Sing Your Solo--Not the Symphony!
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Thursday, September 24, 2015 | |
Now that television is clogged with large men lunging at an oblong ball, I reluctantly cede summer's end. Though I love football, I shall miss summer. Most of all, I will miss Saturday mornings in a wooded field. Seated in a comfortable chair I am alone with my Bible, my Creator and His creation. The birds are loud there, with many different sounds. I often close my eyes and count the number of different calls. One bird sounds like a Chevy engine that won't quite start—really! The best way to enjoy, though, is not to over analyze, but to let the layered harmonies of these winged creatures work their melodies into your soul. The birds, I'm convinced, have a few lessons in their twitter (pun likely intended). Lesson One: Your voice—your solo--is unique. Your appearance, your personality, your spiritual gifting—they're not just okay, they're great! So “sing” boldly. As Oscar Wilde put it, “Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.” Lesson Two: Learn to be silent. Lesson Three: Learn to celebrate the symphony. You can only sing one part—not an entire score! As Paul observed, “we have many members in one body and all the members do not have the same function” (Rom. 12:4).It's great to be multi-talented. But it's wrong to attempt to be the whole show. Most people go bird watching. Now if you’ll please excuse me--I have a tweet to send off. |
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An Open Letter to Parents
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Thursday, September 17, 2015 | |
Recently I overheard a conversation between a mother and her young child. The well-intentioned mom informed her son that unless a certain behavior changed, he would not be able to attend Awana Bible club. I don't doubt her motivation. Nor is there anything wrong with stripping a child of privileges for behavior that fails to meet clearly defined age-appropriate expectations. But when we consider all the evil in the world, all the dark forces at work trying to wrap their wicked tentacles around our kids, using a Christian Bible club as a reward to be earned, or a punishment to be meted out seems wildly inappropriate. I've seen this in other situations. A neighbor lady often used our church youth group as a “withholding tool” for disciplining her kids. She wouldn't allow them to attend if they didn't meet a certain behavior standard. So they often missed. Know what? They quit going all together. Think of all the Bible lessons these young people have missed out on. Ponder all the Christian comradery they were shortchanged, the vital friendships that were never forged, the mentoring that never happened. I do not consider it hyperbole to suggest the entire trajectory of their lives may well have been changed—for the worse. And many of the same people who use Bible clubs or youth group meetings as rewards somehow fail to see their child's television or gaming time as candidates for disciplinary withholding. Really! The hymn writer asked, “Is this vile world a friend to grace to help me on to God?” The answer, of course, is no! By all means, we must discipline our children. By all means, let's let children experience consequences for bad behavior or bad choices. But let us never ever prevent them from attending a Christian club or event where the gospel is presented and Jesus is lifted high. We dare not forget that eternity is always at stake. |
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The Man Who Saved Tel Aviv
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Thursday, September 10, 2015 | |
Imagine that you are an air force pilot...but your country has only four airplanes (flying condition unknown). What would you do if 10,000 enemy soldiers advanced to within 16 miles of your nation's second largest city? That was the situation faced by Lou Lenart. According to an article in The Times of Israel, Hungarian born Lenart, of Jewish descent, immigrated to the United States as a child to avoid rampant anti-Semitism. Enlisting in the U.S. Marines at the age of 17, he is said to have “talked his way into flight school” and flew combat missions in the Pacific during World War II. Just three years after the end of World War II, Israel was pronounced a state and Arabs in the region responded with ferocity. An Egyptian army numbering more than 10,000 marched to within sixteen miles of Tel Aviv. Israel's entire air force consisted of four airplanes assembled from smuggled German Messerschmitt parts. Lenart, who was then back in Israel, took off in one of them. “We didn't know if they would fly or if the guns would work,” he said. Determined, Lenart took off. The plane's pistons all fired but the guns did not. Still, Lenart's fearless swooping over the opposing army forced the Egyptians to retreat, now believing the Israelis had a lethal air force. After Lenart took on the entire Egyptian army, newspapers dubbed him, “the man who saved Tel Aviv.” An average hero might have hung up his spurs to glory in the glimmer of international acclaim. But Lenart went on to fly thousands of Jewish refugees from Iraq to Israel and worked as a commercial airline pilot. In a 2012 interview with the Jerusalem Post, Lou Lenart commented, “I was the luckiest man in the world that my destiny brought me to that precise moment to be able to contribute to Israel's survival.” Sadly, as of this summer, Lou Lenart is now gone. Israel could certainly use more of his kind. |
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Using Prayer as a Transition
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Thursday, September 03, 2015 | |
It happens in most every church, most every Sunday morning. The pastor has finished his sermon and the congregation is about to sing another chorus or two. The pastor prays a prayer inviting the Holy Spirit to “do a work among us,” driving home the Bible passage just preached. |
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In a Dark Cave
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Thursday, August 27, 2015 | |
Only when you are in a cave and they turn off the lights do you finally grasp how dark true darkness really is. We experienced such a lights-out encounter touring the Cave of the Mounds. When some workers mining for lead set off a dynamite charge back in 1939, they unknowingly ripped a hole into the Wisconsin wonder known today as the Cave of the Mounds. The “roof” of the cave at any given point along the tour route is between 30 and 60 feet below grass level. So temperature year round is a constant 50 degrees. Unlike most caves, this one had no natural above ground entrance (until the miners blasted their own version of a doorway). Because of this, Cave of the Mounds has no bats, no vermin, no wildlife of any kind. Whether you like caves or loathe them, they surely offer an altogether different perspective on geology, history, and even theology. For me, the “teachable moment” came when staring at stalagmites and stalactites I decided to check the cell phone to see if by any chance I had any coverage. None. Nada. A red “X” glowed where “bars” normally lit up. Because (perhaps like you) I have a bit of imagination, I began running scenarios through my mind that are typical for cave visitors:
Then another thought captured me (forgive me if this strikes you as corny). Lack of cell phone coverage aside, I was no further away from connecting with the God of the universe down in that mine than up on a mountain. The poet David agreed: If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” even the darkness is not dark to you.” (Psalm 139:11-12). Next time you’re in a cave—literal or emotional—there's a light you can count on. |
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