(Not so) friendly fire

Friendly fire - little league sportsmanship

L-O-V-E this time of year.  For those who know me, you can rightly guess that it’s because college football season is about to start.  But that’s not the time of your that I’m talking about.  I just finished watching the Little League World Series and have watched a number of the games over the past few weeks.  There’s just something about that tournament, with kids from all over the world competing, that just nails me in the heart and chokes me up every single year.

I know.  It’s a bunch of kids playing baseball.  What could be so intriguing?  As with many things in life, perhaps it’s the simple things.  Numerous times as I watched the games you see the kids – often who can’t even speak to one another because of language differences – giving an opponent high-fives when they hit a home run, hugging member of the other team after the game even when they lost, consoling an opposing player when the agony of defeat was overwhelming, and even joking around in the stands after both teams were eliminated from tournament contention.  The selfless care and humility of these kids, who let’s face it are competing at the highest possible level for someone their age in baseball, is beyond instructive for us older folk.

Perhaps it’s a “Captain Obvious,” thing to say but there seem to be so many divisions in our country (and world) today. Especially in the US, it seems like there is a pressure to be on a “side” and when someone is on that side, the equilibrium of our existence is to yell and scream about the other side.  But more than just about the other side’s viewpoints, we’re yelling and screaming about the people on the other side. There’s vitriol the likes of which I am not sure I’ve seen at least in my lifetime.  I don’t want to overstate anything or be especially glass half-empty (that is the antithesis of my normal leaning), but with all the arguing and anger it’s pretty hard to hear one another long enough to understand what exactly it is the other side is even saying.  There’s too much (not so) friendly fire to even figure out what the heck the war is about.

As I read through my daily devotions this week, I came across a poignant reminder from Paul that it seems was a crucial reminder to the church at Philippi.  Perhaps our days today are not all that unusual after all.  I’m not sure, but I am sure that if each one of us adopted the truth of this admonition, little by little our families, communities, cities, states, and maybe our nation would begin to see some healing and avoid the (not so) friendly fire.  It comes from Philippians 2:3-8

Don’t be selfish; don’t try to impress others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourselves.  Don’t look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others, too.  You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had.  Though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to.  Instead, he gave up his divine privileges; he took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being.  When he appeared in human form, he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross.

 Perhaps you think me a simpleton.  Perhaps it really isn’t as simple as all that.  Or perhaps it is.

Take the first two sentences (vv. 3-4) by themselves and invert them.  Is there any doubt that at least some of the issues in our families, communities, cities, states, and nation derive from the opposite of those admonitions?  From the manifestations of being selfish, of trying to impress others, of not being humble, of not thinking of others as better than ourselves, of looking out for our own interests and ignoring the interests of others? To me, it’s an open-and-shut case. Admittedly, I am painting with a broad brush but as people there are ample examples of us failing to heed these very basic human kindnesses.  I’m not trying to pontificate.  The failures common to all of us generally apply to me personally.  I admit it.  But as they say, isn’t that the first step toward healing?

What would our world look like if more often, even just incrementally, we were more selfless?  If we sought not to impress others, but rather to be humble and put others’ interests before our own?  That is, if we were truly selfless with no motivation to get anything in exchange for it? Think to a time in your life when someone extended you that kind of love.  When they clearly had nothing in it for themselves but were demonstrating an altruistic care for you, maybe even to their own detriment.  Those moments, small and episodic though they may be, have a way of making ineradicable imprints on us.  Now take that and multiply it … no, have it grow exponentially … and imagine how different our world might be.

There is a reason Paul had to address the Philippians this way.  I guess they had the same problems in the first century that we do today.  Heck, I gather that sin has been around since the garden.  But the other side of the coin is that Paul is also providing the rebuke because the behaviors will lead to recovery and restoration.  Verses 5-8, in fact, cut all the more to the quick and point out that it’s not just about being “nice.”  It’s about being Christlike.  Love is not love if it isn’t sacrificial and self-minimalizing.  The model of Jesus (vv. 5-8) was the fulfillment of Paul’s guidance (vv. 3-4).  And it’s the model for us.  It’s the only model that will ever work.  Jesus wasn’t selfish, he acted purely against His self-interests and in fulfillment of our interests.  Jesus was the very embodiment of humility.  He didn’t try to protect Himself, His body or His reputation.  He abandoned all of them to serve humanity. Folks, that includes you and me and everyone around us.  Maybe the point is, if it was good enough for the Creator of the universe … for God … what argument against it can you and I have?

There’s a pecking order, and it’s not about “looking out for number one.”  I don’t know if it’s the one and only solution to the many divisions in our society today, but I do know that God has outlined a way for us to see beyond differences and unite.  If you call yourself a Christian, then I daresay this isn’t a suggestion, it’s a command, and the way to avoid (not so) friendly fire.  Put others first. Don’t be all about yourself.  Be humble.  Seems to me, this stuff is not just in Philippians, but it’s generously spread throughout the entirety of Scripture for a reason.

I love how Jon Courson expounds on this in his daily devotional book, A Day’s Journey, “If we looked into people instead of down on people, we would be filled with compassion for people.”  Is there any downside to at least trying this in our society today?

And if it’s going to have any place in society, it needs to start somewhere.  How about you?  How about me? If the (not so) friendly fire is to cease, one of us has to be first.  Pray this week and ask God to help you little-by-little (or if you like, in totality) to start being selfless, to not make impressing others a motivation for behavior, to be humble, to put others first before yourself. Trust me, I have a long way to go, but as they say, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Soli Deo gloria!



Don’t let go, let grow

Hanging by a thread

[It has been precisely 10 months since my last blog post.  To me, it’s staggering to think about it because writing had become so much of my routine and what helped my walk with the Lord to stay at a level of depth that I sought.  But as with everything, I sense that God had a reason that I put the blog on a bit of a hiatus.  And increasingly of late, I’ve had a sense of needing to get back to it.  So here we are.  Whether or not anyone reads, as always, is sort of secondary.  My desire has always been to share what God has shared with me and to let Him bless others if that is His intent.]

Does it ever feel like you’re just hanging on by a thread?  Like the circumstances of life are managing you WAY more than you’re managing them? Or, perhaps that things are just happening randomly, and that there is almost NO rhyme or reason to things? Moreover … maybe what you expected to happen not only didn’t but almost the diametric opposite did?  In a way, all of those are elements of the past year of our lives in our family.  And you know what?  We are SO excited.  In most respects (there are some more bleak circumstances I would admit may not totally qualify), I would say so should you.

Why?  It’s because in these times we have the opportunity to focus on not letting go, but letting grow.  I’ll explain …

But first, let’s peer into an interesting insight that God provided to Abram, who understands quite a bit about letting grow. It comes from Genesis 15:12-16

As the sun was going down, Abram fell into a deep sleep, and a terrifying darkness came down over him.  Then the Lord said to Abram, “You can be sure that your descendants will be strangers in a foreign land, where they will be oppressed as slaves for 400 years.  But I will punish the nation that enslaves them, and in the end they will come away with great wealth.  (As for you, you will die in peace and be buried at a ripe old age.)  After four generations your descendants will return here to this land, for the sins of the Amorites do not yet warrant their destruction.”

Now remember, this is the Abram (shortly after renamed Abraham by God) who God told to basically pack up, leave his homeland and go to somewhere.  Where?  God told Abram He would let him know.  Not what Abram and his wife Sarai were planning in that season of their lives. Abram was 75.  I have to imagine he and Sarai were settling into the twilight of their lives and enjoy sunsets from their porch in their waning years. Nope.

This is the Abram who in the process of relocating, along with his nephew Lot, had to split from Lot in order to preserve the peacefulness of their settlement.  He offered Lot the first choice and accepted whatever Lot did not select.  Some might consider that foolish or careless, given that Lot was, after all, Abram’s nephew and by all rights Lot should have deferred to his uncle.

This is the Abram who God promised not only that He would allow Abram and Sarai to have a baby at a very old age (Abram was 99), but also that God would give them more descendants that the stars in the sky, and that his descendants would become a great and favored nation.

As shown in the passage above, it’s also the Abram whose descendants God prophesied would be taken into bondage for 400 years, but that ultimately would overcome their captors and would “come away with great wealth.”

Abram and Sarai, it’s safe to say, have been through a whirlwind.  They were going through the unexpected, the undesired, the unimaginable.  They were, no doubt, hanging by a thread in the twists and turns.  And yet, the Bible tells us that when God told Abram to pack up and move, he did. It tells us that he let go of what was probably rightfully his and let Lot choose the land first.  It tells us that when God promised Abram that an entire nation would come from his lineage, he “believed God.”  I think it’s safe to say that Abram didn’t let go, he let grow.

By that I mean, God doesn’t take a pair of cosmic dice and roll them to see what He’s going to do in our lives.  He doesn’t just play a universe-sized game of “pin the tail on the ‘life story of Michael’ donkey.”  It’s not the eternal wheel of fortune.

In the past year-plus in my professional life, things have gone almost in no ways the way that I’d planned.  I joined a company assured that the circumstances were such that we were going to ride a rocket ship to the stars, and yet I came to find it was more akin to some of the cataclysmically sorry failures of the 1950s and 1960s rocketsNASA worked on.  Instead of serving as a catalyst to change the world of cancer with amazing genomic technologies and data, I had to drive hard decisions to cut staff and expenses. Then, as what I felt would be my dream job came about in a separate situation, it all but slipped right through my fingers.  And to top it all off, further restructuring, new leadership, and cost-cutting resulted in my unanticipated departure.  At least, unanticipated by me.

We went through the unexpected, the undesired, the unimaginable.  At many times I felt as though we were hanging by a thread in the twists and turns. But it was in those circumstances, in the moments of fear, doubt, and disenchantment that we remembered that we’re called not to let go, but to let grow.

God was not absent in any of our situations any more than God was absent in Abram’s.  In fact, as we look at our Bibles in the stories of God’s interactions with Abram, we have a subtle but crucial reminder.  That is, God was actively engaged with Abram, and was powerfully providing for Abram, and He wasn’t letting Abram go, He was letting Abram grow.  And so it is with you and me.

When we decide to walk with God, to trust Him for the details of our lives, and to be about His business, we never, ever have to worry that He is going to leave us dangling in the wind, hanging by a thread. No, God remains with us, as “through the valley of the shadow of death,” and grows us in the process.  Our faith, our tenacity, our effectiveness in ministry, and our impact on His kingdom.

Are you hanging by a thread at the moment? Dangling in the wind?  Do you know Jesus personally?  Do you trust Him implicitly?  Do you realize that He is at work not despite your circumstances, but IN your circumstances?  Don’t just read the story of Abram and say, “Wow, God was so nice to Abram and Sarai.  Isn’t that neat?”  Instead, realize, believe, that God is actively engaged in YOUR story, THROUGH your circumstances.  He is providing the way for you even as you hang by the thread.  He is at work for your benefit.  Trust Him.  Don’t let go. Let grow.

Soli Deo gloria!


It’s good to be kneaded

Kneading dough

[I would consider it a mistake to start this message without offering prayers to all affected in the horrific Las Vegas shooting, or those affected by the hurricanes in Texas, Florida, Puerto Rico, and throughout the Carribean]


Mmmmmm!  I can smell it.  Maybe you can too.  In fact, I can almost taste it.  What is it, you ask?  Warm, fresh, homemade bread.  Whether it’s at home, or in a bakery, there’s really nothing more amazing than the smell of fresh bread.  That is, maybe other than the taste of warm, fresh bread.

But have you ever seen the process of making the bread?  In all seriousness, it’s a physical process.  I mean, just the mixing of the ingredients is challenging enough, but watching the preparation of the dough before it finds its way to becoming that irresistible, delicious, warm loaf of goodness, is pretty daunting.

The dough has to be prepared just so, and to get it to “just so,” requires some physicality.  Sometimes it’s a hand-driven pounding the dough takes, sometimes this big wooden (or plastic, but wooden is way better) stick called a rolling pin has to be pile-driven on top of the dough seemingly incessantly, flattening and flattening.  Then, just when it seems the pummeling is through, you re-dough the dough, and commence with the pummeling again.  The process is called “kneading.”  But it looks like something that should be in a ring and require the services of a referee.

Then when the kneading is through – essentially when the dough and the preparer yell, “uncle!” – the reward for the dough’s resilience is to be stuck in an oven at 425˚.  Hardly a kinder, gentler experience for the dough.  When, and only when, the heat chamber (er, oven) has enveloped the dough sufficiently, can the dough be proclaimed to have entered the intended state of being delicious, warm, fulfilling bread.

Therein lies the topic that arose in my mind as I completed my reading the past few weeks (yeah, I’ve been away from it for a while … tough, busy season at work … or perhaps God has ordained it for a purpose – more likely).  For the bread, and I’d suggest for us as we progress through life, it’s good to be kneaded.  For the bread, frankly there is no other way for it to reach its most scrumptious existence.  For us, I’d argue there’s really no other way at times for us to reach the pinnacle of God’s loving plan for our lives.  But we’ll get to that point shortly.  By way of Esther 1 – 10, Zechariah 1 – 14, Haggai 1 – 2, Ezra 1 – 10, Psalms 137, Daniel 1 – 12, Joel 1 – 3, Ezekiel 24 – 48, Nehemiah 1 – 13, and Malachi 1 – 4, this point jumped out at me in Ezekiel 34:25-31 which states …

“I will make a covenant of peace with my people and drive away the dangerous animals from the land. Then they will be able to camp safely in the wildest places and sleep in the woods without fear.  I will bless my people and their homes around my holy hill. And in the proper season I will send the showers they need. There will be showers of blessing.  The orchards and fields of my people will yield bumper crops, and everyone will live in safety. When I have broken their chains of slavery and rescued them from those who enslaved them, then they will know that I am the Lord.  They will no longer be prey for other nations, and wild animals will no longer devour them. They will live in safety, and no one will frighten them.  “And I will make their land famous for its crops, so my people will never again suffer from famines or the insults of foreign nations.  In this way, they will know that I, the Lord their God, am with them. And they will know that they, the people of Israel, are my people, says the Sovereign Lord.  You are my flock, the sheep of my pasture. You are my people, and I am your God. I, the Sovereign Lord, have spoken!”

The Israelites in both the northern and southern kingdoms had been kneaded.  Painfully, thoroughly kneaded.  Through their own actions, of course.  Falling into idolatry, disobedience, and disregarding God’s continual provision, protection, and blessings, God allowed the surrounding nations to attack and overcome His people, taking them into exile.  The oppression they underwent was as much for their remediation as it was for their punishment.  In the Ezekiel passage, God is speaking through His prophet to unveil His ultimate restoration of His people.  In short, the kneading was complete, the baking was underway, and God was about to take fresh-baked bread from the oven.  In no small measure, the kneading had accomplished its purposes, but the kneading brought the pain and anguish one would associate with a lump of dough.

I’d have to imagine that if the dough were anthropomorphized, it would hardly enjoy the process of being kneaded.  It’s physically-intense and looks painful.  The pseudo-violent manner in which the dough is kneaded, thrown around, re-lumped, thrown around, kneaded, etc., isn’t particularly enticing, if you ask me.

But like it or not, it’s necessary for the dough to become its eventual destined self.  That is, dough isn’t what it’s supposed to be in the end.  It’s supposed to be a loaf of bread, and there is no way for it to become a loaf of bread without the kneading.  It’s good to be kneaded.  Now, after the kneading, there’s a process wherein the beat-up dough is left to sit around for a seemingly incessant period to “rise.”  For it to become the expected final product, it needs to recover from the kneading and capitalize on the yeast, sugars, carbon dioxide, and alcohol within it to enhance its stature and prepare for the final stage of its fate.  There’s no way for it to become a loaf of bread without the kneading and the rising.

Same thing with the oven.  Who in their right mind would want to spend 20 minutes in a 425˚ enclosure?  Well, I daresay, neither does the dough.  But the burning and baking unlocks and promotes expansion, substance, structure, and growth.  It’s the stuff that nightmares are made of, being locked in a small box at an ungodly temperature.  And yet, there’s no way for it to become a loaf of bread without the kneading, the rising, and the baking.

And so it is with us.  Life presents itself at times a combination of kneading, rising, and baking.  In no way am I saying that God always provides the kneading for correction or punishment, as was often the case for the Israelites.  But He does allow the kneading for our growth and transformation into what He is creating of and in us.  He allows the process of kneading to form and shape us into our future selves.  There’s often an emotional impact, and there’s sometimes a physical contact and yet the kneading is necessary for the change.  Kneading is essential for the beautiful, delicious, wonderfully odoriferous loaf of bread.  The bread that feeds, satisfies, fulfills, and sustains with pleasure and joy.

Is kneading painful?  Yes.  Is kneading necessary?  Yes.  It’s good to be kneaded.

Soli Deo gloria!


Being a sponge


If you buy into the whole evolution thing, there isn’t much that divides you and me from sponges.  Seriously.  Personally, I find that offensive but that’s not a topic I’d like to try to tackle in this message.  At least for now 8-).  While our anatomical, physical, and metaphysical attributes are nothing like that of a sponge, I have to say that there are aspects of us that are sponge-like.  By now, you’re probably asking yourself, “where in the world could he possibly be going with this?”  Fair enough.  Perhaps a little insight would shed some light.

The horrors and cataclysm of the recent Hurricane Harvey are well-documented.  I don’t even pretend to understand what the folks in and around the gulf coast of Texas and the surrounding areas are going through.  And I actually say that in a far broader sense than you’re understanding.  That is … clearly the loss of life, property, safety, and security are beyond comprehension, particularly to the simpleminded like me.  But over the past few days, the story of one young lady, Ms. Victoria White, who in the face of the horrific somehow saw the glory of God rocked me.  In an angelic voice as much because of its beauty as its faithfulness, she sang worship to Jesus staring straight in the face of her plight.

I guess that’s what I mean when I say I can’t possibly understand what the folks that have been through Hurricane Harvey are going through … in more ways than one.  I mean, I can’t understand even for a second the loss they’ve gone through.  That’s clear as day.  But moreover … I would say that I also am challenged to understand how someone in a shelter who has clearly gone through inexplicable loss responds in worship the way she did.  You see, the point is she’s a sponge.  That is, we’re all sponges.  My reading this week (Jeremiah 41 – 52, Lamentations 1 – 5, and Ezekiel 1 – 23) will help explain what I mean, and in particular, Jeremiah 44:15 – 19 …

Then all the women present and all the men who knew that their wives had burned incense to idols—a great crowd of all the Judeans living in northern Egypt and southern Egypt—answered Jeremiah, “We will not listen to your messages from the Lord!  We will do whatever we want. We will burn incense and pour out liquid offerings to the Queen of Heaven just as much as we like—just as we, and our ancestors, and our kings and officials have always done in the towns of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem. For in those days we had plenty to eat, and we were well off and had no troubles!  But ever since we quit burning incense to the Queen of Heaven and stopped worshiping her with liquid offerings, we have been in great trouble and have been dying from war and famine.”  “Besides,” the women added, “do you suppose that we were burning incense and pouring out liquid offerings to the Queen of Heaven, and making cakes marked with her image, without our husbands knowing it and helping us? Of course not!”

Sponges can soak up a lot, and quickly.  When squeezed, however, they release whatever’s soaked up.  Hence, a sponge can only release what has already been soaked up in it.  The Israelites were reaping judgment from God because that’s what they, like sponges, soaked up.  That is, they sought the admiration, approval, power, and protection of worthless idols.  In their devotion to the meaningless, tangible, physical pieces of wood, they left the one true God, the one who had not just created them, but entered a covenant relationship with them, saved them from bondage in Egypt, and who sought only their faith and devotion.

Instead, the Israelites soaked up falsehood.  They soaked up perversion.  They soaked up faithlessness.  They soaked up evil.  And when they, like sponges, were squeezed, when what was soaked up in them was released, it was falsehood, perversion, faithlessness, and evil.  Because that’s what they had soaked up.

That’s true for us today.  When we hit difficulties or challenges in life, when we’re squeezed, what comes out of us?  Is it faithfulness, perseverance, and steadfastness?  Is it God’s word and the truth of it?  Or is it pride, anger, blame, faithlessness, and uncertainty?  Like a sponge, what we put in, what we soak up, is the only thing that can be released when we’re squeezed.

If we soak up God’s word, when we’re squeezed, God’s word will be released.  If we soak up fellowship amongst other brothers and sisters in the Lord, when we’re squeezed, fellowship will be released.  If we soak up faith that God is sovereign, holy, and merciful, when we’re squeezed, faithfulness will be released.  And because those are all rooted in the truth of the all-powerful, unchanging Creator of the universe, when we’re squeezed, what will be released will be of a fresh and calming aroma.

On the other hand, if we soak up selfishness or self-sufficiency, when we’re squeezed, that will be released.  If we soak up pride, when we’re squeezed, that will be released.  And because those are all rooted in the evil of the enemy, who prowls around like a roaring lion looking for whom he may devour (1 Peter 5:8), when we’re squeezed, all that will be released will be putrid, dank, and repulsive.

Two weeks ago, the people of Houston and the Gulf Coast of Texas were unaware of their plight, and yet that plight loomed.  In our lives, Hurricane Harveys perhaps of a different sort queue up for an eventual destructive path.  While we rarely contemplate that reality, in some way we all acknowledge the inevitability of those times.  So given that, what are we soaking up?  What are we ensuring is in us so that when, not if, we’re squeezed, what comes out of us will be of the right and good sort?  Are we in God’s word regularly?  Are we communing with Him in prayer routinely?  Are we engaged in a faithful, fruitful community of believers actively?  Are we seeking the Holy Spirit for His help in growing our faith deeply?

If so, when we’re in the shelter from the storms of life, God’s truth and gospel will gush out of us, for His glory, for our good, and the good of those around us.  Just like Ms. Victoria White, Lord bless her!  When she was squeezed, what came out of her was …

Soli Deo gloria!




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I’m not sure why or where it comes from, but I like driving.  That’s not common or even an easy thing to say when you live in California.  Driving for us is often different than for most throughout the US.  On the one hand, because of the lack of transportation infrastructure here, we basically almost have to drive everywhere.  As a result, there are tons and tons of cars here, and our famous traffic is famous for a reason.  And yet, everyone drives fast here.  Like Mario Andretti fast.

So with all that, plus the fact that I commute to work 60 miles each way each day, you would think driving is the last thing I’d want to do.  However … when it came time to move our oldest child into college last week, I was unmovable in my insistence to Helen that we had to road trip our son to college.  After all, I reasoned, it’s tradition.  You road trip your kid to college.  It’s just how it’s done.

In the old days, when you’re heading on a 1,500-mile drive to Texas, you’d break out your multifold map and try to conjure up a route that makes sense.  Fortunately, over the past 20 years or so, the prolific availability of satellite technology has allowed us to shed our maps and Thomas Bros. map books (other than for the various and sundry die-hards … we just got rid of Helen’s Thomas Bros. map book a couple years ago – it was dated around the mid-1990s haha).  The navigation capabilities we have today though, by tapping into the GPS or Global Positioning System, have saved many of us from getting lost, and have helped us to find a real-time route efficiently traversing away from traffic snags.  GPS can accomplish this because 1) it sits with a viewpoint above our view point, 2) it sees what we can’t see, such as hazards and incidents that can slow us down or harm us and that we should avoid, 3) it knows our destination, and 4) it can discern the best way to get us where we are supposed to go.

Through my recent reading, this theme came into mind and was a bit unshakeable.  Through Isaiah 59 – 66, 2 Kings 20 – 25, 2 Chronicles 32 – 36, Nahum 1 – 3, Zephaniah 1 – 3, Jeremiah 1 – 40, Habakkuk 1 – 3, and Psalms 74, 79, it seems to me that the Israelites were suffering from GPS-related issues.  By way of Habakkuk 2:18 – 20,  I’ll explain.

“What good is an idol carved by man, or a cast image that deceives you?  How foolish to trust in your own creation—a god that can’t even talk!  What sorrow awaits you who say to wooden idols, ‘Wake up and save us!’  To speechless stone images you say, ‘Rise up and teach us!’  Can an idol tell you what to do?  They may be overlaid with gold and silver, but they are lifeless inside.  But the Lord is in his holy Temple.  Let all the earth be silent before him.”

The prophet Habakkuk is conveying a message from God that God spoke through a number of His messengers at this time.  You see, the Israelites, the very people who were direct recipients of God’s directions, had deviated not just once, but time and time and time again.  That is, they had a GPS – a God Positioning System – that laid out quite specifically the route they should take as a people.  Just like our modern day Global Positioning System for the purpose of navigating us on a travel journey, the Israelites had … and we today have … a God Positioning System to navigate us on the journey of life.

And in a similar way, our GPS … God Positioning System … can save us from getting lost, and help us to find a real-time route efficiently traversing away from snags.  Why?  Well because our God Positioning System 1) sits with a viewpoint above our view point, 2) it sees what we can’t see, such as hazards and incidents that can slow us down or harm us and that we should avoid, 3) it knows our destination, and 4) it can discern the best way to get us where we are supposed to go.

Now be that as it may, but just like our navigation systems today, they’re only as good as the degree to which we place our trust in them and abide by their directions.  I mean, they don’t force us to follow their directions.  We can choose to listen or we can choose to ignore them.  And if we ignore them they’ll switch to “calculating route.”  But in the meantime, we are subject to the consequences.  We might get lost, might find ourselves in dangerous neighborhoods, might extend the time to our destination, we’ll get frustrated and maybe even be afraid.  All because we chose not to rely on the GPS.

The Israelites were suffering this fate at the time of Habakkuk.  They had the direct commandments and loving involvement of their GPS … their God Positioning System.  Not only did they not adhere to the GPS, not only did they choose instead a stagnant paper map, but they actually decided they would just write their own map.  Imagine if you or I decided to go on a long journey across the US and instead of relying on our GPS we chose instead to just create our own map.  Look, no one in their right mind would do that for a road trip … yet the Israelites decided and – let’s face it, you and I routinely decide today – to do the precise life equivalent of that.  We try to write our own maps.  The Israelites, well they suffered incalculable consequences from the instruments of God through the Babylonians and the Assyrians and myriad others.  We place ourselves in no less perilous situations when we ignore our GPS as well.

It’s not surprise that life is often metaphorically compared to a journey.  A road trip, if you will.  Available to you and me is the ultimate GPS – the God Positioning System – to help ensure that our route is optimal.  But just like we have to choose to pay attention to, receive, and adhere to the directions of our navigational GPS, if we want to have the most efficient, safe, fruitful, productive, and enjoyable life journey, we need to pay attention to, receive, and adhere to the directions of our life’s GPS … our God Positioning System.  Because, as the Creator of the universe and everything in it, He alone 1) sits with a viewpoint above our view point, 2) it sees what we can’t see, such as hazards and incidents that can slow us down or harm us and that we should avoid, 3) it knows our destination, and 4) it can discern the best way to get us where we are supposed to go.  All we have to do is follow the directions, by His Word, by His Spirit, and often, through His people.

Soli Deo gloria!


Rockin’ out

van rock art

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I love running in Vancouver.  The past couple nights while I’ve been here, I headed out after work down to the sea wall and do a six-mile loop along the water, through apartment complexes situated along the coastline, past park areas that are overloaded during the brief times during the summer when the weather gets particularly warm, and with views the entire time that are take-your-breath-away amazing.

One of the things I noticed the first time I came up here to work a few months ago, were these incredible rock formations along the rocky shoreline.  Rocks that were stacked up upon one another on top of a boulder, balanced so pristinely that they seemed to deny the certainty of the law of gravity.  It was hard to focus on the path I was running on because each of the formations was physics-defying and also unique.  And when I considered that each of those rock formations occurred by random, unaided chance over billions of years, it was nothing short of baffling.  I mean, we all know that given enough time, the right circumstances, and trial and error, rocks will eventually adapt to their environment and the beneficial surroundings that just haphazardly occur will allow rocks to simply settle upon one another in a balanced stack.

Okay, of course I’m being facetious.  I don’t think any reasonable person would look at the rock formations along the sea wall in Vancouver as uncaused.  I think we all would realize that rocks stacked in such an amazing and artistic way are purposely created by someone with vision, intelligence, a plan, and materials well-suited for the job.  No less certainly than when you visit Mt. Rushmore, it’s obvious to any observer that the mountain didn’t just evolve over time to include the faces of presidents Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt, and Lincoln.

I’m not trying to be snarky, but I was moved by those rock formations to these reflections especially after reading this week through Isaiah 35 – 58, Psalms 46, 76, 80, and 135, and 2 Kings 18 – 19, and in particular when I sort of camped out on Isaiah 40:12 – 15 and 26 …

Who else has held the oceans in his hand?  Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers?  Who else knows the weight of the earth or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale?  Who is able to advise the Spirit of the Lord?  Who knows enough to give him advice or teach him?  Has the Lord ever needed anyone’s advice?  Does he need instruction about what is good?  Did someone teach him what is right or show him the path of justice?  No, for all the nations of the world are but a drop in the bucket.  They are nothing more than dust on the scales.  He picks up the whole earth as though it were a grain of sand.

 Look up into the heavens.  Who created all the stars?  He brings them out like an army, one after another, calling each by its name.  Because of his great power and incomparable strength, not a single one is missing.

Looking at those rock formations reminded me how we as people can attribute more power to creation than to the Creator.  We look around the planet we live on and pay homage to things we see.  Don’t get me wrong, when I run down the sea wall in Vancouver, or even when I’m on my long but beautiful commute to work along the California coast each day, I can’t help but marvel in the exquisite beauty of what my eyes get to behold.

That’s sort of the point … that is, God provides more than ample evidence of Who He is and yet some of us can carelessly look past it, and some of us outright deny it … and HIM!  The evidence is in everything we can behold.  Just like the rock art in Vancouver that no reasonable, rationale person would say happened by random chance with no help from an intelligence, isn’t it logical to conclude the same thing about the approximately 100 billion stars just in our Milky Way galaxy, and the 100 billion galaxies in the known universe?  Let’s face it, a star, let alone the 1 x 1024 stars estimated to be in the universe?

Frankly, the evidence is US!  How unique we all are, how complex our bodies are.  And yet there are some of us that would have us believe that WE are an accident.  We occurred out of the same ooze and sludge that everything else on Earth was.  Fortunate circumstances happened to some amoeba-filled mud and over billions of years you and I slithered out.  Oh yeah, somewhere along the way we figured out that we needed legs and grew them … even though legs were never a thing before that time.  Really?

Pastor Chuck Smith used to tell a story trying to describe how a spider would have “evolved” over hundreds of millions of years.  How they would have not yet been an actual spider in the way we know them today.  They would have been a hungry insect, hungry because they weren’t a particularly successful hunter.  So, somewhere along the way spiders – without intelligence, knowledge, design capabilities, or any other help – randomly figured out that they needed to create a web, setting aside for the moment that no such thing had ever existed before.  So somehow a spider figured out over millions of years how to create a substance in its body to secret the stuff to make a web.  Brilliant!  Only problem is, as the spider laid in wait to catch its food with this brilliant yet accidental invention, the food flew into the web and … “BOING!” … it bounced right off.  Hmm.  So, over millions of more years the spider figured out, “Aha!  I know.  I’ll make the web sticky.”  Interestingly, the spider figured out – without intelligence, knowledge, design capabilities, or any other help – how to make the substance in its body that was secreted to make a web sticky.  Brilliant!  Only problem is, as the spider laid in wait with its ingenious, yet accidental improvement, the food flew into the web … and stuck!  Brilliant again.  Unfortunately, however, while the food stuck to the web … so did the spider!  It couldn’t reach its food.  Curses!  But fear not … eventually our spider hero figured out over millions of years – without intelligence, knowledge, design capabilities, or any other help – how to make the substance in its body that was secreted to make a web, and a web that was sticky, not to be sticky to the spider.  Brilliant.  The trouble is … over those millions and millions of years of trial and error, of failure, spiders would have ceased to exist.

So here’s the point.  To me, it makes no logical sense to look at all that is created within and around us … frankly, to look at us … and assume that it happened essentially accidentally.  Rather, it points to a Creator who took the time to fashion it all with pristine design, balance, forethought, intelligence, and – here’s the best part – LOVE.  The God that created all of the universe and the CRAZY amount of stars, planets, and everything within it all, the POWER that was able to speak all of that into existence, also created you and me.  He cared enough in all of His creation not to forget to make you and me.  Why?  LOVE.  He cares about us so much that He didn’t want to live without us.  All that creative power is also available to us to care and provide for our needs, to offer us the best life possible, and crucially, to save us from our sins.  Now that’s brilliant!

When we consider all of creation, we have to wonder … did that all happen essentially by accident over billions of years or did a great Designer craft it.  Maybe you should head to Vancouver sometime and check out the rock art and then give me your answer.

Soli Deo gloria!


How do they do it?

spud webb


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I remember it like it was yesterday.  It was one of the most amazing sports moments I think I’ve ever seen.  Anthony “Spud” Webb, with the Atlanta Hawks but originally from Texas, was participating in the annual NBA slam dunk contest, which on its face isn’t a particularly big deal.  That is, until you consider that Spud Webb was 5’7” tall.  One of the smallest players ever to play pro basketball and definitely one of the smallest participants in the slam dunk contest.  Despite his diminutive stature, Spud Webb beat his teammate to win the 1986 NBA slam dunk contest.  Talk about an incredible athlete!  It’s one thing to be 5’7” and play in the NBA, let along to be able to dunk a basketball when he can’t even palm the ball, let alone be able to WIN the slam dunk contest!  It makes you wonder about athletes of that caliber … how do they do it?

Do you ever wonder how people do some of the amazing, crazy, miraculous things they do?  We see some incredible talent, or feats of strength, balance or endurance in our world.  At times it’s almost impossible to believe they can do whatever it is we see them do.  It’s like, “How can they possibly do that?  I could NEVER do that!”  And in most respects it’s probably true.  If I were 5’7” like Spud Webb, I can assure you that I couldn’t dunk a basketball … given that I’m 6’1” and could never do it.

Think about some of the amazing accomplishments we’ve heard or seen people do.  I don’t know how they do it and there’s no way that I could.  That thought rattled around in my brain as I read this past week through Isaiah 5 – 34, Amos 1 – 9, 2 Chronicles 27 – 31, 2 Kings 16 – 18, Hosea 1 – 14, Psalms 48, and Micah 1 – 7.  Specifically, when I read Amos 8:11-13

“The time is surely coming,” says the Sovereign Lord, “when I will send a famine on the land—not a famine of bread or water but of hearing the words of the Lord.  People will stagger from sea to sea and wander from border to border searching for the word of the Lord, but they will not find it.  Beautiful girls and strong young men will grow faint in that day, thirsting for the Lord’s word.

Reading through the prophecy God laid upon Amos’s heart and through Amos’s words gave me a bit of a shiver.  Essentially, God is saying to Israel, “okay, you don’t want to listen to my words, how about if I just take my words away?”  I can’t imagine how the Israelites could manage to go on for a single moment, let alone a prolonged time, not hearing the word of God or having God residing and presiding over them.  It begged the question … how do (did) they do it?

To me, the same is true about how people can go through the hardships and challenges in life without the Lord in their life.  Honestly, it’s not really all that long ago that I was in those shoes.  Going through the ups and downs of life without hearing – that is, being willing to hear – from God is a dismal, depressing, dark reality.  I guess what’s all the more dismal, dark, and depressing about it is not knowing it.

On the one hand, I used to fool myself into thinking that I was free to do whatever I wanted without having the accountability to anyone else, God included.  Yet on the other hand, there was nothing free about it.  Frankly, I wasn’t free, I was bound.  Bound to choices and a life that had no context, no backdrop, no foundation to rely on in order to feel any protection or safety from the potential ramifications of my choices.  Worse yet, the tough situations in my life – without the knowledge of a benevolent, loving, all-knowing God – were no more than a product of absolute randomness and unfortunate luck.  Horrific.

We have a really dear friend going through a radically challenging diagnosis of brain cancer.  It’s the type that doctors say gives someone a life expectancy of 18 to 24 months.  As we talked about her ordeal and her incredibly positive perspective, strength – and the fact that she’s going to kick her cancer’s butt – we marveled, understandably, at how so many people go through disease, trials, turmoil, tragedy, etc., without God at their helm.  How do they do it?  I wish I could tell you.  I truly don’t know.

Because our friend has been a follower of Christ for so long there’s a “one way or another,” sense she and her husband have about her current season.  That is, they have conviction that one way or another, God is at work.  Whether or not she truly kicks her cancer’s butt, they know that one way or another they can trust God.  Somehow, God has a plan, God is using her diagnosis, God is working in and through them.  This is NOT to say that they are all fine and dandy with this gnarly brain cancer, because that’s not real life.  They have sadness, fear, confusion, anger, and all the other emotions God created us with, and which every one of us as normal humans would experience.  However, they know that they know the God who created not just the universe but everything in it, including people, bodies, brains, cells, DNA, and everything else.  So maybe He will heal her through doctors and treatment, or maybe He will heal her miraculously, or maybe He won’t.  In the face of that harshest of realities, our friends stand tall, nose to nose with their reality, confident that they are where they’re supposed to be, dead center in the bullseye of our loving and sovereign God’s will.  That’s how they do it.

Friends, if you’re going through the tough stuff of life, and you’re trying to do it without a relationship with Jesus, I have to wonder how in the world you can do it.  I honestly do not think it’s possible.  The God I know, follow, and trust gives me assurance that He’ll never leave us, fail us or abandon us (Joshua 1:5).  That God wants you to know the same thing.  He is the Foundation, He is the Context, He is the Reason.  Of and for everything.  Yeah, I realize that means the bad stuff as well as the good stuff, but in all honesty I can’t imagine the bad stuff without Him or the good stuff without Him.  He understands, controls, ordains all that happens to us … and it’s all – whether we understand it or not – a direct result of His unimaginable, unquantifiable, unconstrainable, and unconditional love.

Soli Deo gloria!