Showing posts with label Hiroshima. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hiroshima. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Fruit of the Spirit - Part 6 PATIENCE

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives:  love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.  There is no law against these things!  Galatians 5:22-23

There was once a fellow who, with his dad, farmed a little piece of land.  Several times a year they would load up the old ox-drawn cart with vegetables and go into the nearest city to sell their produce.  Except for their name and the patch of ground, father and son had little in common.  The old man believed in taking it easy.  The boy was usually in a hurry – the go-getter type.
One morning, bright and early, they hitched up the ox to the loaded cart and started on the long journey.  The son figured that if they walked faster, kept going all day and night, they’d make market by early the next morning.  So he kept prodding the ox with a stick, urging the beast to get a move on.  Take it easy, son, said the old man.  You’ll last longer.  But if we get to market ahead of the others, we’ll have a better chance of getting good prices, argued the son.  No reply.  Dad just pulled his hat down over his eyes and fell asleep on the seat.  Itchy and irritated, the young man kept goading the ox to walk faster.  His stubborn pace refused to change.
Four hours and four miles later down the road, they came to a little house.  The father woke up, smiled, and said, Here’s your uncle’s place.  Let’s stop in and say hello.  But we’ve lost an hour already, complained the hot shot.  Then a few more minutes won’t matter.  My brother and I live so close, yet we see each other so seldom, the father answered slowly.  The boy fidgeted and fumed while the two old men laughed and talked away almost an hour.  On the move again, the man took his turn leading the ox.  As they approached a fork in the road, the father led the ox to the right.  The left is the shorter way, said the son.  I know it, replied the old man, but this way is much prettier.  Have you no respect for time? the young man asked impatiently.  Oh, I respect it very much!  That’s why I like to use it to look at beauty and enjoy each moment to the fullest.
The winding path led through graceful meadows, wildflowers, and along a rippling stream – all of which the young man missed as he churned within, preoccupied and boiling with anxiety.  He didn’t even notice how lovely the sunset was that day.  Twilight found them in what looked like a huge, colorful garden.  The old man breathed in the aroma, listened to the bubbling brook, and pulled the ox to a halt.  Let’s sleep here, he sighed.  This is the last trip I’m taking with you, snapped the son.  You’re more interested in watching sunsets and smelling flowers than in making money!  Why, that’s the nicest thing you’ve said in a long time, smiled the dad.  A couple of minutes later he was snoring – as his boy glared back at the stars.  The night dragged slowly, the son was restless.
Before sunrise the young man hurriedly shook his father awake.  They hitched up and went on.  About a mile down the road they happened upon another farmer – a total stranger – trying to pull his cart out of a ditch.  Let’s give him a hand, whispered the old man.  And lose more time? the boy exploded.  Relax son.  You might be in a ditch sometime yourself.  We need to help others in need – don’t forget that.  The boy looked away in anger.
It was almost eight o’clock that morning by the time the other cart was back on the road.  Suddenly, a great flash split the sky.  What sounded like thunder followed.  Beyond the hills, the sky grew dark.  Looks like a big rain in the city, said the old man.  If we had hurried, we’d be almost sold out by now, grumbled his son.  Take it easy, you’ll last longer.  And you’ll enjoy life so much more, counseled the kind old gentleman.
It was late afternoon by the time they got to the hill overlooking the city.  They stopped and stared down at it for a long time.  Neither of them said a word.  Finally, the young man put his hand on his father’s shoulder and said, I see what you mean, Dad.  They turned their cart around and began to roll slowly away from what had once been the city of Hiroshima.[2]
For You Today
No matter what you have been spending your time on in this life, the patient God of grace has offered to you this life handle, that whosoever will, may come to Him.  If you have discovered that you have been struggling to get through this life, and there are no handles for holding-on anymore, the Lord Jesus extends His hand to you.  Grab on!  He is patiently waiting.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.
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[1] Title Image: Pixabay.com  
             Unless otherwise noted, all Scripture quotations are from The New Living Translation©
[2] Charles R. Swindoll, Swindoll’s Ultimate Book of Illustrations & Quotes, (Nashville, Thomas Nelson Inc., 1998)

Friday, September 15, 2017

Radiation Retrospect - Part 1

Friday, September 15, 2017
Then Jesus said to the disciples, “Have faith in God.  Mark 11:22(NLT)
Wilson is what I named him, that device the firing squad used to pin me down to the radiation table every weekday for the past seven weeks.  
It was made to fit this preacher precisely, so the target (my vocal cords) would be in the same place every time they turned on what I affectionately call the BBQ beams.
The radiation treatments finished on Tuesday, so now Wilson sits in the corner of my study, indifferent to the pain he inflicted upon me…or the usefulness he brought in this whole drama of fighting the tumor in my throat.  Rest, Wilson…I mean it…stay put!
When this dance with radiation began I knew I would have to revisit the meaning of Wilson’s relationship with my physical health once the course of treatment was accomplished.  And, because this Rocky Road Devotional is what comes out of my unscripted devotional life, I knew you’d have to read about it.  Sorry!  But maybe not!
I’ve had many thoughts about the meaning of oncological treatment these past weeks, while pinned under Wilson’s embrace.  Lying helplessly on a cold slab, mashed by a mesh mask, perfectly still, unable to speak (or scream), under a two ton machine with atomic power focused on the most vulnerable underside of your neck will make you think of your mortality and the big why question. 
Wilson and the split atom have helped me think of radiation as a metaphor for submitting to the power of God.  So over the next several days I’d like for us to think about some of the basics of our faith in God’s power. 
Radiation is powerful stuff.  Each time the tech team put Wilson over my face, snapped the clasps to the table, and gave me a reassuring pat on the arm…they then ran out of the room before the switch was flipped.  I don’t blame them…when that machine started whirring I wanted to run also! 
I mused quite often on the word radiation; visions of the victims at Hiroshima and Nagasaki played in my mind’s theater; there were burning flesh and crippled lives.  I had to keep reminding myself that the singular beam of radiation had a singular aim of killing the cancerous tumor, not all of Russell’s body.  This was a good thing…the tumor was an evil force within, and the machine possessed a powerful force directed with skill towards that evil.  That beam was my big brother come to rescue me from a peril. 
In such moments of awareness I mused that all of God’s creation works like that.  Consider the tree of knowledge of good and evil placed in Eden.  God told the couple to stay clear of that one.  It held such power as to run the universe, but it also held the key to understanding evil.  Like a radiation beam, knowledge can focus on doing good, like destroying cancer or bringing a smile to a child’s face.  In the hands of evil or ignorance it can indiscriminately destroy everything in its path, like an army’s plans for attack which has been carelessly or purposefully leaked to the enemy.
Knowledge by itself is neither good nor evil; it’s like the facts written in a book.  Rather, it is how knowledge is used that makes all the difference. 
Adam and Eve were not ready for the knowledge of good and evil.  They should have had faith in God and kept their cotton-pickin’ hands off that tree!

For You Today

It’s a good thing to have as part of your daily/hourly prayer:  Lord, keep me mindful of the power of knowledge to destroy or build up; give me wisdom to choose wisely.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!


[1] Title Image: Russell Brownworth (own work)