Showing posts with label Rockefeller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rockefeller. Show all posts

Friday, March 2, 2018

Lenten Walk - Part 12

Friday, March 2, 2018
“Moses himself told the people of Israel, ‘God will raise up for you a Prophet like me from among your own people.’  Moses was with our ancestors, the assembly of God’s people in the wilderness, when the angel spoke to him at Mount Sinai.  And there Moses received life-giving words to pass on to us.  “But our ancestors refused to listen to Moses.  They rejected him and wanted to return to Egypt.  They told Aaron, ‘Make us some gods who can lead us, for we don’t know what has become of this Moses, who brought us out of Egypt.’   Acts 7:37-40(NLT)
This text is part of Stephen’s speech to the rulers in Jerusalem in defense of why he proclaims Christ as Messiah.  That speech got him in a lot of hot water, and Stephen became the first martyr of the church.  Stephen’s speech merely recounts how God’s people have always gotten themselves in hot water whenever they decided to walk by sight, and not by faith.  The ruling council (Sanhedrin) knew Israel’s history, how their ancestors were more than willing to follow Moses out of Egypt when they carried with them Egypt’s treasure.  The Egyptians were afraid to have any more plagues, so they loaded-down the freed slaves with gold, silver and jewels and pleaded with them to leave and not come back.  But life in the wilderness carried with it some danger and uncertainty.  The people were uneasy about where they were headed, and if they’d actually get there before getting slaughtered by some other nation.  When Moses went up on the mountain to speak with God, and didn’t come back for more than a month, uneasiness turned to abject fear and unbelief in this God they could not see.  They defaulted back to making idols to worship and have something tangible to which they could cling for comfort.
This history of God’s special people, the Jews, also plagues the people of the New Covenant.  In our era fear is no less a detriment to faith as it was in times of old.  We may not wander in the desert wilderness for forty years eating manna, but we’re no stranger to wandering around in the bone-drying opulence of materialistic abundance.  Somehow, the greater threat is not an absence of things, but having too much.  The minute we have more, we want much more.  John D. Rockefeller was the world’s richest man in the 19th century; he was asked by a reporter:  How much money is enough?  The billionaire replied:  Just a little more!  Lent is a season to prepare ye the way of the Lord…to clear the junk of materialism, bad attitudes and uncleanness from the pathways of our lives, and make a welcome sign for Jesus over the doors of our hearts.
I have this shed in my backyard.  We used to call it our “barn” because it is shaped like a barn.  It still looks good…from a distance.  But up close you can see It leans towards the back, and is covered with dust, dirt, and who knows what else.  And those are its lesser problems you can see from the outside.  You have to open both double doors to get inside.  There are yard tools on the floor, along with assorted leftover scraps from projects, and old parts of things I can’t identify.  On the workbench, and everywhere you look there are things stuffed in storage bins, around, and on top of more storage bins.  There are nests of creatures who have decided to live in my barn-turned-junk-shed.  There is nothing but chaos everywhere!
Now, the only solution (besides a bulldozer) is something I dread; I have got to make the decision, carve-out the time on a vacation week, and empty the junk from my shed.  It will require more than a little rearranging; this level of junk-affliction demands total clean-out, re-leveling the floor, bleach and pressure-washing, and an incredible amount of prayer!
For You Today
In case you missed the sarcasm directed at my lack of care for the barn-shed, I wasn’t talking about my storage house for yard tools; I was talking about my life (and yours, perhaps?) and this season of Lent. 
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.
[1] Title Image:  Courtesy of Pixabay.com.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Crabby Kids

Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Soon the people began to complain about their hardship, and the Lord heard everything they said.  Then the Lord’s anger blazed against them, and he sent a fire to rage among them, and he destroyed some of the people in the outskirts of the camp.  Then the people screamed to Moses for help, and when he prayed to the Lord, the fire stopped.  After that, the area was known as Taberah (which means “the place of burning”), because fire from the Lord had burned among them there.  Then the foreign rabble who were traveling with the Israelites began to crave the good things of Egypt.  And the people of Israel also began to complain.  “Oh, for some meat!” they exclaimed.  “We remember the fish we used to eat for free in Egypt.  And we had all the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions, and garlic we wanted.  But now our appetites are gone.  All we ever see is this manna!” Numbers 11:1-6(NLT)
The Lord had some crabby kids in the wilderness.  God had sent Moses to get them out of the hands of their Egyptian captors and lead them to freedom.  The trip, even for a huge group, several million strong would have been only a few weeks.  However, their crabby complaining stretched the journey to forty years.  I know what Moses must have felt; I once drove straight through from Florida to New York with three siblings under 12 in the back seat of my car!  During that trip my crabby kids showed me the real meaning of Bill and Gloria Gaither’s song:  He Touched Me.
Churlish behavior is the consummate definition of ingratitude for what you have.  Humankind has made that something of an art form, never being satisfied for more than a nanosecond over what God gives.  Impatience in the wilderness makes you crabby!
In the wilderness the people churned-up complaints against Moses for a lack of meat and veggies.  They wanted leeks, onions and garlic; God provided them manna from Heaven.  Where once they worried about eating at all, as soon as God gave them a food source that completely met their need, they graduated to demanding five-star dining.  Thus it has always been for us.  Those of Adam’s race are not thankful by nature.  
·       Adam and Eve weren’t thankful with a perfect garden environment and a perfect relationship with God; they had to have the kind of knowledge God possessed. 
·       Cain was not satisfied with all the produce of the ground, he killed his brother because his brother possessed favor with God, and he wanted that! 
·       King David wasn’t happy with all the riches and power God had given into his life; he had to add another man’s wife to his collection.
John D. Rockefeller was the world’s richest man in the last decade of the 19th century.  When asked once, "How much money is enough money?" He replied, "Just a little bit more."[2]  Abraham Lincoln was walking down the street in Washington with his two boys in tow, both of them screaming their lungs out.  A passer-by asked him, what’s the matter, Mr. President?  It is said Abe’s answer was:  What’s the matter?  What’s the matter with the whole world…I have two children and three walnuts!
Most of us will never know the riches of a Rockefeller, or the power and prestige of a King David or Abraham Lincoln.  We will never have a perfect environment like Adam and Eve.  And if those rich, powerful, and blessed people could be churlish and ungrateful in all they were given, what makes us think a little more than we now have will make us any happier?
If the task of parenting were to alter course a wee bit in our culture, from teaching children they can have/be anything they want (which is the nauseating phrase I hear – and have also used), to:  you can be exactly what God wants you to be if you listen and obey Him…it seems contentedness would be a lot more common in the human family.

For You Today

As the children of Israel learned in the wilderness, longing for the things of your former captivity only makes you cry; onions have a way of doing that!
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!


[1] Title Image: Courtesy:  Pixabay.com