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Do not suppose that abuses are eliminated by destroying the object which is abused. Men can go wrong with wine and women. Shall we prohibit and abolish women? The sun, moon, and stars have been worshipped. Shall we pluck them out of the sky?
-Martin Luther
I grew up in a church where you learned very quickly not say the wrong thing—or look, act, or think any other way than you were told. Looking back now, it was rather cultish. Boys had their own section of the beach, the church bus, and the hallway for that matter. Blue jeans were frowned upon and any music that had a beat reminiscent of rock music was of the devil. Movies that didn’t feature Jesus sporting some goofy blue gown and sash were discouraged. Red lip-stick was banned and colorful skirts above the ankles were devices of Satan. Basically, anything that might be fun was frowned upon. I can’t say I looked forward much to hanging out with such a sour group of sanctified saints. Even hanging out was evil—if I remember right.
My upbringing served me well in fostering a healthy skeptism and a grave mis-trust for religion—when I finally did bump into Jesus it was refreshing to say the least.
Because we are aware that freedom can be abused and maybe have seen it firsthand (or in my case—been there, done that) we’d rather err on the side of thinking—Freedom might just not be the best thing, there has to be some restraints to keep this ‘freedom thing’ in check. And then after a few of our own failings, we conclude—I think I’ll write some guidelines for myself. In turn,we put together some guidelines for our weaker-younger brothers making anything that might be an occasion for abuse off-limits and before you know it, we have a whole manual something along the lines of How to be a good-little Christian. It’s no wonder freedom never gets a snowballs chance to even make it’s debut.
It is absolutely clear that God has called you to a free life. Just make sure that you don’t use this freedom as an excuse to do whatever you want to do and destroy your freedom. Rather, use your freedom to serve one another in love; that’s how freedom grows. For everything we know about God’s Word is summed up in a single sentence: Love others as you love yourself. That’s an act of true freedom. If you bite and ravage each other, watch out—in no time at all you will be annihilating each other, and where will your precious freedom be then? (Galatians 5:13-15, The Message Bible)
A major difference between legalism and freedom is that one can be legislated and the other cannot.
Do you know why most Christians don’t get any better or why you don’t get any better? It’s because you’re doing it wrong, dummy! You are obsessed with sin and your faith has become another ‘system of laws’ whereby you feel guilty and try and try and try to do better. It doesn’t work, never has worked, and never will work…
-Steve Brown
If I had this freedom thing down pat I wouldn’t bother writing about it. But I want to breath it with every gasp of air I have left before they box me up and stick me in some stuffy cemetery.
A few days ago I returned from a weekend away to see my oldest daughter graduate from high school. It was exhilarating and frightening all in the same swoop. Maybe you can relate to my feelings—she’s my first-born and makes me one proud dad. Anyways, I woke up the other morning and headed into the bathroom after putting my morning coffee on just to be greeted by a big red spot on the tip of the end of my nose (and for those who haven’t seen me—I don’t have the smallest beak in the world). The thing was irritating and it hurt too. Figures Id’ get one—my dad gets the pesky buggers every once in a while and I make fun of him. I thought by the time you were so close to forty these little ego deflaters would be history for good—let alone a man in his mid-sixties. I suppose I have something to look forward to besides streets of gold.
Nobody likes zits, or least no one has told me any different. Zits are like sin if you ask me—although those of you lucky enough to never get a zit can’t say you never get a sin. Sadly, some times it seems like I hate zits more than I hate sin. I also got to thinking about the fact that I didn’t touch my big zit—not once, and it disappeared within a day (to my satisfaction). Sin is like that I have found, and although my sin nature hasn’t taken any extended vacations lately to my dissatisfaction—my sins do seem to have a way of being less of an issue when I don’t obsess about them but rather trust that God meant it when he said he forgives every last one of them.
13 Let us walk properly as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and sensuality, not in quarreling and jealousy. 14 But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires. (Romans 13:13-14, ESV)
I think the idea here is to starve the flesh—my sin nature has trouble surviving let alone prospering when I don’t feed it. Like my big zit, I have this thing for obsessing about things that are better left alone and I am slowly but surely learning that it helps to stop thinking about my sin and start focusing on the one who has delivered me from it’s penalty.
Temptation has a way dissipating when it isn’t messed around with.
If you but love God you may do as you incline.
-Augustine
I’ve stumbled across a story from the life of President Abraham Lincoln a time or two now about an appointee within the president’s cabinet that would try to challenge and stimy the president every chance he got. A friend of honest Abe’s finally came to him and asked why he didn’t have the pesky man replaced. Lincoln, in turn—told his well-meaning friend a story about walking down a country road one day and coming upon a farmer who was busy plowing his field with a horse-drawn plough. As Lincoln approached the farmer he noticed a jumbo sized horsefly on the back-side of the working horse and figured it couldn’t be helping the poor horse concentrate on the task at hand. Lincoln—in an attempt to help the farmer out, went to simply brush off the little pest. As Lincoln raised his hand to take a swat, the farmer protested—Don’t do that, friend. That horsefly is the only thing keeping this old horse moving.
The moral of the story for today’s lesson is simple: Religion is nothing more than a jumbo horsefly and there are those within certain circles of the church who’d like you to do anything—and I stress anything—other than contribute to freeing people from living under the irritating and deadly oppression that religion represents. Those caught up in the facade of religion do not like any one who messes with their religion and they are not afraid to tell you so—to mess with religion is to mess with God. Many church leaders feel the need to use religion to do the same exact thing the farmer was doing with the horsefly—use religion and the endless rules that accompany it as a means of motivating others to live the Christian life.
These preachers of bondage wouldn’t know freedom if it hit them upside the head. In his letter to the Galatian believers—Paul had something entirely different to say than what the peddlers of religion in his day were preaching.
What actually took place is this: I tried keeping rules and working my head off to please God, and it didn’t work. So I quit being a ‘law man’ so that I could be God’s man. Christ’s life showed me how, and enabled me to do it. I identified myself completely with him. Indeed, I have been crucified with Christ. My ego is no longer central. It is no longer important that I appear righteous before you or have your good opinion, and I am no longer driven to impress God. Christ lives in me. The life you see me living is not ‘mine,’ but it is lived by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I am not going to go back on that. (Galatians 2:19-20, The Message Bible)
There is a better way.
It’s called freedom—and it can be a rare commodity in some circles.
There is one case of death-bed repentance recorded, that of the penitent thief, that none should despair; and only one, that none should presume.
-Augustine
Presuming we can deal with Jesus some other day is something that we do. Admit it or not—we have done it.
And we still presume that Jesus can wait.
Jesus comes and presents us with himself—plain and simple—in his majesty and splendor. He can be dramatic, but more often than not he’s almost subtle about it. Unlike us, he’s not pushy or overbearing. While we can be sure he is strong—he is gentle in his approach. And he doesn’t make us come—although, he does have his ways to help make us willing. It’s a rather stark contrast between Jesus and our other choices you know. I will confess that I deal with this daily—so if you were looking for company—you have it. If you were looking for good company—don’t push it.
You see, Jesus always calls us to follow him today rather than putting him off until a rainy day. I think we presume that following Jesus means joining the local convent or taking an oath of celibacy—and I suppose it could. But I think often times we make following Jesus—not easier—but much more complicated than it actually is.
Buechner writes in Beyond Words,
For the best to happen, the worst must stop happening—the worst we are, the worst we do. But maybe it isn’t as difficult as it sounds. It was a hardened criminal within minutes of death, after all, who said only, ‘Jesus, remember me,’ and that turned out to be enough. ‘This day you will be with me in paradise’ was the answer he just managed to hear.
The unrepentant thief missed Jesus entirely while the believing one realized the urgency in today—he knew he couldn’t presume he had tomorrow.
4 Show me, O LORD, my life’s end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting is my life. (Psalm 39:4, ESV)
Teach us Lord—to presume not that our days are not somehow numbered.
‘This is the day which the Lord has made,’ says Psalm 118. ‘Let us rejoice and be glad in it’ (v. 24). Or weep and be sad in it for that matter. The point is to see it for what it is, because it will be gone before you know it. If you waste it, it is your life you are wasting. If you look the other way, it may be the moment you’ve been waiting for always that your missing.
All other days have either disappeared into darkness and oblivion or not emerged from it. Today is the only day there is.
-Frederick Buechner (Beyond Words)
Betting that tomorrow will come is not a safe bet. It’s not like you are betting $5 and if you lose—Oh Well, I will win the next one. Assuming that we will have tomorrow to solely trust Jesus for salvation—or with our future and concerns—can turn out to be like betting your life and losing. The issue is never Will God be merciful or will God still love me tomorrow? The question in front of us is: Do we have tomorrow? And we can’t answer that with a definite Yes! Will we be able to make that call to an estranged wife or a wayward child tomorrow? Will we have another chance to talk to our son about the unfathomable love of Jesus or will we have another moment to hug our mom? Will we have another opportunity to reach out to our hurting neighbor who just lost his wife to cancer?
Jesus is the Savior for today.
4 So he ran on ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree to see him, for he was about to pass that way. 5 And when Jesus came to the place, he looked up and said to him, ‘Zacchaeus, hurry and come down, for I must stay at your house today.’ 6 So he hurried and came down and received him joyfully. 7 And when they saw it, they all grumbled, ‘He has gone in to be the guest of a man who is a sinner.’ 8 And Zacchaeus stood and said to the Lord, ‘Behold, Lord, the half of my goods I give to the poor. And if I have defrauded anyone of anything, I restore it fourfold.’ 9 And Jesus said to him, ‘Today salvation has come to this house, since he also is a son of Abraham. (Luke 19:4-9, ESV—italics mine)
The little man Zacchaeus came down out of that tree and had Jesus over for a fish-fry that day—he didn’t wait another day to act in response to Jesus’ request. And on that day—God had his way with the shady tax man and he made him a saint. The stakes are too high to bank on tomorrow, because if we don’t have tomorrow and we don’t do what we can do today—we’ll never get to do those things at all.
God’s going to be merciful tomorrow, he’s going to be loving forever—but what will you have missed out on by not trusting in his mercy and his loving-kindness today?
Life I’d say.
Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God.
-Martin Luther
I pledge allegiance to Jesus Christ.
It’s always bothered me to pledge allegiance to a country that can neither save my soul or secure my future. While I’m an American, in no way do I consider God and country in the same ball park. Hey, I’m all for baseball, hot dogs, and apple pie—although I do prefer a nice import to a Chevrolet (go figure—I was born and raised in the Motor City).
America is the land of the free but she didn’t die an innocent death at the hands of sinners on my behalf so that I could be forgiven an ocean liner full of sins. I could be living in a poorer than poor remote third world country and Jesus would still be the Savior of mankind—America or no America.
25 Now great crowds accompanied him, and he turned and said to them, 26 ‘If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple. 27 Whoever does not bear his own cross and come after me cannot be my disciple…’ (Luke 14:25-27, ESV)
Wow. Pretty tough talk there. Jesus wasn’t fooling around and after considering the rest of what he taught—you might get the idea he is delusional without a further look into what he was really saying here. What Jesus isn’t advocating or sanctioning is—hate for ones’ family (let alone anyone else). We know that by the whole of what he teaches elsewhere. Bear in mind, this is the same Jesus who taught his followers to not only love their neighbors but to love their enemies—to not only turn the other cheek but to offer your abuser the shirt off your back. He wouldn’t possibly then turn around and shoot out the other side of his mouth Oh, and while your at it—hate your families.
No—Jesus is saying nothing of the sort. What Jesus is saying is this: Nothing and no one should compete for our allegiance to him—not our jobs—not our money—not our pleasures—not our passions (such as writing or our yoga class)—not our country—not even our families.
In comparison to him—we should hate all others.
I am to cling to Christ alone; he has taught neither too much nor too little. He has taught me to know God the Father, has revealed himself to me, and has also acquainted me with the Holy Spirit. He has also taught me how to live and how to die and has told me what to hope for. What more do I want?
-Martin Luther
What else is there? Who else is there? If you have lived one day as a Jesus-follower and spent a thousand without him you know what Luther is getting at. I have enjoyed many of the niceties this world can offer and yet—Jesus is in a class of his own. Even my own children—as much as I dig them—are no match for Jesus.
I adore Jesus—I am learning to appreciate others. But no one else deserves my worship. How often I pay homage to that which competes with Jesus for my affection and it never suffices.
No one else can satisfy my deepest longings.
Third Day sings:
I’ve heard all the stories
I’ve seen all the signs
Witnessed all the glory. Yeah
Tasted all that’s fine
Nothing compares
to the greatness of knowing You, Lord…
I see all the people
Wasting all their time
Building up their riches
For a life that’s fine
What will it finally take for us to learn that any life we seek outside of Christ is sure to leave us hungry, empty, disillusioned, and wore-out? If we’d only seek him before and above all else how full and overflowing our lives and our hearts would be!
Peter, the rough-edged servant of Jesus, knew full well.
67 So Jesus said to the Twelve, ‘Do you want to go away as well?’ 68 Simon Peter answered him, ‘Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, 69 and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.” (John 6:67-69, ESV)
Teach us to cling to you alone Lord Jesus.
This one gospel, this message of news that was simultaneously threatening and promising, concerned the coming of Jesus the Messiah, the long-awaited King, and included something about his origins, the ministry of his forerunner, his brief ministry of teaching and miraculous transformation, climaxing in his death and resurrection. These elements are not independent pearls on a string that constitutes the life and times of Jesus the Messiah. Rather, they are elements tightly tied together. Accounts of Jesus’ teaching cannot be rightly understood unless we discern how they flow toward and point toward Jesus’ death and resurrection. All of this together is the one gospel of Jesus Christ, to which the canonical Gospels bear witness. To study the teaching of Jesus without simultaneously reflecting on his passion and resurrection is far worse than assessing the life and times of George Washington without reflecting on the American Revolution, or than evaluating Hitler’s ‘Mein Kampf’ without thinking about what he did and how he died. Second, we shall soon see that to focus on Jesus’ teaching while making the cross peripheral reduces the glorious good news to mere religion, the joy of forgiveness to mere ethical conformity, the highest motives for obedience to mere duty. The price is catastrophic.
-D.A. Carson
Some years ago now I was out playing golf (as I am fond of doing) and after finishing my round I noticed something drastic was missing. I couldn’t put my finger on it immediately, but as I drove home I slowly but surely began to see just what it was that had went wrong—I hadn’t enjoyed my round of golf one bit and I had missed all of the beauty there was for the taking over the course of my four hour excursion. What I had just paid a pretty penny to savor—I had let slip through the palms of my hands.
So it is with a flippant and unintentional handling of the truth of Jesus Christ.
We can miss Jesus even going to Mass or worship service every day of the week, and dare I say—even memorizing our Bibles upside down and inside out. To somehow proceed in the Christian life without a revelation of some sort of idea about just how far-reaching and pertinent the effects of the cross of Christ are indeed—like my afternoon at the golf course in which I missed the whole reason I go to play in the first place—to somehow view Jesus without seeing his crowning event and subsequent glorification is to miss Jesus entirely. Jesus wasn’t merely a piece of history—all of history rests on the revelation of just Who it is that he is and what it was that he accomplished here after leaving all of the riches of heaven and visiting this poverty stricken earth.
We must never forget that the Cross has implications in regards to the movies we see, the relationships we cherish, the thoughts we share (and the ones we hide)—and even the food we eat.
The Cross leaves no stones unturned.
52 The Jews then disputed among themselves, saying, ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’ 53 So Jesus said to them, ‘Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. 54 Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day.’ (John 6:52-54, ESV)
Anyone who wants to snack on Jesus doesn’t have life.
When Jesus invites us to eat he invites us to a meal.
I ask you neither for health nor for sickness, for life nor for death; but that you may dispose of my health and my sickness, my life and my death, for your glory… You alone know what is expedient for me; you are the sovereign master, do with me according to your will. Give to me, or take away from me, only conform my will to yours. I know but one thing, Lord, that it is good to follow you, and bad to offend you. Apart from that, I know not what is good or bad in anything. I know not which is most profitable to me, health or sickness, wealth or poverty, nor anything else in the world. That discernment is beyond the power of men or angels, and is hidden among the secrets of your providence, which I adore, but do not seek to fathom.
-A prayer from Blaise Pascal
We are the do-it-ourselfers. We get much too much caught up in attempting to fix ourselves—Thanks God for the offer, but we’ll take it from here. If anything, when it comes to our growth in grace—our efforts to better ourselves are off the charts (as if it were possible for a terminally ill man to provide his own cure). Like any project gone bad—we only make our condition worse than it originally was at the onset when we take matters of our sanctification into our own hands.
A good friend of mine who leads a Christian men’s recovery movement is fond of putting it this way—We aren’t bad people trying to get good, we are sick people getting well. I would confer as I think the gospel message proclaims exactly the same. And while I would agree that the human body has a remarkable capacity to heal itself, I would only add that it is God who created that same human body and that he is the one behind it’s being able to recover health and wholeness in the first place. In other words—we can’t heal ourselves alone. Worse than ending in mere frustration, any attempts to do so will ultimately end in failure.
If you have ever seen a face-lift gone bad, you might understand what I am getting at.
Our self-improvement projects are doomed from the onset and only serve our own peril, mind you—how many of them are for the wrong reasons? Our personal holiness and righteousness initiatives are nothing more than religious ego trips—efforts to make others think of us as spiritual—more Christlike than we actually are. Shouldn’t we want to live lives that glorify God out of love for God rather than for the love of applause? Our insecurities and our hunger for approval and acceptance run deeper than we readily admit. We have to ask ourselves what our motive is when we become either obsessive or compulsive about our own growth in grace—and a good indicator we are out of bounds is when we find ourselves beating up others about their own lack in such matters.
Solomon wrote:
13 Consider the work of God: who can make straight what he has made crooked? 14 In the day of prosperity be joyful, and in the day of adversity consider: God has made the one as well as the other, so that man may not find out anything that will be after him. 15 In my vain life I have seen everything. There is a righteous man who perishes in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man who prolongs his life in his evildoing. (Ecclesiastes 7:13-15, ESV)
God is making those of us who were nothing but crooked—straight. We haven’t arrived yet—we are still being changed and we still have a ways to go. We can be sort of like kids who ask on the way to the family vacation destination—Are we almost there?
Not yet—but we’ll get there soon enough.
We have God’s word on it.
In the meantime–let’s trust him to drive while we attempt to relax a little and enjoy the ride—he does know where he is taking us after all.
In moving on to another topic in our next blog I will summarize with this: Life for the Jesus-follower should be lived in the light of just what it is Jesus did on the Cross. We ought to focus less on our piddly efforts and more on the suffering of Christ Jesus—including the priceless fruits and glorious benefits afforded to us by his doing so—today and in eternity future.
God’s not giving us a face-lift—no, it’s much more than that—he is renovating our hearts, and as any skilled surgeon would have it, he’s doing the surgery.
God’s goal is not to make sure you’re happy. Life is not about your being comfortable, happy, successful and pain free. It is about becoming the man God has called you to be. Life is not about you. It’s about God. He doesn’t exist to make us happy. We exist to bring Him glory.
-Chuck Swindoll
I have never served in the U.S. Armed Forces but I am informed enough to know there is a certain code of honor to be followed when you join up. First of all you are no longer your own—you are now the property (if you will) of whatever branch you have selected, or has selected you (in the case of a draft). And secondly, there is a certain set of principles and an order of living that you are now expected to adhere to.
Despite much of today’s popular teaching and current line of thinking—the same type of thing that goes for tatooed Jarheads with a propensity to cuss a fair amount goes for those of us who would identify ourselves as the followers of Jesus. We are no longer our own and we are now called to a different way of living than the life we once lived. You could say we are no longer civilians—we now have become soldiers.
Our place in the family of God couldn’t be more secure. That’s never the issue. There’s not one single act or a series of a million deeds we could do to secure our place in the family of God. Jesus has completed that mission. However, what is always an issue is whether we are living a life of ease, selfishness, and conformity to the world—or, are we living in such a way that the pulse of our lives is to glorify God? I’m guessing, and I am going out on a limb—that we could all use some improvement. I’ll speak for myself in confessing that I am not only challenged by Swindoll’s short but stinging commentary—but his words are an occasion for me to pause for contemplation and a healthy kind of introspection.
Paul had this to say himself:
1 I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, 2 with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, 3 eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. (Ephesians 4:1-3, ESV)
Only you can really answer Paul’s question for yourself, I can’t, your husband can’t, your boss can’t—not even your pastor can.
Are you walking in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called?
Philip Malancthon once said to his friend Martin Luther, ‘Today, Martin, you and I will discuss God’s governance of the universe,’ to which Luther replied, ‘No, Philip. Today you and I are going fishing, and we’ll leave the governance of the universe to God.’
-Mark Buchanan—The Rest of God (p. 220)
I’ve never gotten along real well with the hot-shot who seems to know exactly what the poor sap trying to beat Tiger Woods ought to do. This is typically the same guy who won’t play the terrorizing game of golf since it means getting off his rear. Maybe our would-be Tiger-killer would have an altogether different attitude if he were to go out and try and qualify for a PGA Tour Event himself. Tougher to do than to talk about.
It’s pretenders and critics that are busy talking a good game while the Jesus-followers are quietly walking with God.
6 ‘With what shall I come before the LORD, and bow myself before God on high? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves a year old? 7 Will the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousands of rivers of oil? Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?’ 8 He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God. (Micah 6:6-8, ESV)
There are more armchair quarterbacks than real ones. It’s easier to beat Tiger Woods in theory than on the course, although I’m not so sure even beating Tiger in theory can be done. When it comes to reality—fat chance. My point is this: Try being like Jesus yourself before you pass judgment on someone else who has decided to take up the occupation. Jesus was no slouch and being like Jesus isn’t the same as being like your favorite uncle. It’s easy to compare ourselves to a guy like John Daly lets say—and it may be why he’s just so popular. But Jesus—good luck. It’s impossible in your own strength to follow Jesus, and unless you’ve done it, you might want to consider reserving your criticisms until you have. It’s always the non-practicing Christian (oxymoron I realize) who has all the answers. I’m not denying that there are phonies—that’s the case with everything. And I’m not talking about the bogus television preachers in this blog. I have met a police officer or two who do not represent the majority.
I still haven’t met an armchair quarterback I like.
But it’s sure hard not to like Tiger Woods.
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