I can't say that I blame them--Americans I see camped out in Cairo's airport trying to get out. Questions abound: What happened, what's happening, and, more than anything else, what will happen next? I don't think anyone knows, but it is clear that it is a dangerous situation. We can be sure that people with destructive agendas are hoping to take advantage of the chaos.
What we see coming out of Egypt is not unique to that ancient land. What is happening there is the current demonstration of a syndrome that has been seen many times. Ours is a world full of conflict. Without taking sides in the conflict, I'll simply say that the problem is one of sin. Leaders, as well as those led, are filled with the kinds of tendencies that cause kindergarten teachers to write, "Doesn't play well with others." on youngsters' progress reports.
So, if this is a universal concept where do we go to get in line to escape?
Interestingly, just before the Lord Jesus Christ went to the cross, He told His followers--by extension, me--that He was leaving them in this world. Though we are not "of" this world--it is not my source of meaning, purpose, and agenda--we are in it.
But, listen to this. "These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world." (John 16:33)
It's STTA.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thumbs-Taking a Chance:
Two things happened, recently, related to my thumbs, that have never happened before. I went to a bank the other day to take care of an unusual transaction-at least unusual for me. I did all the usual things-signed my name, and produced two forms of I.D.-all under the watchful eye of the surveillance camera. Then the teller said she needed a thumb print. She got out a little ink-pad, told me what to do, and gave me a tissue to clean up my right thumb. I don't have any problem with it. It was just a new one on this old one.
Then about a week later I was finishing up a remodeling project-nothing big. Maybe it was the "What's next?" question that distracted me. I don't know, but distracted I was-at least until I felt the impact of the carbide blade on my left thumb. My Dr. says it should be OK, though the scars will no doubt provide some interesting conversation.
My thumbs have something in common-I mean beside being attached to me-both of their recent experiences relate to a concept that seems to drive a great deal of our modern thinking and actions (or lack thereof) risk. Fraud related to credit-cards, checks, and other financial transactions costs each of us hundreds of dollars every year. My unique thumbprint on that document is the bank's attempt to reduce risk. Since, at least in part it is my money that is in jeopardy, I'm OK with it. Since my left thumb has been swathed in bandages it tends to attract some attention. "What did you do?" is a frequent question these days. When I give the answer, sometimes in words, more frequently with an unmistakable look, friends and acquaintances say, "You shouldn't do that anymore. The risk is too great."
My two most clumsy digits were having an up-or-down conversation. RT was aimed skyward. "We live in a world where people rob and steal. Mistakes are made. The transaction the big guy was involved in is prone to fraud. Calling me in as a witness was a wise precaution. Nobody can forge my signature. By the way, RT, you look kinda beat up."
"Yeah," he replied, "it was the big guy. I was right there on the job. He checked out, and the rest is history . . . and thumb-burger." But in spite of the big guy's wandering mind, I'm not prepared to retire. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do need a break-pardon the pun-I've been reminding the big guy about that, but I still remember, through all this padding, the feel of a well-shaped and finished piece of wood. I could end up on the shop floor, but I'm going to leave my print on something worthwhile."
"I like your style," RT replied. "By the way, you look good in white. The other day I was thumbing through Proverbs, the HANDbook edition. Don't you just love that verb? You'll never guess what I found. 'Where no saw is, the shop is clean, but much of value comes from the ability of the saw to cut.' (Proverbs 14:4, Digital Revised Version) I hope you get better soon. Twiddling alone is no fun."
In there, there is STTA. (What do you expect from a couple of thumbs?)
Then about a week later I was finishing up a remodeling project-nothing big. Maybe it was the "What's next?" question that distracted me. I don't know, but distracted I was-at least until I felt the impact of the carbide blade on my left thumb. My Dr. says it should be OK, though the scars will no doubt provide some interesting conversation.
My thumbs have something in common-I mean beside being attached to me-both of their recent experiences relate to a concept that seems to drive a great deal of our modern thinking and actions (or lack thereof) risk. Fraud related to credit-cards, checks, and other financial transactions costs each of us hundreds of dollars every year. My unique thumbprint on that document is the bank's attempt to reduce risk. Since, at least in part it is my money that is in jeopardy, I'm OK with it. Since my left thumb has been swathed in bandages it tends to attract some attention. "What did you do?" is a frequent question these days. When I give the answer, sometimes in words, more frequently with an unmistakable look, friends and acquaintances say, "You shouldn't do that anymore. The risk is too great."
My two most clumsy digits were having an up-or-down conversation. RT was aimed skyward. "We live in a world where people rob and steal. Mistakes are made. The transaction the big guy was involved in is prone to fraud. Calling me in as a witness was a wise precaution. Nobody can forge my signature. By the way, RT, you look kinda beat up."
"Yeah," he replied, "it was the big guy. I was right there on the job. He checked out, and the rest is history . . . and thumb-burger." But in spite of the big guy's wandering mind, I'm not prepared to retire. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do need a break-pardon the pun-I've been reminding the big guy about that, but I still remember, through all this padding, the feel of a well-shaped and finished piece of wood. I could end up on the shop floor, but I'm going to leave my print on something worthwhile."
"I like your style," RT replied. "By the way, you look good in white. The other day I was thumbing through Proverbs, the HANDbook edition. Don't you just love that verb? You'll never guess what I found. 'Where no saw is, the shop is clean, but much of value comes from the ability of the saw to cut.' (Proverbs 14:4, Digital Revised Version) I hope you get better soon. Twiddling alone is no fun."
In there, there is STTA. (What do you expect from a couple of thumbs?)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Thanks, Young folk:
I have been reminded a couple of times, lately, about how lacking our culture is in support for young adults who choose to live lives sexual purity. I know a number of teens and 20 & 30 somethings who are committed to a Biblical standard of morality. THANK YOU.
Recently, a young single woman from our church visited a physician. Very quickly the conversation between, doctor, patient, and parent soon made clear the default position: It was not a question of "Are you?" but an assumption, "Since you are." I received an email today from a mom who said that her teen child is constantly confronted with peers who see no reason for sexual restraint, think the standard should be for all young women to be on birth-control pills, and think that anyone who says no to sexual activity is really quite (what is a good current word for weird/stupid?)
Personally, I thank all of you young adults who are obeying what the Bible has to say about sexuality--which basically is that it is a gift to be exclusively shared between husband and wife. I thank you not only as one who cares deeply about the standards of God's word, but as citizen of my community. The breakdown of morality and family in our culture has been costly in numerous ways. The foundation stones of a stable nation are stable communities. Stable communities are built on solid homes. Solid homes are built by folk who are willing to do things God's way.
It is a sign of the schizophrenic nature of our culture that we tend to encourage the very behavior that is destroying us. Thanks to all of you young adults who are making a difference. If I can help you, let me know. If I can be of encouragement to some of you who are considering joining their ranks, likewise, get in touch. Parents and leaders don't give in to the ethos of our debauched world. Stand for what is right, and encourage our kids to do the same.
It's STTA.
Recently, a young single woman from our church visited a physician. Very quickly the conversation between, doctor, patient, and parent soon made clear the default position: It was not a question of "Are you?" but an assumption, "Since you are." I received an email today from a mom who said that her teen child is constantly confronted with peers who see no reason for sexual restraint, think the standard should be for all young women to be on birth-control pills, and think that anyone who says no to sexual activity is really quite (what is a good current word for weird/stupid?)
Personally, I thank all of you young adults who are obeying what the Bible has to say about sexuality--which basically is that it is a gift to be exclusively shared between husband and wife. I thank you not only as one who cares deeply about the standards of God's word, but as citizen of my community. The breakdown of morality and family in our culture has been costly in numerous ways. The foundation stones of a stable nation are stable communities. Stable communities are built on solid homes. Solid homes are built by folk who are willing to do things God's way.
It is a sign of the schizophrenic nature of our culture that we tend to encourage the very behavior that is destroying us. Thanks to all of you young adults who are making a difference. If I can help you, let me know. If I can be of encouragement to some of you who are considering joining their ranks, likewise, get in touch. Parents and leaders don't give in to the ethos of our debauched world. Stand for what is right, and encourage our kids to do the same.
It's STTA.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Not at home.
I hope you are warm and secure in your home. When it is cold outside, it sure makes the warm inside easier to appreciate. As I type I'm sitting next to the fire on a comfortable couch. I need to be reminded, though, in the words of the old hymn, "This world is not my home."
I hear that some of our new members of congress are living out that concept. Since arriving at DC they have been sleeping on cots or blow-up beds in their office building.
Is it a publicity stunt? Likely, at least in part, but at least it is publicizing a concept worth remembering. Several of our representatives who are sleeping like teens at a sleep-over pointed out that they want to be reminded, and remind others that they don't live in Washington. They are there to serve their constituents back home.
The Apostle Paul said that our citizenship is in heaven. (Philippians 3:20) He counselled Timothy to not become entangled in the affairs of this world. (2 Timothy 2) Interestingly, it is those who are least at home in this world--those who realize that there is something more--who do the most good in it.
When you read/hear news stories like the one below, view them with a bit of appropriate cynicism, but, if you know the Lord, be reminded, "I'm not home either.
It's STTA.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/01/22/eveningnews/main7272636.shtml
I hear that some of our new members of congress are living out that concept. Since arriving at DC they have been sleeping on cots or blow-up beds in their office building.
Is it a publicity stunt? Likely, at least in part, but at least it is publicizing a concept worth remembering. Several of our representatives who are sleeping like teens at a sleep-over pointed out that they want to be reminded, and remind others that they don't live in Washington. They are there to serve their constituents back home.
The Apostle Paul said that our citizenship is in heaven. (Philippians 3:20) He counselled Timothy to not become entangled in the affairs of this world. (2 Timothy 2) Interestingly, it is those who are least at home in this world--those who realize that there is something more--who do the most good in it.
When you read/hear news stories like the one below, view them with a bit of appropriate cynicism, but, if you know the Lord, be reminded, "I'm not home either.
It's STTA.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/01/22/eveningnews/main7272636.shtml
Protecting our congressmen:
When someone says "It's cold out there." they may not be talking about the frigid winter. The recent shooting in Arizona is one example of the harsh moral-weather. Somebody needs to do something. Could it be you and I who need to bring about that change?
Clearly one of the good-news stories of recent days has been Representative Gabriele Giffords remarkable survival, and, thusfar, incredible recovery from a point-blank attack that put a bullet through her brain. The good news, though, is clearly wrapped in darkness. Congresswoman Giffords was doing what she ought to have been doing--meeting her constituents--when she and twenty or so others were attacked by Jared Loughner.
As it should be, the public has reacted with outrage, but what do we do? Immediately proposals were offered that would provide our 535 lawmakers with Secret Service type protection. Some lawmakers have decided that they will carry guns in public settings. John Wayne, Clint Eastwood go to Washington. Other ideas involve metal detectors, and zones around public officials where guns aren't allowed. All of these proposals and others need to be considered on their merits, but we need to understand they really won't solve the problem. Rep. Bill Huizenga, Michigan, wisely observed ". . . we can't rely on Government fixes. We have to change people's hearts." (World Magazine, 1/29, p.8) I agree with the congressman. People like you and I are in charge of congressional security. Dads, Moms, teachers, preachers like me, Scout leaders and Little-League coaches, we are helping to build the kind of public climate that will result in greater danger, or more security for those who represent us.
When we look at the carnage in Arizona, let's not only look at the killer. There were those who held him down, took away his ammunition, used their bodies to shield others, and rendered assistance to the wounded.
Here is something to put on your resume. "Providing security for public officials."
It's STTA.
Clearly one of the good-news stories of recent days has been Representative Gabriele Giffords remarkable survival, and, thusfar, incredible recovery from a point-blank attack that put a bullet through her brain. The good news, though, is clearly wrapped in darkness. Congresswoman Giffords was doing what she ought to have been doing--meeting her constituents--when she and twenty or so others were attacked by Jared Loughner.
As it should be, the public has reacted with outrage, but what do we do? Immediately proposals were offered that would provide our 535 lawmakers with Secret Service type protection. Some lawmakers have decided that they will carry guns in public settings. John Wayne, Clint Eastwood go to Washington. Other ideas involve metal detectors, and zones around public officials where guns aren't allowed. All of these proposals and others need to be considered on their merits, but we need to understand they really won't solve the problem. Rep. Bill Huizenga, Michigan, wisely observed ". . . we can't rely on Government fixes. We have to change people's hearts." (World Magazine, 1/29, p.8) I agree with the congressman. People like you and I are in charge of congressional security. Dads, Moms, teachers, preachers like me, Scout leaders and Little-League coaches, we are helping to build the kind of public climate that will result in greater danger, or more security for those who represent us.
When we look at the carnage in Arizona, let's not only look at the killer. There were those who held him down, took away his ammunition, used their bodies to shield others, and rendered assistance to the wounded.
Here is something to put on your resume. "Providing security for public officials."
It's STTA.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Whose fault?
When something is wrong we always want someone or something to blame. The more wrong it is, the greater the desire for a scape-goat.
The blame-game has gone into hyper-drive this week. A guy walked into a crowd of people and shot a member of Congress, a Federal judge, and more than a dozen others. Everyone agrees that this is a horrendous deed, but whose fault is it. Accusations fire out from Tucson like a laser light show. I fear that the aim of the accusations has more to do with the prejudices of those making the accusations than a careful analysis of the facts.
- The gun-control lobby blames the ready availability of firearms, pointing to the fact that Arizona has few, if any, restrictions on carrying a concealed weapon.
- Others point to what they regard as the as the unacceptable level of vitriol (Have you noticed that those with whom we agree almost always sound less vitriolic than our opponents?) in our public discourse.
- The fact that Congresswoman Giffords had no Secret-Service type security has been offered as a reason for the tragedy.
- There was a breakdown in the mental-health safety-net, say advocates for the unstable.
My heart has gone out to the parents of the shooter. I don't know yet whether they are good parents or bad, but clearly the family is the first, and foremost, civilizing influence. - No doubt many of you can supply other possible causal factors.
The fact is there is an element of truth to everyone of the statements above. We live in a world profoundly marked by sin at every level. Romans 1:18-3:20 and Romans 7 point out that not only is sin out there, but in here. The Bible makes plain that each of us are responsible for our actions. Note Ezekiel 18:20, for example. We have to deal with the world in a realistic way. Unrestrained evil will triumph, in the short-term. The book of Proverbs gives a realistic model of imperfect moms and dads parenting fallen children in a sinful world. Romans 13 is one of the passages in the Bible that speaks of the need of an effective government to restrain evil.
Finding a boogey-man type explanation for the kind of tragedy that insults, hurts, and, in a sense, taints us all may make us feel better for a while, but it won't do anything to really help. More important than asking, "Who can I blame?" is being open to the query, "What can I do?"
It's STTA.
A cyber-friend of mine had some very good thoughts on the tragedy. Click here.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Run! Run!
I'm sure it was over a half century ago that I heard, and almost instantly learned the little rhyme, "Run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man." It's a fun little story to read. The rhythm, rhyme, repetition, and the imaginary scene of a cookie that can run and talk--and even more who says what just about all little girls and boys want to say, "I can outrun you."--makes the story one that little folk like. The little ditty could be filed under the heading of fable. I won't spoil the ending for you, in case you haven't read it, or forgot, but, let me simply say there is evil in the world that none of us can outrun.
Speaking of not being able to outrun something:
And, I'm not making this up, as Dave Barry says. Though the Gingerbread Man out ran the old-lady, her husband-farmer, and a whole bunch of farm animals, he couldn't escape the PC police. Last year in Lancashire County, England, schools were orderd to call the cookies (or "pudding," as the English call them) "Gingerbread Persons" ( World Magazine 12/18/10, p. 19) After all we wouldn't want to imply that little girls can't run as fast as their male counterparts.
Apparently, though, some folk in "Jolly Old . . ." said something like "This nonsense makes no sense at all, and insisted that the pastry get his manhood back. You'll be glad to know that you can, once again, ask for a Gingerbread Man in Lancashire without being eaten by the PC police.
I remember the popularization of "Ms," as a designation for a lady when you don't know her marital status or want to keep from offending a woman who doesn't want to be titled based on her marital status. (I sometimes use the designation in correspondence. It saves embarrassment and grief.) Maybe it is just my feeble mind, but I don't remember "animal rights" being a part of our public vocabulary forty years ago. It used to be that "green" was a color, and "gay" involved no closets or not asking or telling. Now we live in a time in which it is considered inappropriate to call people who do acts of terror "terrorists," and people from other lands who are in our country illegally, "illegal aliens."
I would be the first to admit that language and titles have been used to cause needless pain. I'm glad, for example, that the "N word" has been removed from responsible discourse. But the renaming of a cookie is an example of the attempts to steer our culture by hijacking the language. We ought not be mean, but when it is appropriate, when we have a legitimate opportunity to do so, we should resist these efforts.
In the same sense as humans, animals don't have rights. People have a responsibility to treat animals responsibly. Anything that blurs the gulf between a human life and that of an animal ought to be resisted. A person's choices in regard to sexual expression are not without moral content. Some forms of sex are wrong, others are right. Language should not be stripped of those distinctions. A dedication to gender-neutrality that requires the renaming of a lunchtime sweet ought to be called what it is--foolishness.
My thoroughly masculine hat is off to the people of Lancashire. If I ever visit there I hope I can enjoy a Gingerbread Man along with a spot of Tea.
It's STTA.
Speaking of not being able to outrun something:
And, I'm not making this up, as Dave Barry says. Though the Gingerbread Man out ran the old-lady, her husband-farmer, and a whole bunch of farm animals, he couldn't escape the PC police. Last year in Lancashire County, England, schools were orderd to call the cookies (or "pudding," as the English call them) "Gingerbread Persons" ( World Magazine 12/18/10, p. 19) After all we wouldn't want to imply that little girls can't run as fast as their male counterparts.
Apparently, though, some folk in "Jolly Old . . ." said something like "This nonsense makes no sense at all, and insisted that the pastry get his manhood back. You'll be glad to know that you can, once again, ask for a Gingerbread Man in Lancashire without being eaten by the PC police.
I remember the popularization of "Ms," as a designation for a lady when you don't know her marital status or want to keep from offending a woman who doesn't want to be titled based on her marital status. (I sometimes use the designation in correspondence. It saves embarrassment and grief.) Maybe it is just my feeble mind, but I don't remember "animal rights" being a part of our public vocabulary forty years ago. It used to be that "green" was a color, and "gay" involved no closets or not asking or telling. Now we live in a time in which it is considered inappropriate to call people who do acts of terror "terrorists," and people from other lands who are in our country illegally, "illegal aliens."
I would be the first to admit that language and titles have been used to cause needless pain. I'm glad, for example, that the "N word" has been removed from responsible discourse. But the renaming of a cookie is an example of the attempts to steer our culture by hijacking the language. We ought not be mean, but when it is appropriate, when we have a legitimate opportunity to do so, we should resist these efforts.
In the same sense as humans, animals don't have rights. People have a responsibility to treat animals responsibly. Anything that blurs the gulf between a human life and that of an animal ought to be resisted. A person's choices in regard to sexual expression are not without moral content. Some forms of sex are wrong, others are right. Language should not be stripped of those distinctions. A dedication to gender-neutrality that requires the renaming of a lunchtime sweet ought to be called what it is--foolishness.
My thoroughly masculine hat is off to the people of Lancashire. If I ever visit there I hope I can enjoy a Gingerbread Man along with a spot of Tea.
It's STTA.
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