Thursday, December 1, 2016

Home is where the heart is

Being without a home, a place to come back to at the end of a day of labor, a place to hide away from all of life’s threats and challenges, is a hard thing. A scary thing.

When confronted with eviction, even the demons begged not to be made homeless (Matthew 8:31). To them, the entrails of living pigs was a better fate than the wilderness.

In the Old Testament, being homeless was a curse, a punishment. Lamentations 1:7 sorrowfully declares, “During the days of her affliction and homelessness Jerusalem remembers all her precious belongings that were hers in days of old. When her people fell into the adversary’s hand, she had no one to help. The adversaries looked at her, laughing over her downfall” (HCSB).

And yet, Paul and other early messengers of the Gospel were, essentially, homeless, traveling ceaselessly, depending upon the kindnesses of fellow believers, sharing all they knew about Jesus with all they met. It was a hard life (1 Corinthians 4).

And yet, there was joy in the journey. Joy in the message. Joy in the hardship. There was a freedom in earthly homelessness that allowed them to never lose sight of their real home.

Walking the earth as strangers, aliens, (1 Peter 2:11) recognizing that, as believers, our true citizenship is in heaven (Philippians 3:20), allows us to hold lightly to transitory stuff. Even our homes.

Having a place of our own is a good thing, but must not be an obsessive thing. Insisting on being given a new home in Pork Place did not work out well for the demons. We would do well to avoid their error.

Where our heart is, there also is our home. Earth is not it (Hebrews 13:14). Here, we are truly homeless, but always in His care.



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In a sense, Mary and Joseph were homeless for a season. Jesus was not born into a house. yet together, they all made a home. Do you feel at home where you are? Have you ever been homeless or nearly so? Share your thoughts and experiences in the comments!

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Shooting blanks


My dad was a teaser. All my childhood foibles were fodder for his jest. I wanted ammunition of my own. I went to my grandmother and asked, “Tell me something my dad did as a kid.” She laughed and told a story.

They lived on a farm, where, among other things, they planted corn by hand. Dad got tired of planting one day, but still had seed left. He dumped it all in a hole at the edge of the field, went to the house and declared he was done! In a few weeks his indiscretion was visible to everyone. He got a whoopin’ for that one. Finally, I had something on him.

Satan, the enemy of our soul, is looking for ammunition to use against us, too. And not in a playful way. We are warned, “Be careful! Watch out for attacks from the Devil, your great enemy. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for some victim to devour,” (1 Peter 5:8, NLT).

Satan’s goal is not to tease, but to steal, kill, and destroy (John 10:10). But through vigilance and repentance, his accusations are meaningless. We are more than conquerors (Romans 8:37)!

Through daily prayer, Bible reading, and repentance, your soul can be safe.


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Thursday, November 24, 2016

A boy after his father's own hand

On the road again

Growing up, my family frequently took the once traditional driving vacation in summer. The four of us—me, mom, dad, sis—loaded into the Olds and took off across the country. Each year we went the same direction—away.

Since the car didn’t have A/C we looked forward to stopping at a Stuckey’s or any other tourist trap site to cool off and de-stickify ourselves. And every motel we stayed in had to have a pool—that was my requirement.

The thrill of the chill

One summer we stopped to explore the wonders of a cavern called Cave of the Winds located in Manitou Springs, Colorado. The signs promised that “whatever the temperature outside, it’s always a comfortable 54 degrees inside.”

When you’re inside a car with vinyl upholstery, no air conditioning, two kids who love to pick on each other, and it’s 80+ outside, dad didn’t need to use curiosity as an excuse to stop. The promise of time spent in the cool got everyone’s attention.

The tour was cool, totally cool, taking us deep into the heart of the earth. The huge rising stalagmites and hanging stalactites were awesome, especially as they were enhanced by colorful and dramatic lighting. Every twist and turn of the path brought appreciative ooohs and aaahs.

Going dark

At one point during the tour, to give us a full appreciation of how dark a cave really was, the lights were turned off. We were instructed to take the hands of companions, parents, and children, and not to move an inch. The lights went out and it truly was The Big Dark!

Being the proud little man that I was, I pulled free of dad’s hand to scratch my nose and shift my feet a bit, turning around trying to see in the darkness—just for a second. I was brave—just for second. Then I reached for the comfort of a hand again.

When the lights came on I quickly sensed something was wrong.

Foolish & fearful

I was horrified to discover that I wasn’t holding my dad’s hand. It was the hand of a stranger and dad was nowhere immediately visible.

Actually, he was only a few feet away—but there were a lot of other feet, legs, and adult bodies towering all round  me and I was only about four feet tall! To me, a wee kid, he may as well have been eons away.

That moment—and it was in reality only a moment before dad reclaimed me—gave rise to terror, confusion, bewilderment, remorse, regret, and a rush of other emotions. I was stunned that my momentary letting go of dad’s hand had put me at terrible risk and at such distance from him so quickly.

Considering David

David, the author of many of the Psalms and who spent some time in caves, is a fascinating biblical character for a lot of reasons. What I find most amazing is what’s said of him by God: “After removing Saul, [God] made David their king. [God] testified concerning him: ‘I have found David son of Jesse a man after my own heart; he will do everything I want him to do.’” (Acts 13:20-22).

God says David is “a man after my own heart; he will do everything I want him to do.” Does that mean David never made a mistake? Not at all.

We’ve got nearly the whole scoop on his failures and misdeeds in the Old Testament. David did all God wanted him to do, and a few things He didn’t. Some of those things were tragic. Yet, through it all, David still was a man after God’s own heart.

As a deer pants after the water, so David’s soul longed and sought after God relentlessly, through success and failure, through blessings and woes. So it should be with us and our relationship to our heavenly Father.

The challenge of choices

How many times each day throughout our busy weeks and months do we play the proud Prodigal and do our own “brave” thing?

Each decision—insignificant or momentous—gives us the opportunity to hang on to God’s hand in utter dependence, or let go and go our own way to never good consequences. If we let go, when we come to our senses, the distance between us and God feels like a boundless chasm of guilt, shame, and regret. Yet, the reality is that He never is very far away at all.

Going through life can be like walking through an unfamiliar room lit with a strobe light—with the lights constantly turning on and off. We confront people and situations which bring both darkness and light in rapid succession. It can be disorienting and exhausting.

Our ultimate goal is to get from one side of the room to the other in one piece—to move through our lives holy and preserved. But there are a gazillion unseen hazards seeking our hurt.

The constant and disorienting moving from light to dark to light to dark forces us to press on in faith because we can’t always see clearly where we’re going or what’s in front of us.

A constant state of recovery

As with David, our hearts long after and draw us toward God, yet there are moments our self lets go of His hand and we do those things He never intended for us to do. We end up standing in the dark holding the wrong hand.

In the cave, when the lights came up and I realized my situation, you could say that I became a boy hard after my dad’s own hand! While in my tiny act of rebellious independence I’d let go, I was still my father’s son and coveted his protection and care.

My hand was in another’s, but my heart belonged to my dad. So it is even now. Our lives become flawed by sin, yet we’re still people after God’s own heart. The stains of sin are not indelible when washed in His blood.

With Paul, we can say, “I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of [perfection]. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 3:13-14).

God is loving, faithful, and patient. When we pull away, He’ll let us go. When we wake up to our folly, His hand is always right there, open, reaching toward us. But better yet, why even pull away at all?

There’s nothing wimpy about dependence on God. Real men and women aren’t afraid to be seen holding His hand tightly. Are you?

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Can you relate? Do you sometimes let go of God’s hand and turn your own way (see Isaiah 53:6)? How does it feel when you’re in the dark? When the light dawns again, do you feel immediately close to God or does it take some time? Please share you experiences and thoughts in the comments!

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

We need each other


Every encounter with a friend is an opportunity to be blessed and be a blessing. Being visited by a friend is a validation. The very act of them coming to see you speaks of their love and care for you. When they come seeking comfort, it’s an opportunity to reflect love and care back to them.

While living alone some years ago, from time to time, a friend who lived a few hours out of town would ask to spend the night at my place. He sometimes had very early meetings following a late night of work. But it made no difference how late he arrived, we always spent 2 to 3 hours talking. One of us was always in need of a little encouragement.

Each visit yielded new spiritual strength and refreshed faith. Yet, all that was taking place was two friends talking about ordinary life stuff. Yet those late hours of sharing are priceless treasures in my bank of memories.

Paul  shared, “One of the things I always pray for is the opportunity, God willing, to come at last to see you. For I long to visit you so I can share a spiritual blessing with you that will help you grow strong in the Lord. I’m eager to encourage you in your faith, but I also want to be encouraged by yours. In this way, each of us will be a blessing to the other” (Romans 1:10-12, NLT).

Every encounter with another person is an opportunity to have your faith encouraged, as well as for you to offer encouragement.


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Who are your reliable friends? Do you get together often or rarely? Was there a time in your life when you had great friendships? Bad friendships? How are you a friend to others? Share your experiences  and thoughts in the comments!

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Monday, November 21, 2016

Thankful (#PoetryMonday*)

We have bent the day
to meet our needs
of enjoying a feast of obligation
giving due where due is due,
thanking him and her and the great
Other.
         Oh, mother! May I have the
leg before Uncle Ted begs it away?
We tussle and grin and murmur
to ourselves or the one ally we
bribe our way with candy or a
coin.
       Stuffed, lazy, dull-eyed and
done, we fall into piles among
the furniture. A lucky two or few
find empty beds and snuggle with
coats and throws and an excess
of pillows and shams and,
if truly lucky, a cat.
                              There is a
game on that goes unwatched
except when the crowd roars.
There is a movie playing telling
the tale of an older, gentler time.
There will be tears at the end.
And then there is pie and coffee
and cookies and a sweeter feast
than will ever be until about
one month more.
                            Christmas
is next. But now, we bow our heads
and say grace upon grace for this
moment, this time, this place
where we are together again,
mindful, thankful, unreasonably
blessed in this holy mess of our
eternal neediness.
                              Amen and amen.





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* Its PoMo! To learn about PoMo (POetry MOnday), click here. What happens in your house in Thanksgiving? Any of what is shared in this poem feel familiar? Please share your experiences and memories in the comments!

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Love is a wonderful thing, but what do you mean exactly? [Review]

The old Beatles tune proclaims, “Love is all you need.” Hamilton's Lin-Manuel Miranda declared, “Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love...,” as he accepted his Tony award. And in his new book, The Great Spiritual Migration (Convergent), Brian McLaren declares that he left the church and his pastorate because he “wanted and needed a church who would help me live a life of love, with as little distraction as possible.”

All this sounds great, right?

I’m all for love. In fact, I often quote 1 Corinthians 13 in part or in whole to make a variety of points. Most recently highlighting the first part of verse seven that, in the NIV, states, “[Love] always protects....” because there are many in the world who need protecting.

Most importantly, 1 Corinthians 13 offers a lot of content defining key aspects of love, a love you can believe in.

Of course, advocating for love requires that what you mean by “love” is defined. Especially given the fluidity of the English language and how casually we toss the term around to identify our favor of just about anything.

There are many who “love” to do things that are considered cruelty and felonies. We love our pets. We love ice cream. We especially love specific flavors of ice cream. We love a certain type of music, a sunset, a particular fabric softener, a scene from a movie, a special book, a favorite author, our car, our spouse, our guns, our nation, and on and on the list of loves goes. God may even be on it.

Clearly, Miranda was wrong because, if we’re honest, love is not love is not love is not love. There’s a lot of qualifying required.

And this gets to the heart of the problem I have with McLaren’s book. He votes for love in faith yet wants to toss out any system of belief behind faith. He tries to claim that love is the true Jesus-inspired content of faith, and that beliefs (doctrine, theology, etc.) are not needed.

He states, “What would it mean for Christians to rediscover their faith not as a problematic system of beliefs but as a just and generous way of life, rooted in contemplation and expressed in compassion?”

How do you know what generous is? What are you contemplating? What does compassion look like? All of these require definition to be meaningful and purposeful.

Otherwise all that’s left is an empty, ambiguous, content-less “thing” that you slap the “love” label on and hope for the best. Without the defining of beliefs, love becomes meaningless.

I don’t think that’s what McLaren is aiming for, but it’s what his book, generally speaking, offers.

Even Jesus declared that to be true to Him we need to believe in Him, and faith comes from hearing the content of belief.

Having heard about McLaren over the years, when I was given the opportunity to review his book, I thought why not. He’s a key driver behind what is referred to as the Emerging Church. Or is it Emergent? Some say they’re the same, some say they’re different. I say however you label it, what McLaren is touting is not biblical.

Sure, he makes some valid points about the problems you’ll find in Christianity, past and present. There’s nothing new here. And the problems he points to are not expressions borne out of deep-seated theological errors in the accepted orthodoxy of belief. But rather they are the erroneous expressions of sinful people applying orthodoxy in anti-orthodox ways. They are the result of good people doing bad things even despite holding good beliefs.

The bottom line is that McLaren seems to want to throw the baby out with the bathwater, yet he does like the tub. By that I mean he likes some of the trappings if Christianity, such as gathering together in what most of us call a church.

In fact, he explains he knows he needs others around him to help him live his life of love. He says, “I felt that without a community and regular gatherings to help me, I could too easily drift, too easily shift into autopilot, too easily stagnate and sour.”

Okay, that’s nice. But I wondered, “Drift from what?” If you scuttle beliefs then to what are you moored? You can say you’re moored to God, but even then the god to whom you claim to cling needs the substance of definition, or otherwise it’s an empty word rather than a saving Creator.

Having not read anything else by McLaren, I did a search on what others have said. There’s a book he wrote in 2010 titled A New Kind of Christianity: Ten Questions That Are Transforming the Faith. A review of that book written by Scot McKnight and published in Christianity Today opens stating, “Brian McLaren has grown tired of evangelicalism. In turn, many evangelicals are wearied with Brian. His most recent book... must be understood as his latest iteration of a project of deconstructing the old and reconstructing a new kind of Christian faith.”

This new book has the same feel. In fact, reading the rest of McKnight’s review, much of what he said about McLaren’s older book I thought about his newer book. So if you want a deeper analysis by someone who’s a theologian (which I’m not), go read Scot’s review.

The sense I got reading McLaren’s new book is the sense I’ve gotten from reading a few others from “leading” Christians who have become disillusioned with the church and their faith. They’re in a “rich young ruler” kind of limbo. They want to the favor of God and the joys of the faith, but not the hard, prickly stuff that goes along with it. They want to feel good, and do good, and let this define them into being good, or rather, holy and heaven worthy. All on their terms, of course.

The idea of, “Let’s just be loving and not worry about what we believe that means,” doesn’t work. It’s a rejection of both the milk and the meat of God’s Word and an embracing of an empty faith that really is not faith.

There are several other issues with McLaren’s book. One huge issue is the way he lumps Jesus in as just another founder of a religion, a view that denies His divinity. Given this fundamental error it’s understandable that so much of McLaren’s thinking goes awry.

I don’t recommend this book for anyone beyond those who, like me, were curious about McLaren and his thought. There’s nothing new here, and definitely no compelling case to “migrate” away from orthodox Christianity.

My caution would be that if you do read it, don’t be sucked in. The truth is that love is not love is not love. Only Jesus is true Love and He’s the One worth believing in. The only “better” way to be Christian is the way Christ exampled and advocated and His disciples taught and captured in Scripture.

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NOTE: To comply with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: I selected this book to review and received it free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.


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Are you a fan of McLaren? Why or why not? If you adhere to a life of love that’s not connected to beliefs or faith or church, how do you define “love”? Please share your thoughts in the comments!

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Hurt, conflict, anger


Life hurts, people make us mad, conflicts and anger ensue as we struggle to avoid pain. But the path around a dilemma is frequently not in avoidance or pain reduction.

God delivers the gift of a trial to us and the correct response could be – are you ready for this? – to embrace it. To tough it out joyfully, sharing the pain with no one but Him as you wait for His deliverance, even if it never comes on your terms.

Mining the depths of hurt and anger with tools given through the Holy Spirit can yield the most precious jewels. These are the gems of experience, maturity, and wisdom with which He adorns your life as He quietly heals the hurts.

When they come, if all you do is struggle against troubles, you may miss the opportunity to grow and be strengthened in grace and mercy. In fact, you just may miss Him.

The Bible advises, “Don’t sin by letting anger gain control over you. Think about it overnight and remain silent” (Psalm 4:4, New Living Translation).

God walks with you through troubles and joys.


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Friday, November 11, 2016

Shock & joy: When things just don’t go our way, or, America & the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad election

Losing hurts. 

In the fall of 1972, I was a junior in college, frustrated with the Vietnam War, and growing increasingly leery of the then President Nixon. I was not a politically minded person at all, but I felt compelled to take a closer look at things.

The upshot was that this conservative Pentecostal Hoosier hayseed who grew up in a Republican home became attracted to George McGovern. Gasp!

Looking back, I guess in some ways he was the Bernie of the times. I wasn’t completely comfortable with everything he stood for, but instinctively knew our country needed a change from what we had.

I got involved on our small Christian campus with the brave, the few, the proud who were rooting for George. My family would not be pleased, but hey, I was in Missouri and they were way back in Indiana. Plus my involvement was mostly in stealth mode.

Sadly, through a series of fumbles, McGovern’s star faded and Nixon headed into a second term. A term that, despite some bright points, ended disastrously. Which was kind of the way I felt about my first venture into political involvement.

While the results of the ‘72 race were disappointing, the lesson I learned was to keep an open mind and think outside the party. In other words, instead of voting a straight ticket, I discovered that the better choices may be one from column A, two from column B, and maybe even a couple from column C.

Evil is as evil does, lesser or not

Since then, while I’m no political savant, I’ve tried to become a little more politically savvy. Sorting through the hubbub isn’t easy but it is worthwhile. Sometimes the candidates I like win, often they don’t. In the Presidential category, the best choices seldom make it past the primaries. 

When the primaries throw up a “nope and noper” and the third-party options are “meh,” choosing one to vote for is not fun. It’s not always so much choosing a “lesser evil” because often they aren’t really evil. It’s a matter of choosing the lesser “nope.”

This year, however, for me, both major party choices were beyond “nope,” beyond merely “bad,” and registered on the political “evil” scale. 

Of course, by evil I don’t mean like a Hitler or a terrorist or kale or a serial killer are evil. It’s more along the lines of a serious lack of integrity, major character flaws, exhibiting horrendous judgment, showing clear signs of bigotry or arrogance, activity that borders on or leaks into illegal, or other “bad fruit.”

The two major party candidates that survived the primaries this year bore “bad fruit” by the bushels full. The leading third-partiers were just mushy and generally unpalatable. That is, until Evan McMullin got into the game late. He showed promise.

The bottom-line was that I could not vote for either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton. Instead, I decided to write-in in someone else, and did. Basically that means that once the primaries were done, no matter who won the election, all I had to look forward to was disappointment.

Still, while I was and am frustrated (and probably will be for some time), I am not in despair and do not feel utterly helpless. I am discouraged and disappointed. I’m disappointed in my fellow Christians who chose to support Clinton, and especially those who chose to support Trump. It’s disheartening and baffling at the same time. But, I will not lose faith or hope.

Come on people now, smile on your brother (& sister)

In my lifetime, I have survived 11 presidents and am now gearing up for number 12. They are Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush, Obama, and now Trump. 

Reading that list I’m sure you will have your reactions to each one. Ones I’m fine with you may hate, and vice versa. That’s the way it goes for those of us who are citizens of these United States. You and I don’t always get what we want. One of us will always be disappointed.

This year, in this Presidential election, once the primaries ended, there was no way I was going to get what I wanted, short of a miracle. That said, all I can do is live with what we now have. And I have to do that within the boundaries of my biblical worldview.

That worldview tells me this is not “the end” and we can get through this together. If we choose to do so. Of course, on all sides, it will require grace, forgiveness, patience, forbearance, love, and several truckloads of kindness.

To those who are on the “winning” side experiencing joy, please be patient with those on the “losing” side. The margin that has put you where you are is very slim and there’s little to gloat over. So, be patient as those who did not get what they’d hoped for vent, process, and mourn their loss. This was a long hard nasty ordeal and there’s no switch that can be flipped to just simply turn off the pain of loss. It’s going to take some much deserved time before healing can begin.

To those who are on the “losing” side experiencing shock
, I ask the same with some tweaks. Don’t let anger, hate, rage, despair, and all the dark emotions of life devour you. Cry it out and take the time you need to resettle your heart and mind. And then come back to fight the good fight some more. But fight it with love in your heart, not resentment. We need you at your best.

We have all been here before

As I said earlier, it was heartbreaking when McGovern lost. When Nixon fell, that hurt, too. But I survived and so did the country. Hopefully, some things got better.

America is a big wacky dysfunctional family. Every four years it’s like trying to get everyone to come home for Thanksgiving dinner and then maintaining peace at the table. It doesn’t always go so well. But, for better or for worse, we’re still family. 

For those of us who are Christians, that image of family should give us pause when we feel like lashing out at fellow believers. And the example of Christ should give us pause when we feel like lashing out at those who are not believers like us.

Losing hurts, but it does get better. Hate is not a good option. There’s still a lot of good work to be done. Perhaps that’s where we should channel our energies, regardless of who is or isn’t in the White House.

Things may be bad, but I don’t want to do anything that will make them worse. I want to move forward in hope. What about you?



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Are you experiencing shock or joy or something else? If joy, do you believe you can be tolerant and forgiving toward those in shock? If shock, do you believe you can be tolerant and forgiving toward those feeling joy? Why or why not? What ideas do you have for bringing healing and unity? Please share your thoughts and feelings and wisdom in the comments! 

Oh, and feel free to identify the references to certain songs if you caught them ;-)



Thursday, November 10, 2016

The Bible, politics, sermons & poetry: We need poetry to make America great again!

Poetry is important. We are surrounded by poetry. It’s in the music we listen to (especially if you listen to Bob Dylan or Leonard Cohen). It shows up on TV and at the movies. After all, “Poems are among us | seeking to make us fully | human” (see Anti-Pods). Poetry permeates our lives.

This is especially true if you read the Bible. More than 8500 verses or around 27% of the Bible is poetry. Job, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and Song of Solomon are all poetry. Only seven Bible books contain no poetry. One-third or so of the entire Old Testament and many of the narratives and informational/doctrinal sections of the Bible  are written in a poetic style.

The Bible opens poetically, majestically, “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” No, it doesn’t rhyme, but it is poetic. Why? Because it’s a huge idea. An enormous reality condensed and distilled into a few simple words. Those words hit the mind and explode the imagination.

Later, the Apostle John opens his gospel, retelling the creation story in five succinct verses that many Bible translations, such as the New Living Translation, layout in poetic form:
In the beginning the Word already existed.
    The Word was with God,
    and the Word was God.
He existed in the beginning with God.
God created everything through him,
    and nothing was created except through him.
The Word gave life to everything that was created,
    and his life brought light to everyone.
The light shines in the darkness,
    and the darkness can never extinguish it.
Even though there are substantially more words than in that first verse of Genesis 1, it is massive meaning packed into a small message.

This is what poetry is. Big ideas, big meanings, big experiences, a big sense of wonder finely wrought. Kind of like us. Poetry is in our DNA.

God is a creative being and expresses His creativity in mysterious and wonderful ways. Just look in the mirror! Poetry is His voice singing to us, His best Creation. And when we write poetry, we are exhibiting and expressing His Spirit-enlivened image in us.

When I write poetry my intention is to make it accessible and inspiring. To take what is considered mundane and reveal it’s hidden awesomeness. To write what connects with the heart and lifts up the imagination. Or, as John Ciardi put it, “The concern is not to arrive at a definition and to close the book, but to arrive at an experience.” And, that, in some way, always points to the Creator behind the creation.

Like a good sermon, a good poem brings forward the meaning intended by the writer, but also leaves room for the Spirit to activate deeper and personally unique meanings in the minds of the recipients. A good poem, like a good sermon, embeds truth deep into the heart.

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We could have used more poetry in our 2016 politics. In 1985, Mario Cuomo claimed of political campaigns, “You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.” Sadly, most of the recent campaigning has consisted of petty insults, whining, profanity, obscenity -- generally scabrous speech not fit as poetry or comprehensible communication. And when it comes to governing? Forget about it. Good prose connects people. There’s little good about what’s happening in our government or our daily discourse. Even without factoring Trump into the scene.

We need more poetry. Once upon a time, we were a country of great poets. Whitman, Eliot, Auden, Frost, cummings, Sandburg, and so many more. Those poets inspired our statesmen to high ideals and a better vision for moving our country forward. Now? Well, not so much. There are still great poets, but no one is listening to them. That’s just, as one candidate recently liked to quip, “Wrong.”

America has been and should be better than the candidates the electoral process throws up. We are a nation created from great ideas expressed through poetic and uplifting language. We need to reclaim this positive founding spirit. Perhaps, through poetry, we can make America great again!

Poetry lifts up, inspires, expands vision, opens new channels of imagination. Write your own. We need more poetry to make America truly great again!.


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Do you like poetry? What do you like or not like about poetry? If you don’t like poetry, but read the Bible, do you have problems understanding or relating to the parts that are poetry? Who are some of your favorite poets? What is your favorite poem? Did you encounter any poetry in this election season? Please share your thoughts -- and your poems -- in the comments!

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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

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Snakes & warts

 

When I was about 8 or 9 or so, our church held a revival. Revivals were pretty common throughout the year in my little church.

During this revival, we were being especially challenged to believe God for healing. I had an ugly wart on one of my fingers. It was embarrassing. Kids made fun of it.

The daily applications of wart remover weren’t doing the trick. I wanted it gone.

My mother encouraged me to go up for prayer with the evangelist. He took me aside, heard my heart’s cry, and we prayed. The next day it was still there. I went up again. The evangelist encouraged me saying, “Sometimes you just have to keep believing and praying.”

“How long?” I asked.

“As long as it takes!” he replied.

After about the third night of prayer, the wart vanished. I knew God had healed me because we had stopped using the wart remover. I was amazed and learned perseverance in faith.

If at first you don’t receive, pray again. And again.

After all, “You fathers—if your children ask for a fish, do you give them a snake instead?” (Luke 11:11, NLT).



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Do you believe prayer changes things or that prayer changes you? Have there been issues in your life that you prayed about and you feel the prayer wasn’t answered? Did you stop praying about it? Have you received answers to prayer? Share your thoughts and experiences in the comments!

NOTE: For the past and for the next several weeks, Tuesday’s post will be a brief two-minute devotional. Think, “Tuesday Two-Minute Devotional” or “Two-Minute Tuesdays or something  along those lines. ;-)

Monday, November 7, 2016

How I'm deciding for whom to vote: It's in your hands, neighbors!


It’s been a long nightmare -- uh, I mean process -- that takes a new direction tomorrow. No, it won’t end, it will just get weirder no matter who wins.

Deciding who to vote for has not been easy. There are so many, mostly very obnoxious voices declaring which candidate is the best choice. Particularly among those claiming to be Christian voices.

The arguments for supporting a certain candidate -- who will not be named -- have been outrageous, insulting, demeaning, increasingly hysterical and desperate, and always incredibly convoluted.

Yet none have been especially convincing. And not very Christian.

The other, allegedly one of only two viable choices, is not appealing either. At all.

While there are third party and write-in choices that are more than palatable, I’m told in no uncertain terms that a vote for one of them is a vote for the devil and I’ll have hell to pay.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Great balls of fire! Holy change is a-comin’!

It's amusing to watch Christians just say no to change by invoking the Holy Spirit.

“Well, that sounds like a good idea,” Brother This-is-how-we’ve-always-done-it intones, “I guess.  But we need to be sensitive to the Holy Spirit’s guidance before we rush into anything new.”

“Amen!” enthuses Sister Longtime-in-the-way.

The great irony of stonewalling change by pointing to the Holy Spirit is that the Holy Spirit is the greatest, all-time, radical change agent.

When the Holy Spirit blows in, nothing remains the same. Nothing.

Paul, describing the transformative power of the Holy Spirit says, “Behold, the old is gone. All things are new!”

All things. New.

I’m guessing that the appeal to the Holy Spirit as a block to change comes from a misunderstanding as to what we're dealing with. Or rather, Who we're dealing with.

The Holy Spirit is not an “it” or a feeling or a shot of spiritual caffeine.

The Holy Spirit is a person. He is one of the big three-in-one. Remember the Trinity? You know, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit?

A lot of Christians, as they settle into their sedate Christian walk, begin to view the Holy Spirit as some kind of gentle giant. A nice “force” to be with you as you journey through life. A sweet secret prayer language. A spiritual lucky rabbit’s foot in your pocket. A subtle suggestion from the proverbial good angel on your shoulder. A feeling or twinge of conscience to keep you on the straight and narrow.

All of these ideas are wrong.

When the Holy Spirit was first officially ushered into the lives of believers, there was nothing gentle or subtle about the event. Go read Acts 2. It went down like this:

  • First, there was the sound of a mighty -- violent -- rushing wind. There was nothing gentle or breezy about it. Think tornado.
     
  • Next, balls of fire that appeared as tongues landed on everyone’s head. Great balls of fire! On their heads!
     
  • Then, they all began speaking in foreign languages -- languages they were not schooled in and did not speak before this.* They were apparently a little loud, too, as people around the neighborhood came running to see what was happening. A lot of people.
     
  •  Finally, empowered with this freshly poured out Spirit, Peter preaches a powerful sermon that cuts the hearers to the quick with conviction -- it splits their hearts wide open. As a result, about 3,000 of these bystanders became believers. Three thousand! And nothing has been the same since.
     
So, the next time a new idea pops up in church, you may not want to defend against the change being proposed by suggesting everyone checks in with the Holy Spirit first. You may get exactly what you don’t want and weren’t expecting.

In fact, if you’re sensing the need for change in your life, in your church, or in your world, the best thing you can do is invoke the Holy Spirit.

Change will come. In a really big way. Because the Holy Spirit is a really big, really noisy, really powerful Guy.


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What’s new with you? Anything? What about in your church? Do you believe the Holy Spirit is active in a church or a life where nothing new happens? How do you view the Holy Spirit? How do you engage with the Holy Spirit in your daily Christian walk? Please share your thoughts and differing opinions in the comments!

* Some will argue that the speakers all spoke in their own languages and those hearing heard in their own languages. That doesn’t dampen the power that was present. Regardless of how it happened, it was a very big, very radical deal.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

It's a hard knock life


“Life is difficult.” So begins the bestseller, The Road Less Traveled by M. Scott Peck. Once the teen years slip behind us, the reality that life doesn’t always go the way we anticipated becomes increasingly clearer.

My ideal was to grow up, marry once, get rich, have a wonderful life. I am enjoying a good life with a wonderful family, but the path has been bumpy. There were some big potholes. Once the pain of each fresh tragedy has dissipated with time and prayer I’ve learned to say,“So what?”

So what if from time to time my life has been sideswiped by someone else’s hurtful choices or my own willful detours? Who hasn’t suffered, or caused suffering? The bigger truth is that life is not one dimensional. On the flip side of sorrow, loss, and failure there is joy, success, and fulfillment.

All that comes into my life is a gift from God. The negatives teach me how to better appreciate the positives.

The Psalmist puts it like this: “You have allowed me to suffer much hardship, but you will restore me to life again and lift me up from the depths of the earth” (Psalm 71:20, NLT).

Kind of like new growth in a burned out forest. It all comes back eventually.

The bottom-line is, even when life hurts, God is always good.


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How have you handled the hard knocks of life? Do you continue to carry the pain of the past or do you look forward toward a better tomorrow? Share your thoughts in the comments!

NOTE: For the past and for the next several weeks, Tuesday’s post will be a brief two-minute devotional. Think, “Tuesday Two-Minute Devotional” or “Two-Minute Tuesdays or something  along those lines. ;-)

Monday, October 31, 2016

Rounds (#PoetryMonday*)

The sun fails suddenly
Beyond the standard horizon
Springing dark upon us
Like a trap.
The moon comes out
And pokes around among the stars,
Glowering and full,
As haggard streaks of clouds race
Insanely across the foreboding apparition.
Quietly, we put on the masks,
Bringing our fears to the surface
In these horrific plastic expressions.
Bravely we clench our paper bags
And go out into this crazy
Halloween night.
Miniature spirits, imps, wildlings
Of questionable nature.
Friend or foe? Fearsome or funny?
Solemnly we collect
Our various booty with some risk,
Making the rounds of the neighborhood,
And tracing our small anger on the windows
Dark and empty against us
With crayons of pure soap.
Then race home through the whirling leaves
Scared silly and laughing, anxious to
Eat the treats and tell the tales
Of our treacherous tricks
And the stalking goblins
Sifting through the shadows, at our heels.







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* Its PoMo! To learn about PoMo (POetry MOnday), click here. This one is from my only collection of poetry, “The Godtouch. (Repost: Originally posted on October 21, 2013.)

This is a not so scary poem about Halloween in a more innocent, less bloody time, when scared silly was just that; more silly than scared. Frankly, I abhor the boundless horror that has attached itself to what once was a much more fun experience. There were no worries about razor blades in apples. Kids roamed the neighborhoods safely searching out treats. No one would have thought to try to scare any of us "to death" in the now much too literal sense. Wouldn't mind returning those kinds of Halloweens with more fun and far less terror.



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Saturday, October 29, 2016

Have a happy hallowed holy Halloween! Boo!

(A different version of this article was posted
on October 27, 2014 and October 29, 2015)

As a kid I loved Halloween. So did my friends. We dressed up as friendly spooks, good wizards, silly pirates, and raggedy little beggars.

Our goal was candy.

The decorations on the doors we knocked on were of cute hunch-backed kittens, smiling little witches, toothy Jack-o-lanterns, and dancing cardboard skeletons.

Besides trick-or-treating, there were the Halloween parties -- many hosted by our churches -- with games, bobbing for apples, costume judging, apple cider, donuts, and more candy.

It was fun. Innocent fun. I agree that much of the innocence has been lost. Or, rather, ceded by believers.

But even back in the good ol’ days, there were those who were beginning to insist, because some were claiming Halloween had some dark roots, that the holiday was an anathema event for real believers.

There are always party poopers.

Halloween’s tainted muddled history

Yes, I know, there are the claims of our modern Halloween having origins in the Celtic fire festival called Samhain, a celebration related to the end of the harvest season. That it was picked up by the Druids, Wiccans, and other pagan groups and made one of their prime “religious” days. And that now there are those who make it a day of evil.

But Halloween is also tied to All Souls’ Day and All Saints’ Day.

In the day’s title is the clue to a better response from Christians. Halloween is merely a shortened version of All Hallow’s Evening. The definition of “hallow” is “to make or set apart as holy; to respect or honor greatly; revere” (American Heritage Dictionary).

Just as people can be made new and holy in Christ, so certainly can man-made holidays. We don’t need to hide from a calendar event.

Instead of ceding ground to the enemy and letting evil rule, we need to embrace what Paul was admonishing in Ephesians:
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand” (Ephesians 6:10-13, NIV).
In other words, put on your costumes and let your light shine!

Fostering whimsy & joy over horror & fright

There are some churches who have grasped this truth and offer events such as “Holy Ghost Parties” or “Boo Bashes” or the semi-lame “Harvest Happenings.”

While these are moving in the right direction, they do so hesitantly by labeling these events as “alternatives” to Halloween.

It’s time to get over the skittishness and start having truly “Blessed Halloween” events.

The focus is to have fun and not promote fright. Keep things light and point to the “hallowed” aspect by dressing and decorating appropriately.

A simple rule of thumb here is to aim for whimsy and not horror. If anything depicts cruelty, it’s over the line and not appropriate. This eliminates blood, gore, and worse, including “Christian” haunted houses that depict horrible accidents and the like.

Taking back what  was lost

I miss the days of truly “Happy” Halloweens. I abhor what’s become mostly a giant horror-fest. This is due in large part to Christians ceding the culture to unbelievers. We need to reclaim the innocence.

It’s time to push back the darkness and light a candle -- and put it inside a happy Jack-o-lantern. To come out from hiding, uncircle the wagons, take a stand, and put the “holy” into Halloween!

So, have a happy, holy, and blessed Halloween! Just go easy on the candy.



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Agree? Disagree? Why or why not? Do you enjoy or hate Halloween? What's your favorite Halloween memory from childhood? What's your biggest complaint about Halloween now? Don't be afraid! Sound off in the comments

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Imitation of the Disciples

Most Christians who’ve been in the faith for awhile probably cringe just a tad when the term “discipleship” is uttered in a sermon or during a small group study. Or perhaps this idea of becoming fully Christian is characterized as the “imitation of Christ” or “being transformed.”

Regardless of the terms used, the concept evokes hardship, sacrifice, even death. And our pattern is supposed to be Jesus Himself.

Who can live up to such extreme expectations?

Clearly the Disciples themselves didn’t. At least not consistently. And definitely not early on.

While turning our eyes to Jesus is always good advice, we also need to keep an eye on His hand-picked few.

The best clues for how to be a disciple can be found by examining those imperfect Disciples.

Sure, they all experienced hardship, sacrifice, and death. But in between the noble hardship and sacrifice parts they were, well, very human. Just like you and me.

Just plain folk

A somewhat loutish bunch, they argued among themselves, competed for Jesus’ affections, tended to be a little dense at times, and, initially, failed to fully grasp what they had actually gotten themselves into. Sound familiar?

These guys came from a variety of backgrounds, were mixed personality styles, and brought with them a hodge-podge of life experiences. Perhaps like most churches?

Besides their Jewishness, that they all struggled to fully grasp who Jesus was and what He was about was their single common denominator. And it’s one we share with them.

What this boils down to is, discipleship, or following Christ, is not straightforward. Not cut and dried. Not a cookie cutter experience.

While the outcome is the same for all -- holiness before God -- we don’t all get there using a single formula. Frankly, I’m not sure there is a formula, even though many authors have proposed some.

The truth is, while rewarding, discipleship, which means moving toward being Christ-like, is hard. It takes decisive daily effort. It means trial and error.

Although there are those who insist that if we all just act like we’re “there” already, then all else will fall in place.

You know, fake it until you make it!

But faking is not the same as imitating. Imitating means to emulate another, follow their example. The goal of imitating in discipleship is to take to heart the substance of that which is being imitated.

No artificial ingredients

I once worked for a company whose CEO thought the path to greatness was to dream, think positively, and act like a much bigger company. He executed on this belief by spending beyond the means of the business.

For awhile, he put on a good front. Anyone walking into the lobby of the executive suites was impressed. But it didn’t last. There was a lot of flash and dazzle (including a real stuffed lion for a time), but slim substance in the CEO’s business acumen.

It didn’t work. He’s no longer a CEO and the company lingers as a sub-brand of another, larger, truly successful company that took them over.

To be successful Christ-followers (yes, disciples) we need the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. There lies our true power. It can’t be faked or bought or pretended into being.

The reality is, to paraphrase Paul, as we continue to work out our salvation (which entails discipleship) with fear and trembling, like the original Twelve, we may not always appear to be the perfect disciple.

That’s okay. The goal is to finish the journey well. As Eugene Peterson puts it, successful Christian living (aka discipleship) is a “long obedience in the same direction.” It’s not a once and done deal.

Hang in there. 


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How successful do you believe you are in your Christian walk? What motivates you to go on? Who do you model? Who are you mentoring? How have others inspired you? What advice do you have to share with others? Please share your thoughts in the comments!

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Provision


I was out of college, married for a few years, and a daddy to a little boy. The best jobs I could find where we lived had nothing to do with my degree. I worked construction, janitorial, and sales, but really wanted a job in publishing.

I checked the classifieds in the magazine “Christianity Today.” It happened that a Christian trade magazine in Illinois needed an editor. I had never heard of the magazine, but the job description intrigued me. I prayed, sent my resume, and they called me for an interview.

The magazine was well known in its market. I had no experience and little hope of getting the job. Still, the interview process went well. They sent me home with an assignment to write a feature for the magazine. A couple of weeks after mailing the completed article, they called me again. I was hired and began fulfilling God’s call on my life.

God will enable you to fulfill His purpose for your life.

As God's promises, “He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cries for help and rescues them” (Psalm 145:19, NLT).


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Thursday, October 20, 2016

An interview with Stephen R. Clark, author of the award-winning new religious thriller, "The Hungering Dark: Awakening"

Why did you write this novel?

At first I was just fooling around with an idea that hit me a few years back, trying to write a simple short story. The problem was, the idea just wouldn’t fit into a short story.

When I realized this idea was too big for a short story, I wanted to see if I could actually write something as long as a novel. So, I decided to just go for it. It became a challenge.

I’d written a much shorter Christmas-themed novella of around 25,00 words -- Christmas Believe: A Story -- but I wanted to go for a “full-length” novel. The Hungering Dark: Awakening  came in around 65,000 words.

Just as a comparison, this book is longer than The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S Lewis, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, or Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

I actually completed the book in 2013 as  part of that year’s National Novel Writing Month. Committing to get the book completed within the month was a good incentive.

I understand this is already an award-winning book. Can you tell us about that?

Sure! Once I’d completed the book, naturally I began looking to get it published. Typically this requires finding an agent who will take you on and then represent you to various publishing companies.

I reached out to one agent I’d met a few years back. While he seemed somewhat interested in the book, the experience was a little frustrating. I could never get a definitive response from him. As this was happening, I learned about the First Look contest sponsored by WestBow Press.

WestBow Press is a Christian self-publishing company and a division of Thomas Nelson and Zondervan, which are all owned by HarperCollins Publishers.

I actually submitted to the contest first in 2014 with no luck. I submitted it again to the 2015 contest and that did the trick. On December 17, 2015 I received notice that my book was one of 10 finalists. On January 5, 2016 I learned I was the Grand Prize winner. And by July 1, 2016 it was released.

Where did the ultimate story line for the book come from?

The story line developed, basically, as I was writing it. As I mentioned, I wrote the first chapter a couple of years before I sat down to write the rest. I guess all the mulling I’d done over the previous two years surfaced out of my subconscious onto the page. In a very real sense, the story wrote itself. I think that’s why I was able to keep my butt in a chair long enough to write the book, because I wanted to know what was going to happen!

How would you characterize the book?

I’ll be the first to admit this book is not what some would call a “great” piece of literature such as John Updike’s Rabbit Run, John Cheever’s Wapshot Chronicles, or similar books.

But it is a very good book. It’s well-written, clean, engaging, unique, and exciting. It’s been characterized as gripping, thrilling, scary -- but scary in a good way. And readers have said they want more.

It’s probably a little more comparable to Ted Dekker, Stephen Lawhead, Frank Peretti, or John Bunyan. Kinda sorta. More or less.

John Bunyan?

Yes! In the vein of Pilgrim’s Progress. In the sense that the story is somewhat of an allegory, of good versus evil.

Who is the book aimed at?

Okay, every expert will tell you that no book can be for all audiences, that a writer needs to aim more or less for a niche. But, this book will be attractive to adults -- men and women -- as well as young adults.

Probably not so much to toddlers or infants, so I guess that means it isn’t suitable for all audiences after all. And most likely it will appeal more to those who characterize themselves as conservative.

More specifically, it will be far more attractive to Christians than others as there is a strong biblical worldview evident throughout.

Still, for any who like thrillers, perhaps along the lines of a Sue Grafton story, my book would make a great airplane, weekend, or beach read.

In a nutshell, what’s the story line of the book?


Okay, this may require an extra large nutshell, but I’ll give it a try.

A mysterious and deadly threat—housed in a strange puzzle box—has found its way to the humble town of Timbuk, Pennsylvania. The object’s origins reach all the way back to Moses, the plagues, and Pharaoh’s wicked magicians.

For centuries, secret groups have been hunting the box and its contents. One group allegedly seeks to destroy it. The other—called the Descendants—seeks to use it to visit revenge on the Jewish people.

Now fate has placed the box in the hands of an unassuming Christian family, a small-town sheriff, a female state trooper, and a professor of biblical archaeology. Realizing the power the puzzle box holds, they must do everything they can to keep their community—and the world—safe from the deadly darkness.

How’s that?

In what time and location does the story take place?

The time is now. The thematic elements are very relevant to what we see in the world today. As for as location, I placed the story in a fictional small town located in southwestern Pennsylvania.

Why there?

Honestly, because the story needed caves, tunnels, or abandoned coal mines, and I believe they have a few of those in southwestern Pennsylvania.

As a writer, what are your hopes and fears for the book?

A writer's biggest fear is to be answered with silence. By that I mean, you expend blood, sweat, and tears to birth a book, a poem, a blog post, an article, then you put it “out there” for your readers. Whether what you’ve written is intended as persuasion or entertainment or whatever, your hope is that what you’ve written has meaning and value. Your hope is that readers will respond in some way.

If it’s a blog post, you hope for “Likes” or comments. In the case of a book, you hope for sales and reviews on Amazon or other online outlets. You hope for something, some reaction or response. When these don’t come, or are so few as to be nearly inaudible, it’s disappointing.

As I’ve said before, writers write to be read. When it doesn’t appear that that’s happening, it’s discouraging.

Okay, enough of that! Let me address the positive side, I hope that the book is entertaining.

Ultimately, I wanted to offer a fun and entertaining book that Christians could read without being embarrassed or offended, something they could safely recommend to their friends or buy as a gift for the readers in their lives.

And if I let myself dream really big, I think the book would make a great movie. More than one reader has mentioned that it reads like a movie. So, Hollywood, if you’re listening, check it out and call me!

How can people learn more about you and the book?


They can visit my website at www.StephenRClark.com and my award-winning blog at www.FaithBraised.com. I’m posting information specifically about the book at www.HungeringDarkStory.com.

I can also be found on Facebook at www.facebook.com/StephenRClarkWriter and on Twitter at www.twitter.com/stephenrclark.

Where can people get a copy of the book?

The book is available online at Amazon.com, BarnesAndNoble.com, as well as from WestBowPress.com. Be sure to search for the full title. If it’s not available at your favorite bookstore, ask them to special order a copy for you and to stock a few more!

Click here for an extended list of links to online retailers selling the book.

One favor I’d like to ask of all who read the book is to write a review online at Amazon.com or BarnesAndNoble.com. Be honest and let people know what you think! If enough people like the book, perhaps there’ll be a sequel.



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Have you read the book? What did you think? If you have not read the book, do you think it sounds like something you would like to read? Why or why not? Please share your thoughts or ask your questions in the comments!


Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Holy hygiene


Lather. Rinse. Repeat. These are simple steps to maintaining a healthy, clean head of hair. It’s the same with your body. Every day, you get into the shower, lather up, and rinse. Repeating is optional, as long as you come out clean.

Paul reminds us that “No one hates his own body but lovingly cares for it, just as Christ cares for his body, which is the church. And we are his body” Ephesians 5:29-30 (NLT).

Few would neglect daily hygiene. When circumstances occasionally keep you in the same clothes for days, finally getting to shower, shave, brush your teeth, put on clean clothes, you are wonderfully refreshed and even say, “I feel like myself again.”

The same is true with spiritual hygiene. Skipping time in the Word, avoiding praying, and generally ignoring God for a period of days can leave you feeling in desperate need of a spiritual shower. Just as prolonged neglect of your body will result in serious health problems, prolonged neglect of your spiritual well-being makes you a dysfunctional part of Christ’s body.

Keeping our lives clean helps keep His body functioning properly. Spiritual cleanliness is the only route to true godliness.


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Do you have a holy hygiene routine? How do you keep spiritually clean? Share your thoughts in the comments!

NOTE: For the past and for the next several weeks, Tuesday’s post will be a brief two-minute devotional. Think, “Tuesday Two-Minute Devotional” or “Two-Minute Tuesdays or something  along those lines. ;-)