Showing posts with label fallen human nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fallen human nature. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

The Death of Faith in America

 

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

What is causing the quarrels and fights among you?  Don’t they come from the evil desires at war within you?  You want what you don’t have, so you scheme and kill to get it.  You are jealous of what others have, but you can’t get it, so you fight and wage war to take it away from them.  Yet you don’t have what you want because you don’t ask God for it.  And even when you ask, you don’t get it because your motives are all wrong—you want only what will give you pleasure.  You adulterers!  Don’t you realize that friendship with the world makes you an enemy of God?  I say it again:  If you want to be a friend of the world, you make yourself an enemy of God.  Do you think the Scriptures have no meaning?  They say that God is passionate that the spirit he has placed within us should be faithful to him.  And he gives grace generously.  As the Scriptures say, “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.”  So humble yourselves before God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.  Come close to God, and God will come close to you. Wash your hands, you sinners; purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world.  Let there be tears for what you have done.  Let there be sorrow and deep grief.  Let there be sadness instead of laughter, and gloom instead of joy.  Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up in honor.  James 4:1-10

On a pleasant Sunday afternoon drive my bride and I passed an old church on a country road.  We stopped to admire the setting.  As a church-aholic I couldn’t resist trying the door.  To my shock, there is at least one unlocked door in 2020. 

We went inside, and Elizabeth played the piano while I took some pictures, one of which was the mourner’s bench in the front…the place where those who were under deep conviction for their sins, and, declaring their repentance, would sit, until examination of their lives by church elders was deemed sufficient and successful to formally join, or rejoin the congregation.  As I examined the bench where such examinations were held, I noticed what may be wrong with faith in America…spider webs on the repentance bench.  It seems we have (as one writer long ago observed) lost the ability to blush at our sins. 

Most everyone in America must be wondering, what in the world has happened?  Why the hostilities, the wars, the anger; why this road rage existence we live?  Many have a ready answer, and much of it solves nothing.  Perhaps the reason is because we are chasing the ghost of fond memories; that which is long past and was never so.  By that I refer to longing for better days, when people were good to each other, and life was young and beautiful.  We want to know why this is no longer so, and how can we get it back. 

The illusory image of what President George H.W. Bush called a kinder, gentler nation, is a rose-colored glasses version of reality.  America has ever and only been great, or kind, or gentle in its nobler moments of sacrificing its own comfort and self-aggrandizing for the sake of other’s liberty and fair treatment.  The moment the motive shifts to self is the beginning of the descent into death of our faith and honor.

The Apostle, James says we have quarrels and fights ongoing because of the evil desires at war within.  The antidote for such attitudes and lifestyles, says the half-brother of Jesus, is to run to the mourner’s bench, humble ourselves before God, let the tears flow over our sins, and trust Him for forgiveness…and then DO live the way Scripture teaches.

The kinder, gentler moments and memories we have of so-called better days are no more than the aftermath of the several Great Awakenings[1] in America.  These were times of flaming pulpits, and revival, that of the kind of holiness which can only be God-inspired.  During, and for a short period after, such times good will and better behavior were the norm.  But, like combing your hair will only last so long as you keep it out of the wind, reforms without discipleship will soon fade like a morning mist.  As the Proverb writer has it, like a dog returns to its vomit, so sinners return to what we want.  And a human being in revolt to the Spirit of God repeats the process without fail.

Short version:  unless people walk in the Spirit, they will live in the flesh.  And if there are, as people are wont to say, dead churches in our land, it is only because faith, and the will to live as people of faith, died first.

Shall we let the dead rest…or shall we begin to pray that the pot be stirred?  It’s time to dust off the spider webs on the mourner’s benches!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road today.  Have a blessed day!


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Title image Russell Brownworth (own work)  ∞ Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©

For other posts on James 4 see: God's Way --- My Way and Devilitis and the Piano and Shrewd and Harmless


 

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Lenten Walk - Part 14

Tuesday, March 6, 2018
For Christ did not enter into a holy place made with human hands, which was only a copy of the true one in heaven.  He entered into heaven itself to appear now before God on our behalf.  Hebrews 9:24(NLT)
When I was six or seven my younger cousin Gary stayed with us for part of the summer.  I’m certain the dog days of August, and the patience of both sets of parents wearing-thin had something to do with this plan! 
Gary brought with him several armies of little plastic toy soldiers.  Our backyard provided plenty of sandy “wilderness”.  For two kids being raised in Post WWII America, playing “battle” was a pretty common experience.  We spent hours outside in the sands of my childhood home devising all kinds of scenarios where our troops would be in imminent peril from the enemy’s superior numbers.  Somehow, through some magical turn of events (which we always put off until Mom called us the first time for dinner) there would be a heroic stand against the forces of evil, and our boys were victorious; we always won!
Fast-forward a dozen years and it wasn’t the August sands of our backyard, but the heat and dust of South Vietnam.  There were no plastic action figures to move fearlessly through the perils to win the war before dinner.  This was real, scary, and, for a 19 year-old boy from Long Island, an excruciating introduction to the ugliness of what it means to have a sinful nature, the result of fallen humanity. 
More than 50 years later, the comparison of the invincibility of playtime with toy soldiers in the early 1950’s, and the extreme mortal vulnerability I experienced around my 20th birthday being the action figure some generals moved around, is still vivid enough to enter my dreams at times.
I have relived the emotions over the years as we hold our parades for the warriors who manage to return; the uniforms are smart and starched, and the music is inspiring.  Sentiment runs high for the courageous warriors; we praise their sacrifice…and then Mom calls out the back door that dinner is on the table…and we know it’s time to get back to real life.
This isn’t cynicism, but something of a realistic sadness that, whatever doesn’t fit with our playground, idealistic, heroic ideas of war, we cast-off as irrelevant – including the soldiers that no longer fit in a culture that cannot deal with the roller-coaster effects of their PTSD-driven anger.  We conveniently move-on, as if the call to wash-up for dinner trumps the anguish of the soldiers we placed in harm’s way.
The Temple in Jerusalem had become a backyard playground for religious leaders.  They went through the motions which only a settled, religious, repeated experience can provide.  The shock experienced when Jesus showed up and turned over centuries of ceremonial pretense in the religious community was like an earthquake on steroids. 
Jesus put an end to the endless ceremonial sacrificing of animals in Jerusalem’s Temple when he came to be the ultimate sacrifice.  And when He entered heaven to stand for us, offering His own blood as payment for our sins there was, and is, nothing left to do; Calvary was the war to end all wars. 
For You Today
Lent should remind us that the battle is over, and the victory has been won.  It should remind us that the cost was ultimate, and we should put away our action figures and be all grown-up into Christ.
All else is petty.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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[1] Title Image:  Courtesy of Pixabay.com

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Original Radical

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Wednesday, December 16, 2015
“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 (NLT)
People complained about Jesus, the radical.  Jesus returned the sentiment; he said the people of his generation were like children who complained they couldn’t get him to play nice.  And then he pointed to his cousin, John the Baptist.  John lived the esthetic, austere lifestyle of a monk in the wilderness, preaching and baptizing – so the religious leaders suspected he was possessed.  Jesus spent time with people at their houses and parties, and the religious leaders accused him of overindulgence and having bad friends. 

You just can’t please some people.

The real fact of why they complained had nothing at all to do with parties or not partying; the real reason was because Jesus made them nervous.  Holiness makes people uncomfortably aware of their own shortcomings; and they don’t like it at all!

I read a news story[2] years ago about Billy Graham playing golf with a couple of PGA professionals.  After the round a reporter asked one of the pros how it was to pay golf with Dr. Billy Graham, “America’s Pastor”.  His reply was that it was OK, except he didn’t like having religion shoved down his throat.  One of the other pros privately told the reporter that Mr. Graham had not even mentioned God a single time the whole day. 

A guilty conscience will always react the same way when in the presence of somebody who models Godly living – with anger and vengeance.  Jesus, the original “radical” lover of men’s souls caused that kind of reaction. 

John the Baptist wanted nothing to do with the gluttonous, drunken culture.  Jesus wanted to be in the center of that culture to bring healing for their downward spiral of life choices.

Both Jesus and John were motivated by holy love, a radical, God-kind of love that genuinely cares for their fellow humans…and both were killed for it!

To those who would follow Jesus, the idea that you will always be liked and admired, is an idea that you would do well to shed and leave behind.  A holy and radical God-kind of love will more often be rejected just because you’ve always got Adam and Eve in the equation…mankind’s fallen nature runs, hides, and grabs the nearest fig leaf to conceal true motives.

But if you follow Jesus…you love them anyway!

For You Today


What’s your motivation for what you do for others?

You chew on that out on the Rocky Road today…and have a joy-filled and blessed day!



[1] Title image:  Carl Heinrich Bloch [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
[2] I’m not certain of the source of that story (it’s been too long)