Peering through dust

So, I've had a vague notion rambling about in my head for several days now. I can't say that I've thought about it directly, because....well, it's a vague notion. As I think about it, I'm not even sure what sparked my reflection, it seems to have come out of the blue. But maybe I'm just saying that because it is officially a new year, and I'm trying desperately to avoid the cliched New Years reflection post. Anywho, as you can tell....I've been thinking, about stuff.
  Mostly about why it is I'm trying to do what I'm trying to do. College, Ministry....seminary, and so on. I've started coming to a conclusion today and honestly I have a hard time picturing myself responding to my salvation differently. Although catholic school, half-hearted youth group participation, and several friends most definitely contributed to a foundation of understanding, I can't honestly point north, west, east or south and say with confidence "My belief came from there". I even believe differently now than I did then (I hope my belief is more informed). I just remember sitting on my bed, and bam.....out of nowhere I became a Christian. I didn't even know what that meant at the time, I just suspected it's truth.
    The greatest things in my life; my faith, my marriage, my current job, and my daughter have all been unbidden intrusions into what I thought I wanted. I endeavor to make a career out of ministry because I can't reconcile how I was saved with doing anything else.  I have received everything in such a way that it all calls me out to work towards it after it's been given to me.
     But more than that, I am who I am. Not in the sense that I wont ever change, or can't step away from vocational ministry for practical reasons, but I shudder when I imagine having to do that...not out of fear, but what could be grief.

A Random Sleepless Notion

Yup, it's one of those nights...hot, and sleepless. So as I sit here peering over the vast sea of code that is the internet I figured I'd at least be constructive. We've been preaching through the book of Ecclesiastes (my favorite book of the Bible) at Cascade, and it's harrowing application has got me thinking. We tend to equate worldly success with God's favor, what I mean is that we find ultimate blessing when good things happen to us. Do we find those blessings in the hard times? I want to say that I do, but I'd probably be lying. I don't want people to think that I'm somehow against seeing the handiwork of God in our lives, but I do want to point out that the same hand that gives also, sometimes, takes away. I think the challenge is to rejoice in Him, during both plenty and want, and understanding that whether he provides or removes it is to kill our sin, and deliver us to Glory. With that in mind, if it's a season of plenty....be generous;  if it's a season of "want" take heart that God is good, and be generous as well.

Saved From What?

So, I've been thinking about the practical application of God's saving grace lately. The sanctifying part of it at least, and in talking to some friends and hearing about their lives I've come to some conclusions. As Christians we tend to be hostile to our surroundings. We look at the world around us and see all the evil and problems as partially responsible for our actions. The cause, and causality of sin and society does have a strong relationship, but not in the way that we think. Think about this for a bit, we often view our sinful heart as a reaction to society and circumstances. But, I think that the shoes is on the other foot. Our circumstances, and those of society at large are a collective result of our sinful hearts. As we fall into this line of thinking it incapacitates our ability to honestly repent, and allows us to avoid the light of the Gospel illuminating our sin. Repentance is a mute point when somebody else is really responsible.
I don't think God's salvation necessarily saves us from our circumstances. But that God's salvation allows circumstances to effect us so He can save us from our deceitful hearts.

Beholding Infinity

Here's something to chew on. God is the only being who exists in a state of rest; while the rest of us crash like waves onto the rocky face of his nature. Such as this is we, as human beings, are subject to the tyranny of the now. We think of our current position is a sort of ultimate, even though our position will be changed as soon as thirty seconds from now. Such as it is, "then" will be "now" and "now" will be dead. If what seems to be ultimate is actually shifting, can it be considered ultimate?

In the midst of what seems to be the freewheeling whirl of time and space God (being the entity at rest) holds "now" in his hands. Not only now, but also what could have been now five minutes ago had I chosen an americano instead of a latte. Interestingly enough, he has ordained things so that our "now" is part of his ultimate plan. What I mean is that, through our choices and decisions we live in the revelation of God's will. Like a constant unveiling. So, when we choose something, for good or for bad, we eliminate all possibilities for contingent reality. Or rather, God eliminates them through us. So that where we are will always be where he wanted us; though we may try to rebel against it, we will always end up there and we are forced to reckon with the hard fact that it never would have, nor ever could be different.

Because only an entity at rest, can dominate one in motion.

PestilANTS!!!!

So I have a theory concerning the ants residing around the area of my apartment complex. I think they're actually trained in the arts of guerrilla warfare. They have clandestine, covert, and otherwise secret societies under my apartment where normal black ants are recruited and trained as Ninja warriors. A secret society of looters that supply what could be considered the Ho Chi Minh Trail of cookie crumbs. They have skillfully evaded my every attempt to destroy their kind. They eat poison and survive, and scout out Ant traps. Yes, they scout them out. I'm not crazy, I've watched an ant crawl to the entrance of a trap that would have wiped out their secret Ninja organization, a few quick passes with their highly sensitive feelers and he alerted the rest of his fellow ninja pirate Ants with his mind. HE ALERTED THEM TELEPATHICALLY. I'm not joking....the feelers went in the air and I could almost hear the caution go out "Exercise prudence concerning recent food presence, it is a trap. I repeat, THE FOOD IS POISON!!!"

I smell a plot! I think they're planning to execute an attack that will increase their bounty from mere crumbs to the whole cookie jars. Our pies and pastries are no longer safe! With such intricate training, what is man to do? I fear for the safety of my family, and that of my neighbors. What about Caelen, the two year old next door? Just this morning I intercepted plans for an all out assault! An attack, during which, the poor toddler will be abducted and brainwashed to think like them! From that point hence he will be spotted breaking into homes with a mass of ants trailing along behind him. With such enormous stores of food and the ability to enter homes with impunity I fear that a race of atomic super ants (such as the one pictured above) will be soon within their grasp. The armies of the world will have to join together to fight them off like an H.G Wells novel. What bleak times lie in our future. Only God can save us now!

Here's to you Mr. Robertson..Jesus loves you more than you must know.

I'm writing this because, disturbed as I was by Robertson's comments regarding the recent tragedy in Haiti, I am even more disturbed by the hostile response of many evangelical Christians. At some point we have have to recognize that Robertson's statement has absolutely no grounding in the Bible, and that he doesn't even reflect the majority of Christian opinion in America.

If our witness as a church is set so far back because of one man's poor tact in the face of tragedy, well then, I'm afraid our witness has been too weak to begin with. If somehow, in the ears of those who don't believe in Jesus, Robertson's statement seems to speak for all of us. Then it's only because we haven't spoken for ourselves enough. You see, our silence has made his voice louder.

Ironically, while we sit around and gnash our teeth over his statement over our specialty coffee drinks; Robertson's charity organization is headed to Haiti, or even digging through the rubble already.

Remember this, salvation is a spiritual thing, not a media driven popularity contest. Neither God's efficacy or power to save are deterred or lessened by Pat Robertson's media blunders. The church ought to challenge and exhort Robertson gently because it's God's kindness leads us to repentance. A man that has said so many weird things will have a lot to grieve over when his time comes. Lashing out at him now is a lot like whipping a starving person when he tries to steal bread. It's a mean and empty form of justice.

Late Night Reading

So, when I have a hard time sleeping I tend to get up and read news articles in the desperate hope that some bad journalist will lull my brain into a foggy stupor. Most people read the news and get stressed out, I read the news and both my brain and soul tend to go a little numb. Unless of course, it's news of a "fresh off the presses" Smashing Pumpkins song on their website. Seriously, they make their music available for free download on Smashing Pumpkins.com. Does it sound too good to be true? Yes, but thankfully it's still true in this case. Anyway after taking some Valerian root (those are sleeping pills for hippies...I'm in Oregon, give me a break) I get online and I run into this article. Go read it, then come back because I've got something to say.

Okay here's the deal, we all hate security lines in airports, and quite frankly the idea of a room full of security guards pouring over camera monitors creeps me out. But, I appreciate their efforts as I can still remember turning my t.v on just in time to say a plane crash into a freakin sky scraper. Is it weird that security guards still check this poor kid at airports? No, not really...maybe an addendum on the selectee list saying something like "By the way, the 8 yr old boy scout is clean" would be helpful, but that's one of the prices you pay for wanting to be discrete. Speaking of discretion in matters of security...I say boo! We could learn from India on that point. They put fully armed military personnel in Airport security. We're not talking glocks and a nightstick here. We're talking machine guns and body armor. It's an impressive thing to see.

We all get uppity when we hear about one person getting frisked "unnecessarily", but you have to remember that certain groups apparently like using commercial airliners as weapons. So, maybe give the TSA guy a break, he's just trying to keep you safe while the flight attendants overcharge you for you coca-cola. After all, the last time airport security decided to be nice to a guy it probably really ruined the trip for the Dutch man that had to tackle him before he set off a bomb in his underwear.