Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Day 5 The Woman You Gave Me

Day 5 The Woman You Gave Me...

12 The man said, “The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit of the tree, and I ate.”  Genesis 3:12

I hate being wrong, especially when I chose poorly. I do not enjoy making mistakes, but I hate it when my own turpitude reveals itself. I carefully foster the delusion that, fundamentally, I’m a good guy. After all, I don’t commit any of the “biggies” …very often. And like Adam, when confronted with my depravity, I blame others. It’s a rather astounding moment when you think about what Adam does. When the Almighty questions him regarding his sin, Adam responds by blaming God. “The woman you gave to be with me…” (italics added). It’s really your fault God. You gave her to me and look what happened.

We struggle with the concept of holiness, thinking that holiness is something akin to being really good, like my Mother or Grandmother, or perhaps a very young child. Having raised three children, I can tell you that rebellion starts much sooner than we like to admit. Holiness is not being really nice all the time. Holiness is set apart for something fundamentally different. During incarnation, holiness intrudes upon our messy and broken world in the form of an infant child. God is holy, and to see Him is to die, something the ancient Israelites well understood. But God, knowing that we could not, made the journey for us. He shouldered the blame and became one of us, enduring all of the mean rottenness of our post-garden world. 


Monday, November 29, 2021

Day 4 Stewardship

Day 4 Stewardship

15 The Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it. Genesis 2:15 English Standard Version

Interestingly, after God breathed out this world, shaping man with his hands out of the dust and breathing life into him, He places us in His creation to keep it. This passage and similar passages in Genesis 1, often referred to as “Dominion” passages, remind us of the stewardship nature of our place in creation. Man, sitting at the apex of creation, exerts power over all that he sees. In fact, most of us rarely consider our role as stewards; instead, we view ourselves as owners with the right to use creation as we see fit. Oddly, many of the societies and cultures we view as backward or underdeveloped understand stewardship of nature better. They appreciate our transient nature and find the concept of land-ownership alien. However, we view nature as something we own and exploit as we desire.

Almost everywhere one looks, we fail at stewardship. We consume vast quantities of resources with little thought to the future. We alter the landscape to suit our own desires, without considering the effects we have on other humans and the garden. While I’m certain that Paul references the sinful and fallen state of creation, it is good to remember that “all of creation groans,” longing for restoration (Romans 8:22). During the lock-down in the early days of the pandemic, while we sat at home, the garden rebounded, showing a surprising resilience. In a variety of ways, the garden blossomed with greater vigor, reminding me that better things are possible.

So, this Christmas season as I sit looking out at my backyard, draped in the mourning rags of fall with wizened sticks reminding me of Spring and Summer glory, I wonder. I wonder what kind of gardener God wants. How would He remake me? How would He have me treat nature differently? How can I order my steps so that more of us can enjoy the bounty of His garden? How can I think of others? How can I join in God’s ongoing act of creation and redemption?


Sunday, November 28, 2021

Day 3, Orderly

1 In the beginning, God created everything: the heavens above and the earth below. Here’s what happened: 2 At first the earth lacked shape and was totally empty, and a dark fog draped over the deep while God’s spirit-wind hovered over the surface of the empty waters. Then there was the voice of God. Genesis 1:1-2 The Voice

As a professional soldier, turned English teacher, I love good order and discipline. I like papers turned in on time. I embrace the orderliness of the Oxford comma. I loathe empty spots in my gradebook. Gazing out over a classroom with students busy at their tasks creates a sense of contentment and rightness within my spirit. As a commander in the Army, I always enjoyed soldiers arrayed in formation. The common shapes stretching out in ordered ranks and files told me that all was right in my little piece of the military world. Some portion of my heart, soul, or spirit longs for order. Genesis reminds us that God shares a similar desire.

We get precious few details about creation, mostly that God spoke, and amazing things happened. Sadly, instead of embracing the marvelous wonder of the moment, we’ve turned this great wonder into some sort of spiritual litmus test, a grid with which to screen out unfaithful undesirables. But this stands out, God speaks order out of chaos. In some fashion, God wants things just so. He wants form and structure, not shapeless disarray.

As I gaze out across the landscape of our world, I see brokenness. I see great disorder. I see confusion. I find that I’m a scattered, disordered man. In almost every arena of human endeavor chaos reigns. And our chaos spills out marring the beautiful creation that sprang from the mind of God. His children suffer so from our disorder. I find that, even my little parochial school, chaos often reigns in the lives of my students. They endure pain they did not create. Their path twists and turns through a confusing morass. But God did not visit this disarray upon them. Sometimes they choose poorly. Sometimes their parents chose poorly. But instead, God chooses to break into the disorder through His son, the incarnate word. 


Saturday, November 27, 2021

Day 2 It Was Good


31 Then God surveyed everything He had made, savoring its beauty and appreciating its goodness. Evening gave way to morning. That was day six. Genesis 1:31 The Voice

God surveyed and savored. As someone intimately involved in preparing Holiday Meals, I understand surveying and savoring. Today, Christopher and Megan joined us for a brunch and to put up our traditional Christmas decorations. It was a cold rainy fall day when the knock came at our door. Amid all the hellos, hugs, and jacket takings I enjoyed the comments on the smells filling the house. It was a simple brunch of a sticky-bun type of pull-apart bread, Pigs-in-blankets, and coffee. Yet, as I surveyed the set table with my available family savoring the smells emanating from the warm food, I enjoyed satisfaction and warmth, something akin to what God felt after He finished creation. Everyone that engages in creation of any type knows that feeling of pleasure when things turn out just so. We step back and relish the moment, and in some small way join the Lord in the joy of creativity. Yet, there is a tinge of bitterness in creation.

God knew that let there be light, set in motion events that would claim the life of His son. Eden presaged Bethlehem. Despite the depredations of the cross, He pressed ahead with creation. What is it about this world and His children that makes the surveying and savoring worth the journey to the manger? How can it be worth all that? Walking the path from Eden to Bethlehem, the path to the incarnation, reveals much about the Lord we worship. And often, it uncovers more and deeper questions. 


Friday, November 26, 2021

Day 1 It All Started Somewhere


1 Before time itself was measured, the Voice was speaking.
    The Voice was and is God.
2 This celestial Word remained ever present with the Creator;
3     His speech shaped the entire cosmos.
Immersed in the practice of creating,
    all things that exist were birthed in Him.
4 His breath filled all things
    with a living, breathing light—
5 A light that thrives in the depths of darkness,
    blazes through murky bottoms.
It cannot and will not be quenched. John 1:1-5 The Voice

In an amazing burst of creativity, the Word stepped out and remarkable things happened. Time itself began its inexorable march into another new creation, a new land, the future. The Word conceived of and brought forth the cosmos we understand as our universe. We do not know what exists outside this creation. We truly comprehend very little of our own existence. So much without and within remains unexplored and unknown. But He knows. He envisaged all that we see and touch. The minute particles that compose an atom, His. The stars, dust, and other stellar phenomena, His. The minerals that make up the dust of this earth, His. All the creatures that print the dust or cut the ocean waves, His. We are His.
Yet, He knew. He understood that from the moment He spoke, and the hands of time started swinging grief would be His as well. He understood and accepted the inevitable. His creation, so carefully and lovingly crafted would turn, turn on Him, despising His love. The resultant darkness threatened to overwhelm and engulf all that He deemed precious. So, before He spoke, He had a plan. Woven deeply into the fabric of creation, His Love, His Word, His Light, shines. It burst forth in the beginning. It shone brightly in a rude manger. Undimmed, it shines today.

Saturday, August 14, 2021

Words Do Matter

  “Because your face hurts mine, now sit down,” as the words left my mouth, I knew they were wrong and yearned to take them back. The teenager’s face fell, and he schlepped back to his desk. A door closed and all the apologies I could mouth would not open it again. Later, that young man left our school; and though the principal said it was for other reasons, I knew that at a minimum, my words helped push him toward the exit. I should have known better. Over twenty-seven years of military service, I’d honed my sarcasm tools to a fine edge. Now as a high-school teacher, I found that sarcasm was a tool that should be rarely used…if ever. I should have paid attention to my words…or guarded my speech.

“One of my goals is for us to use elevated speech,” intoned Dr. Ransdell, “We, as teachers, need to always use elevated speech, in our writing, in our lectures, and in our conversations.” And Dr. Ransdell displayed an uncompromising vigilance in elevating our speech. She regularly marked our papers with “Casual Speech” in her neat script. As this was a graduate course, we regularly delivered short orations over a given subject. She did not hesitate to stop the speaker and require a rephrasing of a sentence delivered in casual speech. She understood that casual speech elides meaning, leading to poor communication.

         Now as an English teacher, I pay attention to words, the words that I use, the words that others use, the words I see in print or on my computer screen. I realize that the words we use reveal much about who we are, how we think, what is important to us, and the quality of our character. Taking the time to think through what we will say, or write, carefully choosing the exact right phrasing to carry the meaning we’re groping for, and eradicating trite colloquialism, all point toward a disciplined mind anxious to communicate clearly, concisely, and eloquently.  All of this takes effort and time.

        In our modern give it to me in sound bites culture, we find taking our time anathema. Elevated speech or writing requires thoughtful consideration. Students carp and moan when a writing assignment requires the construction of an outline. And they do so primarily because of the time it takes. I understand the nature of their lives. They all report struggling to find the time to do the required things and those social things they so crave. Contrary to what I might think as a teacher, they are not displaying laziness particular to their generation. They simply reflect our culture. We crave speed and immediacy. I have a computer that I despise, avoiding using it if possible. Why? It is slow. When I purchased it, I did not want to spend much money. I got what I paid for. It does everything it is supposed to but start-up is slow. I can take two or three sips of coffee just waiting for the logon screen. Once fully booted up, it works just fine. But I hate it. I too reflect my culture. But, like my English professor, God counsels slow, considerate speech.

        This short essay cannot hope to include all the scripture directed at guarding our speech. Evidently, as long as humans have printed the sands of this earth, we’ve struggled with this thing called speech. In both the New and Old testaments, God devoted many passages to the various issues and perils associated with speech. Ephesians 4:29 draws me as I contemplate using elevated speech. Paul writes, “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.” 

        When in my classroom, does my speech guild up? Does it give grace? Does it fit the occasion? When I sit down in front of my computer to peck out an essay, do I use my words to encourage, to point towards God, to ennoble, or build up? God graced me with the ability of speech. This capability sets me apart from all the lower life forms. How will I use this great gift? Dr. Ransdell strove to inculcate the habit of elevated speech in her students. Without hectoring or degrading, she required that we weigh our words carefully, choosing those words which best fit the situation. If we more carefully select our words and then think before we send them out into the world, we might reduce the level of acrimony in civil discourse. Once words slip from our lips, we cannot recall them. So as I enter the final preparation for my fall classes, I must redouble my efforts to guard my speech, seeking a special measure of grace from the Lord, grace to guard my lips against any careless speech. 



Thursday, July 29, 2021

The True Nature of God, Holiness, and Punishment Part 4 (Conclusion)

  When we consider the problem of the reality of heaven, hell, the nature of sin, and the reality of God we must consider justice. We face the urge to somehow mitigate or ameliorate hell. Over the centuries, far too many preachers leaned into, or emphasized, hell, using fear as a motivator. They seek to goad their audience into a commitment to God as an alternative to an existence of endless punishment. At best, action from fear is transient in nature. Once fear fades, a person loses their devotion. God never sought to reach His people through fear, not the patriarchs of old, the Jews of the wanderings, or the modern Christians of today. He seeks a relationship based on love and an understanding of His true nature. Not only is God holy, unable to tolerate sin, but He is also just, enacting justice for all His children. 

A stringent holiness and wise justice evade human capabilities. Often, we quote, “vengeance is mine says the Lord,” Deuteronomy 32:35. God is not one to embrace chaos and disorder. His acts of creation brought about order and harmony. Our sin brought about disorder and anarchy. His love of good order and discipline led Him to pass the sword of vengeance to human government, Romans 13:3-5. None of us truly want justice, unless directed at someone else. We want others to get their just deserts, but we want grace or mercy for ourselves. We struggle when trying to understand how a loving God would send someone to hell. Perhaps, we construct the sentence incorrectly. God does not send, He allows. He loves us enough to let us choose our fate and He is wise enough to administer justice. The reality is that God extends to all His grace and mercy through Jesus Christ and at the end of all things, He allows those who have chosen to reject Him to reap the fruits of their choice. Those of us blessed to enter into His presence do so only because of His gracious work through Jesus. It has always been this way.

God has not changed over the years. He is not bi-polar. He did not take a chill-pill sometime around AD 33. He has always loved His creation and sought to be in harmony with it. At the first crunch of the apple in the garden, His heart broke. But, even with the broken heart, He started working out His plan to set things right. His mercies have always poured out on us, new every morning, Lamentations 3:22-23. It is our lack of understanding about the reality of His nature, the nature of love, and the nature of holiness that clouds our understanding of reality. Jesus frequently reminded His followers…and us…that He and the father are the same. Jesus shares the same stringent holiness, the same commitment to justice, and the same love of His children with His father. They are truly one. A stream of God’s mercy flows through scripture mitigating the deleterious effects of justice on His children. Sadly for those who turn away, His justice remains, just as they remain outside His presence, truly in a hell of their own creation.