Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Rehab Russell

 

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Work hard so you can present yourself to God and receive his approval.  Be a good worker, one who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly explains the word of truth.  2 Timothy 2:15

This verse is my life’s verse.  It chose me, I didn’t choose it.  It was first given to me by my Mom and Dad, written by my mother’s hand as an inscription on the flyleaf of my first Bible.  Later (and continually) that verse showed up in ways too numerous to recount in a short devotional.  Those ways were ambushes to my lazy streak, and gifts of encouragement to my “timid Timothy” ways.  That verse is not my “slogan” – it is my life-saving guide and reminder of the trust Jesus has in me, and that which I must forge on the inside of my character.

We will post more about that next week…which leads me to what’s been going on the past three months, and what’s ahead this week for Rehab Russell…and (perhaps) an encouragement for you.

I’m getting set to receive a Cardioverter-Defibrillator implant tomorrow.  This little gem is a combination of pacemaker (which is supposed to whip my under-performing heart pump into compliance), and a defibrillator (think hospital Emergency Room; think Surgery table with half-a-dozen professionals in scrubs.  One of the docs is holding paddles attached to a charger.  In my musing the paddles are poised over Russell’s chest getting ready to wake-up my ticker and tell him it’s not cool, this decision to call it a day).  The device they’re going to implant in my chest will be a personal hospital ER team and electric chair, all contained in a 6-ounce plastic computer/mini-reactor with twelve sensor leads surrounding my heart muscle which started beating about three-quarters of a century ago.  I keep musing on how loud the little voice will sound coming from within my chest cavity...CLEAR!  And…how, pray tell, did they fit the little doctor man inside that device?  I want to know!  Interesting ride through this life, ain’t it?

For the past few months that ride has been a stationary recumbent bicycle in the rehab unit 40-minutes at a time.  Don’t let the name fool you, “recumbent” doesn’t mean lay-back-nappy-time; it’s more wear-your-bones-to-the-nub-pedaling-for-your-life time.  I’ve logged a couple hundred miles on that thing and never left the hospital’s rehab unit.  One comes to think of it as the HAMSTER OLYMPICS…pedal like a fool…don’t move an inch.

And isn’t it the interesting/challenging times in life that cause you to think a little more deeply about this life?  I know it has been that way with me for the past several months since the doctor told me my heart pumps only 20% of the blood it ought to be pumping.  The deeper thinking you do with such information tells me there isn’t much that stands between me and hearing “CLEAR”!

For You Today

So…if the message isn’t as CLEAR as it could be today, let me CLEAR the debris out and speak CLEARLY.  It shouldn’t take the threat of a room full of medical first-responders to get you connected to God.  That’s something we are all hard-wired to work-on every day, to talk about with Him every waking hour, and keep the hub of your spiritual life from collecting cobwebs.  After all, as Peter the Apostle put it, bring your cares to Him…because He cares for YOU![1]  There is no more important or CLEAR call on your life every day.  Is there?

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images:  Russell Brownworth (own work)   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

For other posts on this text see The Making of a Good Servant and Recycled Sermons



[1] Loose “Brownworth” translation of 1 Peter 5:7

Monday, December 20, 2021

Differences

 

Monday, December 20, 2021

Isaac pleaded with the Lord on behalf of his wife, because she was unable to have children.  The Lord answered Isaac’s prayer, and Rebekah became pregnant with twins.  But the two children struggled with each other in her womb.  So she went to ask the Lord about it.  “Why is this happening to me?” she asked.  And the Lord told her, “The sons in your womb will become two nations.  From the very beginning, the two nations will be rivals.  One nation will be stronger than the other; and your older son will serve your younger son.”  And when the time came to give birth, Rebekah discovered that she did indeed have twins!  The first one was very red at birth and covered with thick hair like a fur coat.  So they named him Esau.  Then the other twin was born with his hand grasping Esau’s heel.  So they named him Jacob.  Isaac was sixty years old when the twins were born.  As the boys grew up, Esau became a skillful hunter.  He was an outdoorsman, but Jacob had a quiet temperament, preferring to stay at home.  Isaac loved Esau because he enjoyed eating the wild game Esau brought home, but Rebekah loved Jacob.  Genesis 25:21-28

Wellington (the reddish guy on the left of the picture) and Gracie Cotton, (somewhat older than Wellie, and now passed) were as different as one could imagine.  Gracie would chase anything that moved in our yard; Wellie barks, but moves like a battleship turns.  Given the opportunity of an unlatched-gate, Gracie would wander the neighborhood, while Wellie ambles closer to home.  Gracie loved to snuggle next to any human with a pulse.  Wellie wants to know you’re there, but he’s the Esau among us; he will lick you in the face for food, but let’s not overdo it, thank you.

Differences in Isaac’s children were evident from before they were born – they were having a wrestling match even in Rebekah’s womb.  At birth, Esau was anxious and entered the daylight first, but Jacob was not letting him out of arm’s reach.  These boys’ descendants are still in a tug-of-war to this moment.

Differences are as natural in a family as similarities.  And it’s not just appearances.  There are the dimensions of preference and spirit also.  Esau preferred having a bow in his hands, stalking game in the woods.  Jacob was a homebody.  He was the kid who would’ve been teased in the 6th grade as a “mama’s-boy”.  And Scripture doesn’t hesitate to underscore that.  Rebekah’s favorite of the two was Jacob, while Esau’s hunting and cooking skills made his Dad, Isaac, a happy man.

It took Esau and Jacob about 40 years to come to terms with their differences.  Jacob was the ambitious one, willing to connive and deceive his way to wealth and control, while Esau took what he wanted with the weight of the firstborn.  Still, Esau was destined to serve his younger brother, Jacob.  In the final chapters of their relationship (see Genesis 33) Jacob and Esau meet after a 20 year separation. The elder, Esau, has graciously come to terms with how he was wronged by his brother, and the younger brother-deceiver has gone straight, preferring to trust God’s way rather than his own manipulative bent.  The differences have melted into the distant past, while the bond of humanity and brotherhood have surfaced to the forefront. 

Ultimately the squabble between Jacob and Esau resurfaced in their descendants, the two nations Rebekah was told were in her womb, and these are constantly in the news reports to this day.  It appears the Arabs and Jews will be at it until Jesus comes, as assuredly as the Republicans and Democrats are fighting each other under the Capitol Dome.

What do we make of that?  We must embrace the take-away-lesson of human relationships we see in the footloose hunter and the heel-grabbing manipulator; whatever you sow, you reap.  It matters little whether you care more for the stalk-and-kill, or the scheme-and-grab, anything other than God’s love-and-be loved will eventually come-‘round just as you sent-it-‘round.

For You Today

Take stock of your own nature today, hunter or homebody, gregarious or introvert, or whatever of the Meyers-Briggs personality combinations[1] you discover, and decide today that God is the maker of them all.  Differences don’t have to keep brothers at each other’s throats.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images:  Russell Brownworth (own work)   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

For other posts on this text see No Place Before God and No Place Before God - Part 2



[1] Go HERE to find out more about the Meyers-Briggs Personality indicator

Sunday, December 19, 2021

Mystery in a Manger

Zechariah had spent nine months unable to speak.  It happened because he had acted in unbelief.  Nine months prior, an angel had appeared to Zechariah to tell him his prayers had been answered; his wife, Elisabeth, would bear him a son.  The conversation went something like, Are you nuts, man?  I am like a zillion years old, and my wife’s past all that…way past. 

Some things never change!  Both Abraham and Sarai had laughed when an angel came to tell them her 90 year-old body would produce a son the following year.  Zechariah was Abraham’s descendant in more than one way!

I used to think it was rather cruel of God to make Zechariah speechless for nine months just because he asked that question.  I’m a lot older, and just a little bit wiser now; I see the point.  Zechariah was to be the father of Jesus’ forerunner, John the Baptist.  Zechariah was going to need all the faith available to handle his responsibilities as father of a prophet.  He needed nine months to think.  When you talk a lot you don’t think much.  God shut Zechariah up until the right time.

When his son was born, Zechariah had come full cycle in faith.  Everyone looked to him when Elisabeth wanted to name the child “John”.  Zechariah couldn’t speak, so he took chalk and slate in hand and wrote in big bold letters: 

His name is JOHN!

And that changed everything; Zechariah’s mouth was opened.  Nine months of silence brought repentance; Zechariah was a believer.  The result was the prophecy and praise of a converted heart!  There is a lesson in that.  If you have sinned…even sinned big time, and you sense that you are laboring under the rebuke of God’s punishment – remember Zechariah.  Remember the Lord forgives, and even turns our rebuke into reward. 

God took faithless Zechariah and made him the faithful prophet and father of John the Baptist.  So if you are a Zechariah today, remember, you can come home to faith!

What did Zechariah say once his tongue got loose?

“And you, my little son, will be called the prophet of the Most High, because you will prepare the way for the Lord.  You will tell his people how to find salvation through forgiveness of their sins.  Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.”  Luke 1:76-79

Zechariah told the Good News!

The prophecy of Zechariah centers around two major facts – and those which separate Christianity from every religious thought or faith in the universe:

*    We have a God who shows-up in person.

*    We have a God who forgives by grace.

Zechariah spoke of a God who would give light to them that sit in darkness.  He talked about a God who would guide our feet into the way of peace.  This is a God who showed up in the person of Jesus Christ.  This is the mystery that showed up in the manger, a personal God who has taken on the flesh of man and visited us. 

And that God forgives by grace.  There is no doing or achieving you can do to be absolved of your sins.  You can’t work hard to stockpile good karma through your good deeds in this life.  Jesus Christ, a God who shows up, and forgives by grace.  That’s the mystery of Christmas, the shadow of the cross over a manger.

          ·       Only in Christ is there the correct understanding that we are lost in darkness.  That darkness is sin. 

          ·       Only in Christ is there the God who forgives our sin by His grace. 

          ·       Only in Christ has God come and paid the un-payable price of death, so our sins could be forgiven.

          ·       Only in Christ has there been resurrection.

          ·       Only in Jesus Christ is there life!

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, imprisoned by Hitler during World War II, wrote to his fiancé about a lesson learned from life in prison:

A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes, does various unessential things, and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.[1]

So what do we think about how God did that?  What does it mean to be loved by a God who understands us enough to have the shadow of a cross over a manger containing His only begotten son?

Dr. Maxwell Maltz, was a famous plastic surgeon.  One day, a woman came to see Dr. Maltz about her husband.  She told the doctor that her husband had been injured while attempting to save his parents from a burning house.  He couldn't get to them.  They both were killed, and his face was burned and disfigured.  He had given up on life and gone into hiding.  He wouldn't let anyone see him, not even his wife.  Dr. Maltz told the woman not to worry.  With the great advances we've made in plastic surgery in recent years, he said, I can restore his face.

She explained that he wouldn't let anyone help him because he believed God disfigured his face to punish him for not saving his parents.  Then she made a shocking request:  I want you to disfigure my face so I can be like him!  If I can share in his pain, then maybe he will let me back into his life.  I love him so much; I want to be with him. And if that is what it takes; then that is what I want to do.

Of course, Dr. Maltz would not agree, but he was moved deeply by that wife's determined and total love.  He got her permission to try to talk to her husband.  He went to the man's room and knocked, but there was no answer.  He called loudly through the door, I know you are in there, and I know you can hear me, so I've come to tell you that my name is Dr. Maxwell Maltz.  I'm a plastic surgeon, and I want you to know that I can restore your face.

There was no response.  Again, he called loudly, Please come out and let me help restore your face.  But again, there was no answer.  Still speaking through the door, Dr. Maltz told the man what his wife was asking him to do.  She wants me to disfigure her face, to make her face like yours in the hope that you will let her back into your life.  That's how much she loves you.  That's how much she wants to help you!

There was a moment of silence, and then, ever so slowly, the doorknob began to turn.  The disfigured man came out to make a new beginning and to find a new life.  He was set free, brought out of hiding, given a new start by his wife's love. 

It's a dramatic expression of human love that gives us a picture, however faint, of the saving love of Jesus Christ, what we call the Atonement,[2] this gift God gave us in that mysterious manger – Jesus Christ, becoming what we are to give us what He is.  It’s a gift you can’t buy, earn, inherit, or find by chance; it is entirely received with open hands and bowed knees. 

Now the only thing you shouldn’t do with the offer of a gift like that is act like Zechariah.  Don’t imagine it can’t be done.  Open-up your mouth right away and say, Yes, Lord!  Be faith-filled, and live!

In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.



Title Image:  Pixabay.com Unless noted, Scripture from The New Living Translation 


[1] PREACHING TODAY.COM, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, in Letters and Papers from Prison; in a letter to his fiancée, Maria von Wedemeyer from Tegel Prison in Germany, November 21, 1943; submitted by Bill White, Paramount, CA

[2]HomileticsOnline.com, quoting Maxie Dunnam, This Is Christianity (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1994), 60-61.

Friday, December 17, 2021

SAFE

 

Friday, December 17, 2021

Listen to me, you fat cows living in Samaria, you women who oppress the poor and crush the needy, and who are always calling to your husbands, “Bring us another drink!”  The Sovereign Lord has sworn this by his holiness:
“The time will come when you will be led away with hooks in your noses.  Every last one of you will be dragged away like a fish on a hook!  You will be led out through the ruins of the wall; you will be thrown from your fortresses,” says the Lord.  “Go ahead and offer sacrifices to the idols at Bethel.  Keep on disobeying at Gilgal.  Offer sacrifices each morning, and bring your tithes every three days.  Present your bread made with yeast as an offering of thanksgiving.  Then give your extra voluntary offerings so you can brag about it everywhere!  This is the kind of thing you Israelites love to do,” says the Sovereign Lord.  “I brought hunger to every city and famine to every town.  But still you would not return to me,” says the Lord.  “I kept the rain from falling when your crops needed it the most.  I sent rain on one town but withheld it from another.  Rain fell on one field, while another field withered away.  People staggered from town to town looking for water, but there was never enough.  But still you would not return to me,” says the Lord.  “I struck your farms and vineyards with blight and mildew.  Locusts devoured all your fig and olive trees.  But still you would not return to me,” says the Lord.  “I sent plagues on you like the plagues I sent on Egypt long ago.  I killed your young men in war and led all your horses away.  The stench of death filled the air!  But still you would not return to me,” says the Lord.  “I destroyed some of your cities, as I destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah.  Those of you who survived were like charred sticks pulled from a fire.  But still you would not return to me,” says the Lord.  “Therefore, I will bring upon you all the disasters I have announced.  Prepare to meet your God in judgment, you people of Israel!”  For the Lord is the one who shaped the mountains, stirs up the winds, and reveals his thoughts to mankind.  He turns the light of dawn into darkness and treads on the heights of the earth.  The Lord God of Heaven’s Armies is his name!  Amos 4:1-13

There is an enormous difference between SAFE and Safe…when used as directed.  A few days ago I was using one of those sponges that is “safe,” meaning it won’t scratch your stove, sink, or refrigerator's polished finish…but only when used in strict adherence to the instructions on the wrapper.  The manufacturer takes no responsibility if you disregard the instructions.  That means you can use it any way you want…but that also means you will live with the consequences.  In my case, the lady of the house would see to the consequences if I leaned hard on the scratchy side of that sponge, and left a trail of scrapes on her black porcelain cooktop!  I suppose it also makes sense that you don’t use Ajax cleanser on a stainless-steel sink, unless you prefer dull stainless to shiny.  I’ve learned a lot of things in our nearly 55 years of marriage (mostly the hard way).

So, what does that have to do with Amos?  Well, I was just connecting the dots when it comes to ignoring instructions from the manufacturer.  Amos learned that 2,800 years ago when God gave him the message that Israel’s time was about up.  Their self-serving, self-absorbed ways had run God’s patience thin.  They were about to experience the consequences of ignoring their manufacturer’s warning label.  They’d disregarded God’s instructions, and all the emails, texts, calls, and final notice letters…housecleaning was about to take on a new look.

When it comes to God-blessed nations, Israel and America would certainly be on anyone’s list.  But with blessing comes responsibility.  If you fail to follow His instructions, you set yourself up to be on your own in dealing with the consequences.

For You Today

The people who belong to Jesus have a responsibility to speak plainly to our culture and this generation.  We cannot afford to depend on our reputation, history, or resources with the arrogant attitude that says we will never be judged.  None of us is exempt from the manufacturer’s instructions.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images:  Pixabay.com  Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

For other posts on this text see When God's Message Stings and Stubborn to the Bitter End

Thursday, December 16, 2021

Life in a Downward Spiral

 

Thursday, December 16, 2021

For God’s will was for us to be made holy by the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ, once for all time.  Under the old covenant, the priest stands and ministers before the altar day after day, offering the same sacrifices again and again, which can never take away sins.  But our High Priest offered himself to God as a single sacrifice for sins, good for all time.  Then he sat down in the place of honor at God’s right hand.  There he waits until his enemies are humbled and made a footstool under his feet.  For by that one offering he forever made perfect those who are being made holy.  And the Holy Spirit also testifies that this is so.  For he says, “This is the new covenant I will make with my people on that day, says the Lord:  I will put my laws in their hearts, and I will write them on their minds.”  Then he says, “I will never again remember their sins and lawless deeds.”  And when sins have been forgiven, there is no need to offer any more sacrifices.  Hebrews 10:10-18

A common, but quite amazing phenomenon among Christians, is guilt that drives us over and over to seek God’s forgiveness.  Guilt is that sense of moral outrage against one’s own deeds because they offend our Creator, God (let’s call it “holy guilt”).  We seek God’s forgiveness because we understand deep inside us, there is no way to purge that uneasiness with the future while the past has such a deadening influence on our present.  We worry about facing God some day with whatever “forbidden fruit” we took still staining our hands.  In short, we become stuck, unable to move forward with life, because we are broken inside from self-condemnation.  We knew the cookie jar was off-limits, but we still have those crumbs to witness against us.  Our crime was first-degree.  We are guilty, so we labor under the downward-spiral load of guilt, until driven to God’s grace. 

But the most amazing, most puzzling reality (for me) is failing to accept the joy of being forgiven.  Instead of getting-up from the altar to live a joy-filled, abundant, overcoming life, we return to wallow in unforgiveness, rejecting that we are truly forgiven, and cleansed.  His Word declares it, but we sense such guilt that we live in fear of being condemned.  And then we even worry about the guilt being a manifestation of our unbelief…another sin.  As a result we sink further into the abyss, that downward-spiral of wondering how we can be saved at all if we can’t trust God to forgive what has been confessed?

The process I’ve just described is not something theoretical with me; this is something with which I’ve wrestled.  When much younger I struggled with wanting that which didn’t belong to me.  When I chose to take what belonged to another, guilt became my travelling companion.  It was real, overpowering, and (in hindsight) highly effective to drive me to confess my sin to God.  What I didn’t know then was the enemy would use the knowledge of my untrustworthiness to invade my walk with Christ for decades. 

I once heard a minister friend describe the enemy’s arsenal of weapons for the warfare he conducts against God’s family.  He said one of the tools of which Satan is particularly fond is accusatory guilt.  (One of the names Scripture dubs him is the accuser of our brothers and sisters)[1].  This accusation’s purpose is to destroy God’s joy in us, to falsely convict us of that which God has truly forgiven.  My friend’s word to his flock that day was:  If Satan can’t keep you out of Heaven, he will move mountains to make sure he ruins your witness here on Earth.

I’ve needed that word in my life.  It has helped a sinner experience grace, and true forgiveness.  Imperfect people need that!

For You Today

Do you know any imperfect people who are plagued with the downward-spiral of failing to live-into God’s forgiveness?  Could be you live with one, right inside your own skin.  If so, it’s time to shed that convict mentality; those whom God has forgiven are free to live, serve, and bless their God with joy unspeakable, and full of glory!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images:  Pixabay.com  Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

For another post on this text see Never-Ending Sins

Wednesday, December 15, 2021

The Weight of Being in Control

 

Wednesday, December 15, 2021

“To what can I compare the people of this generation?” Jesus asked. “How can I describe them?  They are like children playing a game in the public square.  They complain to their friends, ‘We played wedding songs, and you didn’t dance, so we played funeral songs, and you didn’t weep.’  For John the Baptist didn’t spend his time eating bread or drinking wine, and you say, ‘He’s possessed by a demon.’  The Son of Man, on the other hand, feasts and drinks, and you say, ‘He’s a glutton and a drunkard, and a friend of tax collectors and other sinners!’  But wisdom is shown to be right by the lives of those who follow it.”  Luke 7:31-35

A crowd is impossible to please.  In a football stadium, whenever the referees throw one of those yellow flags in the air, they’ve judged that one or more of the players have done something outside the rules of the game.  And every time they make half of the people in the crowd happy, and the other half fighting mad!  It just depends on which side you want to win.  You cannot please a crowd.

Whether you’re in the crowd or on the field, the weight of being in control of things raises an elevated level of possibilities for good or evil.  Jesus had just gotten done teaching the crowd that John the Baptist’s ministry of proclaiming God’s salvation through repentance was right.  The crowd was pleased, but the Pharisees, lurking in the shadows, had other ideas.  They began sowing seeds for a crop of discontent among the people, and making plans to take Jesus down.

There’s a worn-out phrase that describes what the Pharisees wanted from Jesus:  You go-along to get-along.  They wanted this son of the carpenter to get in line with their brand of thinking and authority; they considered themselves the referees who were in control of what people could do or think.  They knew best!  And every time Jesus wouldn’t dance or cry to the tunes the Pharisees played, they kept score; the game was getting lopsided…so they decided to kill him.

For the Pharisees, being in control was everything.  Without their elaborate robes, sashes, artifacts, and rituals, they wouldn’t be noticeable.  And they wanted that fame, and the attention that went with it all.  This Jesus, a nobody carpenter’s son from a small town, was ruining everything.

The weight of control is tied to the weight of vested interest.  If change will cost you what you want to keep, the tendency (of selfishness) will be to resist.  The larger the personal stake, the more intense will be the level of resistance.  Fame, notoriety, fortune, and self-gratification are intoxicating – to say the least. 

It’s difficult to read this account of the shoving match the Pharisees created, trying to limit Jesus’ effect on the crowds; those people were the Pharisees’ home team, and this upstart country bumpkin was not going to take away what belonged to them.  The battle was joined at this point; and it would get as ugly as it needed to be for the control-mongers to keep it together their way.

For You Today

One benchmark of true Christian discipleship is the absence of control.  It’s known as the surrendered life.  You enter God’s salvation that way, surrendering control of your life by confessing your sins to God, placing your faith in Christ and His blood-sacrifice on your behalf, and God does the forgiving and saving.  Wanting to be in control of any of that negates your confession.

Confessing is admitting that you are not in control…God is!  And that is a weight that’s wonderful to get off your back!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images:  Pixabay.com  Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©   

For another post on this text see The Original Radical