An Incredible Week

God is so good! His faithfulness is beyond tracing out!

Last week was incredible. As we closed on two houses in one day and moved to Decatur, I thought over and over again about how, in the last few months, I have wondered if the Lord was listening to me. And once again, I stand with my mouth hanging open in amazement, and egg on my face for doubting. The plans He had for us were much greater and better than any of the planning and scheming I have been doing. He is so awesome!

Beverly is in Germany this week. I'm a real wimp when it comes to being away from my wife. But I am so glad that she has been given this opportunity to minister to European missionary wives. She said it is beautiful where she is. I can't wait to see pictures and hear about her week.

Let's be sure to be salt (having a preserving influence) and light in the darkness this week. Let's be sure that we are spotlights -- putting all the attention on Jesus.

Hey, take this short quiz that I saw on Jeff Jones' blog. I came out as a Psalms man. http://quizilla.com/users/reflectedgrace/quizzes/which%20book%20of%20the%20Bible%20are%20you?

Oh, did I tell you: God is so good! His faithfulness is beyond tracing out!

A Special Gift

Today is my son-in-law, David's, birthday. From the time my daughter was born in 1978, Beverly and I prayed for a godly man to enter her life and that they together could encourage each other on the road to heaven. Once again, our incredible God has not disappointed me. David is a man with such a servant heart! And he knows so much about computers and electronics. It has come in handy for me on many occasions.

I could not have ordered a better daddy for my granddaughter. He always has time for his daughter. I love to watch them interact! Malaya absolutely adores him.

I still remember the day he asked me for Jenny's hand in marriage. I made one request of him -- that he protect her heart. He has done that and more. It is obvious how much he loves her. And it is equally obvious that she adores him!

I would love to tell some funny stories -- like when we went on vacation the summer before they got married. We went to San Antonio. We hadn't even gotten in the room before we had to call maintenance to unplug the toilet. That's my David!

Happy birthday, David! You are such a blessing to the Ross family!

Sorry!

I had written a blog and was ready to send it when lightning kicked off our electricity here at the office. I don't have time today to rewrite it. In fact, this week is going to be difficult for me as a blogger. Please keep checking back.

Things are moving right on schedule for us. Please lifti us this week in your prayers -- that the move goes smoothly. God has been so faithful to us!

Blessings!

It's Holiday Season!

I can't believe it! My favorite holiday is right around the corner. And no, I'm not talking about Halloween. Halloween is goofy.

My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. It is the most unspoiled, least-commercialized of our holidays (other than the Friday sales after). And I just love the whole idea behind it. I know this year in particular is going to be one of exta thanks. Last year's holiday season had a dark cloud hanging over it. Scrooge (or Scrooges) visited Beverly and me about this time last year. Still, we had great times with family. But this year is full of tangible blessings. And I look forward to it so much!

What's your favorite holiday?

Elder Selection

We are currently undergoing an elder selection process at the Decatur church. I really wish that the Lord had left us a 5-step procedure for this. Three men have been placed before the congregation as candidates. We are now in the "objection period." I don't know about you, but something about that seems strange. "Objection period." It almost seems to encourage the Negative Neds and Nellies to come forward. It seems that perhaps a week of prayer and fasting would be more appropriate. Perhaps even a week of affirmation. Believe me, those who are going to have objections certainly don't need to be encouraged to do so. And obviously, if there is a legitimate objection -- it should come out. Just thought I would share my opinion.

Speaking of affirmation: Being an elder in the church is TOUGH. They hear every complaint -- from the sermon being too long to the air conditioning is too cold or too hot (both in the same week). They're told to go tell so-and-so that she isn't dressed properly. And the song selection needs to have more newer songs or older songs (also both in the same week).

I want to drop a suggestion: Go affirm the elders. Tell them you appreciate what they are doing. Tell them you are behind them. Just be careful. You might have to pick them up off the floor.

A Rose By Any Other Name?

You've heard the old adage, "A rose by any other name is still a rose." I think that same principle works in reverse, too. Calling a weed a rose doesn't make the weed a rose.

On November 8th, there are a number of propositions coming up for vote in Texas. One of them, Proposition 2, defines marriage as a union only between one man and one woman. I find it incredible that this is even coming up for a vote. But the moral and political landscape of America has changed so quickly it leaves my head spinning.

Homosexuals (hardly "gay" -- which means happy) have made tremendous strides in being accepted into our culture. What God calls an abomination is now touted as no different than that which God honors (marriage). They can already live together and enjoy employee benefits that were once reserved for married couples. But this does not satisfy their agenda. They will not be content until they have totally redefined society as it has existed since creation. They are not satisfied with compromise. Those who have any sensitivities which run counter to theirs must be vanquished. I would encourage anyone who thinks their behavior is normal to read Steve Farrar's book, Standing Tall -- particularly chapters 6 and 7.

Well, if America decides to change the meaning of marriage, I wonder what God will do. Will He give in to our majority vote? Will He send down an amendment -- changing Genesis 2: 24, Matthew 19: 4-6, and Ephesians 5: 31?

In our PC culture, I realize this might qualify as hate-speech. I really don't hate homosexuals. I do hate their sinful, abominable activity. My love for God and His Word will not allow me to call what is wrong right and what is right wrong. I don't think we are being Christlike if we allow people to live in rebellion to God and we say nothing.

So, on November 8th -- I will vote "YES" on amendment 2.

One Day at a Time

The big day is one week from tomorrow -- moving day. There is a part of me that wishes I could just fast-forward about 9 or 10 days. But then, I would miss out on what God has in store for me in those precious days.

Wow! So much to do. Switching utilities. Making all the arrangements. Address changes. It's almost overwhelming! And in the back of my mind, Jesus words keep playing over and over again. "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself." And then I just have to believe He said the next line with a twinkle in His eyes: "Each day has enough trouble of its own." Isn't that true? Not necessarily trouble -- but just stuff.

Lord, help me to live one day at a time. I want to breathe in the sweetness of each new day, and not waste one. Thank you for the newness of each day.

What a Surprise!

Yesterday we had arranged with our realtor to go and look at our new house again after church last night. Our daughter Jenny and her husband David and our granddaughter Malaya were meeting us at church so that they could go with us. So, imagine my surprise when -- at 6 o'clock -- I looked up, and there stood my youngest son, Jonathan! And behind him in the hall was his wife, Jennifer! I was stunned. They said they had heard we were going to look at the house, so they drove in from Abilene to go with us. I was thrilled!

After looking at the house, we went to eat. Soon after we had sat down, Jonathan said he had something to share with us. They are going to have a baby! That's right. My little boy is going to be a daddy. I am so excited for them! The baby is due June 8th. They are going to be incredible parents.

So, I guess I better find a 2nd job, because Beverly really gets into this grandparenting thing -- if you know what I mean. Right now, every time I see Malaya, I see my retirement. Just kidding, honey.

Proverbs 17: 6 says, "Children's children are a crown to the aged." While I don't feel very aged, I can say this grandparenting thing does make me feel like a king. I highly recommend it.

Directives From the King

As I study about living in the Kingdom of God, I have been reminded this week about just how different Jesus' teachings are from the practices of the world. "If someone asks for your shirt, give him your coat as well." Jesus, don't you realize that would mean that he wins? "Do not lay up treasures on earth." But that's how we measure success.

For me, the toughest one is this: "Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you." Everything about that is so unnatural! But then I'm reminded: Jesus hasn't called us to live like humans. He's called us to be like our Father in heaven.

So what one teaching of Jesus most challenges you?

Update

I want to thank so many of you for your prayers yesterday. Beverly's procedure went well. However, she was extremely sick for about 6 hours of recovery. I managed to get her home about 6 PM, and then she began to improve. This morning, she is sitting up in bed and feeling much better.

HOW 'BOUT THEM ASTROS! I am so glad to have a World Series in Texas. This is going to be exciting.

Right now we are scheduled to close on our Trophy Club house on the morning of November 2nd and our Decatur house a few hours later. Isn't that incredible! God is so good.

This Sunday, I will begin a series about living in the Kingdom of God. It will focus on the Sermon on the Mount, where the King presents to His subjects what life in His Realm is to be like. I'm excited about this. It is one of my passions right now. I think we (the church) have made a big mistake in trying to make "church" attractive to the world by conforming to it. The Kingdom of God is a radical one. It is upside-down from the thinking and lifestyles of this world. And ironically, it is that difference that makes Jesus and His reign attractive. I'm going to entitle the series, Standing in the Reign.

Please Be Praying Today

My sweet wife is going to be in surgery this morning for a couple of hours. Please be praying that everything goes well. She will then be recovering today and tomorrow.

Also just want you to know: We executed a contract on a house in Decatur yesterday. It's at 1301 College. We should close on our house in Trophy Club and our house in Decatur on November 2nd. Praise God! I was wondering at times if He was listening to me through all of this. But this could not be working out any better.

Thanks for the prayers!

Sometimes I hate sports

Sports have to be one of the most gut-wrenching pieces of our lives. The ups and downs of an athlete must be incredibly hard to bear. You can go from hero to goat within a few minutes.

I guess you can tell I watched the game last night. I can't say that I have been a huge Astros fan (or baseball fan, for that matter) for a number of years. But my family used to watch every Astros game. So, it didn't take long to get back on the band wagon. I mean think about it -- there has never been a world series game in Texas! That's embarrassing.

So, last night I'm watching. One out away from the big series. They keep showing one of my heroes -- Nolan Ryan. I'm thinking, "Man, he must be proud of these guys" I watch Lindge as he absolutely embarrasses the 1st two hitters in the inning. Then it starts to unravel, and before you even have time to prepare for it -- BAM! All the mountain-top experience is smashed. From hero to goat in a matter of seconds.

I think I do hate sports (at least today). I have a good friend who has experienced the lows and highs of being a professional athlete. He's been the hero -- cheered by thousands. One tough game, and they're booing. And my heart hurts for him, because he is more than some unfeeling robot out on the field. He is a man who loves the Lord. He is a man who loves his family. He has a family who cares for him deeply and go through the peaks and valleys right along with him. And they hear all the "stuff," too. All of this over a game?

We have people dying from hurricanes and earthquakes. We have terrorists trying to kill us. There are thousands who die every day with no hope of eternity with God. And look at the energy we expend on a game.

I know I'm being harsh. And probably rambling. And I also know I will feel totally different tomorrow. But I just had to get this off my chest today.

Anyone feel differently?

Knocked Her Socks Off

As we have approached this move, we have pretty much assumed all along that we would buy a piece of property and build. However, we had dedicated yesterday afternoon to going with our realtor to look at rental properties and a few houses that were for sale. I had told Beverly that we would not buy a house unless she saw one that just knocked her socks off.

Well, we began by looking at a house that sat on 2-1/2 acres. As we looked, Beverly was saying, "This has potential." I was thinking, "That's not even knocking booties off -- much less socks."

Then, we went to a 2nd house. I had driven by it last week, trying to preview and eliminate any houses that I did not think she would care for. From the outside, I had thought she would not approve since the yard is not very big. As we walked to the front door, I could see anticipation in her eyes. When the realtor opened the door, Beverly's eyes grew open like saucers. She began walking through. You could literally feel her excitement. She began talking about how this would work there, etc. And when she saw the master, I thought I was going to have to pick her up off the floor.

As we left the master, she began going through the downstairs again. I had to remind her, "Honey, we haven't even been upstairs yet." I didn't know if that was going to kill her enthusiasm or not. The answer was, "Not!" She loved it, too.

Needless to say, she had her socks knocked off! So, we are making an offer today.

One thing I love about my woman is the way her face is so expressive. I will remember the look on her face from yesterday for a long, long time. And I know this: I want to be there when she sees heaven for the 1st time! Her zeal for life and for God energizes me like nothing else!

State Fair

Well, today we take our annual trip to the fair. Malaya and Beverly are like kids on Christmas eve. It is a fun day, just being with family and catching the sights. I like the car show. Malaya said that 1st thing, she wants to go to the dog show. I don't think she has ever watched more than 2 minutes of it. Beverly keeps talking about eating a corndog. For me, it's lemonade and something sweet (I guess I should say something else sweet).

How about you? Have you been to the State Fair? If so, what's your favorite sight and what's your favorite "eats"?

Have a great day! I'll tell Big Tex hello for you.

Attracted By the Outside

Yesterday I wrote about how God does not use appearance as a measure of our worth. I was reminded of that yesterday evening in a practical way. Beverly and I are in the middle of trying to find a place to live. We will probably rent for now, and build next year. But I found a house on the web. It looked really nice. So, I drove out to take a look. Beautiful lot. Deer running all over the place. Nice pool. Cute front porch. I thought that maybe this was the answer.

So, we had our realtor set up a viewing for late yesterday afternoon. Everything was going well until we opened the front door. Its floors were a strange shade of blue -- both tile and carpet. One bedroom was painted in the nicest shade of orange that I have ever seen for a bedroom. Actually, come to think of it -- I've never seen an orange bedroom before. Maybe they paint it seasonally, and this is their halloween stage. And then there was the master closet -- which set back the meaning of master.

Needless to say, we were drawn in by looks. I'm reminded of what Jesus said (Matthew 23: 27-28) "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of dead men's bones and everything unclean. In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness."

I don't want Jesus to say that about me when he looks me over. Yet, I know that there are areas of my life in which what He said applies. That's why I pray every day that He will examine my heart and do surgery so that when He looks at me, He sees Himself -- inside and out.

Another WOW From Miller

I told you I am reading Donald Miller's newest book, Searching for God Knows What. Every once in a while he just leaves me going, "Wow!" In the chapter entitled, Jesus, Miller is simply making observations from what he has read in Scripture about Jesus. One of them is "He was ugly" (Understand: Miller likes to shock with his words). He cites Isaiah 53: 2-3 as supporting this.

But listen to what he says: "Jesus was definitely representing humanity as equal, hardly caring about how He looked. One might believe that the unsightliness of Christ was a statement of humility, but that isn't true. It would be inconsistent if Christ's looks were a statement of humility. They were, rather, a statement of truth, and our seeing them as humility only suggest an obvious prejudice" (p. 126).

Wow! He got me! We think not being good-looking is humility. Why? Because culture associates looks with worth. But God said long ago to Samuel, "Man looks at the outward appearance, but God looks on the heart." And I still haven't gotten it.

Oh, God -- help me to value the way You do!

The Old Testament

In discussing Scripture with people through the years, I have been asked why we don't believe in the Old Testament. And you know what? I'm not sure how to answer that. My 1st response is to say, "Sure, I beiieve in the Old Testament." But what they mean is why don't I follow it.

Well, on closer scrutiny -- they don't either. In my daily Bible readings, I have been plodding through Moses' expounding on the Law. The dietary laws, sexual laws, purification laws, etc. I am bothered that the homosexual community says, "We are not under the Law of Moses any more, so what he said about homosexuality does not apply." And while that bothers me, I would have no problem if someone wanted to cook a young goat in its mother's milk (Ex. 23: 19). And my favorite food is probably shrimp -- followed closely by catfish (both considered unclean in the Old Testament).

I realize that the New Testament reinforces many of the laws of the Old Testament -- such as the prohibition against homosexuality. And I know about Peter's vision of the clean and unclean foods, etc. I also know that Jesus said (Mt. 5: 17) that He did not come to abolish the Law, but to fulfill it. I know that, at least in part -- He accomplished that by being the perfect, one time sacrifice and also by fulfilling the Aaronic priesthood, etc And I also know that Paul said that Jesus nailed the Law to the cross.

But I still struggle with exactly how to make the transition and application. God is still the same God. His character has not changed. And lifestyles and attitudes that provoked Him to anger then must still do the same today.

I do know that I want to be about making Him smile.

Any thoughts?

I've Also Been Tagged

1st things 1st! We have a contract on our house! I repeat: We have a contract! Be sure to offer up thanks to the Lord for us.

Josh, so much for your prediction about Texas-OU. Hook 'em, Horns! And did you see poor John Daly yesterday? How tragic is that? Tiger was even embarrassed for him.

I have also been tagged.......
First Memory: Watching Tarzan kill a Rhino on our black and white TV in Shreveport, LA. You had to hit the side of the TV every once in a while because the sound would go off.
First Kiss: Does anybody answer this question?
First Concert: Grand Funk Railroad
First Love: Beverly. Nothing before her was really love
First thing I think in the Morning: I need to go pottie.
First Book I remember loving: Yertle the Turtle
First Pet: A German Shepherd named Queen
First Question when I get to Heaven: How cool is this?
First word I think of for Vacation: Golf
First Best Friend: Chris Wells, in Jackson, Mississippi
Last Time I dressed up: Yesterday (Sunday morning)
Last thing I ate: Armondo's Mexican
Last CD I bought: The Eagles -- Best Hits
Last time I cried: I don't cry much, but I teared up real big when I saw Malaya walking down the hall at her Nursury Rhyme Parade
Last time I told someone I loved them: When I left my precious wife this morning
Last really fun thing I did: When Beverly went with me out to the golf course on Labor Day
Last thing I watched on TV: Good Morning America this morning
Last Halloween Costume: Wow! My memory is not that good
Last Concert- Chris Tomlin, Casting Crowns, and Stephen Curtis Chapman
Okay... I tag Josh, Jeff, John and Jonathan. Just cut and paste.

Texas-OU

Well, for much of this state and that other one just north of us -- tomorrow is a big day. Texas-OU weekend. For those of us who root for the Horns, it's been a tough few years. Times we should have won and didn't. Times when we got blown out and shouldn't. I've never been a huge Mack Brown suppporter, and I've wondered how he has survived this drought. But if he loses this one . . .

I want to say he should be fired. And from a worldly point of view, maybe he should. But that hits too close to home for me these days. Firing someone because they don't meet your ridiculous, worldly expectations. Turning lives upside down because "I want." Breaking commitments to someone because of promises of financial support from someone else. Pretty fleshly thinking. But I've been guilty of similar thinking at times, too.

Praise God -- He doesn't think that way! I'm so grateful that He doesn't "fire me" based on His expectation of results. In fact, He loves me the same when I lose the games I should have won as He does when I play for the championship. Wow! What an awesome, beautiful God!

So, go UT! Win it, Mack! But even if you don't, I'll be pulling for you.

Hall Monitors or Trailblazers?

Remember back in school? Those hall monitors and cafeteria monitors. "Slow down!" "Quiet!" "Sit still!" "Single file!" "Having fun? Stop it!" Man, they struck fear into the processes of walking down the hall or sitting in the cafeteria.

Well, I must be honest: In my experience in churches, that's the role elders often fill. Unfortunately, I think to a large degree it's because that's what the congregation pretty much expects from them.

Here in Decatur we are beginning an elder selection process. I am hopeful that the stereotypical, culturally-shaped role of an elder is evolving into a more biblically-accurate one. Not church hall monitors. Not a board of directors -- modeled after corporate America. And certainly not operating out of fear. Men of God are not driven by fear -- but a spirit of boldness and courage. Fear strangles the very life out of a church.

I long for leaders who are more like trailblazers. "Come on! Follow us!" To paraphrase the words from Deuteronomy 1: 6-8: "We've circled this mountain long enough! It's time to break camp and advance into the hill country. God has given us the land! Let's go and take possession!" I long for leaders who are like shepherds. Men who know their sheep and lead them through the valleys into quiet pastures and still waters.

I want to be a sheep in that kind of flock!

Baseball, State Fair and the Weekend

The cycles of life are so wierd to me. I can remember a day that I knew the names of every baseball player and his stats. Back in the mid to late 80s, our family watched every Astros game that was televised -- about 156 a year (Jenny has very fond memories of this. It's probably why she watches the stuff she does today.See her blog from yesterday: www.kindermommy.blogspot.com).

Today, I couldn't name a dozen big leaguers. But I do know that it's playoff season. And I'll be pulling for the 'Stros again. How about you? Who are you rooting for? (If your team is the Yankees, please don't contaminate this sight with a vote for them. And Josh, you can't vote for the Giants.)

On another note: Who's going to the state fair? Beverly absolutely loves it. I go along, and always end up enjoying it. Suggestion: Go to the food court and there will be a pizza place. It's run by a friend -- Tom Grace. Order a lemonade. You will thank me later. I would not recommend going this weekend however. Texas-OU. Is this finally the Longhorns' year?

On another note, Beverly and our daughters-in-law are going to be leading a ladies' retreat for our church. Jenny can't be there because her brother-in-law is getting married in Houston. But I am so proud of all of them. How cool is that? I will probably go play golf Friday afternoon and come home, fix some popcorn and watch an old movie. Any suggestions?

Growing Older -- But for the Better?

It's hard to believe that another birthday is just around the corner for me. You would think this doing-life thing would get easier as we go -- but it doesn't. I have been praying for a long time that the Lord would reveal to me things in my life that need to be pruned or replaced by the Spirit. I am under such conviction right now about how self-centered I am. And also, I am realizing how much I put my trust in things of this world rather than in God. But along with that, the Lord is also showing me that joy is not found in these things. Rather, it is found in delighting oneself in Him.

Yet, nearly 50 years of bad habits are hard to break. I pray every day that the Lord will let His Spirit possess me. But for that to happen, I have to make room for Him. And that involves clearing out some junk.

I guess we are never too old to be made new.

"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul . . . Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground." Psalm 143: 8, 10.

Genesis Made Clearer

Hey, did you hear that the governor of Louisiana came down with a ruling on Roe v. Wade? She said she didn't care how people got out of New Orleans.

On a different note: I am really enjoying reading the book, Searching For God Knows What by Donald Miller (of Blue Like Jazz fame). He has such an interesting way of setting things up to make a point. In the book, he is going through the creation account. He is talking about how Moses emphasized that Adam and Eve were naked (mentioned 5 times). And suddenly, after their sin -- they can't wait to clothe themselves. I've always wondered about the relevence of this.

Listen to how he explains this:
And then it hit me how awful it must have been for Adam and Eve to have been deceived by Satan, to have been tricked into breaking their relationship with God.
You and I almost have it easier. We were born this way. But I remember loving a girl back in Colorado and having her explain to me she didn't feel the same and how for a year I lived in the attic of an old house in Portland, feeling an ache and emptiness in my heart I thought would never mend . . . And this feeling, this feeling must have been so much more painful for Adam and Eve, this feeling of having an infinite amount of love pouring thorugh their lives and then it's suddenly gone . . . I wondered at hoow terrible it must have felt, at the fear of no longer feeling God, at the ache of emptiness and the sudden and horrifying awareness of self. God have mercy.

Wow! Can you imagine knowing perfect intimacy with God for a long, long time -- and knowing nothing else? And then suddenly, that intimacy is gone and you are made aware of self! What a horrifying discovery that must have been.

Car Inspections

Well, it's September 29th. Beverly's car inspection is due this month. I don't like waiting until the last minute, so I'm going to get it done today rather than on the 30th.

I guess it's a good thing that the state requires car inspections. Not only does it protect others from me, but it also protects me from others. While I want to know that my brakes pass inspection, I'm glad to know that the person tailgating me had to pass as well.

But you know what? I need a regular inspection, too. I need to have my heart checked for things that cause it to misfire. I need to make sure my coolant is still in check. I need to make sure that my feet will brake and not go where they should not. I need to make sure that my headlights (eyes) are properly aligned. I need to make sure that my cruise control keeps me within the limits.

Big difference: I need it daily. If I had an inspection only once a year, I would be in horrible shape! I get out of alignment in hourly incriments -- not annual ones.

Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting -- Psalm 139: 23-24.

30 Years Already?

It's hard to believe. 30 years. Wow! I remember the 1st time I saw her. It was in the Student Center at ACU. She was talking about how much she had enjoyed All-College Night, where the band I was in with Ronnie Dunn had played the night before. She was so impressed with me! She thought I had been playing the guitar. Actually, I was the drummer. As I said, she was so impressed.

But you could see it in her eyes. A joy for life. An unflagging energy. An optimism and enthusiasm that was contagious. Her love for people was so authentic. And the cute way that she added endings to short words or shortened long words. Like when we went to a Mexican restaurant, and she asked for more "chippies."

And her love for the Lord -- it was so evident. For a guy who teetered toward pessimism and cynicism -- she was just what the doctor ordered.

So, 30 years ago today -- September 28th, 1975 -- we had our 1st date. Sweet! And you know what? She's still my girlfriend. And what the doctor ordered has been just right. She has steered me around my phantom mountains and walked me through dark valleys. She has gently prodded me into greater intimacy with the Father. Her passion for Him and for life has rubbed off on me. I can honestly, and without hesitation, tell you that I think she is the most wonderful person on the planet. Her energy and optimism for life haven't changed -- unless perhaps more intense now.

Beverly, thankey-wankey yousie-woosie. The journey has been incred. You are a real beauty-mooty.

No Stone Is Gonna Outpraise Me!

Sunday morning, Craig Jordan was sharing some thoughts before we partook of the Lord's Supper. He took us to a passage that has meant a lot to me in recent years. It is found in the story of Jesus' Triumphal Entry to Jerusalem. Luke 19: 37 says that the people began joyfully to praise God in loud voices. The Pharisees told Jesus that He needed to rebuke the people. Jesus said (v. 40): "I tell you, if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."

I have had church experiences where there were people who too closely resembled the Pharisees in this story. They run to the elders or me: "We need to tone things down! Stop this praising! It's getting out of hand!" Bless their hearts. If they could only come to understand that when you've been touched by the Savior -- you're going to "begin joyfully to praise God!" Worship to the Lord is not a funeral service. If there were a casket for Jesus up front -- it would be empty! And so, we must praise!

Church: Don't let the stones take our place in praising God. Let what is so natural flow forth. He is so awesome! And He is so worthy!

Change of Seasons

I got excited last night listening to the weather. Cool front approaching Wednesday night. Low Thursday morning in the mid-50s. High of 80. As I fist-pumped and jumped around the bedroom, Beverly called from the bathroom asking what was going on. Actually, I think she said something like, "Are yousey woosey OK-sey waysey?"

I love this time of year! The cool in the air in the mornings and evenings. Well, not yet -- but it's coming! After all, it's only September 26th. I love the changing of the leaves. I love the overseeding of the golf course. Football. And then the approaching holidays.

Last year, Beverly and I were able to go to Pittsburgh in October. It was absolutely incredible -- the colors of the leaves and the chill in the air. I loved it! And no telling what I miss -- since I'm colored-blind.

No doubt about it: Fall is my favorite season. Here in Texas, it's the two best weeks of the year. I am so grateful to God for the cycle of nature. He is absolutely awesome!

So how about you? What is your favorite season?

Standing Alone

Being a golf fan, I love watching the Ryder Cup and President's Cup. These events take place in alternating years, and match the best American golfers against the best Europeans (Ryder Cup) and best international players (President's Cup). The first 3 days are team events, and then Sunday each golfer is matched against an opponent -- one on one.

Interestingly, the Americans excel in Sunday's individual matches, but struggle big-time in the team matches. And this is a pattern that goes back several years. What's up with this? Is it because American athletes are more selfish? Or could it be symptomatic of our society -- in which we exalt rugged individualism? I don't know the answer for sure. In fact, the two may be one.

What is unfortunate about it is this: I see the same thing in our churches. American Christians struggle with living in community. We honor the lone wolf who has his / her own agenda / purpose. We tend to respect (especially in the recent past) that person who is in everyone's face -- defending "soundness." Wow!

Result: Fractured fellowships. Lack of trust. Lots of individual efforts with no common goal (or vague, at best).

Ecclesiastes 4: 9-12: "Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! ALso, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken."

American golfers: LEARN THE LESSON! But also, I pray that God's church will learn it, too.

Theological Can of Worms

Yesterday I spent some time talking with my friend and co-minister, Jacob. He was introducing a class on Joshua last night, as they begin preparations for LTC. We got to talking about the way God had Israel kill the nations before them -- men, women and children. And we wrestled with the "why" of that. It really is not an easy one, is it? My granddad went to his grave (at 99-1/2) as an agnostic. He read the Bible, but there were a couple of things that he just could not get over. This was one of them. How could a loving God command such destruction?

We discussed all of the expected answers: purging the land of idolatry, the importance of purity and obedience, etc. But it still leaves a lot unanswered. And you know what? I'm OK with that now. It used to be that I wanted to have a nice, packaged answer for everything. But I have come to the point in my walk with God that I now realize He can't be put in a box. He is like 13,800 megavolts being stepped down through transformers to my 110 volt understanding. If He was to unload everything about Himself into my circuitry -- my mainframe would be fried.

So I am now at the point where I want to continue to search and hear ideas about tough theological issues. But it's OK if the answer can't be tied up with a bow. Psalm 139: 6 says "Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain." But you know what? We will understand it better by and by.

What's your big theological can of worms?

Perspective

As a nation, we have not ever gotten over Hurricane Katrina, and now we have a category 4 bearing down on the Texas coastline. Wow! Rita. 18 named storms this year! I don't ever remember getting to "K"s before.

I feel badly saying what I'm getting ready to in light of the true devastation that has taken place in the lives of many people. And I confess that I struggle with self-centeredness too much. But I find myself worrying far too often about how this stuff affects me financially. Gas will go back up to $3 as oil companies take advantage of the storm. And with Beverly and me commuting as much as we do right now -- it is really whupping us. Also, my retirement planning has been disappointing. I was not able to really begin to save for retirement until after the great stock market days of the 90's. In fact, I reallly begin in earnest in 2000. Then there was 911, and a sluggish, bear market has now carried on for 5 years. Now Katrina. What little advances have been made in the last year are now retreating.

And you know the worst part about it? There's not a thing I can do. I can't stand to be in situations in which I can't do anything.

So, I really need to hear Jesus' words today from Matthew 6. Because we are so familiar with these words from our major translations, let me share with you from THE MESSSAGE:

"If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer apppearance than the clothes you hang on your body . . .

Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion -- do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alohngside them.

If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers -- most of which are never even seen -- don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I'm trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God's giving. People who don't know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep you life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don't worry about missing out. You'll find all your everyday human concerns will be met."

Thank you, Jesus! I really needed that. Get my eyes off of me and onto You!

About Losing

OK, I admit it! I'm a sore loser. I can't believe I spent 3-1/2 hours of my life watching the Cowboys give away a game last night. You have a 13 point lead (less than two scores) -- and you go into protection mode in the 3rd quarter! Go figure.

But back to the problem: I'm a sore loser. I still can't get over the last game of Josh's high school career. It was at Texas Stadium. And the same scenario played out. We were winning, and gave Greenville the game. It was heart-breaking. Especially to watch my son -- who had perhaps his best game of his life -- standing on the field after the game was over. He just couldn't bring himself to leave. The coach had to go out, put his arm around him -- and lead him off.

Did I already confess that I'm a sore loser? Well, that's one reason I'm a Christian. This "battle with Satan" stuff gets me down. I hate losing to him. Some battles I win, but others I lose. And it makes me sore. But I'm involved in a game in which the outcome has already been decided. And guess who is the winner. It's ME! That's right -- I win. And I can't wait to be a sore sport and rub it in Satan's face. Talk about some trash talkin'! Satan -- you're going down! Yo mama! Who da' man now?

"Thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." 1 Corinthians 15: 57

Reflections on Yesterday

I love Sundays with a church that is so affirming and encouraging! It makes what I do during the week so rewarding. And after the last two years, I have been given a whole new appreciation for that. Every week, there are special brothers and sisters who come up and say how glad they are that we are in Decatur. There are folks who were on the selection committee who tell me what a great choice they made. It just makes me want to give of myself even more. I love the Decatur Church of Christ!

On a similar note, I want you to be praying for a dear shepherd today. Jim Walker is going in for more tests this afternoon (Monday). We are concerned and are praying that the Lord will take care of him and heal him. Jim truly has the heart of a shepherd, and I pray that I will be serving with him for many years.

GOD IS SO GOOD!

Slow Me Down

I'm teaching a men's class on Wednesday night. We're studying David. Last night, I took us to a number of psalms he wrote in his early years. One of them has really convicted me. Here is an exerpt from Psalm 8: "When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?"

It made me think: How long has it been since I have taken the time to do that? To stop this crazy merry-go-round of life, and pause to stare into the heavens and ponder the unponderable. I need that! Don't you? I think I will plan real soon to drive away from the city lights and sit under the stars and "consider the heavens." I'm betting that it will put things in perspective.

Lord, Get Us to Decatur!

Well, Beverly and I have now been a part of the Decatur Church of Christ for 4-1/2 months. We are blessed! We have been overwhelmed by these people's friendliness and affirmation and acceptance. We are so ready to get moved up here.

Speaking of that, we did have two showings of our house yesterday. Pray that we get an offer today -- please! We also have a lead on some property. So, Lord -- bring it on! We're ready!

Today I want to ask you to be praying for a couple of things for Beverly and me. We have been praying for a while that the Lord would bring a buyer to our house. While we have loved our house, it is a constant reminder to me of the nightmare of the last couple of years. So, request #1: We have a showing today. Pray that the Lord will let these people be the buyers.

Request #2: I begin a new class tonight at Amberton -- teaching the Gospel of John to at least 15 students. Many of them will not be believers at all. So, please pray that their hearts might be touched with the message of Jesus.

Now, here's one I want your feedback on. I'm reading about when Moses struck the rock (Numbers 20: 1-15). Of course, this cost him a trip to the Promised Land. My question is 2-fold, and I think I know the 1st one, but just want to hear what you might say: 1. What is it exactly that Moses and Aaron did to incure such a punishment? 2. What application, if any, might this have for us today? (I wish John WIllis or David Wallace were readers of my blog).

BLESSINGS!

A Special Day

I can remember where I was 25 years ago this morning. I was working for Montgomery Ward in Westgate Mall, Abilene, Texas. The store had not opened yet, when comeone came over the store PA system. "Rick Ross, you're going to be a daddy!"

Well, I took off for the car -- and drove like a mad-man to get home. I expected to see Beverly lying on the floor, breathing: "Ph-ph-ph." I opened the door -- no Beverly. I walked into the bedroom, and there she sat putting on her makeup. She smiled and said, "Give me a few minutes." Yeah, right.

Well, we took our 2-yr. old daughter, Jenny, to Jim and Jody Reese's house, and headed to Hendricks Hospital. About 3-1/2 hours later, I had a son! And what a joy he has been! When he was little, he was my shadow. 25 years later, I often find myself standing in his shadow -- so proud of who he is.

Beverly and I have been so blessed in our lives. But the greatest blessing at this point is our children and their spouses (of course, Malaya is included in that). I don't know any blessing that could take its place.

Josh, you are a keeper! I'm so proud of you, my son.

Let's Take the Land!

This morning, I'm reading about the 12 spies sent to check out the Promised Land. You know the story. Ten of them come back with a feasability study that says, "God cannot accomplish His will through us. The task is too big." Well, that's not what they said, but that's what their negative report concluded.

But Caleb and Joshua, two of the twelve, saw things differently. They said, "We should go up and take possession of the land, for we can certainly do it!" Of course they could! How? Because the God who had delivered them, parted the Red Sea, destroyed the armies of Pharaoh, fed them manna and quail -- ALL WITHOUT THEIR HELP! -- said that He would give them the land.

You know, God has told His people today similar things. Unfortunately, there are far too many "10-spyers" and too few Joshuas and Calebs. And for some reason, "why we can't" appeals to the flesh more than "God is with us."

On another note from my reading. Miriam and Aaron try to undermine Moses, so God strikes Miriam with leprosy. Then, in the next event, the people get caught up in a frenzy at the report of the spies -- and want to go back to Egypt where slavery was so wonderful (go figure). Some people would rather live in slavery than within the activity of God.

Catch this! Moses is the one who intercedes with the Lord over both these issues. He begs God to cleanse Miriam of her leprosy, and he begs Him to forgive the people of their obstinance. Wow! What a heart. Rather than extracting revenge, Moses wants to extend mercy to those who have wronged him. God, give me that kind of heart as I lead Your people. But please, give us the kind of confidence in you that says, "Let's take the land!"

Welcome!

It's good to be back in bloggerland. If you are visiting for the 1st time, let me tell you what to expect here. I will try to write a new blog 4 to 5 times a week. Most days it will be sharing some thought about faith or Scripture. I usually try to share from my daily Scripture readings. But right now I'm reading through Leviticus, so I wouldn't want to lose you right away. Other times, I might just reflect on what's going on with my familly or church or events. Still other times, we might just take a poll -- like what is your favorite TV program, football team, etc.

I would love to hear from you, so please share your feedback. I'm not expecting a huge readership right away, so let's begin with something easy. What is your favorite place to eat? For me, it's a tie: Mi Tierra in the Market Square in San Antonio and Landry's Seafood Restaurant.

By the way, I have discovered that you must enter the blog address every day. You can't just click on your address history (you know, when it comes up as you are entering an address). If you do, it will take you to the previous blog, and never allow you to see new ones. I hope this makes sense to you. Sorry, I'm not a computer geek -- just a geek.

Blessings today!

I'm Back

I have not blogged since December of 2004. This has been due to a number of reasons. However, just this last week I have had a number of people asking me to begin again. So, that's what I am going to do. Thanks for all the encouraging words. I'll begin again in earnest right away.

The Yeast of the Pharisees

"Be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy."

Beverly used to make bread. Someone gave her some "starter." It was basically yeast that had been passed down from one person to another for who knows how long. It just continued to multiply.

The yeast of the Pharisees is thousands of years old. And it is real easy to pass down. It is hypocrisy. Let me clarify something here: It is not hypocritical to try to be something -- and occasionally fail. Hypocrisy is pretending to be something you never intend to be. It is a question of motive.

Example: The way Jesus described the Pharisees' fasting. They would make themselves look haggardly, but they had no intention of being broken in heart. It was just a pretense.

Let's beware of the yeast of the Pharisees. It is alive and well today. But God is not fooled by it. In fact, Jesus says, "There is nothing consealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known." In other words, our motives will be revealed. So, God -- create in me a clean heart! And renew a right spirit within me!

Whoa to Those Woes!

They must have felt blistered that day. It was the day that Jesus laid his six woes on the Pharisees. He criticized them for their hypocrisy. He confronted them for their concern about portraying the right appearance, while inside being rotten -- full of greed and wickedness. He pointed out how maticulously they tithed from the leaves of their garden herbs -- but they neglected justice and the love of God. He chastised them for competing for the most prominent seats in the synagogue. He compared them to unmarked graves.

Those bad Pharisees! Nothing but hypocrites, right?

But then one of the experts in the Law spoke up. "Teacher, when you say these things, you insult us also." And it's then that I realized how much I related to him. Because as I read back over those woes, I see too much of myself in what Jesus says. Concerned about appearance more than motive. Keeping nitpicky rules, but missing out on the heart of God. Seeking the approval of men more than the approval of God.

Oh, God! Please break me free from "religion." Crush my heart -- so comfortable with going through motions that have been programmed for a lifetime -- and remold it to be like you!

When You Can't Do Anything Right

One day, Jesus drove a demon out of a mute man. When the demon left, the man spoke. The crowds reaction? "By Beelzebub, the prince of demons, he is driving out demons." Incredible!

Beelzebub's identity is found in 2 Kings 1. The name means "Lord of flies" or "Lord of filth." Can you imagine associating Jesus with that? Ascribing the graciousness of God to Satan. No wonder Jesus refers to this in Matthew 12 as blasphemy against the Holy Spirit.

Pessimists are everywhere -- even in the church. One author refers to them as "spiritual Eeyors." "It won't work." "You shouldn't have done that." "I don't like it." "Why did you do it that way?" Someone has said, "A pessimist is someone who complains about the noise when opportunity knocks." I know, because I have to fight pessimistic thoughts myself at times.

I love the following story: A family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. Opposite in every way. One was an eternal optimist, the other a doom-and-gloom pessimist.

Just to see what would happen on Christmas, their father loaded the pessimist's room with every imaginable toy and game. The optimist's room he loaded with horse manure. That night, he passed by the pessimist's room and found him sitting among his gifts, crying. "Why are you crying," he asked. "Because my friends will be jealous. And I'll have to read all the instructions before I can play with this stuff. I'll constantly need new batteries. And the toys will eventually break," the pessimist twin said.

Passing the optimist's room, the father found the boy dancing with joy in the manure. "What are you so happy about?" he asked. To which the optimist said, "With all this manure, there's got to be a pony!"

Lord, help me that when life dumps manure on me -- I can still see the gift!

Pearl Harbor Day

A day that will live in infamy. That's the way Franklin D. Roosevelt described what happened 63 years ago today. In many ways, it was an event that changed the world. It united our country like perhaps nothing else ever has. Gas was rationed. Tires were rationed. A number of foods were as well. No cars were built during the war years. War bonds were sold to finance the war. Factories -- nearly overnight -- were turned from manufacturing consumer goods to manufacturing military goods. Husbands and wives were separated for extended periods of time. A nation pulled together for the common good.

Contrast that with what happened only three years ago. We were attacked. More lives lost (civilian lives, mind you) than were lost at Pearl Harbor. We face an enemy who thinks they are pleasing God by killing the infidel (that's us, by the way). And yet, those events have divided us rather than united us.

Why? What's the difference? Could it be that we are just too spoiled today? Could it be that we expect instant gratification? Because the same attitudes that are playing out on a national scale also are being seen in our churches. Rather than pulling together to promote the kingdom of God against the spread of Islam, we're biting and devouring our own. Churches are dividing like an amoeba.

Thank God for a generation that was willing to sacrifice for the common good! I pray that somehow their ideals will rub off on us.

Gift Giving

"If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"

Christmas season is in full swing. Our minds are on gift-giving. Last week, Beverly sent out an email to our adult children and their spouses asking them what they wanted for Christmas. She didn't have to ask Malaya (our granddaughter) because there is nothing left that Malaya hasn't already gotten from Grammy.

Why do you suppose Beverly would send out such a request? Because we want to get our kids what they need -- or, yes, even want. After all, our desire is for them to be happy, content and satisfied.

What Jesus tells us is that whatever feelings we have for our kids and whatever desire we have to meet their needs does not even compare to how our Father in heaven feels about us. He doesn't tease us. When we ask for a fish, he doesn't give us a snake. And when we ask for him to lead our lives to where he wants us to be, how do you think he answers? By leading us to where he is not? Of course not! He will lead us to where he wants us to be. He is our Father. And he cares more about our needs -- and, yes, even our wants -- than Beverly and I do about our own kids.

Could there be a more comforting thought?

Chosing What is Better

If any character in Scripture reflects American culture, maybe it's Martha. Busy, busy. Lots of activity. As Luke puts it in chapter 10: "Distracted by all the preparations that had to be made" (v. 40) and "worried and upset about many things" (v. 41). She holds to the opinion that she is such a hard worker, and her sister is a slackard.

Which brings us to Mary. What's she doing while there is so much preparation to make? She is sitting! Inactive. What a waste of time! How can you accomplish things when you're sitting?

Well, according to Jesus, there are times when that is the best thing we can do. Because Mary was sitting before the Lord. At his feet. Listening to him. And Jesus tells Martha that Mary "has chosen what is better."

Let's remember that during this busiest of times -- to chose what is better.

The One Who Showed Mercy

Mercy. One of Webster's definitions is "a compassion shown to victims of misfortune."

This morning's reading from Luke 10 is the story of the Good Samaritan. I've preached this text many times. I've made the points about the religious guys walking right by the dying victim. I've self-righteously talked about their being caught up so much in their "religiousity" that they didn't practice true religion.

But today it hit me: I'm those guys. I move within my routine. I'm busy. There are things to do and places to be. Sunday waits for no man. And while I don't think I would ever intentionally walk by a person in such need -- I wonder how often I don't even see him.

After telling the story, Jesus asked which of the three men did the right thing. The answer? "The one who had mercy." The one who had a compassion which was shown to a victim of misfortune. And then Jesus said, "Go and do likewise." It's not enough to know the right answer. We must also put it into practice.

Lord, lift my eyes so that I see people as you see them!

Living In Peace

These days are challenging ones for my faith. I have lived most of my life anxious about what the future holds. I've often taken pride in being able to make things work out. Reality is that I had little to do with it. The Lord has been good to me -- even allowing me to take credit for things he brought about.

But I now find myself in a unique situation. It's one I have little, if any, control over. And I am learning to give my anxiety over to the Lord. It's not easy, but I am left with no choice. However, I believe that in the long run the lessons I learn will be worth it all.

I am adopting the practice of, before arising from bed, quoting Philippians 4: 4-7. As I do this, the phrase "And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus" suddenly means much more to me. I want God's peace!

Then, I'm doing my daily reading from Luke today. Jesus is sending out the 72 on a mission trip. Listen to what he says in vv. 5-6: "When you enter a house, first say, 'Peace to this house.' If a man of peace is there, your peace will rest on him; if not, it will return to you."

Did you catch what Jesus tells them? He basically says that they should extend peace to others. But if their offer of peace is refused -- they will still have peace.

Wow! Lord, give me that peace which transcends all understanding!

What Not to Tell a Job Applicant

Imagine you have gone in for a job interview. The interviewer tells you three things you can expect if you hire on: 1. You will not have financial security. 2. You will not be allowed off for funerals -- even if it's your own father's. And 3. you might as well kiss your family goodbye. Wow! Let me sign on the dotted line!

But you know what? Jesus basically says that's what we can expect if we follow him (Luke 9: 57-62). And I wrestle with his words. They sound foreign to us. It's certainly not what we expect as American Christians. Not many pulpits preach such a message.

Verse 62 says, "No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." I'm reminded again that the kingdom of God is counter-cultural. I know that I don't get it. But I want to! Oh, God -- help me to get it!

Things I'm Thankful For

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving: the best of all the holidays, in my opinion -- because it is the least commercialized. And this morning feels like Thanksgiving! There is a nip in the air. The leaves are falling quickly -- and they are beautiful! The colors are vibrant this year.

This morning I just want to take a few minutes to share with you some things I am thankful for:

• I'm thankful that I was able to get out of bed this morning feeling no different than I did when I was 20 (other than my sciatica -- but that's OK!).
• I'm thankful that when I went to the bathroom to start shaving, I had hot water in just seconds.
• I'm thankful that the 1st face I saw this morning is the face of an angel. Her name is Beverly, and she is the greatest blessing I have in this life.
• I'm thankful for the other angel who shared my bed last night -- even though her feet were digging into my armpit at 6:30. I didn't see her face because it was under the covers. Malaya has brought so much joy to me. She is a real treasure.
• I'm thankful for my three incredible children -- and their awesome spouses. I know of no other reward in life that could match having six adult children (yes, Josh qualifies as an adult -- at least according to the government) who are sold out to the Lord.
• I'm thankful for cool mornings alone with the Lord on a golf course. There are few places I feel more at peace.
• I'm thankful for the Lake Cities Church -- a place where I can worship God freely and be loved by others who share my faith.
• I'm thankful for friends who care.
• I'm thankful that the Yankees lost to Boston.
• I'm thankful for the memories of good Cowboys teams.
• I'm thankful that John Kerry will not be referred to as President John Kerry.
• I'm thankful for contemporary Christian music (particularly my boys, Stephen Curtis Chapman and Michael W. Smith). Their music refreshes my soul.
• I'm thankful that God has made food to taste so good. It's hard to beat a good meal shared in good company.
• I'm thankful for fireplaces. There is something very soothing about sitting in front of a fire.
• I'm thankful for good movies. I even enjoy chick flicks -- so long as my chick is beside me.
• I'm thankful for two good cars and a really nice house.
• Of course, most of all I am thankful to God (Father, Son and Spirit). He continues to amaze me with his faithfulness and grace. I am so grateful that I get to spend my life here on earth in pursuit of Him.

Well, this could go on and on. Here's praying that you have a Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving.

Facing Rejection

I don't do rejection very well. The flesh wants to harbor resentment -- and lash out in revenge. I can relate to David who said (Psalm 3: 7) "Strike all my enemies on the jaw."

Fairly early on in their time as apostles of Jesus, James and John had similar feelings. As Jesus and his entourage traveled through a Samaritan village, the people did not welcome them. So, James and John suggested, "Lord, do you want us to call fire down from heaven to destroy them?"

Think about this: They are ticked because they have been rejected. They have seen Jesus work miracles of healing and feeding and blessing. Never have they seen him use his power to destroy or hurt. But yet their 1st reaction to rejection? "Lord, you save your power. We'll take care of this one for you. Give us the word and we'll just incinerate an entire village! That will send a clear message." Yes, I suppose it would have.

Have you ever experienced the humiliation of being in a classroom, or with a mentor or parent, and thinking you had a really good idea? You share it -- and get rebuked. Immediately, you begin looking for the nearest rock to crawl under, right? Well, James and John get rebuked by Jesus for their plan to "defend" him and his reputation. Why? Because their hearts are absolutely foreign to the heart of Jesus.

In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus says that citizens of his Kingdom are to turn the other cheek. We are to walk the second mile. We are to extend blessing for cursing. We are to love and pray for our enemy.

Wow! I'm glad that my citizenship doesn't depend upon always passing the test. However, I want so much to have my old hard heart softened by the King who sits on it.

The Real Enemy

When in war, it is a terrible mistake to misidentify the enemy. As Christian soldiers, we are often guilty of shooting our own -- or shooting those who are held captive by the enemy.

Luke 9: 49-50 relates the following incident:
"Master," said John, "we saw a man driving out demons in your name and we tried to stop him, because he is not one of us."
"Do not stop him," Jesus said, "for whoever is not against you is for you."

John had misidentified the enemy.

I came across an interesting article this morning, entitled "Non-Christians: Friends or Foes?" by Ginger Plowman. Listen to how her words appropriately address this subject.

I used to view non-Christians as outsiders. I looked at them as mere projects that I needed to check off my "I shared Christ with them" to-do list. Unfortunately, I must admit, that while I had a heart for obeying God in sharing the Gospel with the lost, I did not have a heart for the lost. I can recall telling several people about Jesus and not grieving over their negative response to his plan of salvation. God convicted me that I was viewing non-Christians as a type of enemy, an enemy that I needed to conquer in the spiritual war of evangelism. I would faithfully put on my armor, swing the sword of truth at whoever came my way, and walk off the battlefield without giving a second thought to where the wounded fell. I simply counted my efforts as medals toward spiritual heroism. But Jesus doesn't view non-Christians as the enemy, but as captives of the enemy . . .

Sometimes I need to be reminded who the enemy is . . . and who it's not. Blessings.

We Have Seen His Glory

The glory of God: I wonder what it looks like. Moses saw its afterburners, and his face shown like the sun. Isaiah got just a peek, and he said, "Woe to me!"

One day Peter, James and John went up on a mountain with Jesus to pray. As Jesus prayed, his appearance changed -- his clothes becoming as bright as lightning. Suddenly, Moses and Elijah were also there with him. What an awesome sight that had to have been! Definitely not something one would soon forget. In fact, years later Peter would write (2 Peter 1: 16) "we were eyewitnesses of his majesty." And John -- perhaps in his 80's -- wrote (John 1: 14) "We have seen his glory."

So I am blown away when Paul writes (2 Corinthians 3: 18) "And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit." We reflect His glory? How?

The only answer I can come up with is that the Creator has determined it to be so. Listen to Paul's words (2 Corinthians 4: 6) "For God, who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ." God lets his glory ooze out of us as we keep our eyes fixed on the face of Jesus.

So let's fix our eyes and radiate some glory!

Identifying Jesus

"You are the Christ of God." That was Peter's assessment of who Jesus is. "Christ." "Messiah." "The Anointed One." And with that confession, he was probably ready to take up a sword and follow his leader into battle against the Romans.

The next words out of his Leader's mouth had to have set him back on his heels. Jesus said, "The Son of Man must suffer . . . be rejected . . . be killed." Wait a minute, Jesus. This isn't how the script is supposed to play itself out. The promise was that Messiah would be victorious.

But Jesus wasn't finished. He said, "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me." Not exactly words to spur on an army into battle.

Or are they? What was needed was reframing. We are soldiers, and we are in battle. But the stakes are not material. And the weapons we fight with are unconventional. And the Kingdom is not to be found on a map. But oh, the spoils of victory! We will see our triumphant King come in the glory of the Father and of the holy angels! And we will enjoy eternal life in the kingdom of God. That is the reward that awaits a cross-bearer. So, reach down and pick it up one more day. And keep your eyes searching the sky for his next triumphal entry.

He Is Plenty Adequate

The feeding of the 5,000 is the only miracle of Jesus that is recorded in all four Gospel accounts. There is obviously something there that Matthew, Mark, Luke and John all considered worth retelling. Maybe it is simply the magnitude of the miracle itself. But if that were the case, why didn't they all record the raising of Lazarus? (Only John did.)

I'm just wondering this morning if there isn't something very practical that we are to learn from this miracle. To be honest, through the years it is a miracle I have read and thought, "Wow! That is pretty impressive. A smorgasbord for 5,000+ when the only materials on hand were 5 loaves and two fish." A powerful story -- but it didn't have any application for me.

I think the practical lesson might have alluded me because I have grown up in an American culture that says, "I am adequate for all things." But the reality is I am not. In my personal life, I am unable to predict my adequacy beyond a couple of paychecks. In the life of my church, we are wondering how we are going to be able to pay for our building with the resources we currently have. We are no different from the disciples who, when Jesus said "You give them something to eat", responded "We have only five loaves of bread and two fish."

They were right. Or were they? Was that really all they had? They forgot to factor in one little asset -- JESUS! He was their adequacy.

Will Jesus still feed 5,000 with a sack lunch? I don't know. But I do know this: He will take what I have to offer -- and make it adequate for whatever he has called me to do. His name is YHWH-Jireh. "The Lord Will Provide." He will not call us to ministry -- and then leave us in short supply. What an awesome God we serve!

I'm Back!

What a special week Beverly and I enjoyed in Crockett! God brought revival! We had about 14 rededications and a baptism. I pray that the Lord will continue to feed the flame of revival there.

The Grace Street church in Crockett is so very special to us. Going back is always like going home. Driving around the community and seeing people from our past -- it's like stepping back in time. It seems like there is actually time to stop and take a breath there.

I will say that I am glad the driving is over! I had to come back to Dallas on Tuesday night to teach my class at Amberton. Then I went right back to Crockett. Wednesday night Beverly and I returned home. We worked Thursday, and then she spoke to a group of ladies in Fort Worth on Thursday night. I picked her up at 9:20 PM -- and we were off to Crockett again. This time it was to watch our two boys play in a flag football tournament in Huntsville, TX. Talk about exciting! It was great. We took Beverly's parents with us, and I don't think anyone enjoyed it as much as her dad. The boys' team (an ACU all-star team) placed 5th in the tournament.

Tomorrow, I will return to my daily devotionals from Luke. Thank yous to so many of you who have been encouraging to me about my blogs. Blessings!

Homecoming Weekend

Saturday, Beverly and I will be heading for Crockett, a beautiful little town in East Texas. The church there was the 1st one I served as a full-time minister. We return there a couple of times a year because it is still like home. The 5 years we spent there were really special, and the friendships we made are life-long ones.

We are returning for the 35th anniversary and homecoming of the Grace Street Church of Christ, which is where I served. In conjunction with their homecoming, they are going to hold a revival, and have asked me to speak for it. I am excited. Their pot-lucks are unbelievable! But I also know that we will be encouraged, and that we will encourage -- and that feels right and good.

Pray for us -- that the Lord will use us to minister and bless. I'll be blogging again soon.

Just a Touch

She was desparate. She had been sick for 12 years. As the crowd entered town, she heard that in the middle of it was the Healer. Her mind begins to race. She doesn't presume to think that she should have a one-on-one with him. If she could just touch him, though! That would be enough.

She begins to position herself in the crowd. There he is! It's now or never. Once he passes, there is no way she will be able to catch up with him again. So, she stretches out her hand -- and misses! She doesn't touch him. All she gets is the edge of his cloak. Opportunity lost!

Or was it? Because immediately, her condition is healed. Then, he stops. He turns and speaks to her. And his words are so full of grace: "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace."

You know what: Our faith in Jesus can still bring us healing today. Emotional healing. Spiritual healing. Yes, even physical healing.

Just a touch. Don't pass up the opportunity. It can make all the difference.

Election Day

Well, today is election day. I'm really nervous about it, because I clearly favor one of the candidates. However, as a Christian, I am reminded of what Scripture says in Romans 13. I don't pretend to understand it. But I am going to do my best to submit to the Lord regardless of who wins today.

Here is what it says: "Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves."

I read that, and just can't say that it makes a lot of sense to me. Nero. Hitler. Saddam. Stalin. Ruthless men who brought pain and suffering and hardship on their people. And God put them in those positions? That's what the Word says.

The best I can make of it is that he put those men in positions of authority, and they had free will as to what they would do with their power. But it bothers me how Christians in America act toward those politicians with whom they disagree. It just doesn't seem very Christlike. After all, Paul is writing this while living under the rule of a tyrant.

So, my prayer today is that, regardless of who wins, I will respond in a Christlike manner. Will you join me in that commitment? Blessings.

Freed From Demons

I've read the story of Legion so many times. You remember him? The guy who lived among the tombs -- with superhuman strength because he was possessed by many demons. The people would chain him, but he would break the chains.

Jesus came along and cast the demons from Legion -- and into a herd of pigs. The pigs then ran off a cliff into the sea and drowned. Because of this, the people of the region were afraid and asked Jesus to leave. So he did.

The man from whom the demons were cast begged Jesus to let him go with him. Jesus' reply was, "Return home and tell how much God has done for you."

Again, I've read the story many times. Yet, until recently, I never saw how that story related to me. I have recently shared with many of you the struggles I have been through as an ACOA (Adult Child of an Alcoholic). My whole adult life I have battled with self-doubt, poor self-esteem and negative self-talk. Finally, figuring at age 47 that enough is enough -- I sought help to deal with my demons. And the Lord has delivered me. He has given me tools that I had never had to aid me in my struggle. I feel like I have had demons exorcised from me. It is a wonderful feeling!

And here is the cool connection between Legion and me: Jesus' words to me are the same as his words to Legion. "Tell how much God has done for you." And I will -- to anyone who will listen. You don't have to remain chained to your demons. So, don't settle with that kind of existence. Jesus wants to set you free!

Heading North

Tomorrow morning, Beverly and I will be flying to Pittsburgh for Tommy Maddox' gala tomorrow night. I would like to ask you to be in prayer about this. Tommy will be speaking, and I would ask that you lift him up to the Father -- that he will feel the peace and presence of the Spirit and that the Lord will speak boldly through him.

Friday, Beverly will be speaking at a luncheon being put on by Jennifer Maddox. There will be a number of the Steeler's wives there. Please be praying for Beverly during that time. She wants so much to give them a message from the Lord. I am confident that she will. But pray that the Father will direct her heart to just the words that these women need to hear.

I have a tough assignment, too. I will be playing golf on Friday. Please pray that I will get a hole-in-one (Hey, come on. I've never had one! I figure all of the fervent prayers of you righteous folks can accomplish much).

Blessings! Rick

A Calm in the Storm

This morning, I was reading about the time when the apostles were crossing the Sea of Galilee. A storm arose so that the boat was about to be swamped. The disciples were afraid they were going to drown. And Jesus? Well, Jesus was asleep!

So, they woke him up. He got up and rebuked the storm. All became calm. Then he asked them, "Where is your faith?" I have struggled with that statement many times. Why did he ask them that? "Where is your faith?" They had faith that he would do something, or they would not have awakened him. So, were they supposed to have faith that they would not drown? Were they supposed to have faith that nothing bad would ever happen to them? Let me remind you that they all (except John) died a violent martyr's death.

I have struggled with the answer to this, and I don't think I like it. But I believe it. I think Jesus is saying, "When you are in the middle of a storm, and I am there with you -- that's enough. Even if you drown in the storm -- I'm enough. So, set aside your fear -- even when you are in the middle of a situation you have no control over. Don't be in awe of the storm. Be in awe of me."

Thank you, Jesus. Let me find calm in the midst of my storm, because you are enough. Please just keep reminding me of that. Keep readjusting my gaze from the fierceness of the storm to the faithfulness of my God.

Good Soil

Jesus' parable of the soils always has a way of shaking me into reality. I would like to think of myself as good soil -- which Jesus says stands for "those with a noble and good heart, who hear the word, retain it, and by persevering produce a crop." Surely I wouldn't be like the seed that fell on the rock, or the seed that fell among thorns. Surely!

But when I read the way Jesus describes those soils, I do see myself. He says the seed that fell on the rock are "the ones who receive the word with joy when they hear it, . . . but in the time of testing they fall away." I don't guess I fall away when tested -- at least not in the way we usually think of falling away. But I don't think I always make him look good when I'm tested.

And how about the seed that fell among thorns? Jesus says that seed represents those who "are choked by life's worries, riches and pleasures." Guilty as charged! I spend way too much time in the thorns of worrying about my work, my retirement, and the poor performance of the stock market.

God, I beg you to deliver me from the rocks and the thorns, and set me solidly in the good soil. Please work the soil of my heart until it can grow only one crop -- a crop whose fruit is Jesus.

The Disciple-ettes

When we think of Jesus traveling Palestine to preach the good news of the Kingdom of God, we usually think of the 12 apostles walking with him. But Luke tells us that in that nomadic band there were also some women. He mentions three of them by name.

There was Mary (called Magdalene) -- from whom Jesus had cast 7 demons. She is mentioned on a number of occasions in the Gospels.

There was Joanna, the wife of Cuza. Luke tells us that Cuza was the manager of Herod's household. I can only imagine some of the discussions that took place between Herod and Cuza over that issue. Herod: "I'm told that your wife is traveling around with Jesus of Nazareth. You know he claims to be king? I'm thinking it isn't such a good idea for my household manager's wife to be following him. Do you get my drift?" Cuza: "Herod, she's a 1st-century woman -- with a mind of her own."

Then, there is a woman named Susanna. I don't learn anything about her from Luke. But don't you cry for me. Luke also says that there were many other women.
Catch this: Luke tells us that these women were helping to support Jesus and his followers out of their own means. I'm betting that Judas was very polite to them. After all, they were helping to fatten the account that he was skimming off of.

I'm reminded today of how blessed we are by the women who minister among us. And I don't mean that in a patronizing way: "The church wouldn't be where it is today without the women (but stay in your place)." That is often the bone that is thrown to them.

Listen: I am so blessed to be able to stand in the shadow of a woman who is a spiritual giant. She has instilled in our family a depth of faith in God that leaves me speechless. Her example has moved me from a "satisfied with mediocrity" Christian to one who is hungry for God.

Praise God for faithful women! Keep on dragging us guys along! Someday, we might get it too!

Cancelled Debts

In my opinion, it is one of the greatest stories told about Jesus. He had been invited to the home of Simon the Pharisee for dinner. While he was eating, a "sinful woman" came in with a jar of perfume. Weeping, she allowed her tears to wet Jesus' feet, and then she cleaned them with her hair and poured perfume on them.

Simon was watching, and said to himself, "If Jesus were a prophet, he would realize that he is allowing a sinner to touch him." Jesus, perceiving his thoughts, told a story about two men: one was forgiven a tremendous monetary debt and the other was forgiven a small debt. Who, he asked, would love the forgiver of the debt more? The obvious answer is the one who has been forgiven the greater debt.

My first thought upon reading this story again was, "Have I been forgiven a tremendous debt, or a small one?" Then it struck me: This really isn't about the size of the debt. Rather, it is about each one of us coming to the realization that we have all been forgiven a tremendous debt. If we think we are only small debtors, then we place ourselves with Simon. But it is to this "sinful woman" that Jesus speaks these words, "Your sins are forgiven." Thank you, Jesus, for forgiving my sin debt! Jesus, I am so in love with you!

Give Me What I Want

I am, by nature, a pleaser. I want people to be happy with me -- especially in my preaching. Yet I am also aware that I can't please everyone all of the time. In fact, people today tend to want "something new" about every 6 months or so, it seems.

I was reminded of that again this morning as I read from Luke 7. Jesus was contrasting his ministry to John the Baptizer's ministry. How different these two were! John preached fire and brimstone, and doesn't strike me as the kind of guy you would want to go play golf with. Jesus, on the other hand, enjoyed a social occasion and, while he preached repentance -- also extended such grace.

It appears that the people of his day were being openly critical of both John's and Jesus' style. So Jesus said, "To what, then, can I compare the people of this generation? What are they like? They are like children sitting in the marketplace and calling out to each other:
'We played the flute for you, and you did not dance;
we sang a durge, and you did not cry.'

"Do it our way, or we will complain." "Do it our way, or we'll withhold our contribution." "Do it our way, or we'll get someone else who will make us happy for a little while."

That's why I must constantly remind myself that I play for an audience of One. All that really matters is hearing him say, "Well done."

What We Deserve

Imagine telling God that you deserve his grace. Not only that, imagine then proceeding to enumerate the reasons that you deserve his grace. Seems kind of spooky to me.

One day, some of the Jewish religious leaders came to Jesus on behalf of a Roman centurion whose servant was about to die. They asked Jesus to heal the man's servant, and then told him, "This man deserves to have you do this." They then presented their evidence for why the centurion deserved it: He loved the Jewish nation, and he built their synagogue.

Those were certainly nice gestures on the part of a Gentile toward the Jews. It may have placed them in his debt. But did it obligate God?

Well, Jesus set out for the man's house. Before he got there, the centurion sent some friends to tell him, "Lord, don't trouble yourself, for I do not deserve to have you come under my roof." He then explained how -- being a man of authority -- he understood how it works. You speak the word, and those under you obey. He recognized that Jesus was one of authority who needed only to speak the word and it would be done.

Catch this: Jesus was amazed at him! He turned to the crowd and said, "I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel." And he healed the centurion's servant.

Someone has said that justice is when we get what we deserve. Mercy is when we don't get what we deserve. But grace is when we get what we don't deserve.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me what I don't deserve!

Just Do It!

We read the words of Jesus and marvel. As those who heard him said, "No one ever spoke the way this man does." I'll bet people said, "I could sit and listen to him talk for hours."

But guess what: Jesus said that the wise person is the one who heards his words -- and puts them into practice. Now we're talking a whole different dimension. Because you know what? Jesus said some really tough things -- things that are upside down from the norm. Things like "don't murder people in your heart," "don't commit adultery in your heart," "be a person of your word," "don't take vengeance," "love your enemies and do good to them."

Great ethical teachings. Teachings we would love to see other people put into practice. But it all begins with me. God, give me a heart and a will to put into practice the teachings of your Son. Let me live a radical life for you!

Putting Things in Storage

Storage buildings -- it must be a great business. They're popping up all over the place. As I see them, I'm wondering, "What are people putting in all those things?" I don't know. But I can guarantee you this: Whatever they put in them, that's all that they're going to get out of them.

Jesus once said, "The good man brings good things out of the good stored in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks."

When I read that verse, I'm usually thinking of the result: What comes out of the mouth. After all, we want what comes out to sound good -- to make a good impression.

But that is looking at this verse backwards. Jesus is saying that whatever comes out of a person's mouth is the result of what has been stored in the heart. We can't expect good to come out of the mouth of a polluted source. The spillway of a lake is only going to deliver the quality of water that has entered it. It can deliver nothing else!

So, what are we storing up in our hearts? What do we take in through what we view, read, or think on? Remember the simple principle: Garbage in, garbage out. I want my heart to be God's throne. He shouldn't have to share it with garbage.

Judging Others

I'm guilty. It is a subtle habit that can grab hold and -- before you know it -- you become a critic. You know what other people are thinking. You know their motives. You can read their minds.

What I have painfully discovered is that what I often do is project what I would be thinking onto other people. And sadly, it says a lot more about me than it does about them.

Jesus teaches me a difficult lesson about being judgmental in Luke 6. He does it by painting a humorous picture of a man trying to take a speck out of someone's eye when he has a log sticking out of his own eye. It reminds me of the cartoon that was popular when I was growing up -- Mr. Magoo. Mr. Magoo was extremely near-sighted. Can you imagine him doing lasik surgery? Trying to fix someone else's eyes? That's what I'm like when I judge others. I'm so near-sighted (focused on me). Yet, I'm going to try to deal with someone else's problem. The results could be disastrous for both of us.

I have decided I want out of the judgment business. I am asking the Holy Spirit to deliver me from this burden. And I am also asking you who know me to hold me accountable. Judgmentalism just doesn't wear very well. It certainly doesn't carry with it the aroma of Christ. Plus, it's a job that's too big for any of us.

The Toughest Commandment

Undoubtedly, Jesus challenges us to a lifestyle that is clearly different from the norm. It is a lifestyle in which pretention and looking right and acting right mean little. He challenges our hearts!

Nowhere is this clearer than in what I consider to be Jesus' toughest commandment. Here it is: "Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you." And he's not talking about us saying we love Al Queda terrorists who are thousands of miles away. He's talking about that person who has gossiped about your children. He's talking about the boss who has it out for you. He's talking about that church member who sees it as his purpose in life to criticize you each week. He's talking about that coworker who will stop short of nothing to pass you up.

Love them? It is the most unnatural thing a person can do.

Jesus goes on to say we should bless those who curse us and pray for those who mistreat us. And here is the clincher: "If you love those who love you what credit is that to you?" That is natural.

Jesus has not called us to be natural. If that were the case, we would not need him. No, he has called us to be supernatural, because we are powered by that which is supernatural -- the Holy Spirit. To continue to live "naturally" is to deny him the controlling influence in our lives.

Fortunately, when Jesus tells us to love our enemies he is not saying that we should have a pleasant feeling about them. Rather, he is calling us to make a decision of the will -- a decision to do what is in their best interests. It's a decision to see that person as God seems them: An individual who is in need of redemption. That, by the way, puts them on the same level as us. Ouch!

Being Comfortable is Suddenly Uncomfortable

It's a line that comes up regularly in conversations about money. In America, it even carries with it a sense of humility. Someone says, "I would love to have a large house on the lake." Someone else says, "I'd love to drive a Beemer." Then comes the line: "Well, I just want to be comfortable."

And I do too! But then this morning I read Luke's version of the Beatitudes (Luke 6), and once again Jesus' Kingdom principles turn me upside down. Jesus issues blessings and woes. One list contains those who are rich, well-fed, laughing, and well-spoken of. The other list contains those who are poor, hungry, weeping, hated, excluded and insulted. The 1st list sounds like the American dream. The 2nd list sounds like a loser.

Guess which one Jesus blesses and which one he issues woes to? You know, the more time I spend thinking about it, the more radical this Kingdom living gets. I just hope I can get it.

He Chose Me!

I can still remember the feeling in my gut when we would get together as kids to play a team sport. Captains would be selected. Then came the chosing of teams. I was generally a fairly-early draft choice. But being that I could never shoot well, I would usually be one of the last chosen for basketball.

It's like it was yesterday. Eyes fixed on the ground. Glancing up every once in a while to see who was still left. "Surely I'll get picked before Chuck." Next pick: Chuck. Argh!

Luke's account of the chosing of the 12 apostles is interesting. Luke says that one morning, Jesus called his disciples together. I wonder how many people were there? Luke doesn't tell us. But from that group, Jesus picks 12 of them to be "designated apostles" (Luke 6: 13).

I wonder how it felt to be in love with Jesus and ready to follow him, but not to have been picked. I wonder if anyone pouted and left him because he had "slighted" them. I wonder if any feelings were hurt that day.

But on the other side of the coin, think what it felt like for those 12 who were chosen. They must have felt wonderful. Of course, they had no idea what being chosen would end up costing them. Yet in the glow of the moment, WOW!

And consider as Jesus made his selections. They are listed for us in Luke 6: 14-16. When it came to that #12 pick, Jesus looked over those who were left and his eyes settled on Judas Iscariot. Would Julius Caesar have picked Brutus to be his right-hand man had he known the future? Surely not. But Jesus knew the future. Yet he picked the man who would betray him -- and for three years, treated him with all of the kindness and respect that he did the others.

For those who are in Christ, listen to Paul's words in Ephesians 1: 3-5: "he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight . . . adopted as his sons." Chosen! It's a wonderful feeling!

Who Made Up These Rules?

When I was growing up in the church, I remember being told that you could not pass out the Lord's Supper unless you were wearing a tie. I also heard people say that preachers should only wear black suits. And, of course, they had to preach from the King James Version. After all, it does say it is the Authorized Version (that is, it was authorized by King James -- not by God).

Also, in many churches -- women had to wear dresses on Sunday morning and men had to wear suits. But on Sunday night, the rules changed. And on Wednesday nights, they changed again!

Further, there was no dancing and no drinking. Men's hair had to be short. Beards were frowned upon. Jesus was not born on December 25th, so we joined the atheists in not mentioning him during Christmas season. We just partook in the materialism of Christmas.

Rules, rules rules. Everywhere you turned -- more rules. Unwritten rules -- from the folks who "speak where the Bible speaks and are silent where the Bible is silent." Someone trying to come into the church had to walk on eggshells because they might break a rule. And if you broke one, there was sure to be a stern-faced brother or sister who would be quick to let you know that you were not "sound."

Just goes to show that the more things change, the more they remain the same. In Luke 6, Jesus is confronted by the religious leaders of his day. They were accusing Jesus of violating Scripture for doing things that were not addressed in Scripture. Like plucking grain to eat on the Sabbath. Or healing a man with a shriveled hand on the Sabbath.

Jesus asked them (v. 9), "which is lawful on the Sabbath: to do good or to do evil, to save life or to destroy it?" He confronted them in their arrogant religiousity. The result is that these men who wanted to be so prim and proper began plotting to murder him. How ironic!

Understand: God has certainly given his children rules by which to live. But when we get his rules and our own rules confused -- the products are not pretty.

Those Were The Days

"no one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the new wine will burst the skins, the wine will run out and the wineskings will be ruined. No, new wine must be poured into new wineskins. And no one after drinking the old wine wants the new, for he says, "The old is better.'" (Luke 5: 37-38)

"I wish we could go back to the way this country was in the 50's!" I hear statements like that a lot. Our minds have an incredible ability to be selective about what we remember. Sure, some things were better back then. Abortion wasn't much of an issue. And movies and TV weren't so saturated with things not fit for Christian eyes and ears. Gay rights? Back then, that referred to our right as Americans to be happy.

We do the same thing in the church. Folks in my tradition are fond of saying, "I sure wish we could go back to the 'good-ole days.' You know -- like back in the 60's when we were the fastest growing religious body in America." True. But how about our sectarian spirit that led to a fortress mentality? And how about our lack of mercy to those who were "sinners." And how about the splits over such crucial issues as kitchens in the building, songbooks, bible classes, whether we can pool our resources to support the fatherless, etc, etc, etc. And don't forget racism -- of which we in the church stand tried and convicted.

I think what Jesus is saying is that the good-ole days are like some of my flannel pants I wear around the house. They have been worn so long that they are soft and comfortable. But they are also threadbare -- and may soon have to be replaced. And there is a discomfort associated with the new. It takes some getting used to. We have to adjust our habits and our thinking. We have to stretch ourselves.

What the past holds is nice for reminiscing and for learning lessons from. But what the future holds is challenging and full of potential. It's in the new that we are stretched. It's in the new that we grow.