Thursday, November 10, 2016


This is not the normal sort of post that I would write.
While a am very opinionated as far as politics goes, it is a subject that I tend to stay away from because it tends to be divisive.

Also, I experienced something ten years ago that made me realize that politics can be to personal.
I tend to put politics in the arena of logic, the cerebral and debate, but I have realized that many people make politics  a matter of the heart.

Let us take for instance the amount of crying that has gone on since the victory of Donald Trump over his rival Hillary Clinton
It's true that we are all disappointed when our candidate loses, but while it is a matter of sadness for a day or so, there really is a time to put on your grown up pants and get on with life. 

Here is what I would like all of you sad people to do.  I would like you to sit down for an hour or two with a copy of the constitution of the United States of America.  It's not a terribly long document, but it has genius in it  that might relieve your suffering.

Here is the preamble:
(Just a note, this Christian conservative has memorized it)

We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty for ourselves and our posterity, to ordain and establish this constitution of the United States of America.

Please read the rest of this valuable and genius document.

This is something almost unheard of for most of history.  (You should read world history too).

The whole of Europe followed suit with this kind of government, most African nations, almost the whole of South America, some of Asia, Australia, and Canada.


So stop your whining, get educated, and thank God that the people who created the incredible document that allows for this.

No worries about us having a female president either.  It will happen, it just has to be the right woman.
I'm thinking me.


Monday, October 24, 2016

I don't even want to think how this could have turned out.
I'm no Thelma, nor am I a Louise.

But I am guilty of this, there is a road that I spend a large part of my driving life on.  I drive on it at least a 4,562 times a week.  

Driving might not be the right word.  Zipping by, zooming, okay, okay, SPEEDING...I speed by because it's one of those roads where the speed limit is 100% out of touch with reality.

Do I need to say more than that, because you all know THAT road.

This road gets more humorous because half way between  my town and our neighboring town lies a sheriff station.

AND, everyone speeds by that station. 

I have never seen anyone pulled over on this road, though I have seen a few sheriff cars cruising.

But, the other day there was a sheriff car ONE CAR BEHIND ME.....and I was speeding.

I though to myself, he's already seen that I am speeding, what should I do?  Should I slow down? He might pull me over if I pull down.  Should I speed up and hope I loose him?  But that would be so wrong!

What would you do?  You would do what I did.

Yes, it's true, I sped up.  This road has a lot of turns and hills and I know if I could just distance myself...well, it might be out of sight, out of mind.

And guess what? 

I lost him.

I had commited an illegal act and I ran from the cops.

It's true.

I turned onto a new highway, and knew I was home free.

But what should I see?  The Newark police.

I was sure the sheriff had radioed to him, I was sure I'd be pulled over.

But, I escaped AGAIN!  Not by speeding this time, but I coolly kept the speed limit and drove on by the police.

By this time I had a pretty guilty conscience.
I had done wrong, I had run away intentionally, and faked innocence in front of the one who could judge me.

This is my spiritual story really.  I knew there was a God who wanted me to do right. 
I could not do right...I did not do right.

When I found out that God's gift was forgiveness, I was too proud to admit I didn't already know God.

So I lied, and said told a camp counselor that I knew Christ, but if someone didn't, how would they accept him?

She was very gracious and told me that I only need to ask and God would forgive me through Christ.
That night I accepted the Lord...

A prideful, lying, brand new baby Christian was born.

He has been faithful to grow me.

Monday, August 29, 2016

There are those times when you can't figure out why certain things are happening.
The times when you are supposed to be asking, "What are you trying to teach me here God?"

The answer is certainly difficult to find...or hear sometimes.

Thankfully, I'm not alone.
A guy named King David had that same problem, and his problems were WAY worse than least so far.

The Bible says that David was a man after God's own heart.
Sometimes I think, "Yea, right on David! You are a man after God's own heart!"
Sometimes I think, "What's wrong with you David?  Clearly you haven't a clue how to live a decent fellows life."

Often, I want to get judgemental about him.
Often I put on my E.R.A. hat and have a hissy fit when I read about him.
(No, I don't really own an E.R.A. hat).

Then I look at my own life which I like to think of as super great and godly...and sometimes, it is.
Sometimes I think,"Yea, way to go ME."
Then sometimes I think, "What's wrong with me?  Clearly I have no clue how to live a decent life."

Then I become very thankful for that ancient king.  He is just like me, plus, he never had the advantage of Christian self help books and 2000 years plus of scholarly research to help us all live a life pleasing to God.

Thanks for telling us a very human man could capture your heart.

That means that maybe I could capture your heart too God.

I love you God.
Thanks for sending Jesus.


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

So What?

I Corinthians 5
This morning I was reading 1 Corinthians.
Those people were pretty "out there".
I'm not sure what they were thinking in chapter 5.
Paul wrote to them in part to deal with a really bad situation.
A man was sleeping with he father's wife and the church at Corinth was apparently okay with the whole situation.
Now, we aren't told if this woman was his mom or step-mom, but either way this is a case of something gone terribly wrong.
The majority of people even in our culture would say that a person should not sleep with your mom or step mom.
Now, remember, these were people in the church, so they were held to the standard that God says is good....and Paul was kind of taken back by the behavior not only of the guy and his mom, but also that the people in the church there didn't say anything to these two about this love interest being problematic.
Well, so what?
What does that have to do with anything?
Well, the truth is, that if you are not a follower of Jesus Christ you really don't have any reason to care about this at all.  You are not obligated to follow God's moral code and there is no reason that this scenario should bother you.
But it might anyway....
This brings me to my next and more relevant question.
How should we decide what "sleeping arrangements" are okay and which ones are not?
This is a big topic today.
If you don't subscribe to God's way of doing things, then frankly any arrangement is alright.
You may marry your mom if you like.  You can marry John and William as long as everyone is okay with the arrangement.  I have even heard of a woman who married the Eiffel Tower which is pretty weird, but if you're not a follower of Christ...well, you know....
But if you name the name of Christ then you should feel a tension to line your life up with that which he says is good and right.
(God will work through you to do this by the really can't do it by self will).
You will never be able to do it perfectly, we come to Jesus as we are and he sheds his grace on every part of our lives.
But, when we are involved in something that God says is not good (there's a short list in 1 Corinthians 5)
AND you're a follower of Christ...well, somebody who loves you ought to say something to you about it.
And that's all I have to say about that.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014


It's been a long time since I have written in Purchased.
This morning I was reading John 21.  It's where Jesus appears to the disciples after he has been resurrected.
He stands on the shore of the lake of Galilee and asks Peter, Thomas, Nathaniel,  and four other disciples how the fishing went during the night...because it had been a bummer of a fishing night again.  There weren't going to be any great fishing stories because they hadn't caught a single fish.
The first time Jesus asked about the fishing was the day he called Peter to follow him.
Jesus was coming full circle.  Visiting some of the guys again after another unproductive night of fishing.
Both times Jesus pulls in the mother load of fish for them, and both times the massive amount of fish are left and we don't know what happens to them.
I imagine in a culture without a stock market and retirement plans that someone claimed the fish...but it wasn't the guys who pulled them in.
This could be a lesson in itself, but that's not where we are headed today.
After a great reunion the guys sit around a fire with Jesus and roast a couple of fish for breakfast.
And Jesus starts to question Peter.
You know the story right?  Jesus asks Peter three times:
Do you love me Peter?
Do you love me Peter?
Do you love me Peter?
Peter gets kind of angry, but in the final  response he gives Jesus the answer for which he has been "fishing".
The first two times Peter answers, he uses a word that in the Greek is phileo (I am your great friend) but Jesus isn't looking for a great friend.
The last time Peter answers Jesus, he uses the Greek word agape (I am wholly committed to loving you no matter what happens).  When Jesus hears this, he is satisfied and gives Peter his life assignment.
This is what Jesus wants from us.  Full commitment, full trust, and that we love him more than anyone, anywhere, at any time.
This won't come as any surprise to most of us.
The surprise may come when we find out that Jesus loves us this way.  He loves you more than a mom and dad love there kids, more than the love you felt when you fell in love with your spouse.  Yep, Jesus is massively in love with you.
He loves you enough to give you everything you need.
He loves you enough to give you a purpose.
He loves you enough to care about every tear that falls from your eye.
He loves you enough to cover your sin with a costly sacrifice so that where he is, you can also be some day.
Yep, it's all true (I've been reading up on it for a while now).
So go ahead and ask him to show you if he's for real.
If you are looking for him honestly, he will show himself.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


I spent time with a new friend of mine today.

Anxiety had gotten the better of me today and I burst into tears in her kitchen.

She hugged me and began to pray for me.

She prayed for me and asked God to send the ravens.

The ravens are birds that came to Elijah in the middle of nowhere-ville and brought him meat and bread twice a day while he was hiding from a king and his wife that wanted him dead. 

That's kind of an unusual way to provide for someone.

But I don't mind unusual things, especially when they are yummy.

Then tonight on the radio I heard a woman talking about the ravens...AGAIN.

An obscure passage reference twice in the same day?  Really, nobody references these ravens.

Okay, God, I'm listening.

Perhaps the ravens are on their way already.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Do Not Be Afraid

I'm not afraid of a lot of things.

New situations don't scare me, change doesn't scare me, physical danger doesn't scare me.  I don't mind my kids climbing trees or learning how to shoot guns.  If my son wants to play football...that's fine.  If my daughters want to bungee jump...that's okay too.

In fact when I was 19 years old my dad and I tried very hard to get into East Berlin when there were riots going on.  He is probably my genetic link to danger and excitement.

I still regret that we were told we couldn't cross the border.

I've never seen a riot in person.

I like to think I am bulletproof.

But I'm not.

The things that scare me are far more insidious.

The creep of moral decay in our culture and what effect it will have on my children and grandchildren....THAT scares me.

A culture that is slowly turning against Christians...

The Biblical prophesy of Christians suffering...

Bitterness, regret and cynicism sneaking into my life...

I worry about those things.

But do you know what God told me this morning?

He told me that all these things that I'm scared of could happen in my lifetime.
Christians could be persecuted in the United States
(They are being persecuted right now all over the world...if you don't believe me
it's an eye opener.

But in the same chapter that talks about persecution God says this:
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside of your Father's care.  And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  So don't be afraid; you are worth much more than sparrows."

God does not say that nothing bad will happen.

He says that when the bad things happen he will be right by your side caring for you.

Even in death or torture or hunger or complete terror...he is not gone.

He sees everything you are going through in this sad, sad world.
He does not look away or flinch.
He is well aware of what is going on down here and we weeps for us and is angry that everything has gone this far awry.
And one day he will come back and wipe all the tears from our eyes.
He will get rid of every evil thing...every evil thought...every evil action.

He will bring justice.

When it all ends (and it ends for everyone), he will be the face we see as we pass from this life to the next.

And then we will feel foolish for thinking he had forgotten us.

He'll tell us the numbers of hair on our heads if we would like to know that crazy thing.

He will have the answer because he know us so intimately.

He will have the answer as to why things went as they did in our lives.

And we won't be scared ever again.