Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Complete Integrity

Thursday, August 8, 2019

“My complaint is with God, not with people.  I have good reason to be so impatient.  Look at me and be stunned.  Put your hand over your mouth in shock.  When I think about what I am saying, I shudder.  My body trembles.  “Why do the wicked prosper, growing old and powerful?  They live to see their children grow up and settle down, and they enjoy their grandchildren.  Their homes are safe from every fear, and God does not punish them.  Their bulls never fail to breed.  Their cows bear calves and never miscarry.  They let their children frisk about like lambs.  Their little ones skip and dance.  They sing with tambourine and harp.  They celebrate to the sound of the flute.  They spend their days in prosperity, then go down to the grave in peace.  And yet they say to God, ‘Go away.  We want no part of you and your ways.  Who is the Almighty, and why should we obey him?  What good will it do us to pray?’  (They think their prosperity is of their own doing, but I will have nothing to do with that kind of thinking.)  Job 21:4-16

One of the things you’ve got to admire about Job is the tenacious way he will not be satisfied with anything less than a complete vindication of faith in God.  When life came unglued for the rich man from Uz the only thing he had left from his previous life was faith.  His riches were gone, stolen by thieves; his children had been taken in a freak accident; his health had turned to painful boils covering his whole body; with all that calamity having befallen the family his place in the community vanished as he became suspect of hiding some deep, dark secret that had God all ticked off.  And even Job’s wife had given up, sniping at what was left of Job’s faith; she got in his face and harped:  why don’t you just get it over; curse God and die. 
Can we talk?  If you were Job, wouldn’t you be a just a little curious if God was really good, and keeping faith was worth it all?  Yet, despite the horrible circumstances, and the obvious question on the table about keeping on with God, that is exactly what Job believed.  His answer to his wife’s snarky question about giving up was the archetype of integrity which never ceases to cling to truth:

But Job replied, “You talk like a foolish woman. Should we accept only good things from the hand of God and never anything bad?”  So in all this, Job said nothing wrong.  Job 2:10

In defense of Mrs. Job, it’s hard to sit by and watch your loved one suffer.  When I got badly injured playing football in high school, my father got to the hospital after they’d taken me to surgery.  When they wheeled me out of the operating room I had tubes everywhere and looked white as a ghost.  Dad took one look at what had been his healthy 16-year-old son that morning…and fainted.  Parents protect; that is our nature and calling.  My bride’s nurture gene kicks into high gear when any one of her children, grand or great-grandchildren is threatened. 
God’s Word tells us Job said nothing wrong in all of this.  And from this we take our cue:  it’s not questioning God which gets us in trouble; it’s refusing to believe amid our questioning. 
God’s not afraid of our questions; I believe He rather enjoys the fact that we want to go deeper into the meaning of why we’re here and how it all works.  It’s more the tone of our questioning that crosses the line between Creator and creature.  You may have heard that a lawyer never asks a question to which he or she doesn’t already have the answer.  That may work for wrangling the truth out in a courtroom, but it will never do in the prayer room.
For You Today
If you’ve got questions, God’s got answers.  Just remember to ask like a faithful friend, not a lawyer.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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[1] Title Image:  William Blake (public domain) courtesy of Wikimedia Commons      
                          Unless otherwise noted, Scripture used from The New Living Translation©

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Blindsided by Love

Thursday, December 13, 2018

With joy you will drink deeply from the fountain of salvation!  In that wonderful day you will sing:  “Thank the Lord!  Praise his name!  Tell the nations what he has done.  Let them know how mighty he is!  Isaiah 12:3-4(NLT)

You know what it means to be blindsided; something happens that surprises you in such a way you can’t believe you never saw it coming.  It could have been bad, like the knee on the football field that put me on an operating table in 1963.  It could be good, like a gift you got, and it wasn’t even your birthday or Christmas.  Stuff comes from the blind side…you never suspect it, until it hits.
I get blindsided a lot. 
There was that time when that new girl showed up on the first day of school.  She walked right past me and I felt like one of those cartoon characters whose jaw literally drops to the floor.  That was 53 years ago, and I still remember the blindside storm of feelings – wow! – huh? – who? – uhm… Hey…anybody know who that is?  That was 9 grandchildren and 4 great-grands ago!  She still turns my head!
In the bad-blindside department about 10 years ago I was headed to church on a bright, sunny morning.  Coming around that sharp curve in the road I saw the stopped car a little too late to do anything but drive right into the ditch.  Distracted and blindsided!
Some blindsides are Christmas and birthday all rolled into one moment; some are the kind where you want to whine:  can-we-start-this-day-over?  
Blindsides can be good or bad, but there is something common to both varieties:  you will tell about them!  It’s human nature that we can’t help talking about those life-events big-enough to qualify as blindsides.  When your life has been rearranged, you will rejoice, moan, celebrate, ruminate, cogitate, think about, regret, and probably do what a hundred other descriptive phrases might fit…but one thing is true…you will not keep it to yourself.  Some things are just too good (or bad) to stay silent!
And that brings me to the mailbox yesterday afternoon.  The mail carrier made it to Brownworth house for the first time since the snow started Saturday.  And there was that envelope from Treasury Services, a letter from the Bishop with a check for $268.80, on behalf of Duke Endowment.  So many years ago, James B. Duke had a passionate drive to make sure pensioned preachers were taken care of, that he endowed a Christmas gift to be shared with Methodist clergy each year.  I’ve been officially-retired for 7 years, and each year I get blindsided by this event.  A man I never met, set up a recurring blindside each Advent season to lift my day, and lighten my load.  He shared his fortune (literally) with people he’d never met, nor would ever meet.
That stewardship mindset of James Duke is a constant reminder for me of Isaiah’s fountain of salvation.  Another man none of us has ever met in the flesh set up the mother of all blindsides.  And he did it in the most unlikely way – no legal papers, trusts, corporate divestments or dividend schemes; Jesus simply took our place on a cross.  What he left in our mailboxes was a check far greater than even Mr. Duke could write; it was the PAID-IN-FULL promise of forgiveness.  His blood signature opened the wealth of heaven’s welcome to my soul.  And a simple prayer of repentance cashes that check and cleans our hearts of every obstacle that stands between us and God.
Now, THAT’S a blindside worth telling about!
For You Today
If you’ve been blindsided by the love gift God sent through Jesus Christ, don’t keep that news to yourself. 
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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[1] Title Image:  Russell Brownworth