Monday, December 31, 2012

A Blessed and Happy New Year!

"In the  last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying,  'If any man thirst, let him come unto Me and drink.' " ~ John 7:37


"Patience had her perfect work in the LORD Jesus, and until the last day of the feast He pleaded with the Jews, even as on this last day of the year He pleads with us, and waits to be gracious to us.  Admirable, indeed, is the long-suffering of the Saviour in bearing with some of us year after year, notwithstanding our provocations, rebellions, and resistance of His Holy Spirit.  Wonder of wonders that we are still in the land of mercy!

"Pity expressed herself most plainly, for Jesus cried, which implies not only the loudness of His voice, but the tenderness of His tones.  He entreats us to be reconciled.  'We pray you,' says the Apostle, 'as though God did beseech you by us.'  What earnest, pathetic terms are these!  How deep must be the love which makes the LORD weep over sinners, and like a mother woo His children to His bosom!  Surely at the call of such a cry our willing hearts will come.

"Provision is made most plenteously; all is provided that man can need to quench his soul's thirst.  To his conscience the atonement brings peace; to his understanding the gospel brings the richest instruction; to his heart the person of Jesus is the noblest object of affection; to the whole man the truth as it is in Jesus supplies the purest nutriment.  Thirst is terrible, but Jesus can remove it.  Though the soul were utterly famished, Jesus could restore it.

"Proclamation is made most freely, that every thirsty one is welcome.  No other distinction is made but that of thirst.  Whether it be the thirst of avarice, ambition, pleasure, knowledge, or rest, he who suffers from it is invited.  The thirst may be bad in itself, and be no sign of grace, but rather a mark of inordinate sin longing to be gratified with deeper draughts of lust; but it is not goodness in the creature which brings him the invitation, the LORD Jesus sends it freely, and without respect of persons.

"Personality is declared most fully.  The sinner must come to Jesus, not to works, ordinances or doctrines, but to a personal Redeemer, who His own self bore our sins in His own body on the tree.  The bleeding, dying, rising Saviour is the only star of hope to a sinner.  Oh, for grace to come now and drink, ere the sun sets upon the year's last day!

"No waiting or preparation is so much as hinted at.  Drinking represents a reception for which no fitness is required.  A fool, a thief, a harlot can drink; and so sinfulness of character is no bar to the invitation to believe in Jesus.  We want no golden cup, no bejeweled chalice, in which to convey the water to the thirsty; the mouth of poverty is welcome to stoop down and quaff the flowing flood.  Blistered, leprous, filthy lips may touch the stream of divine love; they cannot pollute it, but shall themselves be purified.  Jesus is the fount of Hope.  Dear reader, hear the dear Redeemer's loving voice as He cries to each of us,
'IF ANY MAN THIRST, LET HIM COME UNTO ME AND DRINK.' "

Charles H. Spurgeon

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My prayer for 2013 is that all my friends and family, including all who are brought to this blog, will serve the LORD Jesus Christ with all your hearts, minds, and souls; that, in all you do, you bring Him the honor and glory He so richly deserves, and that you devote yourself to work to further His glorious kingdom.

And to those who do not yet know Jesus Christ, this is my prayer for you:

"Seek the LORD while He may be found;
call upon Him while He is near;
let the wicked forsake his way,
and the unrighteous man his thoughts;
let him return to the LORD, that He may have compassion on him,
and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon." 

Isaiah 55:6-7   


Salvation is only a breath away. 

Wishing you all a very blessed and happy New Year!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Newtown, Connecticut and the Gospel of Jesus Christ

Why is it so difficult for some to acknowledge that man, from the first man, Adam, until today, is fallen from grace, depraved, wicked, evil, and quite capable of the grossest offense?

And why, when atrocious crimes are committed against innocent people, does the question, "Why would God allow this?" continually arise?

I know the answer to both questions.  And it's not as difficult as one would assume.

The Lord saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intention of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. ~ Genesis 6:5, ESV

We live in a depraved world; a world that's becoming more and more wicked with each collective breath.  Every human being is guilty of total depravity.  The crux of the problem is that the majority attempt to justify living outside of God's righteous standards.  When atrocities like the one that took place yesterday in Newtown, Connecticut occur, man begins pointing the finger away from the true cause -  himself - and assigns psychological labels, prescribes psychotropic drugs to numb emotions and control behavior, and goes so far as to blame an inert, ineffective object that is incapable of such horror without a human mind initially concocting the scenario and activating the mechanism that brings destruction...and unimaginable grief.

"Evil does not exist within a gun.  It exists in the minds and hearts of those who pull the trigger for evil purposes." ~ From The Soldier's Sanctuary 

Twenty children and six adults are dead.  They are dead not because our freedoms allow us to legally own and carry guns, but because a twenty-year old man influenced by a sinful society void of values and fast becoming a moral-less community, took that inanimate object and pulled the trigger.  When he was done, he turned the gun on himself, adding one more dead to the tally and ending the terror he brought to Newtown, Connecticut.

"How many today will ask, 'Why is such evil flourishing in our land?' Most will focus on 'sickness,' or guns, or anything but the real issue." ~  Dr. James R. White

Americans are in shock and wanting answers.  Who can blame us?  The majority of the victims were children between the age of five and ten years old.  Their peers heard the gunshots and the screams of the injured and dying and for a long time to come, they will go to their beds with the echoes and the images playing over and over again in their little minds.  Their parents will draw them close and comfort them the best way they know how.  And parents all across the country will briefly pay closer attention to their own children.  Many may even reconsider home schooling, instead of a secular public school environment.

Psychologists and psychiatrists will see an increase in business as they ineffectively attempt to quell the nightmares and provide the victims with their brand of secular and worthless counseling.

Following the shooting, politicians and special interest groups wasted no time finding the first news camera, grabbing the opportunity to grandstand and proclaim the time has come to end all gun ownership.

In the days, weeks, and months to come, debates will be held, tempers will flare, lawsuits will inevitably be filed for any reason the ambulance chasers can create to line their pockets, and many will feel threatened by an all-too intrusive government that is, in itself, as depraved as the men and women who elected them.  The violence is already being called a "tipping point" to stricter gun control, and a "dichotomy" between the right to bear arms and the ill-perceived right of others to take that freedom from us.  The circumstances surrounding this incident have opened up a window of opportunity for the liberal left, and they expect and demand their President follow through with his promise to "take meaningful action."

Many will blame Hollywood and the unwholesome entertainment, for lack of a better word, that is created there.   The finger will be pointed at violent video games that our children spend time playing, declaring that they have become desensitized to violence and have no understanding that to pull the imaginary trigger is far different than pulling the hammer back on a real gun.

Yet, with all the outcries and the anger and the outrage, they will fail to come close to an answer without first recognizing from where the horror came.  And until that moment of acknowledgement arrives, we will continue to see an increase in violence such as we saw yesterday.

"The demons of violence and lawlessness are on the loose all across America - in Newtown, Connecticut….in Aurora, Colorado….in Oak Creek, Wisconsin….just as they were in Littleton, Colorado and at Virginia Tech in years gone by. But why? How is it possible that violent crime in the United States has surged by more than 460 percent since 1960?
"The answer is as painful as it is simple: the further we turn away from God in our nation -- the further we drive Him out of our society, out of our schools and courts, and out of our media and out of our homes, or the more we give mere lip service to religion, the more men are 'holding to a form of godliness, although they have denied its power' (2 Timothy 3:5) -- the worse things are getting." ~ Joel Rosenberg

There is your answer.  I told you it was simple.  But will you believe it?  And if so, what will you do about it?

It is a given that prayers abounded for the victims and their families. If my Facebook page was a good indication, the world responded overwhelmingly.  But perhaps the most telling are the posts that portray how God is viewed in our society.  As Joel Rosenberg stated, we have done all we can possibly do, short of outlawing religion and imprisoning Christians, to remove God from nearly every aspect of our culture.  And the most evident place of His removal is in our schools.

Neil Cavuto interviewed Mike Huckabee on his FoxNews program, asking the question that far too many ask: "How could God let this happen?"  Huckabee's response echoed that of Joel Rosenberg:


“ 'We ask why there’s violence in our schools, but we have systematically removed God from our schools.  Should we be so surprised that schools would become a place of carnage? Because we’ve made it a place where we don’t want to talk about eternity, life, what responsibility means, accountability. That we’re not just going to have to be accountable to the police if they catch us, but one day we stand before a holy God in judgment.  If we don’t believe that, then we don’t fear that,” said Huckabee.  He added, 'Maybe we ought to let (God) in on the front end and we wouldn’t have to call Him to show up when it’s all said and done at the back end.' ”

Today's headlines scream "Search For Answers Begins As Nation Mourns."  Instead, the headlines should read, "Search For Jesus Christ Begins As Nation Mourns."  It's time that Christians start giving the singular answer to the world's question, and do so with boldness and without fear of persecution.

"And He [Jesus] said to them, 'Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.  Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.' " ~ Mark 16:15-16, ESV

Christians need to put away the thinking that they are not equipped to witness to this debauched world.

"For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek." ~ Romans 1:16, ESV

Do Christians bear a certain responsibility for the massacre yesterday?  That's a pretty hard question, but I believe that, to a degree, we do.

How often do we go out of our comfort zone to witness to others?   Most people surround themselves with others who are of the same mind, have the same interests, even resembling those we associate with in dress, style, preferences, and the like.  We keep in our tight little circles, speaking Christianeese to each other, post our encouragements on social websites, and even mindlessly fail to sit next to a newcomer to our church.  We may reach into our pockets and pull out a dollar for a wretch on the street.  But do we sit down with them and tell them about Jesus Christ?  Are we doing all that we can to further His kingdom?  Although I don't know the answer, did anyone reach out to the Lanza family?  

By refusing to stand up for Christ is admitting we love Him less than we ought, making our shame glaringly overt and events like that of yesterday more probable.  The Word of God is available to every thinking, speaking creature on this planet.  It's time for proclaiming Christians to dust off the Bible, learn from it, and begin telling a dead and dying world of Jesus Christ, the One Who holds all Hope for humanity.

"Look forward, look onward and forward to the end! Your best things are yet to come.  Time is short.  The end is drawing near.  The latter days of the world are upon us.  Fight the good fight.  Labor on.  Work on. Strive on.   Pray on.  Read on.  Labor hard for your own soul’s prosperity.  Labor hard for the prosperity of the souls of others.  Strive to bring a few more with you to heaven, and by all means to save some.  Do something, by God’s help, to make heaven more full and hell more empty.  Speak to that young man by your side, and to that old person who lives near to your house.  Speak to that neighbor who never goes to a place of worship.   Speak to that relative who never reads the Bible in private, and makes a mockery of serious religion.  Entreat them all to think about their souls.  Beg them to go and hear something on Sundays which will be for their good unto everlasting life. Try to persuade them to live, not like the beasts which perish, but like people who desire to be saved.  Great is your reward in heaven, if you try to do good to souls. Great is the reward of all who confess Christ before others." ~ J.C. Ryle

Perhaps if a Christian had reached out to Adam Lanza and his family, twenty children and seven adults would still be alive.  I know in my heart of hearts where those children are.  The tears have been wiped from their eyes, the echoes of the terror and the images they experienced are gone forever, and they are held for all eternity in the safe arms of their Savior and their God Jesus Christ.

"Refrain from undue weeping, for they shall come again from the land of their captivity. Thy dead ones shall live again. Mother of mortals, thou didst well to weep; but thy children live, so that thou art the mother of immortals; then, why canst thou sorrow? Dry thine eyes, and bless God that thou hast another link with heaven, and that thou hast helped to fill the choirs that, day without night, circle the throne of God with hallelujahs." ~ C.H. Spurgeon
What troubles me most, however, is that I also suspect where Adam Lanza is spending eternity, and it's not a comforting thought.  He made a choice to serve Satan and allowed himself to be manipulated into committing an evil that far surpasses our understanding.

"Murderers themselves arise from the evil passions of the human heart. If the fire was not there temptation could not fan it to a flame. Is it not because men love themselves better than their neighbours that they commit murder?
"Murder is but hate ripened into deed; and therefore the least degree of hate is a violation of the command, 'Thou shalt not kill.' ” ~ C.H. Spurgeon

There is a place reserved for all law breakers, not just those who take another life...

"Now we know that the law is good, if one uses it lawfully, understanding this, that the law is not laid down for the just but for the lawless and disobedient, for the ungodly and sinners, for the unholy and profane, for those who strike their fathers and mothers, for murderers, the sexually immoral, men who practice homosexuality, enslavers, liars, perjurers, and whatever else is contrary to sound doctrine, in accordance with the gospel of the glory of the blessed God with which I have been entrusted." ~ 1Timothy 1:8-11, ESV

...and the world needs to know and understand this.  Like Paul, all Christians have been entrusted with the Gospel, and all have been commanded to give it.

I'm praying that among the families of these victims are many Christians who know and cling to the promise Jesus made.  They will still grieve over their loss, but they will be comforted and given peace by the only One able to give it.  One day, they will be reunited with their loved ones in glory and all the depravity and wickedness of this world will finally be over.

Until that day arrives, we would all do well to remember the apostle Paul's charge to Timothy:
"I charge you in the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who is to judge the living and the dead, and by His appearing and His kingdom: preach the word; be ready in season and out of season; reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching. For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths.  As for you, always be sober-minded, endure suffering, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill your ministry." ~ 2Timothy 4:1-5, ESV

As stated at the beginning, while we draw closer to our LORD'S return, we will see an increase in wickedness.  America doesn't hold exclusive rights to the escalation of violence we are experiencing.  The evidence of it can be found all around the world, if one opens their eyes and takes a moment out of their busy schedule to look.  Even the violence perpetrated against children isn't confined solely to Newtown Connecticut, as this article demonstrates.

Needless to say, even though a knife and not a gun was used in this attack on Chinese children, the reporter states that it is giving more "fodder to both sides of the gun control debate."  The problem with this assumption is that the writer of the article can't see beyond his prejudices.  Until he does, the difference between a knife and a gun and the person wielding them will remain unanswered.

What can often be considered short-lived outrage over crimes committed against innocents should not be limited to what happens inside our own borders.  It should extend to all mankind, and so should the Gospel of Jesus Christ be spread abroad to all nations.  Unless we rouse ourselves from our lethargic indifference over how God is received in our society - accompanied by our occasional bursts of outrage over circumstances that violate our own accepted standards of behavior - we will have no effect on the lost.

The consequences of Adam Lanza's actions spread much farther than a small Connecticut community.  He had a father and a brother who must suffer through the hatred and condemnation I am sure is being thrown their way, in spite of the fact they had no immediate control of the situation.  They, too, will have to bury their dead.  They, too, will grieve and mourn for the ones they lost.  But, maybe, just maybe, someone will approach them and give them the answer they also seek, and the peace and comfort they long for will be given, as well. 

I think Robbie Parker, the father of six year old Emily Parker who lost her life in her classroom, understands this.  In his television statement, Mr. Parker encouraged others to pray for the Lanza family, reminding everyone they have also lost and will also grieve.

There is only one answer to the opening questions; only one viable solution for fallen man:  Jesus Christ and His Gospel of Salvation.

Go out into the world and give it.  Tell people about their God and His desire for all men to believe in His Son and to receive salvation.  Who knows.  Maybe the insanity we found ourselves in will be minimized if our nation returns to being a God-fearing society and allows Him back into our public institutions and, more importantly, into our lives.

 

Friday, December 7, 2012

Pretenders

How many of us have witnessed unbelievers' tears and a rush of other emotions following a witness or a sermon given by our Pastor, only to watch those expressing themselves in this way to maintain their old pattern the moment they leave the church or our presence?

Some excuse away the words, behavior and attitude of the recipient of this stream of emotion as merely being one working out what has been worked in; a sort of sanctification process; a continual conviction until the person finally yields completely and becomes that "new man" who begins a "new life" with Jesus Christ.  We are told we need to be patient and give them space and to continue to love them unconditionally, in spite of their lack of proof.  They will eventually figure it out.

Hogwash.

As much as the majority of the church would like to believe these types of conversions are legitimate, emotional and sentimental conversions are non-existent and, to my way of thinking, false conversions. 

The true emotions come after the realization you are a depraved and wretched sinner in need of repenting before a Holy and Righteous God.

When the understanding that you, by your very existence, have greatly offended Almighty God, and that there is a final and eternal judgment reserved for the unrepentant unbeliever, true emotions begin to overtake you.   You see that your "good works" you think are so efficacious, your "tender heart" toward the less fortunate you see on the street, your willingness to turn a blind eye to this sinful world and embrace diversity then pat yourself on the back for being so "accepting," never "judging" those who are "different," always making excuses for your own sin and the sin of others around you, has bought you absolutely nothing, nor gained you a toehold of heaven.  The sudden realization of your unworthiness and unholiness comes crashing down upon you, causing sincere grief for all that you have done to your Creator and Savior, and you experience a genuine desire to fall on your face before His throne and beg His forgiveness.

Then, and only then, should we look upon this person as justified, saved, and in the process of sanctification.  He may stumble on occasion.  He may be tempted back into his old lifestyle.  And he may even become a prodigal son.  But he will always return because the distaste and repugnance for the world and its sinfulness will propel him to do so.

The proof of this is in the discernment pudding.

 “If you love Me, you will keep My commandments.  And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees Him nor knows Him.  You know Him, for He dwells with you and will be in you." ~ John 14:15-17 ESV

Before one is born again, the ability to understand and apply the Word of God is also non-existent.  Without the indwelling and intervention of the Holy Spirit, an unsaved person can read the Bible from front to back and back to front multiple times, but still not see and understand the great message contained within it.  They may give their nod of approval to certain passages containing morality and virtue, and even apply them to their lives.  However,  the unbelieving sinner will close his Bible and still be in a mind-muddled state of confusion over the point Scripture is applying to us, or most likely be bored with or insulted by it and place it back on the shelf to gather dust, unwilling to re-open it and take another stab.

With this inability to be able to discern the Word of God, it becomes evident there was a false conversion when the one we thought was changed continues to embrace and hold dear what are clearly  abominations to God.  One of the litmus tests we should apply to all those confessors of Christ we are uncertain about should be whether or not they have the ability to discern God's Word and instructions.  That is not to say that they won't have questions or occasionally stubbornly insist they are right and we are wrong.  There will even be debates over doctrine as they grow in spiritual maturity.  But if the person is truly saved, the Holy Spirit will make clear to him the truths of God.  More importantly, he will demonstrate an understanding and a willingness to turn from his old way of thinking and acting and avail himself to studying Scripture.

As each second ticks on, the world we live in is becoming more and more wicked and depraved.  With the passage of new laws granting Americans more licentiousness and freedom to commit gross sins, like termites, the false conversions are coming out of the woodwork.

All we have to do is keep our eyes and ears open to know a pretender when we suspect one.  And because we should never be ashamed of pointing out their errors for the sake of Jesus Christ and His honor and glory, we are bound by the grace that He has bestowed upon us to uphold His Gospel with fierce determination.

A friend shared the following link and I would encourage all to read the short message, even those of you who think you were saved when you felt tears well up in your eyes as you listened to a sermon, a witness, or responded to an "altar call."   You may just find yourself asking the important and horrifying question, "What if I'm pretending, too?"

If the answer is "yes," it's time to stop pretending like we did as children in play because the evidence of your hypocrisy has become more glaring, and the eternal destination of your very soul depends upon it.

“Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of My Father who is in heaven.  On that day many will say to Me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in Your name, and cast out demons in Your name, and do many mighty works in Your name?’  And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from Me, you workers of lawlessness.’  ~ Matt 7:21-23
Click on the link and may the Holy Spirit genuinely convict, convert, and justify you, for the glory of God.  Nothing would give me greater pleasure and joy than to truly call you a sister or a brother and spend an eternity in praise and worship for the One Who saved us.
 





Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Remembering 9/11 My Way

I am going to risk being chastised or criticized for this, but it’s the same feeling I have every year when 9/11 rolls around.  To be more specific, I don’t want to remember that day the way others want me to remember.

I say this, not because I am callous, cold, or have no compassion.  I vividly remember what I was doing and the heart and gut wrenching horror that swept over me as I watched the attack on our nation that fateful day.  And I will never forget the images and the grief so many suffered, nor the fear of what may come next.  Never.

I say this because I see in this generation an unhealthy need to tightly hold onto tragedy that occurs in our lives.  We are told that the only way to recover from it is to be constantly reminded, to seek help from secular “experts” who they say are the only ones equipped to help us deal with it in order to move on.  The Sunday after the attack upon the Twin Towers saw multitudes of people filling the pews and crying out to God for answers.  Horror consumed them and fear drove them there.  But it wasn’t long before those churches were once again back to their half-empty status as the memory of the terrible images grew dimmer.

The truth that it is best to always remember how and why certain things occur should never be questioned.  It is required of us so that we know how best to prevent it from happening again.  President Bush demonstrated courage and strength during the days, months, and years that followed, taking necessary steps to insure us that our nation was secure.  However, there are always those who “never let a good crisis go to waste” and use it to further their own goals and agendas.  If it can be used to advance them, they will say and do whatever benefits them the most to get there, even if it means lying to gain it.  And the results that followed have further divided our nation, instead of drawing us closer in unity.  I believe that the years following 9/11 have created a weaker, more fearful, and dependent generation, one that will never be able to overcome the adversities that were thrust upon us by terrorists bent upon our destruction.  It is a generation unable to heal and move on because we aren't allowed to.

I am old enough to remember family members who served in World War II and the Korean War and the stories they brought home with them.  They saw atrocities and suffered injuries I am positive they never forgot:  Pearl Harbor, the South Pacific, Normandy, to name just a few.  But there was a profound resolve in their makeup.  There was strength of character we so seldom see in this generation.  These men came home and put behind them the battles and the wounded and the dead.  Certainly, they never forgot, but they went on to lead peaceful and productive lives without the stigma of constant reminders.  Noted battles, defeats, and victories have been memorialized that we rightfully honor each year, and I am sure they relived in their own mind the role in which they took part.  But they seemed better able to handle the nightmares of war, not allowing their thoughts to consume and paralyze them when the images were recalled.

The final victory that our veterans shared in, and the rejoicing of a nation as they came home, overshadowed all that occurred to obtain it.  They carried that banner with them proudly throughout their lives and a grateful nation has continued to honor them for their selfless bravery.   And as we remember 9/11, we also honor those who gave their own lives to save another as the Twin Towers crumbled and crashed to the ground, the plane flew into the Pentagon, and United Airlines Flight 93 plowed a trench into a Pennsylvania field.  But it’s how Americans remember that troubles me the most, and what we must endure to be prodded to remember and begs the question whether or not we have truly healed and moved on.

I don’t want to watch it all happen again.  Those images have been burned into my memory in living color and, sadly, will always remain there.  When I think of the families that watched as loved ones leaped from the towers, or were buried in the rubble and twisted metal, I wouldn’t want to be reminded.  But each year, the news media plays and replays the gruesome scenes over and over again and refreshes the horror and grief Americans experienced when they watched it the first time, encouraging them to recall where they were and what they were doing when it happened.  I know where I was and what I was doing.  But it seems that Americans have made a game out of telling their story in an attempt to out-best each other in the details.  I shared my story once, and once was enough.

Have we healed and moved on?

I don’t want to watch the building of a memorial to the tragedy, one that has taken eleven years of bickering and fighting over every detail of it by politicians, including the myriad number of non-profits whose altruism or realization of a good thing is what compels many of them.  They have each attempted to force their own opinions as to how it should be built; from what it should look like to who it should honor.  Eleven long years and a lot of pockets have been filled with incomplete results.  And all the while, we are being reminded.

Have we healed and moved on?

I cringe every time I see the steel girders that fell amongst the rubble in the shape of a cross and the fervor over the possible implications, what it may have represented, and the battle over whether or not to give it a permanent home in the museum because it may offend someone.  I shuddered when I saw the klieg lights being pointed into the night sky over the gaping hole in the ground before the new tower started to rise.  God was present during all that terror.  There is no questioning that truth.  But the irony is that man will look for a symbol or an idol to worship instead of looking to Him for solace and peace.  Remember: shortly after 9/11, the pews are once again half-empty.  Yet man will erect a monument and place a piece of broken, twisted metal for all eyes to worship, rather than return to that empty seat where he can truly learn about and find the God who allowed this to happen.

Have we healed and moved on?

I am embarrassed and ashamed that our President refuses to define the men who planned and committed the 9/11 attack upon our nation.   In each preceding war this nation has fought, we have always clearly known who our enemy was and where to find him, even if it meant hunting him down on his own soil.  Our foes felt the full wrath of our military might and the world knew that America was not to be messed with.  Not so in our current state of affairs.  We are told that tolerance and persuasion is the best method of dealing with our enemies…even at the cost of 3,000 lives.  We must first gain the approval of the United Nations before we can defend ourselves.  We can be angry, just not too angry. 

Have we healed and moved on?

The battle cry to bring to justice those who perpetrated this atrocity rang loud and clear across our nation.  A call to arms was given, the trumpet call to battle was heard, and revenge for the lost was sought.  But after eleven years, there has been no victory.  Politicians began repositioning themselves when it was discovered that Suddam Hussein had conveniently moved his weapons of mass destruction across the border.  Those who supported President Bush and voted to wage war quickly turned on him to protect themselves and their cushy jobs. Their hypocrisy was and is astounding.  Yet, our current President arrogantly claims victory in Iraq and promises to pull our troops from Afghanistan - all for political expediency and with the full support of the turncoats that first supported President Bush.  But I am forced to ask the bodies that continue to come home if they feel the same way.  Or the hundreds of thousands of Christians who have fled Iraq in the face of persecution and for fear of their lives.  I am reminded of Viet Nam and the withdrawal before victory was won from that seemingly endless war.  Millions of their citizens were slaughtered following our military’s departure, and the world quietly put it behind them.

Have we healed and moved on?

By now you have probably settled in your mind that I am that cold, callous, and uncompassionate person I denied being in the beginning of this post.  If you have decided that, there’s no need for me to continue defending myself.  But I would like to encourage everyone to consider the reliving and reviewing of images, voices, and stories that we must endure each September 11th.  Maybe I’m a little more determined than some.  Perhaps I have been given the ability to remember with a little more resolve and fortitude, like my uncles who served in prior battles.

I want to see America heal and move on.  I want parents to teach their children the value and importance of living in so great a nation; teaching them to be courageous and strong when adversity strikes and how to cope when tragedy comes.  We live in a nation of proud history.  Conflict never caused our forefathers to waver or tremble in fear and apprehension of what may come next.  They suffered the battles, chronicled their victories and defeats, buried their warriors with honor, and moved forward with great strength and dogged determination to make the United States of America the greatest nation on the face of this earth.  And in my eyes, she still is.

I will pause and remember the terror of 9/11.  But I won’t watch the hours and hours of images and recordings of the voices of the victims being endlessly replayed, or listen to the speeches given by politicians jostling for a photo opportunity.  I refuse to watch our hypocritical President tell his own story about where he was at the time of the attack and how it grieved him to see our nation suffer.  Nor will I get comfort from watching him place a wreathe at the memorial site.  I won’t retell my story to anyone or read the stories of others because I have healed and moved on.  And I want my beloved nation to also heal and move on.

I will remember 9/11 my way:  with quiet honor for the dead and prayer for God’s continued protection upon this great nation He established for us.  May He always bless America and those with courage, strength, and character who stand in defense of her.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

We Can Jump Together

As the weekend approaches, I am certain that at some point we will all be at Dierke’s Lake cooling off.  Thinking about going fills me with joy, simply because of the time it means our family gets to spend together.

Last weekend we went as well.  One of the things my kids (and my husband for that matter) love to do is jump the cliffs.  They climb the stoney paths to the top, contemplate their strategy, and then go for it!  They all seem to do it with such grace and ease.  Fear, of any kind, does not seem to be an issue.  Is it because of their youth?  Or is it simply just not that big of a deal?  After all, what’s the worst that could happen?  A belly-flop?  Nothing a few minutes on the dock wouldn’t cure.

While watching them jump over and over again, I found it to look like so much fun.  It truly isn’t that far of a fall, and when they hit the water and rise back up, they seem so exhilarated.  That’s it!  I want to do it!

Brent and I were sitting on the dock watching them when I turned to him and said, “I want to jump!”  Now to most people, this may not seem like any big deal, but to me, it was HUGE!  You see, I don’t even like step stools.  And a full size ladder?  Forget it!  I’m deathly terrified of heights!  So for me to actually want to jump was almost unbelievable.  Brent was excited for me though and jumped up, taking my hand, and off we went to walk the trail.

From the bottom it didn’t really seem that high, but from the top……. well, I might as well have been atop the Eiffel Tower!  My heart began to pound, my breathing became shallow, and I felt lightheaded.  Shoot, if I didn’t jump I was probably going to pass out and fall anyway!  Brent gently talked to me and took my hand again.  “I’ll hold your hand and we can jump together” he lovingly said.  Love doesn’t get much sweeter than that!  My kids were just as sweet.  They stood beside us, gently prodding me to jump, but understanding my fear.  For what seemed like an hour my toes gripped the rock I was standing on and my family patiently waited. 

But I didn’t jump.  I finally had to apologize, take the walk of shame back down the path and go back to the dock. 

I felt so sad and discouraged.  I really wanted to do this!  How could I be so afraid?  I’ve given birth….. twice…… and I can’t jump off a stupid rock?  Geesh! 

Then this morning, as I was spending my usual time praying and reading my Bible, it struck me….Steven Curtis Chapman’s song, “Diving In”…………“I’m diving in, I’m going deep, in over my head I wanna be. Caught in the rush, lost in the flow, in over my head I wanna go.  The river’s deep, the river’s wide, the river’s water is alive.  So sink or swim, I’m diving in!” 

And suddenly I began to compare my fear of jumping off that cliff into the water below, to the same fear I had before becoming a believer.  Not yet saved, I could still sin, right?  It was okay because I hadn’t committed my life to Christ yet, therefore I didn’t have to answer for my selfish fulfillment of all my desires.  I could just live life the way I wanted to and never have to fear condemnation for it.  Well, at least that’s what my unsaved heart was telling me.  But once I jumped off Satan’s cliff and into the arms of Jesus, life was going to suck!  I was going to have to stop drinking and partying and living the “good life”.  It was going to be all about prayer and reading the Bible and having to answer for everything I did wrong.  It sounded awful, and boring, and scary.  Almost  as scary as that dang ladder.  I shut out God’s call for me over and over  again, in fear.  I had no idea what giving my life to Christ was going to mean for me, just like I had no idea what jumping off that cliff was going to feel like, and I wasn’t going to do it! 

And then one day, as I lay on the family room floor, curled up in a ball, crying uncontrollably at the mess my life was in, Jesus gently came to me with an outstretched arm and said,  “Ill hold your hand and we can jump together.” 

My life has never been the same since.  Praise be to God, never again have I ever been as fearful as before I took His hand….. and jumped!

 We’ll be back at Dierke’s tomorrow…………..and this time, I’m diving in!!!





(This was written by my dear friend and sister in Christ, Leslie Blaser.  I would like to see more from her, wouldn't you?)