we're alike in our weaknesses. I might know more (or fewer) Bible verses than you do, and maybe I've been at this longer (or shorter) than you have, but we've all got weaknesses and struggles. We all fail every day at something or another. Which reminds me of a prayer I read once:
Lord, I've done pretty good today.
I didn't get mad or impatient with anyone
I didn't covet or lust after anything
I've done pretty well.
But now I'm about to get out of bed, Lord, so please help me through the rest of the day.
I thought at first it was like the prayer of the proud Pharisee (Luke 18.10)... 'til I got to the last line!

Carol and Sheri were at an Irish dance performance, and I thought they'd be home before me... but no... so I called. Sheri was lobbying for some corn-bread to go with the chili. So I made some. That was fun too.

Well, I'm going to quit here. I had a wonderful day. I hope you did too.

Monday, July 31, 2006

What does it mean, stumbling block?

Romans 14 begins with the exhortation to accept each other:
Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. One man's faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him.
Romans 14.1-3
Paul goes on to give some other examples. Do you mow your lawn on Sunday, for example? One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. (14.5)

There are Christians today who talk about keeping the Sabbath, as though the commandment were in force for us today. While agreeing enthusiastically that it is a great idea to take a "joy day" or a day off once a week, I am very unhappy about the insinuation that doing so is a biblical command in force for Christians today.
First of all, what is the Sabbath? Is it any day you feel like? Is it Sunday? In the book of Exodus we read of a man gathering wood on the Sabbath. If the Sabbath could be any day you like, that guy could have said, "Oh, I took my Sabbath yesterday."

No, the Sabbath would be a particular day of the week, and I have no reason to believe that the rabbis would have distorted that. That day would be the period from sunset Friday until sunset Saturday.

Of course, the other thing about the Sabbath is passages like this one that says we are free to consider any arbitrary day as being more or less sacred than any other -- so long as we don't impose that on anyone else. That's where I take issue with people who say the commandment is still in effect.
The other thing I wanted to mention about this chapter was this "stumbling block" thing.
Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother's way. As one who is in the Lord Jesus, I am fully convinced that no food is unclean in itself. But if anyone regards something as unclean, then for him it is unclean. If your brother is distressed because of what you eat, you are no longer acting in love. Do not by your eating destroy your brother for whom Christ died. Do not allow what you consider good to be spoken of as evil. For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit, because anyone who serves Christ in this way is pleasing to God and approved by men. Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification.
Romans 14.13-19
This passage has been applied to drinking wine, but I have never understood how that is supposed to work.

But before that, I'll note that the point of this paragraph is that we should love one another (rather than passing judgment) and do the things that lead to peace and mutual edification. OK, so within that context, is this saying "If any members of a particular denomination would notice you drinking wine, smoking (anything), going to movies (etc.) and cluck their tongues, you shouldn't do any of those things"?

I don't think so! The passage says "If your brother is distressed," whereas some tongue-clickers seem positively thrilled at the chance to do what they do. And it says "Do not destroy your brother," and I don't see that having a glass of wine and going to the movies would destroy anyone.

That said, to minister to people of this particular tongue-clucking bent, I would probably choose to limit myself in the spirit of peace and mutual edification. Why give people things to talk about, is what I mean.

I did hear of an example with real destructive potential, but I've got to go to work now, so I'll have to tell you about it later.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Joy Day / Happy Sunday

That's today. What's a Sabbath supposed to be about? I've heard or read a bunch of different concepts: to be silent and think only about God; not to drive anywhere or turn on the lights or cook; to do things that bring joy. Here's what Isaiah says:
If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath
and from doing as you please on my holy day,
if you call the Sabbath a delight
and the Lord's holy day honorable,
and if you honor it by not going your own way
and not doing as you please or speaking idle words,
then you will find your joy in the Lord,
and I will cause you to ride on the heights of the land
and to feast on the inheritance of your father Jacob.
Isaiah 58:13-14
So I think I'm doing part of that, but certainly not all. If I were in the desert during those forty years, I would certainly be stoned, but we're not living back then; as Paul says, One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. (Romans 14:5). Here's my Sunday:
  • Went to church last night, and heard John's excellent (if pre-recorded) sermon, "It all goes back in the box" (I think he has a book of the same title... yep). So I don't actually have to go out of the house at all this morning in order to have heard a sermon this weekend, or worship with my brothers and sisters in Christ.
  • In what I hope isn't excessive vanity, I looked at the November lineup from my essay collection and found this essay (not a bad one IMO), which reminded me of some important things and made me feel happy.
  • Friends are coming for lunch to help me celebrate my birthday. I turned 33 (hex), and I enjoyed preparing the food. In a few minutes I'll throw my marinated beef onto the Weber -- it'll take some time to cook, because it's cut into such small pieces.
  • I opened a bottle of French wine, about 7 years old. Very nice stuff.
  • and yes, we do have a jar of kim chee (that's how we spelled it when I was growing up in Hawaii)
So there has already been some joy today, thinking about the love of Jesus, the pleasure of friends' company, and sensual delights to come. I'm not sure how this matches with what Isaiah said about the sabbath (particularly the part about going my own way), but a joy and a delight? I think yes to that part.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

What is the Sabbath?

We heard a great message on "freedom from hurry" which asked, among other things, "What is the Sabbath?" Several definitions were offered, which I'll recap briefly, and then offer my current view. Here's a list:
  1. Sunset Friday to sunset Saturday;
  2. A day for religious stuff;
  3. A period when certain specified practices should not be done
    One of the old "blue laws," in some jurisdiction or other, prohibited the sale of soda water on Sundays. Apparently the ice cream parlors, not wanting to lose a whole lot of business, created something which had the ingredients of an ice cream soda, but without the soda; they called it an "ice cream sundae."
My own view is something like parts of #2 and #3, with some changes.
  • First, following Romans 14:5 and Colossians 2:16, a sabbath day is something you can observe or not. It's a good idea, even a great idea, to take a day off every week, but as Paul says, you don't have to.
  • It's a time to cease from our own work. A weekly day of ceasing is a picture of the lasting sabbath-rest mentioned in Hebrews 4:9-11: "anyone who enters God's rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his." Was God finished with creation when he rested on the seventh day in Genesis 2? Of course not! But on the seventh day he stopped: "Done for now."
I'd like to expand a little more on that one. At a recent men's retreat, we heard this brilliant and heretofore unpublished paraphrase of the first several commandments.
I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of slavery--you are no longer slaves and your identity is no longer rooted in productivity, but in your relationship to me. Therefore, worship only me. Do not worship idols, Do not misuse my name. And to remind you that your work does not define you, I command you not to work one day a week. It will be for you a weekly reminder that you are no longer a slave. It will be a reminder that you are mine, you are made in my image, in the image of the one who rested secure in my own identity. It will be for you a protest against the world which wishes to measure your worth by your productivity. I am the basis of your identity, your work can never define you.
Chris James, 15 March 2009
And if the point is to remind ourselves of our identity in God (and not in our work) and to say, "work is done for now," it makes sense to say, if you're going to take a sabbath, why not have an ice cream soda, or a glass of wine? Why not listen to music you enjoy, take a long drive, or whatever else is aimed at enjoying blessings from God rather than being "productive"?

I think part of the controversy in modern times about what mustn't be done on the sabbath may be related to Isaiah 58:13-14, where God promises a reward
[i]f you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath
and from doing as you please on my holy day,
if you call the Sabbath a delight
and the Lord's holy day honorable,
and if you honor it by not going your own way
and not doing as you please or speaking idle words
This makes it sound like we should not just do what we feel like -- have an ice cream soda or glass of wine, listen to music we like, take a long drive or whatever. If that's so, how to reconcile that with what I wrote above? Do we say, "Old Testament, we can ignore it"? I don't think it's quite that simple, but more to the point here, I don't think that's what the passage is saying.

First, and you probably knew I was going to say this, let's look around that passage and see what the main point is he's trying to make. If we read the whole chapter, we see God complaining about people who follow religious rituals but do all sorts of evil: exploit their workers(3), quarrel(4), punch each other(4), do injustice(6), ignore the hungry and homeless(7), oppression and gossip(9), this sort of thing. That's the theme of the whole chapter.

Then there's that phrase "your own way." When Isaiah writes about someone's "own way", what does he mean? Have you heard the chorus in Handel's Messiah that begins, "All we like sheep"? It's from (no surprise) Isaiah, the 53rd chapter. People involved with the Navigators memorize Isaiah 53:6 as part of their "basic training." It says: "All of us like sheep have gone astray; each of us has turned to his own way, but the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all to fall on him" (New American Standard, approximately). The NIV has:
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
Isaiah 53:6 (NIV)
When each of us turns to "his own way", that's pretty clearly talking about sin. Here are the other places I could find where Isaiah used the phrase "own way":
  • They are shepherds who lack understanding; they all turn to their own way, each seeks his own gain
    56:11
  • They have chosen their own ways, and their souls delight in their abominations; so I also will choose harsh treatment for them and will bring upon them what they dread.
    66:3-4
The way Isaiah uses that phrase elsewhere suggests, but doesn't prove, that "going your own way" means "sin". But that plus the rest of the chapter is a pretty strong indication that it really does mean that here.

One more indicator, that came to mind as I wrote this: in another passage quoted by John the Baptist (and by Handel in The Messiah) Isaiah writes:
A voice of one crying in the wilderness: "Prepare the way of the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
Isaiah 40:3 (NKJV)
Here again, looking at all of chapter 40 (or NIV), the theme is a contrast between God and man. All flesh is like grass; the grass withers, but the word of our God endures forever (6-8). God is the master of the universe (12) with wisdom and justice (14), but men worship idols (18-20). God never tires (28) but men grow weary (30).

It's not much of an exaggeration to say that the contrast between the way of the Lord (Isaiah 40:3, RSV, NKJV) vs our "own way" (53:6, 58:14, etc.) is the major theme of chapters 40-66.

And so when Isaiah talks about not going your "own way" on the Sabbath, he means "not sinning"; he doesn't mean we can't have an ice cream soda! The important thing is to take time off of "work" -- and don't sin (and be especially careful not to abuse or oppress people).

So if you take a Sabbath, enjoy it! You really can celebrate and take a "joy day"! In Jesus' name.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

A Happy Easter

Easter Sunday is rather a mob scene at our church. The parking lot is full, as are nearby parking lots and on-street parking. If you're patient and don't mind idling your car for a few minutes, you can probably circle, vulture-like, and get a reasonably close spot between services.

We had talked about riding our bicycles, but one of our teens wanted to wear a skirt and no, bicycling in a skirt was a non-starter as far as she was concerned. How long would it take to walk? Too long.

But! If you take about a mile off the walk, by taking the train from Atherton to the Menlo Park station, well, it's only a mile shorter, but it breaks up the walk and you feel like you can do it. So we started off, about 40 minutes before the train was due.

Within the first block, though, I realized that I had forgotten to bring my checkbook. We also had a special envelope for the Easter offering -- a special gift to fund service projects: construction, landscaping, painting at a school for under-resourced children, AIDS caregiver kits, and the like. I ran home, looked (in vain) for the special envelope, found the checkbook, then got on my bicycle. Good thing I did, too, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

We got to church without incident and heard a great sermon on the theme of "the third day." One day, the Philistines captured the Ark of the Covenant and put it in the temple of one of their gods; on the second day, their god was fallen down before the Ark, so they righted it. On the third day, their god had its head and hands broken off, and again it was fallen down before the Ark.

Jonah was swallowed by a big fish, and on the third day was spit up onto the beach. And so on throughout the Bible, from Exodus onward. And of course, on the third day, the women went to the tomb, and Jesus's body was not there, and soon afterward, a bunch of terrorized, mostly uneducated, scattered followers of Jesus became this powerful force that turned the world upside-down... all because Jesus was alive on the third day after they killed him.

Anybody could have stopped that movement dead in its tracks by just finding his body, but it was nowhere to be found. "He is not here; he is risen."

What a great message! There was a great "modern hymn," titled In Christ Alone -- sounds like a hymn but was written in this century. The organ postlude was great, too.

We walked over to the Menlo Park Caltrain depot, and the girls' sandal-clad feet were unhappy with the day's walking. I bicycled home, fetched the car, and met them at Atherton.

For dinner, Michelle came over. Carol roasted a lamb leg (for once, somebody else was cooking lamb in our house!) and made lemon squares for dessert. Jenny made some mashed potatoes. I made a spinach salad. Sheri set the table.

We enjoyed our fellowship over dinner. The lamb sure tasted good. So did the lemon squares.

It was a day of joy and celebration and remembrance. I hope yours was, too.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

joy day

I was looking for my long lost Apple® iPod Shuffle™ this morning, and I found it in my briefcase. This was a great relief because I'm going to India in a few weeks, and there will be two 12-hour flights. So the day was off to a good start.

The younger teen and I drove to our church's north campus. I had an assignment to fill in for someone in the "connections center" who called in sick. We heard a great sermon, then I stood behind the table at the connections center....

"Is there anything here about the Guatemala missions trip?" someone asked. I knew I'd seen something like that...

"Ah-HA!" I cried, pouncing upon the stack of information sheets. "When somebody asks something and I actually know the answer, well, I tell ya, that's a good day," I said. We had a nice if brief chat.

A familiar face appeared. John, our senior pastor, was traveling almost-incognito. Well, he didn't have a mask or anything, but he wasn't wearing a tie -- not even long sleeves.

"Are you new here?" I asked.

He gave me a grin. "I'm new here," he said. Usually he hangs out at the main campus in Menlo Park.

"We've got a great sermon for you today," I told him. "I think you'll like it."

"I know there's a great one this week!" he replied. (John's wife, Nancy, gave the sermon this weekend.)

Carol was teaching something at the "main campus" (which is why she didn't come with us to the north campus). Anyway, we drove down to the main campus -- the younger teen drove (we are making good progress toward however many hours she needs in order to get licensed). She went to her strive group, and I went to hear Carol's training thing.

I sat with Carol on a couch while the first speaker did her part. It was about listening, and though she did talk a little about techniques, she first talked about how you have to have the DESIRE to listen, the COMMITMENT to do so whether you feel like it or not, and the PATIENCE not to jump in too soon with advice or whatever. We were supposed to do an exercise. The speaker wanted us to pair up, but she looked at us and said, "I see you snuggling over there; you can't be partners for this."

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

After a while, it was time to pick up the younger teen from her Strive group. We stopped by the store, where I picked up some meat. Last night we had 20-25 people over for an event. I put lots of rice (LOTS of rice) into the rice cooker, so I'm feeling the urge to use up the left-over rice.

We got home, and I cut up sausage, sliced some cabbage really thin, and made some fried rice for a snack. Here's the deal.
  • Shred
    • ¼ head of cabbage
    and set aside.
  • Take about
    • ½ a hot dog's worth of sausage
    and slice/dice/whatever. Make little pieces out of it.
  • Pour
    • oil
    into a wok on high heat, then stir-fry
    • the shredded cabbage
    reserved above.
  • Add the
    • chopped sausage
    and continue stir-frying.
  • Break
    • an egg
    into the wok and continue stir frying.
  • Add
    • cooked rice to taste
    (maybe a cup or two) and continue stir-frying.
  • Sprinkle
    • soy sauce
    sparingly and continue stir frying until the fried rice is warmed throughout.
That makes 1-2 servings. Of course you can add whatever else you want. (You could use ½ head of cabbage if it's a small one.)

I ate some, and offered some to the younger teen. We finished it off quite nicely, thank you. I put some chili on, following two different recipes (I'm not going to reproduce them here; too lazy). Chili+rice is a favorite Hawaiian treat.

I can smell the chili from the kitchen. I have a beer in the fridge, my younger teen is here in the den with me, the lovely Carol is home (taking a nap), the older teen is coming home Wednesday evening, and my parents are coming tomorrow evening.

Happy day!

Friday, February 02, 2007

Daily Bread

Do you know that line in the "Lord's Prayer" that says Give us this day our daily bread? Today's Old Testament reading shows us what "daily bread" might mean, literally. At this point, the people of Israel had left Egypt; they've crossed the Red Sea miraculously on dry ground while the pursuing Egyptian army drowned; and they're now out of food.
Then the Lord said to Moses, "I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day...."
from Exodus 16.4
There's an interesting pattern to this stuff; it falls six days out of seven, and the stuff spoils when kept overnight, usually. But what really fascinates me about this stuff is that it ceases to feel miraculous after a while.

On one hand, it's surprising. Imagine -- you're out in the desert with nothing to eat, and one morning all this edible stuff appears on the ground. And the next morning too. But they get used to it, come to expect it, come to despise it.

How about us? Could we get used to bread falling from heaven six days out of seven? I think yes. I don't know about you, but when I look at the things I'm used to right now, I'm astonished.

I wake up every morning; in spite of all the things that could have happened during the night, I'm still here, and have been for over half a century. In spite of all the dangers, including crazy drivers on the freeways, the San Andreas fault, toxic chemicals all over the valley -- in spite of all those, my wife and children are alive and with me. Several times a week, I open a metal box, climb into it, and am transported faster than the fastest man has ever run. And every morning, my little part of the world rotates in such a way that a golden ball of fire appears to rise in the eastern sky, bringing light and beauty for us to see.

I've gotten used to all those things -- I could certainly get used to bread from heaven. I could even start to complain about it. (Come to think of it, I do complain sometimes about my six-times-a-week oatmeal.) So, though I've sometimes thought of these Israelites as being silly (Weren't they rescued miraculously from their captors? Weren't they fed miraculously every day? Why then could they doubt God?) I have to confess that I'm silly myself. (Haven't I been blessed just as much as they were? Why then do I sometimes doubt?)

May we receive every blessing today with appreciation. May we see them for the gifts that they are, and not take them for granted. Let's receive them with joy. This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Coincidentally, it's the National Day of Prayer

"God loves us, and he knows what we need before we ask, so is it important that we ask for things?"

I was walking with a friend after lunch the other day, and we were talking about, well, prayer. It seemed to him that people treated prayer like a vending machine; they have a list of things they want, and in prayer they read it off. I allowed as God didn't need to be informed about our needs, but like me with my children, he might want to be asked.

This reminded me of something I heard about valid reasons for prayer (there are only two). One was something about getting closer to God, and the other was about getting me to accept God's will. My friend liked this thought.

But we do ask for things we want, don't we? Does that fit with the two valid reasons to pray? A few thoughts:

  • I have to remember to think about God, and my relationship with him, in order to ask.
  • In asking I recognize that I'm not self-sufficient.
  • When I ask I accept that he may say "No" -- hence I'm surrendering to his will.
  • I affirm that he has the power to give me my desire or to deny it; I recognize his authority.
  • As I pray, I say with my body that it's worth my while to talk with God.
  • I believe God is good when I ask him for what I need.
So we do ask, but we ask with surrendered hearts -- not like a vending machine.

He described how in his small group, there's a prayer request ritual where people offer their laundry lists requests -- typically something about exams or oral presentations or interviews -- that is, the sort of thing that triggered the "vending machine" feeling.

I think that once a person -- a group, rather -- gets in the habit of this sort of prayer, it becomes part of that group's culture. Last week the prayer requests were like this, so that must be what people expect, goes the thinking. If we want that to change, what could we do? One thought is to consciously ask for something different.

Could you pray for me that this week, when I'm feeling pressure because of a deadline or whatever, that I would remember God's great love, that I would remember to pray, that I would remember that I'm a citizen of heaven, and that's where my future lies? I don't want to come back next week and tell you that I worried rather than prayed, or that I was full of anxiety and hurry rather than faith and hope.
To be honest, many of the things I pray for will make no difference a year from now. But if I go through weeks at a time where I trust and pray and remember who I belong to... that'll make a big difference.

As I thought back on this conversation, I remembered one other thing about prayer. Jesus said in John 16:24, "Ask and you will receive, that your joy may be made full." What things, if I pray and receive, will make my joy full? I want to pray and ask God for those things. Not (only) because they might make my joy full, but also because in asking for such things, that will bring my heart closer to God, and help me to accept his will.

If I can do that at least part of the time in the coming days, I'll count them a roaring success. And to God be the glory!

Friday, June 23, 2006

No thanks, I don't need anything

Elisha the prophet went to Shunem, where a rich but childless woman provides a room for him. She furnishes it with a bed, a table, a chair, and a lamp. He says to her, "You have gone to all this trouble for us. Now what can be done for you? Can we speak on your behalf to the king or the commander of the army?" (2 Kings 4.13)

How would you like that? Help out a traveling preacher, and he offers to talk to the President or the Governor for you -- what would you ask for if that happened to you?

The woman (we never learn her name) can't think of anything to ask for. I don't think it's only because she's rich. I think it's because she has learned not to expect too much in the way of things that would bring real joy to her. If you don't expect too much, you won't be disappointed.

So when Elisha says, "About this time next year you will hold a son in your arms," the woman objects. "No, my lord," she says. "Don't mislead your servant, O man of God!" (2 Kings 4.16).

Life has taught her to lower her expectations. Or maybe it was her genes. In any case she is completely unprepared for a big blessing. But God wants to give her one, anyway, because "the next year about that same time she gave birth to a son, just as Elisha had told her." (2 Kings 4.17)

What joy she must have felt! We don't have any details, because in the very next line he is walking and talking.
[H]e went out to his father, who was with the reapers. "My head! My head!" he said to his father.
2 Kings 4.18-19
He dies that same day, and the mother can't even tell anyone about it. But somehow she knows where to find Elisha. She leaves the boy on the bed in Elisha's room and goes to him.
When she reached the man of God at the mountain, she took hold of his feet.... "Did I ask you for a son, my lord?" she said. "Didn't I tell you, 'Don't raise my hopes'?"
2 Kings 4.27-28
There, she was right all along. You get your hopes up, and maybe for a little while things are looking up. But life will always zap you in the end.

And yet, look at what happens next. Elisha returns with her. He prays to the Lord. Then a miracle happens. "The boy sneezed seven times and opened his eyes." (2 Kings 4.35)

This is yet another reason the Bible says there is no god like the Lord -- his astonishing generosity and goodness. In those days, it was assumed that the gods of a city (or nation) would help kings in battle, grant a bountiful harvest, this sort of thing. But a god who cares about a dead young boy and his mother, and wants to give her enough joy to burst her heart -- that's the character of the God we serve.

She was childless, I guess for some time. She was more or less resigned to that condition, and hope came suddenly. She didn't want to believe that she could have a child, and yet one came! Life was good for a few years, but then he died, her only child. She could have decided to settle into her old life of resignation, but she didn't! She seized the day, even in her bitter distress, and went to the man of God, maybe not even knowing why. Then the impossible happened and her son came back to life.

What a roller-coaster!

The Lord gave her a gift that she didn't even want at first, but now she has experienced life at its fullest. Not all happy -- she had a huge disappointment -- but she's seen two miracles. Life for her is an adventure again.

And how about for me? What do I want from God today? Dare I hope?

If not, why not?

posted June 25, 2006

Sunday, March 29, 2009

That made my day

I've been thinking lately about what makes for a great day. My inspiration was from a novel -- not a literary novel, though; it was... well, Tom Clancy.

In his 1996 book, Executive Orders, an Air Force sergeant, a steward on Air Force One, had a morning encounter with her President:

..."Any smokers aboard?"

It was the way he asked it that made the Air Force steward turn. "Want one, sir?"

The answer was somewhat shameful, but--"Yes."

She handed him a Virginia Slim and lit it with a warm smile. It wasn't every day one got a chance to provide so personal a service to the Commander-in-Chief. Ryan took a puff and looked up.

"If you tell my wife, Sergeant--"

"Our secret, sir." She disappeared aft to get breakfast, her day already made.

(p. 484)
I told the lovely Carol about that passage, how I enjoyed re-reading it, and she thought it was because that's my love language. Maybe it is. The following week or so brought these thoughts:

The sky looked right

Growing up in Hawaii I can remember only one cloudless sky; it didn't last very long, either. Where I live in California, the sky is often cloudless. You would think that after living here nearly 30 years I'd be used to it by now, and mostly I am.

But whenever I look up and see clouds like these, it gives me a sense that whatever else is wrong with the world, at least the sky looks right. As it did today.

My day made at the office

There's a meeting scheduled for 7:00 tomorrow morning. I asked my boss about it

“No, I don't think you need to be there.”

Yesssss! That made my day. Thanks, Boss!

I opened the car door for the lovely Carol, and...

“There’s my phone! I see it--on the floor!”

Yep, she lost track of her phone a couple of days back. She’d thought someone else picked hers up by mistake, and it took some time to track that person down. When she finally did, today, no joy. And then, after having dinner out, we walked over to the car and... there it was.

A great way to start Saturday morning

I woke before the lovely Carol, and went to the bathroom; it was early enough that I headed back to bed, but late enough that...

She opened her eyes, turned toward me and gave me a warm smile. "I don't think I can go back to sleep. Is that what you wanted to do?"

It had been nearly a week. And so I was completely, and happily, under her powers. Need more be said?

And for today...

We got up in time to help set up at church, but before that, I scrambled some eggs with some leftover barbecued salmon. I also poured some leftover batter into the waffle-iron. Coffee, tea, and some (yes, leftover) steamed rice completed the meal. Fish and waffles? Well, it tasted better than it sounds.

We arrived a little after eight and got to work. Rod and Betty brought in an art display, and we spent a few minutes setting up the framework. It had multiple panels: five pairs of panels, each pair being a vertical stack, sort of like a capital letter H. Adjacent pairs of panels were attached together with Velcro® straps at the top and bottom, and a gasket-like thing in the middle. I couldn't reach the top, so I grabbed a folding chair. "We have the technology..." I announced. But a couple of tall guys took care of that using good old-fashioned reach.

We heard a great sermon about "freedom from hurry" (you can listen [MP3 audio] or check out the study guide [PDF]). I'll write about that too. But before the sermon, we were treated to a quote from Prof. Rueter of DePauw University:

Westerners live in the age of instaneity. We have instant coffee, instant replay, instant polls, and Instant Messaging--all in the pursuit of instant gratification.
http://www.collegenews.org/x4804.xml
Bloomington (Ind.) Herald-Times, August 26, 2005
Which reminded me of this really silly thing I heard: "I put instant coffee in the microwave (oven) and went back in time!" (sticker) I leaned forward and mentioned that to Steve. We enjoyed a laugh. After the service, I hung around the coffee machine; I ran some coffee drinks down to the small gym, and did the "barista" thing a few times. And I chatted with the others working there -- we talked some about the sermon as well as about coffee and logistics. One of the men told me about staying in touch with his daughters -- he sends them text messages frequently. What a great blessing! These guys are great.

We went home and thought about dinner: I'm in charge. The lovely Carol had picked up some pre-fab fajita beef -- pre-marinated, pre-cooked. Not instant, though, so I walked over to our neighborhood store and bought some bell peppers: red, yellow, and green -- to go with ¾ pound of meat. I also picked up a can of stewed tomatoes (best before March 1, 2009 -- whoa, better go back in time!) to make Spanish rice. I started slicing up the peppers.

The phone rang; it was the ex-teenager calling from across the country. We had a long talk; we got caught up, and we explored age-old questions of male-female relationships. There are no algorithms for this, but when she asked me for a number, I gave her one: 90 days. It was very sweet chatting with her.

It was time to cook. I got the "Spanish rice" going (it's not hard, but don't burn it before doing the "sizzling rice" thing), then resumed slicing up the peppers and half an onion -- next time I'll slice up the whole onion, not just stop at half. I fried up the onion in our cast-iron skillet, then added the peppers -- whoa, too much vegetables! I switched to a wok. (Yeah, right, preparing Mexican food in a wok.) But it worked great! Added the beef and kept stir-frying. The lovely Carol mashed up an avocado for guacamole. I pulled out a few tortillas (also from the neighborhood store) and heated them up in the skillet.

Dinner was served a few minutes after five. I popped open a cold one (a Bud if you must know -- in a can).

There are just a few pleasures in this life better than preparing a meal for those you love and enjoying it with them.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Tears at Easter

I cried a lot yesterday—tears of both joy and grief. I'm not sure why, exactly, but maybe it was just one of those days when the Spirit of God broke through the shell I usually and unthinkingly wear.
Christ the Lord is risen today
    Al-le-lu-ia!
Sons of men and angels say
    Al-le-lu-ia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high!
    Al-le-lu-ia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply,
    Al-le-lu-ia!
For some reason that carol (or is it a hymn?) shook me up. How many hundreds of times have I sung it? Or maybe it wasn't this song, but another one near the start of yesterday's 11:00 service at PCC that got to me.

In one of his Lake Wobegon monologues, Garrison Keillor mentioned a certain "Uncle Mike" who, when asked to pray at Thanksgiving, started by thanking God for forgiveness of sins through Jesus Christ, and then, in talking about how that forgiveness was purchased—viz., through Christ's dying for us on the cross—broke down and started weeping, and there was this awkward interval where hungry people were waiting for him to finish so they could dig in.

Perhaps Uncle Mike wasn't the best choice to pray for everybody, but Mike was more conscious of that spiritual reality than others at the table. They were eager to enjoy God's material and sensual blessings—which are good things—but Mike was focused on God's greatest gift.

Anyway, yesterday would not have been a good day for me to pray in front of a crowd; I was trying not to cry too much during the opening song or songs.

Then came this line in the sermon

I was visiting my parents, who both have Alzheimer's. They're living in a care facility, and I was there holding my father's hand, thinking "What am I doing here? Why did I drive 4 hours…"

Dad can't talk any more, and I remember thinking that I'd give anything just to hear my father talk to me again.

And I said, quietly, "So would I, Gary; so would I." I'm tearing up even now as I recall the moment. (Pastor Gary went on to say that his Heavenly Father came to him at that point and encouraged him about the world to come, but I was for a moment stuck on missing Dad.)

Back in the '80s, Carol and I went to a Crabb/Allender seminar about counseling, where we heard Crabb talk about the ache we have while here on earth. Contrary to the "name it and claim it" talk of the so-called "prosperity gospel," Crabb echoed the message of pain found in Romans 8:

22We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.
Romans 8:22f [NIV 1984]
Ain't that the truth! Yes, the Apostle Paul also told us to "Be joyful always" and "Rejoice in the Lord always", but there's this other part, which is also true.

Baptisms

And several folks got baptized yesterday. As the first one came out of the water, my face wasn't quite as wet as his was. I was remembering my friend Ali, who was baptized two years ago. He had come from a country racked by sectarian violence. He told me that he would be called an infidel back home, because he wasn't ready to kill someone in the name of God.

He heard that Jesus is kind, and visited our church, where he heard more about Jesus and decided to follow him. The church office put Ali in touch with me and another man, and we met him a few times and talked about his questions (he had many) and Ali asked how he could become baptized.

Ali was baptized in Pastor Frank's office. He told me about it a week or two after the fact. I told him, "We are brothers!" As indeed we are. Forever.

I also remembered my own baptism, in Half Moon Bay, maybe 37 years ago. I waded into the water, and Pastor Ron asked me, "What's your name?" I answered, and he said, "Collin, based-on-your-profession-of-faith-in-the-Lord-Jesus-Christ, I baptize you in-the-name-of-the-Father-and-the-Son-and-the-Holy-Spirit" as he dunked me into the water. He pulled me out a half-second later and the next person waded toward him.

I was shivering all over, but my heart was warmed by the love of God and the fellowship of my brothers and sisters. That too was a day of great joy. As is today.

This is the day the Lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24 (approximately)

Thursday, October 03, 2013

Nobody has the right to be this happy

Have you ever had one of those days when you can't believe how fortunate you are? I get together with a small group on Fridays, and we tell each other what God has done, as Psalm 16:23-24 says. At one of these gatherings, I told my friends it's easy for me to love God because he is so good to me.

Tuesday morning started early—earlier than expected, because I had trouble sleeping, worrying uselessly about something or another. Happily, I found this beautiful passage from Merton's No Man Is an Island:

All nature is meant to make us think of paradise. Woods, fields, valleys, hills, the rivers and the sea, the clouds traveling across the sky, light and darkness, sun and stars, remind us that the world was first created as a paradise for the first Adam…. Heaven is even now mirrored in created things. All God's creatures invite us to forget our vain cares and enter into our own hearts, which God Himself has made to be His paradise and our own. If we have God dwelling within us, making our souls His paradise, then the world around us can also become for us what it was meant to be for Adam—his paradise. But if we seek paradise outside ourselves, we cannot have paradise in our hearts.
chapter 6 (Asceticism and Sacrifice) 15 (p. 115)
I went back to sleep with the thought that God is working to make my heart a paradise, for him and for me.

A few hours later I rose for a prayer meeting at church. They even provided coffee! It was a sweet time of fellowship, talking and praying with men and women who so love the church[audio].

After the prayer and fellowship, I drove my '86 Corolla (which still runs great!) to a side street, then ran like heck to catch the just-arriving Caltrain. Little did I know that my younger daughter had seen me running, and was leaving a note for me even as I rode the train—yes, I made it!

At work, I was putting a few finishing touches on a project when the boss cropped by my cubicle. She was happy about my results (we'd had a phone conference with India the night before) and stopped by to congratulate me on well-done job. That's not an everyday occurrence! The other thing was, she asked me how I would feel about working on a certain other project—something I'd mentioned before as an area I'd like to focus. So "I'd love to!" was no surprise.

At lunch, I went for a walk around the block, a little over a mile, and enjoyed the beautiful weather.

I had another chat with the boss after lunch, where she went further and told me to go ahead and spend some time on that new project, managing my time with the other two things I'm working on. She also indicated that there were things I could do that would gain "points" and that would be interesting (if not as much fun as actually writing code) and not all that difficult. I spent the rest of the day working on some code, which as usual put me in a good mood.

Walking out to catch the light rail, I pulled out my phone and called Peet's, because I had coffee duty for the evening meeting at church. The barista/manager said they'd start on those right away; it had been a hectic day, she said. I told her I'd be by just about six (i.e., about 10 minutes later than the "reservation" time) so no need to rush. I congratulated myself for remembering to call ahead.

Returning to my car in Menlo Park, I found the note Sheri♥ had left for me. My heart overflowed with thankfulness. It occurred to me that we can bring joy to God's heart by expressing our love to him.

Dinner was served at our meeting, which is always nice; the meeting itself started with Scripture, a little sharing of things we were thankful for, and prayer. (I didn't say anything because once I started I might have taken the whole time.) There were some significant issues, but I enjoyed the blessings of fellowship and the presence of God's Spirit as we thought and discussed together.

Sing to the Lord, all the earth;
    proclaim his salvation day after day. 
Declare his glory among the nations, 
     his marvelous deeds among all peoples.
Psalm 16:23-24

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Ain't no sunshine...

Are you old enough to remember the rest of that line? The Director in my department can identify songs that I only know vaguely (like I knew "Something's Happening Here" from a CSNY album, but he correctly identified it as being first performed by Buffalo Springfield), so I'm not really, umm, The Old One -- but anyway, the first line is

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Well, almost. Though the lovely Carol, and our daughter Jenny, are in New York playing tourist, Sheri is here and we had a pretty good weekend.

Saturday was unremarkable; I shopped successfully at Costco, Cartridge World, Safeway, Supercuts, and the Redwood City Farmers' Market (which I had almost forgotten existed). For lunch I made やきそば (Japanese for "chow mein") with some shrimp, half an onion, and the curry mix that came with the noodles.

Sheri and I left for church about 3:40, first stopping at a friend's house to pick up her bicycle. Sheri did the K-1 thing and I went to the sanctuary -- nearly an hour before the worship service began. After hearing the EOG practiced a couple of times, I dozed a bit. I appreciated Kim's sermon on doubt -- she encouraged us to ask the hard questions, to be honest, and so on. I'm very glad that we're having this sermon series. After church, Sheri and I stopped by J&J for a couple of take-out boxes. I had the rice cooker on a timer. Part of our home group came over about 6:40. With leftovers plus the J&J boxes and the rice, we all ate and were satisfied. This also gave me a chance to show off the girls' artwork (mercifully for Sheri, I pointed out the drawings/paintings after she had left the room). We had a good time catching up with each other, and we had a good time in prayer too.

This morning I decided to make today a "joy" day. I offered bacon and eggs to Sheri and she didn't say no. Sliced up the half-onion left over from yesterday's lunch, then heated up the skillet with some olive oil and started the onions going. Meanwhile I grabbed the microwave bacon tray (at least that's what I call it) and put a few strips on it. Broke three eggs, splashed a little milk into them, then once the onions were done (and a little brown), stirred the eggs in. I felt like a gourmet cook! Sheri grabbed some plates and I took the food to the table. We prayed and she got started while I found my pills and made my coffee. Although we didn't get going too early, we got to church in time for Sheri's K-1 engagement at 9:00. It's her last one until September.

I hung out in front of D-11, and pretty soon people started coming by (I was nearly half an hour early for what's left of Growing Families). We had a lively conversation. It was not all smooth, but there was healing when two people kicked off the discussion by apologizing to each other for remarks made last week. I took notes on the lovely Carol's G4 iBook and shipped them off early this afternoon.

Sheri met me after class, and we drove home. I told her about the class, about some of the healing (and the injury that had preceded it). She agreed that it was a great thing to start off with apologies. I remarked on the weather and asked if she wanted to go to the beach. She was pretty happy about this idea -- she'd take her paints. We'd have to be home by 4:30, though, because some folks were coming over to borrow Fred, our (red) 1986 Toyota Corolla, for a week. This did not turn out to be much of a restriction.

The weather report showed the coast covered with fog (this is June after all) but Coyote Point looked OK. I think this is a rather unappreciated beach on the peninsula. We got there and it was gorgeous. We spread a blanket on the sand, and Sheri took out her acrylics and started painting. It sure was cold! I unpacked a camp chair and faced away from the wind. Even with my windbreaker and hat I was chilly. In under an hour, Sheri had finished the canvas. She wanted to take a few pictures with my old (1973?) Canon SLR -- yes, one with film.


At one point, we noticed that some roses (!) had appeared on the beach, and we took pictures of them. I used the old bargain hp digital camera (about $40 plus a few bucks for a 64Mbyte CF card).

I don't know where the roses came from, but we enjoyed seeing them.
Watching the airplanes land over the bay, I recalled the story of Captain Asoh, a JAL pilot who landed his DC-8 in San Francisco Bay late in the 1960s. When they asked him how he managed to land his DC-8 in perfect alignment with the runway but 1/2 mile short of it (or however far it was), Asoh is supposed to have leaned forward and said, "As you Americans say, Asoh ファックアップ." Sheri found this astonishing.

She also found a bunch of shells, former or current homes of sea creatures, stuck to a sort of post (which was rotting away).

←Guess I'd better show you a picture of that. We took some more pictures with the 35mm camera, including one with a pose mimicking a beach scene in The Karate Kid. That's all you're gonna hear about that one.

We packed up after a while and drove to the other side of the park, where Sheri took a few more pictures. We were back before two. I took a nap, and Sheri read her book (something about pigs, by the author of The Bean Trees) and closed her eyes. She was sleeping when our friends arrived to borrow Fred.

After a while I started dinner. I poured ¼ cup of bourbon and some olive oil over some shrimp, only later thinking to add the minced garlic. These I grilled on the Weber along with an eggplant I'd bought yesterday. Sheri made us a salad and we were set. After dinner, we went to Long's to pick up my Yosemite pictures, some of which were rather silly. The pharmacy was closed (do they close at six on Sundays?) but I did get some soap for the dishwasher. Then to Blockbuster, where we picked up
  • Little Miss Sunshine
    which we watched tonight
  • The Brothers Grimm
  • Rain Man
So although we were missing some members of our "pack" (which reminds me of our beloved dog, who is now over a month gone), we had a pretty good day.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Being strengthened with all power…

[continued from my earlier post]

Colossians 1:9-12 says that as we are filled with the knowledge of God's will, among other things, we'll be strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that we may have great endurance and patience.

One thing I've noticed about this is the purpose for all this strength. Paul doesn't pray that we can be strengthened with all power (etc.) so that we can perform miracles, or win thousands of souls to Christ, or some other spectacular thing. No, his prayer is that we can be strengthened with all power so that we can have great endurance and patience. It reminds me that He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he who rules his spirit than he who captures a city (Proverbs 16:32).

Paul prays that for the Colossians (and hence I think it's a good prayer for you and me); how does it happen? How does being filled with the knowledge of God's will give us strength to have great endurance and patience?

Paul also wrote about this in 2 Corinthians 4. After describing some issues (hard pressed on every side… persecuted… struck down, 4:8-9) he writes:
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:15-18, NIV
Two passages come to mind right away: one from Paul, in Romans chapter 5:
1Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. 3 Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
Romans 5:1-4
If I could consistently rejoice in suffering, then I'd have more endurance and patience than I do today. But how can I rejoice in suffering?

In my admittedly limited experience, it works like this: As the verse says, God desires to use suffering to produce perseverance, character and hope in my life. When I remember this fact, trials become more bearable. The sooner I remember it, the gladder I am that God is working through whatever suffering comes.

What if I were filled with the knowledge of God's will? What if I woke to and ate and lived and breathed the knowledge that God is using everything in my life—the pleasant and the painful, the joyous and the tragic—to make me a better person, one filled with character and hope and love and joy and peace…? Might I be able to rejoice even in the midst of suffering?

I don't really desire suffering. But when it comes, I want to see the good things God will work in my life through it. And perhaps to rejoice.

The second passage that came to mind is from James 1. After encouraging us to consider it all joy when we meet various trials (1:2) and encouraging us in much the same direction Paul does, he writes: Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him (1:12).

I find this fascinating. The one who perseveres under trial receives a crown promised to those who… who persevere under trial, right? No, the text says "…to those who love him." In other words, those who love God are the ones who persevere under trial. How does that work?

I can't prove it, but Jesus himself may have given us the answer in John 14. Here Jesus says those who obey him are those who love him. And, he says, "He who loves me will be loved by my father, and I will love him and disclose myself to him" (from John 14:21, NASB). A little later, he goes on to say, "If anyone loves me… [m]y father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him" (14:23, NIV). The whole paragraph is worth reading, actually.

But what I think he's saying is this: he fills us with the knowledge of his will. We don't resist him (1 Thessalonians 5:19) and indeed we ask for spiritual wisdom (James 1:5). We love and obey him (John 14:21-23) and he reveals more of himself to us and even makes his home in us.

And that's power to strengthen us according to his glorious might, so that we can have great endurance and patience.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Finding true success

My friend Kiki invited me to address the young professionals group at their church. These are Asian immigrants; actually more of them are young college students than practicing professionals, but that's OK.

I prepared a one-page handout, which I'll cut up and include here for your reading pleasure, and intersperse my comments. So here goes nothing:


I'm very happy to see you all here. I know there are a lot of things that you could be doing on a Friday night, but you're here for fellowship and worship. That is a wonderful thing.

My wife and I moved to Japan in 1993, when our children were 2 and 4 years old. We stayed there about six years; we learned the language (though we forgot a lot since we came back); our kids were in the Japanese school system; we shopped in the neighborhood stores and had to make all kinds of adjustment. So I have a lot of respect for you, studying and working in a foreign country.

I am sure you miss a lot of things about your home country; we sure did when we lived overseas. But as Paul reminds us, our real home isn't the United States or your home country; our citizenship is in heaven, and we wait for a savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will make our lowly body like his glorious body, and that's good news (Philippians 3:20-21).

1. What is true success?
    * Big house?
    * Good grades?
    * Lots of money?  
      (Luke 12:13-21; Ortberg "When the Game Is Over...", pp. 21-25) 

So what is success? A big house? (everyone nodded) Good grades? (ditto) Lots of money? Those things are all good, but our daughter used to tutor a junior-high girl. I took her there, driving down this nice street, beautiful lawns, big new houses. But the girl who lived in this big new house came home every day and her parents weren't home! They were out making money! My daughter said, "I would hate to be in her situation." There's nothing wrong with having a big house, but if your kids don't see you, I'm not sure that makes you a successful parent.

And there was a man who wanted to get the best grades he could at seminary. He was studying to become a professional Christian minister. He graduated at the top of his class, but he spent so much time studying that he neglected his wife and children! After graduation, they all left him.

This story comes from John Ortberg's book "When the Game Is Over...": There was a man whose chief operating officer came to him one day and said, "we're standing on the brink of unprecedented economic opportunity." The boss decides he's going to put his empire through a technological revolution: 24/7 access to every employee, completely new software to run the business, etc. He tells his wife, "we'll be set for life" and this sort of thing. She heads to bed at 11, but wakes at 3:00am because her husband isn't with her. She goes downstairs to find him in front of his computer, slumped over the keyboard. Feeling a little exasperated, she shakes him, telling him to come to bed already. But he doesn't wake up. His skin is cold. The paramedics come and pronounce him dead on the spot -- probably a heart attack.

The story of course is the parable of the rich fool (Luke 12:13-21) brought into the modern age. The lesson is as relevant today as it was 2,000 years ago.

    * Possible without college?
      + Soles4souls
      + my cousin

Is true success possible without college? Soles4Souls was started by a man who never went to college. He wasn't a very good student. When he was about 15 years old, he worked for his uncle, who fired him. By the time he was 17, he was contemplating suicide. But one of his teachers took him aside and told him that he could make a difference in the world.

So he didn't kill himself then, but managed to get through high school. What he was good at was shoes; he got executive positions at several footwear companies, never having let on that he hadn't been to college. In 2004 he saw a single shoe floating onto the beach in the wake of the Indian Ocean tsunami. He called others he knew in the shoe industry and got about a quarter-million pairs of shoes to send to the affected area. He's now the boss at Soles4Souls, which gives away a pair of shoes every 9 seconds! And again, no college!

I have a cousin who's about 50 years old, and he never learned to read or write. My aunt, who also never went to college, found the kind of help her son needed, cared for and encouraged him. He has a job as a janitor at an elementary school, and everybody loves him. He wanted to order flowers for Mothers' Day or something, so he went to the yellow pages and found pictures of flowers. Then he saw a phone number that began with the same 3 digits as his home phone number. He called them and said what he wanted. Of course he didn't have a credit card, but the florist found out what they could, and called the school where he worked.

Yes, they did have a janitor there named ___________; yes, he was a reliable man, good character, etc... I guess they figured out a way to get their money, and his mom was surprised and pleased to get her flowers. She asked him how he arranged that, which is how I eventually got the story. My aunt is also one of my heroes, by the way.

My cousin isn't famous, he hasn't saved the world, but he found his niche, he's loved by people he's with, and he's succeeded with the abilities he has. He's found success.

2. God knows we're interested
    * Matthew 6:33 Seek first...
    * Luke 14:7-11 Places of honor at the table
    * Proverbs 3:1-16 wealth, honor
    * Comes from God: Matthew 5:45; James 1:17
    * It's not just for ourselves
      + Ephesians 4:28 to share
      + 2 Corinthians 9:6-8 to share
      + Proverbs 11:23-25 generosity

God knows that we're interested in those things, and he doesn't even mind! If you look at the Bible, both Old and New Testaments, we find God saying things like, "Seek first his kingdom and his righteousness and all these things will be yours as well"; he doesn't say "Don't desire all these things." Or Jesus said to take a lower place at the table, so that the host will honor you in front of others; he doesn't say "You're silly to want to be honored." And Proverbs 3 says you should do this and that in order to get prosperity, favor and a good name in front of others, riches and honor, and so on.

All those things come from God, by the way; he sends sunshine and rain on everyone, and every good and perfect gift comes from him. And the other thing is that when we get good things, it's to share with others. Ephesians 4:28 says that we should work so that we'll have enough to share with the needy. 2 Corinthians 9 has a promise of abundant grace, that always having all sufficiency in everything, you will have a lot for... not for ourselves, but, it says, "for every good work." That promise, by the way, is for those who give joyfully and generously (verses 6-7). And we see in Proverbs 11:23 that the desire of the righteous ends only in good -- but verses 24 and 25 talk about generosity bringing blessing. I think there's a reason those verses are together.

3. True success
    * Matthew 25:21 is spelled F-A-I-T-H-F-U-L
    * Matthew 5:3-10 Blessed are...
    * Micah 6:8 What the Lord requires
    * Psalm 147:10-11 Who the Lord delights in
    * Proverbs 16:32 Better than military might
    * Galatians 5:22-23 Love, joy, peace, patience
    * 2 Timothy 2:24-25 Not quarrelsome but kind, patient, gentle

So what is true success? In the parable of the talents, in Matthew 25, Jesus doesn't say "Well done, good and successful servant" but "good and faithful servant." All the above passages give us a picture of what God considers success: meek, desiring righteousness, merciful, pure in heart, to do justice and love kindness and walk humbly with God, the Lord delights in those who fear him; he who rules his spirit is better than someone who's a military success, and so on.

4. How to become that kind of person?
    * We become what we worship: Psalm 115:1-8, 1 John 3:2-3
    * Admire a gangster?  Or Mr. Rogers?
    * more: http://collinpark.blogspot.com/ -- search "power to change"

So how do we become that kind of person, kind to all, able to teach, patient, gentle, filled with kindness, goodness, faithfulness and all the rest? One principle we see in the Scriptures and also in real life is that we become like what we worship. So we must choose our heroes carefully. In Psalm 115 (and also Psalm 135) it talks about idols. They have eyes but can't see, they have hands but can't move them, and so on. Then it says: "Those who make them will be like them, and so will all who trust in them." If we worship an idol, we'll become blind, deaf, unable to talk or think. By way of contrast, 1 John 3:2 says that we're God's children, and that we'll be like him when we see him as he is. That doesn't mean we'll become gods, but it means we'll be completely clean from sin; 1 John 3:3 says we'll be purified as we place our trust in God.

And so in real life. When I was in high school, being a small kid, I kind of thought I'd like to be the kind of person that nobody would mess with -- one of my heroes was a gangster from the movie "The Godfather." Some years later, I realized that I often had a sort of "edge" -- people were afraid of me. This was not good!

I met Jesus and I remember hearing a speaker at a retreat challenge us: "How would people at work describe you? Brilliant? Competitive? Insightful? Why not warm, caring, compassionate?" I was shocked, because I knew people wouldn't describe me as warm or caring; I was aggressive and competitive. I became more a fan of Fred Rogers (of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood), and maybe 20 years later, somebody at work remarked on how patient and accepting and encouraging I was. That was progress! It took 20 years, and I hope 20 years later I'll be even more like that.

The process of change isn't complicated, but it's not easy either. You do it for 20-30 years and keep doing it. I have some essays on that in my blog, http://collinpark.blogspot.com/; type "power to change" in the search window (or just click here).

5. How do you obey a command: "Love the Lord" (Mark 12:30)
    * 1 John 5:3, John 14:21: Obedience itself is love
    * We also need to "fall in love" with Jesus, with God
    * Ever hear this: "Bible is God's love letter"?
      + Genesis 1 vs. Enuma Elish (mentioned on my blog)
      + Romans 5:6-8, John 3:16 -- God sent his Son
    * Bible study?  Look for the ways God is described as unique.
      Isaiah 55:8-9 -- /How/ are God's ways higher than ours?  See 55:7

Now Jesus talked about being faithful. Faithful to what? Well, someone asked him what the greatest command was. It's this, Jesus said (Mark 12:30): Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength, and your neighbor as yourself. Have you ever thought about what it means to have a command to love? You can't practice it like some physical exercise: "OK, everybody, line up and at the count of three, love the Lord! 1,2,3, you there in the back row, you're not loving!" That really isn't now it works.

So there are two things I'd like to say on this: first, that obedience itself is love, as 1 John 5:3 says. John 14:21, actually throughout John 14 and 15 I think Jesus says it more than just a few times that obedience of Christ and love for Christ are inextricably bound together. The second thing is that beyond obedience, we need to "fall in love" with God, with Christ. And to do that, we need a picture of how much God loves us.

Maybe you've heard people say that the Bible is God's love letter to us? I used to hear that all the time and it was one of those things I didn't actually "get," until I learned about Genesis 1 and how drastically it differed from the predominant creation myth of its day, the "Enuma Elish." That's when it hit me what wonderful news it was to its hearers, and how they must have felt to realize how much God loved them, to tell them this truth about themselves (vs the lies woven through the Enuma Elish). I've written about it here, but I have to say that whenever I think of it, I am so impressed with God's great love, that three thousand years ago (and more) he told someone this astonishing truth about who we humans are. Wow!

And the New Testament -- reading in Romans 5 how God demonstrates his love toward us, and of course John 3:16 -- how much did God love the world? Enough to send his only son! I hope that never gets old to you.

By the way, you might consider doing a Bible study on some theme like God's uniqueness. Look in your Bible for phrases like "Who is like you?" or "What other nation has gods like" or "Who is like me?" or "There is none like you" or "My ways are not your ways" and see what they're talking about. On that last one (from Isaiah 55:8-9), here are a few surrounding verses:

 7Let the wicked forsake his way
       and the evil man his thoughts.
       Let him turn to the LORD, and he will have mercy on him,
       and to our God, for he will freely pardon.
 8"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
       neither are your ways my ways,"
       declares the LORD.
 9 "As the heavens are higher than the earth,
       so are my ways higher than your ways
       and my thoughts than your thoughts.
 10As the rain and the snow
       come down from heaven,
       and do not return to it
       without watering the earth
       and making it bud and flourish,
       so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
 11so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
       It will not return to me empty,
       but will accomplish what I desire
       and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. 
So what's he talking about when he says his ways aren't like ours? A few things stand out to me:
  • God's way isn't like that of the unrighteous.
  • God will forgive! He is full of mercy to those who return to him.
  • His words always have a purpose.
  • That purpose will always succeed.
Now whenever we hear those words, when they're in a song or just in some reading, I hope we think about the Lord's great mercy and goodness, and about his purposeful and powerful word, and we don't just think, "yeah, he's different."

There are other studies you can do, of course, and we have our whole lives to build up memories and experiences to help us remember God's goodness and love and wisdom and mercy and justice -- and his love for us. All these things help us to fall and to stay "in love" with him.

6. Love takes time!
    * Must give up something!  
      + Life takes 36 hours a day -- Ortberg, op. cit., p.127
    * Corollary: You can't get "A"s in everything
      + Choose your C-minus, or there will be Fs
    * Don't get an "F" in Loving God or Loving your neighbor

To love God, and to love our neighbor, takes time; we can't do everything else we want to do, and then add the greatest commandments on top of that. John Ortberg writes that just getting by in a variety of fields (family, career development, sleep, exercise, etc.) takes more hours per day than we have. This means we pretty much have to choose some areas to get a "C-minus" in, because otherwise we'll end up with an "F" in something or another.

This is hard to do, because our tendency is to want to be a star, to get an A-plus in this or that, because that makes us feel like a superstar in that thing. But we don't have any commands like that in Scripture: we have "Don't exasperate your children" and "Honor your father and mother" and "Be kind to one another" -- what we do, in other words, is aim to get a C-minus or better in all subjects; don't go for the A-plus in one area at the cost of getting an "F" in another.

7. Some practical hints
    * Bible: One Year Bible
      + Some notes on One Year Bible at
        http://cpark.users.sonic.net/oyb/
    * Scripture memory 
      + Search my blog for "memorize scripture"
    * Coming here is a wonderful thing!
    * GIVE: Giving 10% of your income if you can
      + Right off the top -- Proverbs 3:9-10, Malachi 3:10
      + Church isn't the Temple, but this is important
      + Money an IDOL: break its power

Here are a few things that have helped me. For reading the Bible, something like the One Year Bible is a great tool. There are fancy charts you can get to help you keep track of what you've read so far, and so on, but the thing I really like about the One Year Bible is that if you know what day it is, you can just turn to that day and read what's there. If you missed yesterday then sure, you can go back if you want to, but really it's OK to just read today's selection. The thing we're aiming at here is making it easy, so that you can keep doing it. And if you'd like a little essay on the day's reading, I've written essays for every day of the year at http://cpark.users.sonic.net/oyb/.

Then, as I mentioned earlier, it's wonderful that you're spending your Friday evening here for worship and fellowship and teaching. Being with each other, singing and hearing these wonderful songs that remind us of who God is -- that's wonderful.

The other thing I'd like to say as a practical hint is to be sure to give. You've heard the passages, Proverbs 3:9-10 which says to honor the Lord with your wealth -- it says you'll get more by giving more but the main point is that it's a good idea to give. Malachi 3:10 is another verse often quoted on giving. Yes, it's true that the church isn't the temple from Old Testament times, but giving is still a very good thing to do. For one thing, there's a lot about giving in both the Old and New Testaments. It's important to give -- to your church, to feed the hungry and help the poor. It's an expression of why God gives us resources.

And giving money away is good because money is an idol, or a potential idol. From the time I was very young, my parents talked a lot about saving money. Yours too? (much nodding.) So when I started working, I put a lot of money into the bank. But then I met Jesus and he said things like "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth" and "Don't be afraid, little flock, for it is your father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions and give to the poor," and things like that. Also, it wasn't a good thing that when I thought about my savings account I felt safe.

In Old Testament times, idols were made of metal or wood or stone, and the way to break an idol was to knock it over and literally break it in pieces. With today's idols (like money was for me), we can't actually do that. Instead, the way to break money's power is to give some away, and it's good to start early. Maybe you can't afford to give away 10%; give what you can. Here's the thing. I go to a "rich" church. We took a survey and in 2004 the median household income was something like $190,000, which made me below average! Now 10% of $190,000 is $19,000 a year. Is it hard to give away that much? Well, if you can't give away $3,000 when you're making $30,000 a year, it'll be hard to give away $19,000 when you're making $190,000 a year. I don't know why, but it just is. So I hope you start early on giving.

By the way, what works for us is that we have automatic deductions; money just goes out from our checking account to our church, to missionaries, to development and relief organizations. We don't get the experience of giving regularly, but we do give. It's a tradeoff that works for us.

8. Generosity to all and success at work
    * GIVE: Galatians 6:9-10 "to all men"
      + Proverbs 3:27 Don't withhold good
      + Give blood!
    * Take notes at meetings and send them out
    * Someone does something nice for you?  Thank their manager!

Galatians 6:9-10 says "let us do good to all", and the Proverbs tell us not to withhold good to our neighbor when we can give it to them today. By the way, if you can give blood, I hope you do so. Jonathan Haidt, one of the few honest atheists, mentions in this article that religious people give more of themselves to others and give more blood. I think this is a great way to bless others, and it doesn't cost money!

Here are a few applications of this principle at work. Maybe you've been to meetings at work where people talk about what happened last time, and there's a lot of confusion. "Didn't we decide that...?" and "No, Bob objected to that..." and so on, and everybody's time gets wasted.

You can take notes at a meeting and then send them out to everyone afterward. It's not hard, but people generally don't like to do it. If you do it you'll be part of the solution, and maybe the next meeting can be shorter, too. During the meeting itself, pay attention and when it sounds like people have decided things, you can say, "I'd like to capture what we're saying here. We're deciding to switch from vendor A to vendor B, and Joe will contact the logistics people by tomorrow afternoon to get that going. Is that right?" Then write it down. Also, if somebody's supposed to do something, who is that person, what will they do, when will they do it by? Write that down too, after getting agreement. You'll help everybody's time not to get wasted, and it'll be good for your career, too.

My final suggestion is that when someone helps you out with something, email their boss. "I really appreciated Jane's efforts to help me on the issue of __________; her unique insights and cooperative attitude really helped us solve this problem quickly for the customer" or whatever. Thinking this way will help you stay on the lookout for good things people do, which will make you easier to work with. And managers like getting this kind of thing about their people. This idea is also good for your career, for all kinds of reasons.


I talked rather longer than I had planned to, but most seemed to stay engaged until the end. It was a good time, and at the end someone handed me a check! Well, my friend Chris told me they could afford it, so please accept it. That's fine, but I wasn't expecting to be paid; that talk was a highlight of my week! Perhaps they'll ask me back, and at that time I'll try to narrow the topic down and not talk so long.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

33 for Thanksgiving (the day after, actually)

Thirty signed up for our pot-luck, plus the three of us (the elder teen didn't travel cross-country to join us for the 4-day weekend -- go figure). Some canceled; I think we had about 25. Friends loaned folding chairs and long tables, and we rented flatware and more folding chairs from an outfit downtown.

Who came? Immigrants from Japan, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, Korea, China, and the UK at least. Some Americans came, too. "Red and yellow, black and white...."

People brought fabulous food, and good times were had by all. The lovely Carol had asked me to say a few words about thanksgiving (the practice and the American holiday), since we weren't sure everyone knew the story. So I mentioned the foolishness of some early colonists, who ate all their seed grain, and God's provision in spite of their silliness -- the idea being that even when we do dumb things, God is willing and able to help us out.

Then I talked about the idea of giving thanks as a spiritual practice: if you're feeling depressed, it's hard to stay that way after writing down a dozen items I'm thankful for. At least it's hard for me. It's actually not that hard to write a dozen items -- do you have two arms and two legs? Do you know how to read?

I related a conversation I had with a friend at church last Sunday. By making it a habit to give thanks, I said, we can take a step in the direction of more love, joy, and peace. My friend also mentioned his friend's 94-year-old aunt. Her diabetes had reached an advanced stage, and both her legs had been amputated. But when her nephew walked through the door, she turned toward him, her face like the sun. "Johnny! How nice to see you!" He asked how she was doing -- "I'm doing great!"

Now do you suppose that she was grouchy most of her life, then decided at age 90 to become joyful instead? I don't think so! I don't know a lot about this woman, but I think it's a safe bet that thankfulness was a long-standing habit.

One of the attendees added that those who know Jesus have this additional reason to be thankful: that God showed his love toward us in the person of Jesus Christ. He mentioned the passage in 1 Thessalonians 5 that talks about giving thanks in all circumstances -- not necessarily for everything that happens, but whatever happens, we can give thanks to God.

So here is my list for tonight:
  1. I can read. (I'll let you decide whether you think I can write.)
  2. I have access to the internet
  3. great food, in especially great abundance the past few days
  4. a corner market that stocks King's kim chee (or "kimchi")
  5. appliances that work
  6. the knowledge that I'm already forgiven, and the promise that one day I'll be made perfect
  7. ten functioning fingers (or as we'd say in junior-high, eight fingers and two thumbs)
  8. a fascinating, beautiful, sexy wife
  9. enough turkey gravy for once (1½ quarts)
  10. a keyboard setup that more or less works for the lovely Carol
  11. leftovers
  12. blue sky today
  13. orange clouds at sunset
  14. the younger teen's whistling
  15. Ender in Exile (Card)
  16. Return of the King (the novel and the film)

Saturday, February 11, 2006

That your joy may be full... and bearing fruit

So I've been thinking about this idea and the other day found this phrase used by Jesus in three places in the New Testament -- in John 15-16-17 -- which all took place during/after the Last Supper. In John 15, Jesus talks about remaining in him, bearing fruit, love and joy.
Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.
What would the disciples have thought when they heard this? Today, "fruit" might bring to mind Paul's list -- love, joy, peace, patience, etc. But Paul hadn't even started persecuting the church when Jesus was having this discussion. Would they have remembered the warning that "every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire"? Perhaps. Probably they would have remembered that "every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit." But here Jesus doesn't seem to be talking about good fruit vs bad fruit; he seems to be talking about bearing fruit vs no fruit.

Here's something else the disciples would have remembered: He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season, and whose leaf does not wither, from Psalm 1. And of course there was the fruitless fig tree which Jesus encountered on the way to Jerusalem.

So here's what I think "fruit" meant to the disciples here: Results. What kind of results? Meaningful results, eternal results. This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to
be my disciples. (15.8). You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit--fruit that will last. (15.16) I think what he means is that unless I stay connected to Jesus, my life will have no lasting results.

Peter apparently remembered this discussion, as he later wrote "But if these [qualities] are yours and increasing, they will render you neither useless nor unfruitful in the true knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ" (2 Peter 1.8, NAS, approximately)

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A gift at the supermarket

The other day I received a gift while shopping at our neighborhood grocery store.

It wasn't a gift from Key Market; it was a gift from God. Here's what it was: a sense of wonder and gratitude. I was heading over to the baking aisle, and I thought of how wonderful it was to be in a land of plenty, where flour and sugar and salt and baking powder and dozens of herbs and spices, are all on the shelf. And not just flour, but bags of the stuff in various sizes, "all-purpose" flour and bread flour and cake flour, whole wheat flour and organic flour and unbleached flour. And salt—which used to be so valuable that people were paid in it (thus our word salary)—plain salt and iodized salt, sea salt and kosher salt and ice cream salt, from various makers and in various sizes.

And milk! Whole milk and cream and half-and-half and reduced fat and nonfat and organic, soy "milk" in various flavors, almond "milk" and Mocha Mix® all right there with "sell by" dates stamped on them. Fresh eggs are nearby, too—white eggs and brown eggs by the dozen, organic and low-cholesterol eggs, eggs laid by cage-free hens. The grocery store is a marvel, and even if not everything is "health food," the store has a variety of food and drink (and housewares and personal-care products, not to mention pet food and stationery) not imaginable to people a century ago (or even a few decades), or to many people today born in, say, Mali.

Which reminds me of a time when Solomon "made silver and gold as common in Jerusalem as stones" (2 Chronicles 1:15). Solomon may have been richer than anyone else in history, but a middle-class resident of Jerusalem could not have imagined what you and I can see at the neighborhood market.

But here in the United States, and in particular in Silicon Valley, we do live in a sort of Solomon's Jerusalem. The wealth and consumption (and destruction) available to some folks at a whim—astonishing. And even those of us in the "middle-class" truly are rich, as in the richest 1% or 2% of people on the planet.

So that was my gift: a reminder that by any sane measure, I'm rich and fortunate beyond what anyone has a right to deserve. And so, for some time anyway, I complained a bit less than I usually do, I experienced a bit more joy than I usually do. And I hope I also spread a bit more joy, a bit less frustration and consternation than usual.

But this morning I found things to grumble to God about. Wretched man that I am! Thanks be to God that there is no condemnation for us in Christ. And that he will, according to his promise, sanctify us (1 Thessalonians 5:23f) and complete the work he began.