Category: Perspective

  • Be careful what you post

    I often get surprised when I read Facebook.  It is an open forum where people can post anything – regardless of whether they should have said it or not.  I often wonder if people actually read their words before they post them.  What bothers me is that I think people really do read what they post and still do it.  There seems to be so much hate expressed lately.  One post in particular really got to me recently.  It was from a person that I know seeks to follow Christ.  The post, though, was filled with hate for something that they didn’t agree with.  The image was disturbing.  I am not saying that as Christians, we should not post how we feel.  I am not saying we are not entitled to our opinions.  I am saying that we should filter what we post through the lens of Christ.  I try to follow the same advice when I speak.  I struggle keeping my mouth closed quite a bit.  But, I really find no excuse not to filter what I post since I can read and consider it before I actually press the post button.

    To be honest, that isn’t even what disturbs me the most.  What really gets to me is that Christians actually feel and believe the things that we post.  The whole idea of loving God and loving neighbor seems to really be an issue.  It is so easy to say but when there is hate in our heart, it doesn’t leave room for love.  Jesus tells us to love our neighbor – and doesn’t say that we get to pick the neighbor we love.  He doesn’t say we have to agree with our neighbor.  He doesn’t say that we have to be like our neighbor.  But, he does say that we are to love our neighbor.  And, putting things on Facebook that display hate is just not okay – EVER.  It isn’t loving our neighbor.  Even if it is a joke and it is “funny” it is NEVER okay.  Hate eats away at us.  Hate fills the places that are reserved for God.  Hate leads us to take actions that are not at all where Christ would lead.

    Maybe we should spend a few extra moments – pray before we post – and let God lead.  I don’t know…seems to be what we should do with our whole lives.  I don’t think our Facebook account is exempt.  And, may it begin with me.

  • An invitation to the party

    Who knew it?  Jesus threw parties.  There were big parties.  And, the parties haven’t stopped.  They continue but too many of us Christians have stopped going.  There may be a variety of reasons why.  It could be that its been so long since the party was for us that we lost the passion.  It could be that we have lost our joy.  It could be that we don’t think that Jesus should throw a party for some of the people.  It might just be that we don’t even like some of the people who are invited to the party…and we might not even like who Jesus threw the party for!  So, we will stay home.  Yet, we receive an invitation.  We are invited and given a place of honor.  The party may not be for us this time, but we are privileged to come and fellowship and have cake…with Jesus.  It seems to me that Jesus told this parable for people who had lost the passion to party.

    Luke 15:1-3; 11-32

    It’s the parable of the prodigal son.  It is a beautiful story of grace and redemption, joy and celebration.  But, that isn’t all the story is about.  Notice that this is a story…it is a parable.  That means that it is a lesson.  Jesus is teaching a lesson to those who are listening.  Are you listening to the lesson?

    This is the 3rd parable in the series.  It is in answer to the Pharisees and the scribes (and probably others that felt religiously privileged).  They are wondering what in the world this man who is suppose to be a religious leader is doing talking to sinners and tax collectors…and even further, eating with them.  They are unclean, unworthy, unkept, and unwelcome as far as they are concerned.  And, yet, Jesus is welcoming them, eating with them, loving them.  So these parables answer that.

    The story is about a father and his two sons.  One son goes off on his own, disowns his family by taking his inheritance and leaving.  The other son stays by his father’s side and works with him, always faithful.  Through a series of events, he has found himself feeding pigs and starving.  Pigs were unclean animals and he is working for Gentiles (non-Jews).  He realizes he has messed up and decides to return to his home as a servant…not as a son.  He knows he doesn’t deserve the position of son any longer.  He just wants to be a servant for his father.  And he plans what he will say to beg his way into just being a servant.  His father, though, sees him and is overjoyed.  He barely gives him time to begin the spill he had planned the whole walk home – dad has given him the place of son and thrown a big party – invited the neighbors and anyone who will come.  It is a time of celebration.

    The older brother is less than impressed.  He has been there…faithful…not insulting the family name…not doing any of the things that his younger brother has done.  He sees the big feast and is mad about it…he is not going to the party and wonders what in the world is going on – he hasn’t ever gotten a party like this.  Notice the father…again in the unexpected.  He comes out to where the older son is…and he pleads with him to join the party.  He allows his son to vent and then explains why he has thrown the celebration.  Very uncharacteristic of the patriarchal system during this time.

    Notice just a few things about this parable.  First, the focus of the story is not on the sons – either of them.  The focus of the story is on the father.  He is loving and welcoming and forgiving beyond measure.  What does the father do?  He welcomes the son home with open arms and throws him a party.  It isn’t about what the children have done – they don’t deserve anything – either of them.  They are both sinners.  One has made a blatant mistake against his father – but that doesn’t mean the other is perfect.  The father has grace for them both.  The father and his love and grace are the focus of the story.

    Second, neither of the sons deserved the party.  They were privileged to even be able to sit at the table.  Through the younger son’s adventures, he learns what a privilege it is to be in the father’s house and just wants to be a servant, not even sit at the table.  Yet, the father doesn’t just invite him to the table, but gives him a place of his son.  Does that mean the older son loses his place?  It doesn’t.  The older son still has a place with the father at the table…a place of position.  A child of the father still sits there.

    Third, the older son – he wants to decide why a party should be thrown and for whom…and some sinner such as his brother is no good reason to throw a party.  He didn’t want to sit at the table with him or celebrate his return.  He had forgotten that he didn’t deserve to be there either.  He had sat at that table so long that he forgot that he was privileged to be called son.

    What about you and me?  Have we sat at the table so long that we have forgotten what a privilege it is?  Are we new to the table, new on the invitation list for the party?  Are we excited when there is a party for someone new and that person comes to sit at the table or have we decided who is worthy?  If God throws a party for someone who we don’t think is worth it…do we pout and not participate?

    May we never forget the grace that has been given to us and how much we don’t deserve to be in the house at all.  And, may we find the joy in the invitation and come to the party.  There is too much to celebrate to sit and home and sulk.

  • The Night the Clock Stopped

    I was at a basketball game recently when something happened.  A stunt the cheerleaders were performing went wrong…a girl fell and got hurt.  I think my heart stopped and my daughter wasn’t even the cheerleader that was hurt.  It was during half time.  They always have the clock running during half time so the teams can know when to begin warming up again before they start the second half.  But not today…as all of this was going on, I look up at the clock and…it was stopped.  There was no countdown…for that moment, time seemed to stand still.  Those are the moments that become forever embedded in your mind.

    Time seems to stand still on a few occasions…like watching a car accident…or seeing something tragic happen right before your eyes.

    Or, like sitting at the bedside of someone as they take their last breath…People say that life flashes before their eyes when they experience something tragic or life-altering.  There may not be another time to say what needs to be said to people.  We may not get another moment to love on those that mean something to us.  I understand that may sound cliche.

    For me, though, I don’t always stop to really see people until the clock stops.  I don’t consider what I should or should not be saying until there is no opportunity left to speak.  I don’t often reflect on what I should or shouldn’t be doing until it is all said and done.

    What might our lives look like if we started seeing what really is around us…without the clock stopping?  What should we say or do or not say if the clock was to stop right now?  What do you need to change, even if the clock keeps on counting?

  • Merry Christmas!

    Christmas is almost here!  It is rainy and stormy and predicted to be over 70 degrees for Christmas.  I can’t complain about the temp…that’s just right for me.  So many have said that it just doesn’t “feel” like Christmas.  I wonder what Christmas really does feel like.  I am not thinking that the manger had snow.  I am not thinking that Mary and Joseph went out and built a snowman while baby Jesus slept in the hay.  I know that because it is in December, we are expecting colder weather.  I guess what I am trying to get at is if we are looking for things to be a certain way for it to feel like Christmas, we might miss something important.  We might miss Christmas.

    As I was preparing for our Christmas Eve Service, I read the song “Little Town of Bethlehem.”  It was an ordinary time for Bethlehem.  They were participating in the census…things were going along as they normally would during this time.  I am guessing that things were fairly “predictable.”  Mary and Joseph have come for the census and they didn’t have a place to stay.  Based on their social status, I am thinking they were probably not surprised by that.  I am guessing they weren’t really expecting any place to stay.  It wasn’t like they could call ahead for reservations and even if they could, they couldn’t afford the increased rates during a “peak season.”  It was all so ordinary…and yet extraordinary at the same time.  Mary, a pregnant woman, had a baby.  That happens every day.  I’m thinking there were other babies born during this trip in Bethlehem.  Mary, though, wasn’t just having ANY baby…she was having THE baby.  It was an ordinary night, an ordinary birth, an ordinary situation…but something extraordinary was happening.  Jesus was born into the world.  What about the others who were around?  What about the people that actually got rooms where they were staying in the stable?  What about those who passed by and saw that this couple had a new baby?  Was he just a cute addition?  Did they even notice?  Was it so hectic that they just kept moving along?  Was he crying so much that they found him an annoyance?  Did all of those around MISS IT?  Did they miss the birth of a Savior?

    Too many times, I find that I am in the room next door.  I am close to Christ…but I find myself so busy that I haven’t even noticed.  Christmas is almost here…will I stop and look around long enough to notice that Christ has come…that he is at work…that he is among us?  May I not be annoyed by the baby crying…by the noises at the stable…or too busy to stop and gaze…  May I stop, kneel and worship… Christ has come.  Merry Christmas!

  • Perspective Shift

    They say that you never know what you have until it’s gone.  I somewhat disagree.  I think that you really realize what you have when there is the realization that it could be gone in the blink of an eye.  You know those life changing moments where you realize that what is here today could be gone tomorrow and your perspective begins to change.  I think it changes even more as I get older.  As a young person, considering the end of life is difficult…it is as if I will live forever and all things will just continue until then.  But, there is something about aging.  While I am still “young”, my perspective is definitely taking a shift.  My friend gets hit by a car on his bike and found out he has cancer.  A young 16 year old is dying from cancer.  My Dad has been gone for 1 year after his battle with cancer.  My oldest daughter is driving and dating.  My youngest is cheering and growing up.  And…I hit a milestone birthday.  I’m always excited about birthdays…I am in way better shape now than 20 years ago.  I feel great and am thankful.  I have a wonderful wife and a beautiful, loving family.  This 40th birthday is exciting…but doesn’t come without me considering that each day is a gift.  I approach 40 with eyes that are opened a little more than usual…I am blessed if I just look around.  I approach 40 with ears that are a little more attentive…I can hear the voices of those I love if I just listen.  I approach 40 with my mouth closed a little bit more often…what I say isn’t nearly as important as what I do.  Words are super important…but most effective when backed up by actions.