Telling stories about God's Kingdom here on earth, while living in the world of the internet
Thursday, July 31, 2014
The Twelve: Baptizer
Friday, July 25, 2014
The Giver not the Receiver
So I haven’t written anything lately, and if you’re one of the maybe two people who actually pay attention to this, I apologize. I’d say I was busy, or other things came up, but that’s just not true. Rather, what it’s been is that I’ve not really been in the proper place for writing. I’ve been struggling personally with ego and pride to a greater extent than normal in the last few weeks, and I made the decision to not post anything during that time because I felt that I was approaching posts as something designed to bring personal glory to myself rather than what it’s intended.(to practice writing and possibly share some things from God where appropriate) However, I had a conversation Wednesday night with a dear Christian brother that helped put some things in perspective for me, so we’re going to give this a whirl.
In Corinthians, as part of discussion of the Spiritual Gifts, Paul points out that we are all given these gifts. In fact, in some teachings, the word “portion” might be used here. In much the same way that if a parent made a meal for their children, giving one child a corner piece and another child a center piece would not necessarily indicate a greater or deeper love for one child over the other, but rather a desire to provide good things to both children, God’s gifting of the Spirit is never done to indicate that one person is more special or beloved than another, but that we each have these gifts or portions to better allow us to serve the rest of the church. Peter puts it in his letter, 1 Peter 4:10-11 “Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.” The purpose of the gifts of the Spirit is to share the love of God. That’s why in the middle of a teaching on the gifts in 1 Corinthians, Paul stops to deliver what is so often referred to as the “love chapter.” It’s because he is providing for us the context in which the Spirit should be shared. We are not given our gifts or our talents to bring glory to ourselves, but to bring Glory to the Giver. I am no better or smarter or holier because I have the ability to preach or teach, in much the same way a teenager who is given a brand new Lexus by their parents is better than others on the road, the gift merely shows the benevolence of the giver.
But why is this so hard? Obviously, the Fall has introduced a different tone to our views of the Gifts of God in talents, abilities, and manifestations of the Spirit, in that sin wishes for us to take these as points of pride, rather than as points of gratitude. Prayerful consideration and regular humility are essential to properly demonstrating these gifts. It can also be incredibly helpful(in my own personal experience, not necessarily based on scripture) to tie the use of the gifts in with the discipline of confession. If we are transparent about our own struggles and temptations, we are less likely to see the demonstration of the gifts as something to bring us glory, and more likely to bring the Glory to God.
Monday, July 7, 2014
The Meaning of Marriage Week 8 Sex
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Isaiah 43:1
The truth is, I all too often feel like I'm "less."
Less than worthwhile, less than attractive, less than desirable. I feel like I am less than a friend, less than a brother, less than a dear one. I feel like I am a passing wind, or a loose fire. That I will burn away and then be gone. I feel impermanent and inconspicuous.
I'm told so many things by others. That I'm not fit to lead, that I'm unwise or unreliable. I'm told that I'm unattractive or just not interesting enough. I may be a fun guy, but just not the one you want to follow, to trust, or to love.
There are those who only seek me out when they have no other options, or while they're waiting on something "better" to come along. I know when they're feeling alone because it's the only time I'll hear from them.
But here's the thing. The liar I can't stand, the one who is nothing but disrespectful and who cheapens me
is me.
I tell myself the worst things, and I repeat them like a mantra. I'm not good enough. But skinny enough. Not smart enough. Not suave enough.
"But He who formed you, Oh Jacob, who formed you, oh Israel."
There is one who speaks truth. One who sees my worth and my value. One who sees into my very soul. The One who knows my darkest nights and bleakest desires. The One who says I am worthy, even when all else says I am not. The One who says I am desired, even when I am buried in the grave of my own self hatred. When my tomb of despair is shut, there is One who will blast open the doors and declare the light into the dark places.
I am Yours, I am precious in Your sight.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
"If you want to work here, close," or "bear good fruit"
The following is a repost of a bit I wrote on Facebook a while back, I thought it was still worthwhile so keeping here
Today, I had the distinct pleasure of reading an article that, for me anyway, was probably the best kick in the pants Bible study I've had in a while. It may surprise you to learn that this article was on Cracked.com.
Now, for those of you who don't waste a great deal of time on the internet, Cracked is NOT a "religious" or "inspirational" website. It is certainly not a "Christian" website. Before posting a link to said article, I would like to first warn you that it is not exactly "family friendly" language.
http://www.cracked.com/blog/6-harsh-truths-that-will-make-you-better-person/
Now here's the deal if you don't want to read the article. The primary point is, you want to be a great person? Do something about it. The article doesn't necessarily tell you WHAT to do, just that you should DO something. If you want to be a writer, write. If you want to be a singer, sing. Don't wait for your Big Chance, GO-do whatever it is you are meant to truly DO.
Action speaks louder than words. Demonstrably so.
Why does this seem a revelation? Because, as much as I might hate to admit it, I HATE to take action. My preferred evening involves a pipe, bourbon, and netflix. I can waste literally HOURS on the good ol' internet. My biggest accomplishment this week, depending on your point of view, was either processing paperwork at my job, washing a load of dishes, seeing "The Hobbit," or building a third house in Skyrim. It is so much easier to say that I'm a "good man" or a "hard worker," but until I actually take an action, those things are meaningless. I can claim to Love, but if I only have a string of shallow relationships, wherein I never truly devote myself to another person, placing their needs above mine, my claim means nothing. I can claim to be a "good Christian," but as long as my acts to serve others are limited to simply saying, "I'll pray for you," I've failed completely.
And see, that's the key. What you DO is what matters. No one cares how nice you are, no one cares how good thinking you are, or how much you "care," they care about what you DO. Do you CLOSE, do you make things happen. Do you get your fingernails caked with dirt, and your feet calloused by asphalt, otherwise, you haven't even begun.
To echo scripture as clumsily as I possibly can, you can say in your heart that you Believe in God, but unless that belief comes out in action, it is simply the fallow soil that your infertile seeds have been tossed upon.
I'd like to say this is a Catalyst. That from this moment forward, my life will be different, that I will delete my Netflix account, stop playing video games, and devote all of my free time to feeding poor children and building houses, but I won't lie. I have “Mighty Wind” playing on the TV right now, and I'll probably be playing some Skyrim later this week, but all I can say is, I'll do SOMETHING, or at the very least, I'll try.
And let's face it, some days, that's all we really can do.