Do you ever have people in your life who want you to add your voice to their cause? A couple of weeks ago, a woman I know of was complaining how the ‘the church’ often asks for money. Within 4 days, she was trying to get me to come out to her own personal fund raiser. And she thinks I’m a hypocrite.
I am surrounded by many noble people who tout many worthy causes, and I often wonder if they think I’m cold when I don’t jump on their wagon. Although He isn’t a cause per se, I’ve chosen Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:54-56
New International Version (NIV)
54 When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
You see, I’m one of THOSE Christians. I’m among the few who believe that Jesus has beaten death itself, and if we want, through Him, we have access to the same victory.
It’s not that this life isn’t important. If you follow the life of Jesus through the Gospels, you’ll find that he cared very much for the earthly needs of those around Him. So I give money on occasion to things like MS and heart and stroke research.
However, I believe in a God who has the solution for death itself. I feel pretty good when I help out with jump rope for heart. I’d feel awesome if my contribution helped to save a life, but that’s kind of the crux of the matter. In worldly terms, there really is no such thing as saving a person’s life. At best, medically speaking, it’s a temporary postponement of the inevitable.
The world really isn’t embracing the message that I carry, but if by being faithful, I can be a part of the salvation of but one person, literally and for all eternity, I think that’s big. If on the off chance I’ve been wrong, I’ve probably still contributed more to charity and medical research than most people.
For me, the day is coming when I'll shed this body of death, and put on an imperishable body. If there is a chance that I can be instrumental in helping others into making that leap of faith, I'm going to pursue it. People will go under the knife having a fifty percent chance of living, if only to gain another 10 years or so. If there is the slightest chance that Jesus has really defeated death, once, for all time and it's offered freely to us, why such resistance in this world? We're not talking about another ten, 15 or even 100 years. Were talking about forever here.
As in most things, I’m prepared to be wrong in this matter. Are you?
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Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Difficult Blessings
Good evening. I'm about to try an experiment. I've been reading the writings of a young blogger named Margaret Neufeld for over a year now. I have often pondered the idea of having another writer sharing my space here on Blue Collar Christianity, so this is kind of a test. Maybe this should be my show, and my show alone. So please let me know what you think, and if you'd like to see more from her.
Personally, I think her heart and authenticity fit well with what I hope to see on this blog. You be the judge.
If you want to hear more from her, feel free to find her at her own site at
http://histhrone.blogspot.ca
Difficult Blessings
About two weeks ago, I was going through a difficult experience, as I detailed in my last post. In that time, I was reminding myself of the cross, what Jesus had done for me, and my great need for God. It was hard. And although it was hard, I was thankful for the experience in that I was learning my need for God in that time.
Well, that difficult experience got better. My problems that were causing me grief got worked out. I was more than happy to thank God for His grace and move forward. I had, however, not learned my great need for God in the way I thought I had. While I had seen it in one area of my life, I had forgotten it in another. In the following days, I found myself wandering in my mind and seeking my own amusement. It was fun and I was happy. I did notice though that I didn't feel the need to spend the time in prayer as I had in recent days. I shrugged off the thoughts that I allowed to linger and became increasingly relaxed toward sin. Pushed it aside, thinking it really wasn't a big deal. Looking back, I was rather alarmed at what passed through me at that time.
Four days. Four days was all it took for this to transpire. Four days from knowing my need for God in one area and ignoring it another and wanting to go my own way. Looking back though, I know it didn't in actuality happen in just four days. Compromise and sin rarely happen overnight. It starts with tiny seeds that go unchecked. It starts with that thought I know I should shut out but allow to linger a little longer. It's a slow, yet very quick process when I let my guard against sin down a little, just a little bit more each time.
And then I'm left wondering what happened as I find yourself sitting in filth once again, the mess I thought was a part of the past. I wonder why I feel distant from God when only a few days earlier I so keenly felt the nearness of His presence.
But in the time I was going through this, I felt another strange feeling come over me. I wanted to utter a strange prayer. I wanted to welcome difficulty into my life, because I knew it was often what kept me close to God. It was the exact opposite of how I used to respond, when I turned away from God in hard times. I know now that when life is breezy and I can go about amusing myself, I wander from Him. I wander from purity and holiness. I wander from the principles I believe in and begin to wonder if I should cast them aside. I wander to ugly places and begin to become comfortable there again. I never thought I would wish for life to become harder.
I have to come to God in repentance again, seeking Christ's power over sin. I have to ask Him again to instill within me His desire for holiness. I have to keep my focus on Him that I may continue on the narrow way. I have to let the hard times keep me close to Him and not forget that when circumstances gets easier.
The difficult times we often go through can actually be blessings. They don't feel that way at the time, but they are. It's then that we grow and experience the nearness of God, when we know we need His strength for every step. We forget that otherwise. So next time you're going through a difficult time where you have to fall before the throne of grace at least ten times a day, be thankful that it's keeping you close to Him. And remember to stay close to Him when He lifts you up to higher ground.
(By the way, before this post was even published, I had a difficult day where three specific events caused me much frustration. I was not thrilled and it was hard to be thankful. But I had to remind myself that it was what I had wished for, bring my frustration before God, try to learn from my mistakes and move on. Be careful what you pray for.)
Posted by Margaret Neufeld at 5:03 PM
Personally, I think her heart and authenticity fit well with what I hope to see on this blog. You be the judge.
If you want to hear more from her, feel free to find her at her own site at
http://histhrone.blogspot.ca
Difficult Blessings
About two weeks ago, I was going through a difficult experience, as I detailed in my last post. In that time, I was reminding myself of the cross, what Jesus had done for me, and my great need for God. It was hard. And although it was hard, I was thankful for the experience in that I was learning my need for God in that time.
Well, that difficult experience got better. My problems that were causing me grief got worked out. I was more than happy to thank God for His grace and move forward. I had, however, not learned my great need for God in the way I thought I had. While I had seen it in one area of my life, I had forgotten it in another. In the following days, I found myself wandering in my mind and seeking my own amusement. It was fun and I was happy. I did notice though that I didn't feel the need to spend the time in prayer as I had in recent days. I shrugged off the thoughts that I allowed to linger and became increasingly relaxed toward sin. Pushed it aside, thinking it really wasn't a big deal. Looking back, I was rather alarmed at what passed through me at that time.
Four days. Four days was all it took for this to transpire. Four days from knowing my need for God in one area and ignoring it another and wanting to go my own way. Looking back though, I know it didn't in actuality happen in just four days. Compromise and sin rarely happen overnight. It starts with tiny seeds that go unchecked. It starts with that thought I know I should shut out but allow to linger a little longer. It's a slow, yet very quick process when I let my guard against sin down a little, just a little bit more each time.
And then I'm left wondering what happened as I find yourself sitting in filth once again, the mess I thought was a part of the past. I wonder why I feel distant from God when only a few days earlier I so keenly felt the nearness of His presence.
But in the time I was going through this, I felt another strange feeling come over me. I wanted to utter a strange prayer. I wanted to welcome difficulty into my life, because I knew it was often what kept me close to God. It was the exact opposite of how I used to respond, when I turned away from God in hard times. I know now that when life is breezy and I can go about amusing myself, I wander from Him. I wander from purity and holiness. I wander from the principles I believe in and begin to wonder if I should cast them aside. I wander to ugly places and begin to become comfortable there again. I never thought I would wish for life to become harder.
I have to come to God in repentance again, seeking Christ's power over sin. I have to ask Him again to instill within me His desire for holiness. I have to keep my focus on Him that I may continue on the narrow way. I have to let the hard times keep me close to Him and not forget that when circumstances gets easier.
The difficult times we often go through can actually be blessings. They don't feel that way at the time, but they are. It's then that we grow and experience the nearness of God, when we know we need His strength for every step. We forget that otherwise. So next time you're going through a difficult time where you have to fall before the throne of grace at least ten times a day, be thankful that it's keeping you close to Him. And remember to stay close to Him when He lifts you up to higher ground.
(By the way, before this post was even published, I had a difficult day where three specific events caused me much frustration. I was not thrilled and it was hard to be thankful. But I had to remind myself that it was what I had wished for, bring my frustration before God, try to learn from my mistakes and move on. Be careful what you pray for.)
Posted by Margaret Neufeld at 5:03 PM
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Waiting for ME to Die
Single’s Awareness Day lands on the same day every year: Feb 14th. Many people also refer to it as Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t meant to be a day which brings to mind the ways some of us feel alone, but it does. It is meant to be a day to celebrate romance, but if you listen, you’ll often hear the voice of someone who doesn’t like the day because it makes them feel alone. How come?
There is a disease that infects pretty much everyone I know. It’s called, “ME”. It’s all about ME. Whatever you think, do or say, somehow has this mystical bearing on MY life. I’m told that people of other faiths often have feelings of being left out when they are in the presence of a Christmas tree. I’ve often wondered why that would be. I really don’t feel left out of Hanukah or Ramadan. I want no part in those kinds of celebrations. So why would a decorative tree make someone feel left out? Now it occurs to me. They’re infested with ME.
I’m not trying to portray myself as a spiritual giant so I’ll share my personal brand of ME in a minute or two.
As my wife and I raise our family, there are a few things that we have chosen to do quite differently than the way our parents raised us. I don’t want to dishonour our mothers or fathers, so I won’t mention which parent or parents I’m speaking about. Whenever we choose to do things differently, there is usually at least one parent who takes issue with our choices. The general response tends to sound something like this; “When you do things differently, it makes me feel like I did it wrong the way I raised you.” They’ve got ME too. Our choices as parents rarely have anything to do with them, yet somehow, the same ME black magic works its wonder.
In Mark 14, Jesus shares this with His disciples during His last meal with them;
“All of you will desert me. For the scriptures say, ‘God will strike the Shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered.’ But after I am raised from the dead, I will go ahead of you to Galilee and meet you there.” Mark 14:27-28
Think on that for a moment. Suppose that the most important person in your life just told you these words. ‘I’m going to die, and everyone will desert me.’ It’s really supposed to be about Jesus. How horrible! Man, he’s going to face death all alone. Wouldn’t this moment be a time for some empathy? It would, were it not for Peter’s ME.
“Peter said to Him, ‘Even if everyone else deserts you, I never will.’” Mark 14:29
So much for the sympathy. From Peter’s perspective, all he saw was his place in it.
I’m getting sick of ME lately, to the point where I notice every time I refer to myself, and the worst part is, I can’t help but think and talk about ME. I’m doing it right now. It really came to the forefront this week after reading a link from one of my friends on my facebook.
It was an article written by another guy named Kevin. As I read his article, much of it sounded strikingly familiar to some of the content in Alien Love. I sat at my computer screen, ready to send a link to the pages in my book that had made the same statement and had been written years before.
See! This article you’ve linked to, it’s not so hot. Look! I wrote the same thing three years ago, and you’re not asking your friends to read MY writing.
Every time I hear a pastor or an author refer to a topic that I have studied, spoken or written on before, I feel obliged to let them know, “I wrote a letter on that.” In my mind, it’s as if I should hold some kind of licence over the topic, and anyone else who speaks on the matter is stealing my spotlight.
I’m sure you’re not infected with ME to the extent that I am. There might be a place for ME. If I stopped talking about ME, then I’d have to preach at YOU and spend MY time worrying about YOUR sins. The thought of harping on YOUR sins is quite pleasurable, but YOU rarely share your true depravity with me.
Just so you know, I never sent the link from my book. She doesn’t need to know that I wrote on the topic before. I hope I can interpret my actions as an indication that I’m gaining victory over ME. Perhaps I can begin to rejoice that I’m not the only guy who loves Christ.
Enough of ME. How about YOU? Is life all about YOU? Do YOUR conversations always have to do with YOU? How do YOU feel on Valentine’s day if YOU’RE single? How do YOU feel when YOUR friends are celebrating something YOU aren’t a part of? How do YOU respond when YOUR kids choose a different life? Is it about YOU, or can you let it be about them? How do YOU respond when someone runs with an idea that YOU came up with first?
How about in a general conversation? If you’re talking with a friend who went to Cuba, do you feel obligated to share about YOUR trip to Cuba? What if we just got past ourselves, and could actually be a people who listened well to each other and stopped turning the conversation over to OUR lives? There is an intimacy which awaits us, if only we could crawl out from our own little world.
If you prefer to keep your ME, do you really want to follow Jesus anyway? I think we’re supposed to deny ourselves. (Or something like that)
There is a disease that infects pretty much everyone I know. It’s called, “ME”. It’s all about ME. Whatever you think, do or say, somehow has this mystical bearing on MY life. I’m told that people of other faiths often have feelings of being left out when they are in the presence of a Christmas tree. I’ve often wondered why that would be. I really don’t feel left out of Hanukah or Ramadan. I want no part in those kinds of celebrations. So why would a decorative tree make someone feel left out? Now it occurs to me. They’re infested with ME.
I’m not trying to portray myself as a spiritual giant so I’ll share my personal brand of ME in a minute or two.
As my wife and I raise our family, there are a few things that we have chosen to do quite differently than the way our parents raised us. I don’t want to dishonour our mothers or fathers, so I won’t mention which parent or parents I’m speaking about. Whenever we choose to do things differently, there is usually at least one parent who takes issue with our choices. The general response tends to sound something like this; “When you do things differently, it makes me feel like I did it wrong the way I raised you.” They’ve got ME too. Our choices as parents rarely have anything to do with them, yet somehow, the same ME black magic works its wonder.
In Mark 14, Jesus shares this with His disciples during His last meal with them;
“All of you will desert me. For the scriptures say, ‘God will strike the Shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered.’ But after I am raised from the dead, I will go ahead of you to Galilee and meet you there.” Mark 14:27-28
Think on that for a moment. Suppose that the most important person in your life just told you these words. ‘I’m going to die, and everyone will desert me.’ It’s really supposed to be about Jesus. How horrible! Man, he’s going to face death all alone. Wouldn’t this moment be a time for some empathy? It would, were it not for Peter’s ME.
“Peter said to Him, ‘Even if everyone else deserts you, I never will.’” Mark 14:29
So much for the sympathy. From Peter’s perspective, all he saw was his place in it.
I’m getting sick of ME lately, to the point where I notice every time I refer to myself, and the worst part is, I can’t help but think and talk about ME. I’m doing it right now. It really came to the forefront this week after reading a link from one of my friends on my facebook.
It was an article written by another guy named Kevin. As I read his article, much of it sounded strikingly familiar to some of the content in Alien Love. I sat at my computer screen, ready to send a link to the pages in my book that had made the same statement and had been written years before.
See! This article you’ve linked to, it’s not so hot. Look! I wrote the same thing three years ago, and you’re not asking your friends to read MY writing.
Every time I hear a pastor or an author refer to a topic that I have studied, spoken or written on before, I feel obliged to let them know, “I wrote a letter on that.” In my mind, it’s as if I should hold some kind of licence over the topic, and anyone else who speaks on the matter is stealing my spotlight.
I’m sure you’re not infected with ME to the extent that I am. There might be a place for ME. If I stopped talking about ME, then I’d have to preach at YOU and spend MY time worrying about YOUR sins. The thought of harping on YOUR sins is quite pleasurable, but YOU rarely share your true depravity with me.
Just so you know, I never sent the link from my book. She doesn’t need to know that I wrote on the topic before. I hope I can interpret my actions as an indication that I’m gaining victory over ME. Perhaps I can begin to rejoice that I’m not the only guy who loves Christ.
Enough of ME. How about YOU? Is life all about YOU? Do YOUR conversations always have to do with YOU? How do YOU feel on Valentine’s day if YOU’RE single? How do YOU feel when YOUR friends are celebrating something YOU aren’t a part of? How do YOU respond when YOUR kids choose a different life? Is it about YOU, or can you let it be about them? How do YOU respond when someone runs with an idea that YOU came up with first?
How about in a general conversation? If you’re talking with a friend who went to Cuba, do you feel obligated to share about YOUR trip to Cuba? What if we just got past ourselves, and could actually be a people who listened well to each other and stopped turning the conversation over to OUR lives? There is an intimacy which awaits us, if only we could crawl out from our own little world.
If you prefer to keep your ME, do you really want to follow Jesus anyway? I think we’re supposed to deny ourselves. (Or something like that)
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Does Prayer "Work"?
My wife and I are teaching grade 1 Sunday school for the month of April. As always, we were about to begin the class in prayer when one of the boys exclaimed, “But I already prayed today”. I always appreciate the kind of honesty that comes from the mouth of a child. Instead of chastising the lad, I asked the class how they would feel if their best friend ever told them, “I don’t want to talk to you right now, because I already talked to you today.”
They thought it was funny.
I’m not sure why, but I get laughed at a lot. Whether it’s a curse or a blessing, I’m not entirely sure. I don’t mind being a Christian court jester of sorts, so long as I have the opportunity to be used for the glory of God.
Whether we’re as forthcoming as the boy or not, I often have the sense that we tend to carry a lot of misconceptions about prayer. Well, I do anyway. Have you ever considered praying for something and asking yourself the question, “Will it work?” Does prayer ‘work’? On different occasions, I’ve heard other believers say that prayer ‘works’.
What is behind that statement? If I say that prayer ‘works’, what am I communicating? Tell me if I’m way off base. When we ask whether or not prayer ‘works’, the question we’re really asking tends to look more like this: “Will I get what I ask for?”
I’m a big “Prayer Works” kind of guy, although I don’t believe we always get what we ask for. My kids are using the DVD player right now. It plays DVD’s. It works. When I say that it works, I mean that it plays DVD’s. So when I say that prayer works, I’m saying that when we pray we really are communicating with God. ‘Prayer’ and ‘asking’ aren’t supposed to be synonymous.
Overall, I’m really not convinced that we as believers really appreciate the relationship we have with the Father through Christ our Lord. Prayer tends to be more of an obligation than an opportunity than a direct line to the Supreme Being of the entire universe.
I don’t set the standard for an acceptable prayer life. However, as a family, we do make time each evening to read the Bible together, talk about our lives and to pray. We have prayed for a lot of things as a family. Some of the things that we have asked for have been answered kindly. We really believe that God has healed some of our loved ones and brought us through some significant trials. There have been many things that we have asked for where God said “No”. We have lost friends to cancer, and watched as marriages fell apart despite our pleading.
As a family, we’ve gathered around to pray over each other for many things; from sickness, weird fleshly growths to hearing voices. I asked them this week, “What would it be like to grow up in a family that doesn’t pray for you?” My twin boys were the ones to respond.
The first said, “It would be like I wasn’t loved.”
The second followed saying, “It would feel so alone.”
I’m not here to check up on your prayer life. I’m here to ask the question, “Did it work?”
PS Actually...I kind of like when I make people laugh.
They thought it was funny.
I’m not sure why, but I get laughed at a lot. Whether it’s a curse or a blessing, I’m not entirely sure. I don’t mind being a Christian court jester of sorts, so long as I have the opportunity to be used for the glory of God.
Whether we’re as forthcoming as the boy or not, I often have the sense that we tend to carry a lot of misconceptions about prayer. Well, I do anyway. Have you ever considered praying for something and asking yourself the question, “Will it work?” Does prayer ‘work’? On different occasions, I’ve heard other believers say that prayer ‘works’.
What is behind that statement? If I say that prayer ‘works’, what am I communicating? Tell me if I’m way off base. When we ask whether or not prayer ‘works’, the question we’re really asking tends to look more like this: “Will I get what I ask for?”
I’m a big “Prayer Works” kind of guy, although I don’t believe we always get what we ask for. My kids are using the DVD player right now. It plays DVD’s. It works. When I say that it works, I mean that it plays DVD’s. So when I say that prayer works, I’m saying that when we pray we really are communicating with God. ‘Prayer’ and ‘asking’ aren’t supposed to be synonymous.
Overall, I’m really not convinced that we as believers really appreciate the relationship we have with the Father through Christ our Lord. Prayer tends to be more of an obligation than an opportunity than a direct line to the Supreme Being of the entire universe.
I don’t set the standard for an acceptable prayer life. However, as a family, we do make time each evening to read the Bible together, talk about our lives and to pray. We have prayed for a lot of things as a family. Some of the things that we have asked for have been answered kindly. We really believe that God has healed some of our loved ones and brought us through some significant trials. There have been many things that we have asked for where God said “No”. We have lost friends to cancer, and watched as marriages fell apart despite our pleading.
As a family, we’ve gathered around to pray over each other for many things; from sickness, weird fleshly growths to hearing voices. I asked them this week, “What would it be like to grow up in a family that doesn’t pray for you?” My twin boys were the ones to respond.
The first said, “It would be like I wasn’t loved.”
The second followed saying, “It would feel so alone.”
I’m not here to check up on your prayer life. I’m here to ask the question, “Did it work?”
PS Actually...I kind of like when I make people laugh.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Image Doctors (Acceptable Hypocrisy)
The week began with these words from the radio DJ: "A group of Fanshawe students is trying to improve the college's image." For those of you who are unfamiliar with the story, this past St. Patrick's day, approximately 1,000 young people took to the streets. The event has caught the eye of news reporters the world over. I'm not here to condemn Fanshawe students. I'm a Fanshawe grad myself, as are my two sisters. Seeing as nobody was seriously hurt, I'm not going to rail at anybody at all. What struck me most about the DJ's statement, was that whoever this college image improvement group was, they had little care about the character of the people who set the town on fire, but were more concerned about the image of the college.
Image is pretty well everything in our culture. Character is nothing. We care more about how we are perceived by others, than we do about the true fabric of our person. I read an article on Yahoo this week outlining some of the biggest interview mistakes we sometimes make. Apparently, it's a mistake to be forthcoming about who you are.
What if you have serious authority issues? What do you really need; an image makeover?
Doctoring our image is merely an acceptable form of deception. As an interviewer, I have been so thankful in the past when people have been honest about who they were. I remember one man in particular.
"So Mr. Ed, why are you looking for work?"
Mr. Ed proceeded to tell me all of the things his horrible boss has asked him to do. In my mind, I found myself thinking, "Gee. Some of those things are stuff that I'll want him to do. What are the odds that he'll be happy to do them for me?"
So I thanked Mr. Ed for his time, shook his hand and sent him to his next interview.
How do you suppose our working relationship could have worked out, had he been hired? Have you ever entered into a relationship of any kind under pretense? It doesn't work well. Have you ever purchased a product that didn't do the things that it was advertised to do? How did you feel about it? It was kind of like being lied to.
I have no idea of what London's rioters were so angry at. Whatever the issues were, I'm quite certain they haven't been dealt with. I seriously doubt that their greatest need is a public relations spin. The passage that immediately came to my mind with regard to the image makeover was this one:
Luke 11:39
39 Then the Lord said to him, “You Pharisees are so careful to clean the outside of the cup and the dish, but inside you are filthy—full of greed and wickedness!
The Pharisees take a lot of abuse in Christian circles, and rightly so. However, they aren't the only ones who are guilty of Christ's accusation. He was basically telling them, 'You're very concerned with looking good on the outside, but inside, you're filthy and wicked.' If our hearts are dirty, we've got bigger problems than simply a bad reputation.
If we were to look closely at the heart of London's rioters, maybe we're not so far off in some of our thinking. I don't know their hearts for sure, but there seems to be a growing segment of our world that resents authority. If that describes any of us, what place do we really have in society? Do you suppose that you'll be asked to manage Apple right out of college? And even if you land in the top spot, if we don't respect authority, what are the odds that we'll handle responsibility all that well? Taking the matter further, we're all accountable to someone else whether we like the idea or not.
If our hearts are rotten, dressing up for church or polishing our resume shouldn't even be on the agenda. For some reason, some forms of hypocrisy are quite acceptable, if not expected from us. We notice the church hypocrites, but fail to call out the Fanshawe Image Police or the resume doctors.
As for my thoughts on the riot. This probably won't be the last. If you follow popular culture, there is a blatant and growing disregard for the lives, property and integrity of others. What was once reserved for the punkish fringe, is becoming mainstream. Ask Green Day.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
The Lorax (Natural Might Be Bad)
This past weekend, my wife and I took our four children to watch Dr. Zeus', The Lorax in London. I'm not exactly sure why, but for some reason, I find myself thinking about it. It isn't that the story line is new, or that we haven't already beaten to death the themes of young love, the evil profit driven white businessman or the need to plant trees . So it isn't like many of the themes are anything new. Is anything really new?
That being said, there are some elements of the film that raise some questions. I encourage you to read Dr. Zeus' book for yourself. The Once-ler has made a living out of clear cutting Truffula Trees. It's too bad he hadn't taken a lesson from the selective cutting practices that we currently follow here in Southwestern Ontario. In the film adaptation, the Once-ler sings a song saying, "I'm just doing what comes naturally. Is that so bad?"
Think about that for a moment. He's just doing what comes naturally. Is it so bad? From the story's perspective, the rhetorical answer is an undeniable, "Yes!". From the viewer's perspective, yes it is wrong to cut down absolutely every tree in sight. How do you feel about that? Doesn't that challenge much of the thinking of our day? How well does the principle stand?
If it's natural, it's okay.
The film goes to great lengths to say that it isn't okay. Just because we're wired to do something, doesn't mean it's right. Just because we're programmed to accumulate wealth at the expense of others, doesn't make it acceptable. Unfortunately, we're generally fine with that mentality, because we've been indoctrinated to adopt a survival of the fittest mentality.
There are many aspects of the film that I really can't get behind, but I don't want to rain on its parade. On this issue however, I think I agree. Just because something comes naturally, doesn't mean it's acceptable. I often hear, "I was born this way" as a kind of defense for whatever the person wants to do. I rarely take anyone to task when they say it to me, but if you want to know what really goes on in my mind, I'll fill you in. We're told quite clearly through Jesus, "unless you are born again, you can never see the Kingdom of God." John 3:3 So when someone tells me they were born a certain way, in my mind I'm thinking, "Gee. That's kind of too bad."
I know that the world makes every effort to convince us that we're just animals. I for one just don't see it that way. Hate me. I can take it. I believe firmly that we were made in God's image and He had so much more intended for us. If you ever read the book of Jude, he speaks on a people much like the Once-ler saying, "they' will do anything for money". Jude 11 He mentions other things that these types are characterized for including sexual perversion, defiant to authority and self absorbed. It must be quite natural for them, because he describes them like animals who do whatever their instincts tell them to do. vs. 10
I'm going against a lot of accepted Christianity here. When conservative Christian types hear the phrase, "Born that way", they tend to respond saying, "No. It's not natural. It's a choice". I think deceit, greed and immorality are quite natural. Why else would we have to be born again?
Maybe in some respects, the evolutionists are quite right. Maybe we really are no better than animals. It certainly would explain a lot of what we see in the world. It would explain the sex trade. It would explain Kony. A lot of disgusting things are in fact very human. Where are you in that? What would Jude say about you? How horrible it would be if he were to say that our behavior is natural for us. Perhaps he would say the same thing he said about the people in his letter. "They live by natural instinct because they do not have God's Spirit living in them." Jude 19
Are there things you do out of instinct? Are there things that we justify by saying, 'That's just the way I am'? Maybe it really isn't a valid defense after all. I know I ask a lot of questions when I write. I also know that you rarely answer them. So I'll leave you with perhaps one of the bigger questions of life.
If there is absolutely no disconnect between our instincts and our actions, what's really going on inside of us?
That being said, there are some elements of the film that raise some questions. I encourage you to read Dr. Zeus' book for yourself. The Once-ler has made a living out of clear cutting Truffula Trees. It's too bad he hadn't taken a lesson from the selective cutting practices that we currently follow here in Southwestern Ontario. In the film adaptation, the Once-ler sings a song saying, "I'm just doing what comes naturally. Is that so bad?"
Think about that for a moment. He's just doing what comes naturally. Is it so bad? From the story's perspective, the rhetorical answer is an undeniable, "Yes!". From the viewer's perspective, yes it is wrong to cut down absolutely every tree in sight. How do you feel about that? Doesn't that challenge much of the thinking of our day? How well does the principle stand?
If it's natural, it's okay.
The film goes to great lengths to say that it isn't okay. Just because we're wired to do something, doesn't mean it's right. Just because we're programmed to accumulate wealth at the expense of others, doesn't make it acceptable. Unfortunately, we're generally fine with that mentality, because we've been indoctrinated to adopt a survival of the fittest mentality.
There are many aspects of the film that I really can't get behind, but I don't want to rain on its parade. On this issue however, I think I agree. Just because something comes naturally, doesn't mean it's acceptable. I often hear, "I was born this way" as a kind of defense for whatever the person wants to do. I rarely take anyone to task when they say it to me, but if you want to know what really goes on in my mind, I'll fill you in. We're told quite clearly through Jesus, "unless you are born again, you can never see the Kingdom of God." John 3:3 So when someone tells me they were born a certain way, in my mind I'm thinking, "Gee. That's kind of too bad."
I know that the world makes every effort to convince us that we're just animals. I for one just don't see it that way. Hate me. I can take it. I believe firmly that we were made in God's image and He had so much more intended for us. If you ever read the book of Jude, he speaks on a people much like the Once-ler saying, "they' will do anything for money". Jude 11 He mentions other things that these types are characterized for including sexual perversion, defiant to authority and self absorbed. It must be quite natural for them, because he describes them like animals who do whatever their instincts tell them to do. vs. 10
I'm going against a lot of accepted Christianity here. When conservative Christian types hear the phrase, "Born that way", they tend to respond saying, "No. It's not natural. It's a choice". I think deceit, greed and immorality are quite natural. Why else would we have to be born again?
Maybe in some respects, the evolutionists are quite right. Maybe we really are no better than animals. It certainly would explain a lot of what we see in the world. It would explain the sex trade. It would explain Kony. A lot of disgusting things are in fact very human. Where are you in that? What would Jude say about you? How horrible it would be if he were to say that our behavior is natural for us. Perhaps he would say the same thing he said about the people in his letter. "They live by natural instinct because they do not have God's Spirit living in them." Jude 19
Are there things you do out of instinct? Are there things that we justify by saying, 'That's just the way I am'? Maybe it really isn't a valid defense after all. I know I ask a lot of questions when I write. I also know that you rarely answer them. So I'll leave you with perhaps one of the bigger questions of life.
If there is absolutely no disconnect between our instincts and our actions, what's really going on inside of us?
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Alien Love, Gremlins and Kirk Cameron
If it’s okay with you, I’d like to share a conversation that I very much enjoyed today.
At work, a co worker of mine was asking about my writing. He isn’t a Christ follower, but he does care about me, so he shows interest in what I do. Whenever I talk to people about my book, the question usually comes up about sales. I’m not sure why. I suppose in our world, a lot of life revolves around those kinds of measurements for success.
When I told him that I really don’t sell very many, he seemed to want some specifics.
“How many have you sold exactly?”
To be honest, I really don’t know. I’ve never really tracked my sales all that well. I report everything on my taxes, but I give so many away. In his mind, he must have expected something more impressive, because when I told him, “160”, he posed another question.
“Why do you think it sells to poorly?”
It’s a big question really, and on the spot, I didn’t have a great answer for him. In honesty, I haven’t spent much on marketing at all, so my book is kind of a secret to most of the world. I don’t know how accurate my response was, but this is what I gave him.
“Well, basically, I talk a lot about God and sin. Who wants to hear that? Maybe if I wrote about sorcerers, or sex, I’d do better.”
Okay. I’m not the only guy with that kind of message, and some similar books do well. But seriously, calling people sinners really isn’t received favorably. Is it? How many people like to be told that they sin? Kirk Cameron is taking a lot of flak right now for this very issue. Pretty much the whole of humanity prefers to live with an air of self righteousness. We want to live thinking that there’s nothing wrong with the lives we live.
Giving a thoughtful look, he smiled saying, “Well Kev, as your future sales manager, maybe you can keep the whole God thing, just throw in some witches, a hobbit and a few gremlins. It’s okay to use the God stuff, just keep it metaphorical.”
I know it's not that simple, but the conversation was fun regardless.
At work, a co worker of mine was asking about my writing. He isn’t a Christ follower, but he does care about me, so he shows interest in what I do. Whenever I talk to people about my book, the question usually comes up about sales. I’m not sure why. I suppose in our world, a lot of life revolves around those kinds of measurements for success.
When I told him that I really don’t sell very many, he seemed to want some specifics.
“How many have you sold exactly?”
To be honest, I really don’t know. I’ve never really tracked my sales all that well. I report everything on my taxes, but I give so many away. In his mind, he must have expected something more impressive, because when I told him, “160”, he posed another question.
“Why do you think it sells to poorly?”
It’s a big question really, and on the spot, I didn’t have a great answer for him. In honesty, I haven’t spent much on marketing at all, so my book is kind of a secret to most of the world. I don’t know how accurate my response was, but this is what I gave him.
“Well, basically, I talk a lot about God and sin. Who wants to hear that? Maybe if I wrote about sorcerers, or sex, I’d do better.”
Okay. I’m not the only guy with that kind of message, and some similar books do well. But seriously, calling people sinners really isn’t received favorably. Is it? How many people like to be told that they sin? Kirk Cameron is taking a lot of flak right now for this very issue. Pretty much the whole of humanity prefers to live with an air of self righteousness. We want to live thinking that there’s nothing wrong with the lives we live.
Giving a thoughtful look, he smiled saying, “Well Kev, as your future sales manager, maybe you can keep the whole God thing, just throw in some witches, a hobbit and a few gremlins. It’s okay to use the God stuff, just keep it metaphorical.”
I know it's not that simple, but the conversation was fun regardless.
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