Like Monkeys
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Thursday, November 19, 2015 | |
They look soft. Cute. Cuddly. In photos and on television, monkeys are portrayed as adorable critters, albeit with a streak of benign Curious George mischief. My moments with monkeys suggest otherwise. In South Africa, a monkey dove through the open door of our resort room, stole the bread off our counter and scampered up a tree with it (glaring at my wife as he stuffed it into his mouth). In Kenya's Nairobi National Park, small monkeys stretched wildly from branch to branch then skittered down trunks. All this effort because some from our group were offering the diminutive primates potato chips. They were clearly accustomed to such exchanges, obviously comfortable snatching the chips from human hands. The monkeys were willing to engage us as long as the treats kept coming. But there was never the slightest hint of gratitude or even simple satisfaction expressed on their furry faces. No cuddling. No friendly chatter. Just a beady-eyed stare in search of more. As our open-top van trekked through the Nairobi National Park, uncomfortable truth settled on my soul. You and I—respectable born again folk—are often more like monkeys than men and women in awe of Christ's generosity. We hungrily snatch every morsel of good that comes our way from the hand of our merciful Savior. Having consumed one “meal of grace,” we look for another and another and another. There is scarce thought toward any show of gratitude, humility, and loving dependence. Like monkeys, we gather around God as long as His hand extends toward us with blessing and provision. But where is our thanks? After all, as James 1:17 reminds us, “Every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow." It’s time to stop acting like monkeys! |
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Confessions from a Repeat Israel Traveler
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Thursday, November 12, 2015 | |
It's supposed to feel sacred, to evoke awe. Yet somehow, I allowed wonder to pass me by. Any trip to the Holy Land is punctuated with moments of spiritual consequence. Like sailing on the Sea of Galilee: you peer out into hills that once hosted a dinner for five thousand. Meandering through the streets of Jerusalem's old city is akin to time travel. But for Holy Land travelers weary of shrines, icons and incense, the Garden Tomb is an oasis. Stone is possessed of a rare eloquence having echoed the words, “He is risen.” This seventh trip to Israel, I did what I always do. I snapped pictures outside what may have been Christ's resting place. Then I assisted one of our tour guests in and out of the stone vault, clicking the shutter of my Nikon all the way. And then we were outside again, walking toward the communion chapel. Only then did I mourn the loss. I had walked inside the tomb where the Son of God may have lain. Yet I failed to truly ponder it. There were cursory thoughts, certainly. But where was the deep pondering over my own sin whose payment bought this room? Understand, I do not venerate the tomb itself, which likely may not be the actual location. Even if it is, the Bible forbids us from worshipping a place. But why my personal distraction? Had I become callous? Or “merely” careless? Truthfully, I was tired on the last day of a full tour. But alas, the Judge of my soul knows better. I went into the tomb, but did not experience the tomb. I captured its image in pixels, but failed to be captured by its essence. God forgive me for having eyes—but not seeing, for collecting spiritual souvenirs—but not really bowing my soul. May God deliver every one of us from “trafficking in holy things.” |
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What Happened Near the Top
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Thursday, November 05, 2015 | |
A 4am wake up alarm is not my idea of a fun time. But some destinations are worth it. Masada is one of them. On the eastern edge of the Judean Wilderness, an isolated mountain dominates the skyline. At the top is a plateau upon which Herod the Great built the fortress known as Masada. Here, 900 Jews once holed up and defied the Roman army until a siege ramp spelled their defeat. Rather than become slaves to Rome, all 900 took their own lives hours before the Romans finally breached the top. The edifice stands defiant against time and weather, as it has for millennia. Two years ago, my friend Dan Anderson, co-producer of Moody Radio's “The Land and the Book” challenged me to join him in a sunrise hike up Masada's “snake path,” which we did with great satisfaction. This year, he invited me (along with a few others) to repeat the feat. Strapping on LED head lights, we worked our way up, awed by the climbers who left before us. They snaked back and forth above, their tiny lights piercing the mountain blackness. A climb up Masada's “Snake Path,” will cost you 700 steps and purchase a view 980 feet above the desert floor. Trip Advisor and Wikipedia suggest the hike should take between 40 minutes and two hours. I clocked in at about 45 minutes—several minutes slower than my time two years ago—and was mildly discouraged. Marathon runner that he is, Dan easily beat me to the top, by at least five minutes. But the thing I will always remember about this climb is what happened near the top. Climbing those stone steps (many of which are not only uneven, but almost cruel in the agony they exact) I began beating myself up over my poor physical conditioning, wondering if I would even finish. That's when I started to hear the sounds. Voices. There was laughter and encouragement and celebration. It grew louder. As I climbed the final step I at last saw the hikers who had gone on before. What a stunning illustration of Hebrews 12:1, “Therefore, surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” Hey don’t give up! The climb may be steep but the destination is worth it! Besides—there’s a celebration coming! |
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The Ultimate Disaster
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Thursday, October 29, 2015 | |
There's the disaster you see—and the disaster you don't see. I'll let you decide which is worse. Walk with me down the cardo (main north-south street) of Beit She‘an, an ancient town at the intersection of the Jordan River and the Jezreel Valley. As the paver blocks are angled (not to mention ancient) do watch your step. Notice the fluted stone columns and cornices. Clearly this place was at one-time a classy neighborhood. Then an earthquake in 679 AD all but leveled the town. Talk about disaster! But this city is also the site of another epic event, one that goes all the way back to the biblical era of King Saul. Saul was a good guy.
Yet time after time, he cut corners, spiritually. He failed to wait for a sacrifice. Failed to execute a king. Took spoils he had been forbidden. He murdered 85 priests! When faced with the ultimate Philistine invasion, rather than consulting God, King Saul consulted a medium—a witch. The very next day, on Mount Gilboa, King Saul lost his life (along with his sons). The Philistines cut off his head and fastened his body to the walls of the city of Beit She'an. What a gruesome ending for someone who seemed to be God's man. Standing at that ancient site, just yards away from where Saul's body would have been spiked gave me pause. You and I attend church Sunday after Sunday with folks who look right, dress right and talk right. They sing all the worship choruses with gusto. Perhaps most of them are as they profess to be—truly born again. But some are not (the Bible tells us so). What a horrible thing to reach the end of this life and the beginning of eternity—only to hear Jesus say, “Depart from me. I never knew you.” That would be the ultimate disaster. |
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Soothing Sounds
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Thursday, October 22, 2015 | |
In the sixties and seventies they called it “white noise”--the background blanket of sound that relaxes some—and makes others more productive. Then, The Sharper Image made it personal with their Sleep Sound Machine. |
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