It’s EASTER SUNDAY! JESUS IS RISEN!!! and then…

Recycling Easter posts…. Still waiting for the message to get through….

Fat Beggars School of Prophets

We dressed up in our fresh Spring outfits, raced to worship, watched multimedia, dramatized illustrations of the impact of an Empty Tomb on the world and our lives!  The preacher even made a firm point to tell us this is the most certain truth there is in life!

And then…

As I drove away from church, I passed at least 3 (probably more I did not notice) men (HOMELESS MEN) selling newspapers on different street corners on my way home.

And I wonder…

Is Jesus honored by all that color, praise, worship, and multimedia dramatizations that gripped my imagination so powerfully a few minutes ago?  And what difference does his resurrection make in the lives of those homeless men making a buck off us church people as we leave that service?  Does it cheer them?  Does it make them more fit for citizenship in heaven?  Did it make…

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Reaction Of The Rich To The Notre Dame Fire Teaches Us A Lot About The World We Live In

Here’s a perspective you are not likely to find most places, and it illuminates so much. Like opening your eyes.

Look Up

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Reaction of the rich to the Notre Dame fire teaches us a lot about the world we live in

This week, the world’s eyes turned to Paris as Notre Dame cathedral burned.

It was clear within minutes that complications due to the building’s age and density of heavy timber would severely hinder attempts to put out the fire. Still, it was shocking to see that iconic spire come down, succumbing to the fire as easily as a matchstick house.

Indeed, watching this ancient temple engulfed in smoke and heat was a frightening reminder there are many forces out there that render us powerless to save something dear to us.

People worldwide have meaningful connections to Paris. It is the most-visited city in the world. As such, people have memories of Notre Dame, memories that were…

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Your Story Becomes Our Story

I give a lot of thought to all the many things wrong with the book, When Helping Hurts, by Corbett and Fikkert, and there are many.  That book is so damaging on so many levels, and I see deeper into that every time I give it thought.  After re-reading it two times again in recent weeks, as part of my research into a much bigger, forthcoming project, I am amazed at how my church doesn’t react against it.  Point being: It is fresh on my mind again, and I am more stirred up by it than ever.

However, though my thoughts today are formed in part by reaction to that book, that is not actually what I want to talk about.  I bring it up merely to lay down this marker: Seeking salvation in banks, low interest loans, and business principles (no matter how baptized you get them) is just not the healing touch of Jesus.  It’s actually like the sterile gloves your healthcare provider puts on before touching you in an effort not to get your germs.  There is only so deep your doctor wants to get into your story, and your illness is not something she wants to share.

Fair enough, doc.  I don’t blame you.  But then my doctor is not confused about the difference between his healing touch and that of Jesus.  Jesus heals in ways they don’t teach in medical school, and not only that, but he actually touches the leper (Matt. 8:3) and spits on a blind man’s eyes (Mark 7:33) all of it as part of his healing touch.  Jesus took our germs and our sins on himself (1 Pet. 2:24) when he died giving us salvation.  And your story and mine became his, as his story became ours.

I have these homeless children living with me in the Fat Beggars Home for Widows, Orphans, and Sojourners.  Most of them come/have come at a very early age – usually within days of birth.  Yet it takes years, usually, before we know the disposition of their case.  Sometimes they go “home”.  But by that time, “home” is here.  Even when it’s the good and right decision, by that time there is pain in the healing.

We share a lot of germs!  (Believe me!  Toddlers ooze a lot of snot and other things, and we use a lot of cleaning solution trying to manage it all.)

As I hear it from the professionals, and from coursework in Sociology, in our culture (I am guessing others too) when you make eye-contact with strangers, it signals involvement.  But in our culture, we prefer anonymity, autonomy, independence and individuality.  All of that is breached with eye-contact, and it becomes hard to rid the human bond already starting to form once this shell is breached.

Much better to send a bum to a homeless shelter than to take him home with you.  You will never get rid of him if you do that.  Much better to purchase him a sandwich so you can feel good that the money was used for food than to actually share the meal with that bag lady.  Even my grandmother knew this stuff, but now we have books, coffee shops, and whole parachurch industries relieving us of this burden and providing excuse for not getting involved.

But when it comes to children, you just can’t do that.  If you look into their eyes, you are hooked, and you know it.  Thus you try not to for all you are worth.  If you look, this is going to change things.  Your life will no longer be your own.  Your story will now be OUR story.  And who knows who is writing that???

I have these kids.  This home is bursting at the seams, and I am the door keeper at the House of God.  And there is another one knocking.  Damaged, deeply.  I am not at liberty to tell the details, nor should I.  But like all the others with very rare exception, if I did tell you, you would be shocked.  And this one knocking now threatens to make his story OUR story too.  And who knows who is writing it?

But as the Good Book warns us, the door keeper is supposed to keep alert.  We do not know the day or hour when the Master returns.  May I be found alert and ready.  May I be found feeding the sheep when the Master arrives.  May I definitely not be found causing one of these little ones to stumble, but rather helping to form Jesus in the lives around me.  May His story become our story, and may our story become OUR story.

We don’t want plastic gloves for this!  Not when you really think about it.

 

 

Think about it….

I’m Back!

Computer issues had me suddenly absent for more than 3 1/2 months, but I believe they are resolved now.

I don’t know if you missed me, but I miss some of you.  Actually, I have been gone so long that I am used to not blogging now.  Perhaps its a good time to make a number of changes.  But I miss the sharing of many conversations here, and I hope to restore some of the virtual friendships I have developed over the years.

Anyway, I’m back.  And that’s the point of this post.

Thanx to Tom for his guidance during this hiatus.

And Thanx to God, I have a new computer.

Let’s talk!

Will resume blogging soon.