John 7:2-53, John 8:1-11
John 7:32 – I can see my self acting like these Pharisees. Thinking I was the one to lead the people, protect them for being mislead about God I would do just what they did. I’d put up with Jesus for a time, but when he started leading the people ‘astray’ – them thinking he was the Christ – then enough would be enough. It would be time to act to protect the people. Of course, just as it was for them, it would be my pride acting to protect my authority and position as much as anything. My pride in thinking I know how the Christ will be that would keep me from making a real attempt to understand Jesus. I can see how easy it would be to be deceived. And it is today. We brush off folks that don’t think or act like we do, even pouncing on them if the become ‘dangerous’. Is there a need to protect from heretics? I suppose, but all too often they aren’t heretics we just don’t understand them and haven’t taken the time to try to.
John 8:1-11 – I love this story, even if it’s not a part of ‘the most reliable manuscripts’. Lots of folks have wondered what Jesus was writing. I have a theory about that that was told to me several years ago. Well, not about what he was writing, but why he was writing. Examine the circumstances here. It was shortly after dawn (v. 2) when the teachers brought this woman in and she was ‘caught in the act’ (v. 4). Isn’t it likely that she was caught the night before, perhaps even hours before? If so, isn’t it likely that she was, lets say, sparsely clothed? If so, I would say that Jesus stooped to write on the ground for two simple reasons.
One, out of respect for this woman’s privacy. The teachers had none, they were more concerned about trapping Jesus than justice (Where was the man?) or respect for her. I think that Jesus would have felt for her being dragged out in public with little on, made a spectical of and used as a pawn in someone else’s ego trip.
Two, Jesus would want to avoid the temptation to lust and looking at a scantily clad woman would not be prudent. Nor would it set an example for those gathered around to learn from him.
Speculation? You bet, but it sounds plausible to me. 🙂
A Chance to Apologize
Friends of our gave us a new bed and desk for our oldest daughter. It was a set of that frilly white furniture with gold trim, complete with canopy bed (but missing the canopy.) Jessica’s thrilled. After getting it all set up, I loaded her old bed into the Odyssey to take it to the Volunteers of AmericaThrift Store near us. It was about 8:00 PM as I drove into the lot and backed up to the door. The lot was kinda empty so I checked the printing on the door to be sure they were still open. Yep, M-F until 9:00. I flipped up the tailgate to unload and an employee stepped out to gather up the carts in the lot. He informed me that, sorry, he was locking up.
“But it says that you’re open until 9:00.”
“They’re closing early at 8:00 for a couple of weeks.” (I later noticed a paper sign taped to the door).
“So, I can’t even just drop this off?” I made sure my tone indicated how silly that would be. After all, the donations just get set just inside the door that was less than 10 feet from where I was standing. It would only take a second, surely he would oblige.
“Actually, we’re not supposed to take donations past 30 minutes before closing.”
“Really?” My tone had gone from irritated past annoyed strait to angry condescension.
“Sorry.”
“Hmph!” I made a big show of stomping to my van and put all 210 horse power to use across the parking lot. I’m sure that impressed him.
So the next day I made another go at it. It was 7:30-ish as I headed back to VOA. It was then I realized that I may have to face this guy again. Thinking back I felt pretty foolish about the way I had acted and even worse about how I had treated him. This guy was not the sharpest guy in the world. I mean no insult there, it’s just an observation, more a commentary on how folks probably view him. He works at the VOA thrift store and he had a stutter or some other speech impediment. He had long stringy hair and walked slouched over. He probably gets overlooked and treated like dirt all the time. So along comes some middle class white guy dumping his unwanted belongings off and gives him flak. Yikes.
So I pull up, just like before and jump out to unload. And just like before, he shuffles out the door to get the carts. Darn, I was hoping to avoid him. That’s when the voice in my head says “You should apologize.” The thought makes me uncomfortable, I just want to drop off my stuff and go. We exchange hello’s and I unload my stuff. I’m getting done and he’s coming back to the building, meaning I have another chance. I kow I should but it would mean admiting I was wrong. He might think I’m weird. He might yell at me. It’s just awkward. While I’m doing my mental gymnastics trying to avoid doing the good I ought to do, he makes it inside and I’m off the hook.
I walk to the car, disappointed in myself. Why was that so hard to do? I missed an opportunity to right a wrong, to deal with a hurt I had caused. I’m pathetic.
I buckle up and as I begin to drive away, I notice he’s coming back out. I stop and back up, rolling my window down. He walks over to the van.
“I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you last night.”
“That’s OK, I get that kind of thing all the time.”
“Well, that doesn’t make it right and I’m sorry.”
“Well, uh, that’s OK … Thanks for your apology.”
“You’re welcome, have good night.”
“You too.”
I left the lot with less authority this time but feeling much more like Jesus. I hope my actions gave him as big a smile and brought him as much peace as it did me.
Trackback Spam
Holy smokes, I’ve been hit!
My comment spam ‘secret code’ filter is working like a charm – no spam in weeks, but now they’ve decided to spam through trackback. The other day I had two new trackback pings on older entries, both spam. This morning I had 135, all spam. Yikes. So, later today I’ll be deleting away, but it will take a while. Just be aware – I do not endorse any online gambling sites (or whatever else may be there.) 🙂
In some ways these are less intrusive – they aren’t little adds for questionable things lurking in the comments of my posts. But they are certainly painful (you have to delete them one at a time) and I’m not sure what can be done about them. I’ve seen lots of strategies for dealing with comment spam, but none that I remember for trackbacks. Any ideas?
UPDATE: They’re still rolling in – 45 more while I was typing this. Argh. Anyone know how to globally turn off trackback in MT 2.661?
Jesus’ Teachings
Matthew 16:13-28; Matthew 17; Matthew 18:1-35; Mark 8:27-38; Mark 9:1-50; Luke 9:18-50; Luke 17:1-10
Matthew 16:24-27 / Mark 8:34-38 / Luke 9:23-26 – I have often heard this passage used to teach that we, as disciples, ought to do something. Pick up your cross meant to evangelize or to submit or sacrifice or something. Jesus said we had to, after all. It has often troubled me because Jesus doesn’t elaborate on what the cross is that we are to take up. I’ve spent some time in mental gymnastics trying to determine what it was, this cross of mine. To Jesus the cross was many things:
- His ultimate purpose or mission, to go to the cross.
- A burden to bear.
- A submission to the Father’s will
I’ve begun to realize, however, that it is not any one thing. We cannot point to this passage and say, “See, Jesus want’s you too __________. (evangelize, sacrifice, submit to a leader, etc.)” It is that last item, submission to God’s will over my own desires, that is the theme of this passage. If we are to be free, to be saved, to be like Jesus and follow Him, we must do as He did, and submit to the Father. Though, as for Jesus in the garden, all of our will longs for something else, we must be determined to do Gods will. That will be a little different for each of us, but we will all discover it within the Bible. It is there we see God revealed, if we are willing to open our eyes and push aside our preconceived notions of what God is. to often we feel as though we have God all figured out, we know what’s expected and what he wants. So we approach the Bible and learning about Him far too casually, knowing what we will find. It is then that we can miss God, yet find what we expect. That is not self denial or submission to God but rather conforming God to our notions of Him. It is all too easy to do and it happens all around us, every day. I have seen it in others for years, and in myself as I looked back to my pre-salvation days. But in recent years I have realized that I too have put on my blinders. As a result, I haven’t seen God, only my ready made image of Him. God is so big, so amazing, so vast, there is no way we will ever have any chance of having Him figured out. I scares me how easily I can stop seeking to see God and become satisfied with the part of Him I’ve already seen. Scary how easily I get pridefull and lazy, thinking there’s nothing more for me to learn, I’ve got it nailed. But I don’t and never will. I pray that God will lead me, ever reminding me of His vastness and my small, finite nature and that in that I may always be searching for Him. In the searching, I will find Him, over and over again.
Mark 9:14-29 – I’ve always loved the comic image that this story creates. A man brings his son to Jesus’ disciples because an evil spirit that throws him into seizures. While he’s talking to Jesus, the boy is throw to the ground, rolling around and foaming at the mouth. When this happens (and those around are gasping and anxious), Jesus turns to the man and asks (calmly, in my mind) :How long has he been like this?” Then Jesus and the man have a discussion about the boy’s condition and the man’s faith, presumably while the boy continues to flail around in the dirt. It’s only when Jesus notices the gathering crowd that He heals the boy. Monty Python couldn’t have written it better.
Luke 9:48 – Lord, help this be my attitude. Help me not to need recognition, but to accept that I am only doing my duty, that which is expected of a disciple of Christ. Nothing noteworthy.
Matthew 18:10 – I love this verse. Oh, how God cares for our little ones that their angels always see His face. He watches over them personally, He does not delegate that job.
Matthew 18:21-35 / Luke 17:3-4 – Forgiveness and grace is to be our standard, not justice and punishment.
Training or Reacting?
In some ways I’ve begun to loathe Sunday mornings. The main reason is that it’s become quite stressful to get the family out the door for church. I’m ashamed to admit (especially considering my position as Deacon of Children’s Ministry at my church) that our Sunday church preparations have become far from Godly. Of course, it’s not just Sunday, it’s just that Sunday is the one day when we all have to get ready and out the door at basically the same time. The stress is concentrated and therefore our shortcomings amplified.
Two things brought me to this realization this morning. The first was hearing my persistent shouting at my girls to get with it and get ready. Get dressed, get your shoes on, go downstairs, get your hair brushed, eat, eat, eat! Something happened this morning that allowed me to sort of stand beside myself and watch and listen. Is this the picture I want in their mind as they remember me years from now? The angry, yelling father? Is this the example that I want to set for them? Look, kids, here’s how you treat the people you love. If they don’t do things right, or how you want, yell at them, berate them until they submit. The thought of it makes me sick. I have been trying, I thought, over the past months to re-focus my energies on teaching them respect rather than just obedience. Isn’t this what God wants of us? I mean if you have the broader idea of respect on straight, obedience will come naturally out of it. Yet there I was, belittling and berating them, no respect in my voice, only frustration and anger. I could see the hurt in their faces, and it hit me like a dagger in the heart.
My wife too, was frustrated with this morning. Her frustration was with their lack of respect for us, as seen in their lack of obedience. It wasn’t just this morning, it’s been an ongoing problem, they just don’t seem to care about what we say. A total lack of respect for authority which will hurt them in other areas of life if not checked. Although my reaction to it was pathetic, she was right. Their utter disregard for our instructions was alarming and discouraging. And then she said something that lit a light bulb in my head. She said, “We are not training them, we are reacting to them.”
I thought about that all day long. She was absolutely right, but I didn’t know what to do with it, and I still don’t. Yet I’m convinced that this is where the solution will be found. As I think about it, I see a basic difference. Training is outward focused, concerned with them, their growth and well being. Reaction it born out of selfishness. They are getting in the way of my plans, inconveniencing me, making me look bad. If I am focused on me, I will react. If I am focused on them, I will train.
Like I said, I don’t know what exactly, practically, to do with this, but the realization alone is a start. Maria and I have committed tonight to pray for wisdom and insight into making this change in our hearts and mindset. We also plan on getting advice from an older couple in the church who, like us, have 3 daughters. Their girls are wonderful grown women, all out of college, which gives me great confidence that they will be able to help us.
Any insight anyone else has would be welcome too.
I Need Your Love
J. Brian Craig is my favorite Christian song writer. He’s written several congregational songs for our church’s songbook, and those are among my favorites to sing. This song has resonated with me today:
I Need Your Love
J. Brian Craig, 1999
© Discipleship Publications International
O I need your love
In this shadowed place
I can’t get enough
Of your sunlight on my face.
When it’s cold and dark
Or I’m far from home
You are in my heart
And I never walk alone.
And just like a tree
Planted by a stream,
Thirsty for a drink
Of your love,
I can’t face a day
Without some time to pray
I sing this song to say
I need your love.
I’m a tiny child
But when I’m with you
I will not grow tired
‘Cause there’s nothing you can’t do.
Your love makes me strong
Though I’m small and weak,
And the whole day long
You’ll speak through me when I speak.
And just like a tree
Planted by a stream,
Thirsty for a drink
Of your love,
I can’t face a day
Without some time to pray
I sing this song to say
I need your love.
You gave all for me
Though I cursed your name
On that bitter tree,
Lord, You suffered for my shame.
How can I thank you?
Your love paid my way.
All that I can do
Is live for You every day.
And just like a tree
Planted by a stream,
Thirsty for a drink
Of your love,
I can’t face a day
Without some time to pray
I sing this song to say
I need your love.
Update: I revised the lyrics to match those on his old (no longer available) website. His current lyrics are now here..
Update 2 (July 27, 2012): Removed the dead links to the LA ICC and added a link to his new website. No MP3 that I could find anymore.
Road Trip
Emily, my middle daughter, and I are off on a road trip this evening to my Mom and Dad’s in Toledo. Each year around this time my Dad adn I take our traditional trip to Detroit for the North American International Auto Show. It’s a tradition that goeas back to when Maria and I lived in Detroit from 1993-1996. We’ve been to the show every year since, except for 199 when my youngest was born. (It didn’t seem appropriate to go off for the weekend with Maria due to give birth any day, nor in the days immediately following.) It’s an amazing automotive spectacle. It takes about 5 or 6 hours to get throught it, and that’s just skimming the surface. We skip the interactive kiosks and jumping in and out of all but a few cars. Hit the show cars, grab a brouchure for my collection and move on.
Emily will get to spend the day by herself with Grandma. She’ll be in seventh heaven, not having to share Grandma with anyone else. That doesn’t happen often. My sister is here in Columbus too, so if we head to Toledo or Mom and Dad come down her family, and 4 kids, are there too. That’s generally a good thing, they all 7 play well together, but it makes one on one time with Grandma or Grandpa a rarity.
We’ll be back sometime Saturday evening, or Sunday after church if the expected snow is too bad.
Interesting …
After getting the text selection issue worked out for the (assumed) majority of my readers who use Internet Explorer, I checked my webstats and found that more of you actually use Mozilla (Firefox) than IE.
While I still use IE (mostly ’cause I ended up un-installing FF and haven’t gotten around to re-installing it yet), I love it that my readers are shunning the Microsoft browser dominance.
I must have a smart set of readers, huh?
🙂
Thanks Monica Stewart
I stayed work late tonight working on a personal project for a friend. I left work around 9:00. I got home and went to put my Sony Clie on the table, but it wasn’t hanging from it’s belt clip, only the broken pivot. A wave of panic came over me as I retraced my steps back to the office. I went out to the car, but it wasn’t there. The only other place it could be was in my office parking lot (20 miles North East) or in the office – or at the corner where I had jumped out to clean off the back window. Yikes. I’ve got about $200 in that thing between the Clie and the case, not to mention my debit card and driver’s license …
So after I downed some spaghetti, I headed back north. While on my way a nice woman named Monica Stewart (or Stuart?) saw it lying in the street where I had gotten out. She stopped and picked it up, somehow finding the number of a friend inside. He called my wife who called her back. Even though it was after 10:00 by now, she waited for me to arrive. I had no idea until I rounded the corner, scanning the ground for it and wondering what that blue van was doing there. Monica popped out of the van, waving her arms. “Are you Doug?” she asked with a big grin as she crossed the street. She handed me the Clie and headed quickly back to her van (It’s below 5 degrees in Columbus now.) I managed to thank her several times and determine that she had just picked her kids up from down the street when she saw it laying there. I figure she waited there for me for about a half an hour, with her kids in single digit temps.
Unfortunately someone else didn’t see it and it had been run over and the screen cracked to bits. But, I don’t have to worry about canceling my debit card and getting a new license. Thanks Monica.
Text Selection Fixed!
And there was much rejoicing. OK, I did much rejoicing. This was a particularly annoying bug with IE 6 where you wouldn’t be able to select text on my site for using cut and paste. Thanks to Mike Boyink who I ran into at HYCW (Mean Dean helps me again, though indirectly.) He lead me to this site (through a Google search) with a little bit of java script to add to the end of my templates which fixed the bug.
It has to do with using absolute positioning in my CSS. One of the sites I found tried to explain it, but it mostly went over my head. All I care is it’s fixed with a simple cut and paste. Let me know if you’re still having troubles or if you find something else that I broke in the process.
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