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…had a major glitch here on this blog and I contacted WordPress awhile back and it only got worse.  The time it was taking me to move around in my drafts and post anything new was too much to handle so I just decided to move.  Eventually I will move the posts here to the new address.

visit the new blog: Nullus Extra Cruem


…and while I am you can follow me on my blogs elsewhere (seen in the left column).  Between this blog and trying to put the finishing touches on my book proposal that I finally settled on (the general premise,  flow and content of the book I am writing that is), carrying on here has taken a backseat in order to keep my foot on the gas pedal (the old too many irons in the fire to keep any hot thought). 

While I intend to make a couple small changes here at Nullus Extra Cruem with the direction I want to go in the days ahead, I plan to blog here again and hopefully soon.  

Keep blogging and more importantly keep your eyes on Jesus!

Consider the postage stamp—it’s usefulness consists in the ability to stick to one thing till it gets there.

-Josh Billings


The ’68 Summer Olympics took place in Mexico City under the cloud of the Tlatelolco massacre which claimed the lives of hundreds of students killed by security forces just ten days before the Games were to begin.  It was mid-way through the Games—October 20th, 1968.  Evening was just settling in.  The last of the marathon runners from all over the world were being escorted off to first aid stations—as is custom when a runner has just spent every last dime of energy in the gruelling heat running as if his life had depended on it.  For those of us who have needed medical attention after a one or two mile run, we can only imagine running three miles until we are so delirious we aren’t sure if we are a marshian from outer space or a human when we finish.           

It had been well over an hour earlier that the winner, Mamo Waldi of Ethiopia, had crossed the finish line and completed the 26.2 mile race, but as the remaining spectators were clearing out an odd thing happened—police sirens began going off down in the entrance tunnel to the stadium.  And the attention suddenly shifted to the gate, where a man wearing the colors of Tanzania came limping into the stadium.  John Steven Aquari had taken a wicked fall during the race and subsequently busted up his knee as well as dislocated the thing.  The crowd began to cheer as the last to finish began to make his way around the track.  After limping around like a dog who had been shot in the hind leg, he eventually crossed the finish line—not to mention in a good amount of pain.  A reporter caught up with the exhausted marathoner and simply asked—Why didn’t you quit?—no one could have blamed him if he had. 
Aquari answered back, My country did not send me 7000 miles to start this race.  My country sent me 7000 miles to finish this race.    
15 Lie not in wait as a wicked man against the dwelling of the righteous; do no violence to his home; 16 for the righteous falls seven times and rises again,   but the wicked stumble in times of calamity.              (Proverbs 24:15-16, ESV)
Is it a battle with pornography that you continue to tangle with, an anger management issue that won’t stop eating at you, a bout with depression that keeps you feeling guilty, or a substance abuse problem that is dogging you years after you decided to get clean?  Maybe it’s gossip or a self-righteousness spirit that you can’t seem to conquer some days.   
We can’t quit—we have been sent here to finish.    

If we but turn to God, that itself is a gift of God.



The evils of being dependent on foreign oil have flooded the airwaves and dominated much of the discourse between this years two political parties as their presidential hopefuls square off.  With gas prices continuing to escalate it won’t be too long and the annual cost of fueling a car to get from point A to point B will soon equal that of sending a son or daughter off to an Ivy League college for an entire calender year.

The praises of self-sufficiency are as prevelant as ever.   We here in the States preach the virtues of self-sufficiency.  To be dependent on anyone other than ourselves is to be weak, or so we are told.  Contrary to what feel-good television preacher  Joel Osteen might have to say—you can be sure that Jesus-followers aren’t to be a self-sufficient people.  And I know that trusting God and throwing off any and every hope that we can change, redeem and save ourselves doesn’t set too well with us proud people, but the writers of Holy Scripture never did ask for our contribution—the gospel message is to shape our opinon instead.

As he watched him go, Jesus told his disciples, ‘Do you have any idea how difficult it is for the rich to enter God’s kingdom? Let me tell you, it’s easier to gallop a camel through a needle’s eye than for the rich to enter God’s kingdom.’

The disciples were staggered. ‘Then who has any chance at all?’

Jesus looked hard at them and said, ‘No chance at all if you think you can pull it off yourself. Every chance in the world if you trust God to do it.’ (Matthew 19:23-26, The Message Bible)

The moment we are born we need air that we cannot provide for ourselves, and in the days to follow we will need care, food and shelter—and much more if we are to grow up healthy.  God’s design has never been that we become self-sufficient, it’s that we become God-dependent.

The doctrine of self-sufficiency is a myth after all. 

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