Month: September 2023

The Chosen

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I’ve begun watching the third season of The Chosen. I’ve already watched the first two seasons, so I thought I might as well see the next one. Just so you know. I’m not a fan of the series. I believe too many non-biblical liberties have been taken with the script. I also know that, in order to create a complete story, unknown elements must be added. Conversations and scenarios must be created. Unknown personalities must become known. My concern with the series is the unnecessary interpretation of events. I take issue with additions that distort the truth of the biblical stories. But those issues are for another day.

I have, however, been pleasantly surprised with some scenes in this third season that cause my imagination to take over. I wonder how I would respond if I were in the same situation as these twelve disciples. I wonder if I would be gracious or anxious. Would I become angry or repentant if I didn’t find the healing I wanted or needed when I saw others being healed? Would I be willing to leave family and home for weeks on end to tell a new story of the Promised Messiah I was now following? Would I be willing to risk everything, even my life, for a message many didn’t understand or want to hear?

The scenes that most take me by surprise are the ones where the twelve disciples are learning to really trust who Jesus says he is. They’ve said they will follow him. And then he commissions them to go out into different towns and villages two by two to share his message. He gives them the power to heal and perform miracles. He gives them the authority to cast out demons. And then they’re just supposed to go do it. And they know they’re only human. How can they heal sick people? And how can they perform miracles similar to what they see of Jesus? Who does he think they are? After all. They’re a gnarly group from different walks of life. Several were fishermen. One a tax collector. One a nationalist. Another would become a traitor. They weren’t best friends, yet together they forged a lifelong commitment to a cause that would disrupt the entire world for all times.

Imagine the humanity in these men as they performed their first miracles. The shock and awe that they had the same power that Jesus had when they see the person in front of them healed of an ailment. Deaf men hear. Blind people see. And when Jesus walked on the water to them as they were rowing in the nighttime storm, they knew he wasn’t a ghost. But how could he walk on water in the middle of a storm in the dark of night? How much trust and faith did it actually take to follow the Messiah in person? To talk with him face to face. To walk the dusty roads with him. To break bread with him. It was unusual, to say the least. Never had such a person walked the face of the earth. And never again would someone of his caliber come to earth.

Go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Matthew 28:19

When they sat with the crowd of five thousand listening to Jesus preach, they knew everyone had traveled a long way. No one had thought to bring lunch. And they sat listening to the Messiah speak for hours on end. Stomachs growled. People became restless. One small boy had brought his lunch. Five loaves of barley bread and two small fish. Hardly enough to feed such a large crowd of people. But Jesus blessed the food, and something amazing happened as the twelve began to distribute it. Everyone was fed and twelve baskets of food were left over. The disciples were in as much amazement as the crowd. And by the way. Where did the baskets come from?

Something much bigger than man was happening in the lives of those who followed the Messiah. They had personal contact with the Son of God. They ate with him. They traveled with him. They talked with him. They knew him personally, yet there was much they didn’t know or understand. He seemed to speak in riddles. He showed kindness to those who were unkind. He meted out words of anger and judgment to those desecrating the Temple. He knew information about people before he ever met them.

These twelve men were to share the news of this man’s message throughout the world. And they did so willingly. Oh. It was at a cost. They had to leave family behind. They were instructed not to carry extra clothes or food with them. They weren’t always welcomed in the towns they visited. But they went anyway.

One day Jesus called together his twelve disciples and gave them power and authority to cast out all demons and to heal all diseases. Then he sent them out to tell everyone about the Kingdom of God and to heal the sick. “Take nothing for your journey,” he instructed them. “Don’t take a walking stick, a traveler’s bag, food, money, or even a change of clothes. Wherever you go, stay in the same house until you leave town. And if a town refuses to welcome you, shake its dust from your feet as you leave to show that you have abandoned those people to their fate.” So they began their circuit of the villages, preaching the Good News and healing the sick. Luke 9:1-6

I wonder. If I had lived during the time Jesus lived on earth, would I have eagerly listened to his message? Would I have believed that he was the Promised Messiah? Would I have accepted the call to follow him? Would I have agreed to tell others a new message that stood in contrast to the Jewish laws of the day? Would I have been willing to risk my life for him?

The question is. Am I willing to do the same today?

If My Dad Was God For A Day

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She was writing the final paper for her senior year in college. The professor assigned the topic for the class. They had to answer one question. What would the world be like if your dad was made God for a day? This woman felt she was at a huge disadvantage. She grew up in a home with a single mom and little to no contact with her earthly father. So. How would the world be different if her earthly father played God for the day?

This woman said that her thoughts and opinions shaped the world and God’s place in it based on who her earthly father was. She perceived God to be absentee, unpredictable and emotionally disconnected, uninterested in her life. That was almost a mirror reflection of her relationship with her earthly father. She realized she had an inaccurate view of God and needed to change it. So, the following year she enrolled in seminary so she could learn a more accurate understanding of who God is.

Not all kids growing up in the same household have identical view of their fathers. Each kid’s personality and strengths and weaknesses are different, so a father will interact with each child in a unique way. Some who knew my dad might see him in a different light than how I see him. If they were telling this story, he might look a bit different. But isn’t it the same when we have opposing views of God? We may see God differently than someone else does. It all depends on our experiences and our views of many different elements of life.

It is an interesting question. And I thought I would put it to the test. What would the world be like if my dad was made God for a day? I’m basing my description on my dad’s chosen life’s work, not on his personality traits or strengths and weaknesses.

My dad was a farmer, so you could say that he worked from home. A normal day in the life of my dad would see him working on his farm. His workday would start with feeding the pigs. Then, he might sort the pigs into different categories. He would consider which ones were ready to be sold for slaughter and which ones to keep for growing the herd. If some pigs were ready to give birth, he would move them to the nursery. The job of a pig farmer seemed to revolve around sorting and feeding his pigs.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God, the Almighty. Revelation 4:8

On another day, my dad might work in the fields from morning until evening. In the spring, he would plant corn and soybeans. In the fall, he would plant the wheat and harvest the corn and beans. He would harvest the wheat in the summer or early fall. The work of a grain farmer consists of cultivating the ground, planting the seed and harvesting the crops. And praying for rain.

There was always work to be done in the fields. The soil had to be prepared for the crops that would be planted. There was plowing and cultivating the ground in order to soften the soil, because the soil had to be ready to accept the seeds that were sown in it. Once the crops were growing, fertilizer would be added for a plentiful harvest. At certain times in the growing process, he would till the land to remove weeds that had popped up between the rows of crops. If weeds weren’t removed, they could overtake the crop and there would be no harvest. Weeds had to be kept under control.

As farming methods progressed, my dad would use the no-till method of planting where the soil would not be disturbed until the seed hit the ground. The previous crop that had died back would be left in the field, and a new crop would be planted directly over it. This would prevent soil erosion. There was never any expectation that the seeds would plant themselves or the crops would harvest themselves. The farmer must do the work of planting and harvesting.

A farmer’s work is never done. If my dad wasn’t working in the fields or with the pigs, he might be repairing his farm equipment. There were tractors, combines, trucks, plows, disks, cultivators, planters and possibly other tools I can’t quite recall. The man was busy from morning to night. And on beautiful sunny evenings, he would load his family in the pickup truck to drive around the countryside admiring the fields of crops.

Everyone may not agree with my dad’s method of farming, but his work always produced great results. His crops produced a higher yield that other farmers in the area. He knew that the secret to a huge harvest was to start with healthy soil and the best seeds. My dad had a proper understanding of raising healthy and productive crops.

Now knowing what a day in the life of a farmer looks like, what would the day look like if he was God? With my dad’s background in farming, I could see him as a nurturing God. As a discipler and a disciplinarian. He would be interested in feeding the souls of his people, but he would also discipline those who are going astray from his teachings. He would mentor those who are eager to know more about him and what makes him holy. He would sort the wheat from the chaff, the good fruit from the rotting fruit.

If my dad was God for a day, he would produce a huge harvest, because he had been faithful with the little he had been given. His crops would be able to provide for many who are less fortunate. He would feed the hungry and teach them how to feed themselves. His hard work would not be in vain. His talents were proven to be good, and he loved his work.

Not everyone approves of God’s ways, but his work always produces the best results. Perfect results, actually. He can do no wrong. The good news for my dad and for everyone is that he will never be God. There is only one God, and no one compares to him. And when we look at the truth of God that is found in Scripture, there’s only one story to tell about God. Our opinions and life experiences don’t change who God is or what he does.

Selling Soap

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I meet with my friend once a month, and we talk for hours. I told her that I recently discovered that I have crossed the threshold into old age. I think I had shingles. And only old people get shingles. Right? And I told her that I had been going to the local farmers market every Saturday morning. One of the vendors that I found is a soap maker. I’ve begun buying my soap and shampoo from this family. After the shingles popped up, I visited my local soap maker and unexpectedly found a soap called Problem Skin. After using it for a few days on my itchy skin and then covering it with beef tallow, I discovered that the shingles were gone. And boy. Was I ever relieved. The soap lady even suggested using their salve to help with the nerve pain. And it worked, too.

Oh. I wasn’t looking for a soap called Problem Skin to soothe my itchy skin, but I found it anyway. I didn’t even know that a homemade soap could be used as a treatment for shingles, as well as for eczema and poison ivy and other rashes. But the soap actually works. I’m amazed and relieved.

My friend and I also talked about many other things that day. We talked about our faith. We talked about politics and conspiracy theories. We talked about work. We talked about family. We prayed together. And as we sat out in the warm sunshine, the time together felt like a breath of fresh air. It was good to be with her again.

I realized later how simple and easy it was to tell her about the new soap I had found that helped with my itchy skin. If I’ve found a treatment that works for me, why wouldn’t I want to tell others about it? Maybe it would work for them, too. I’m no doctor, so don’t take this as medical advice. I just know that it worked for me.

I recalled how the soap maker had explained some of the other soaps in her shop. She told me how she used the shampoo soap and now only needed to wash her hair once a week. Another soap she mentioned had one ingredient that was a natural deodorant. She bathes with the soap and hasn’t used deodorant in over ten years. She was excited to explain all the different natural soaps she and her husband made. She didn’t hesitate to talk about her life’s work, and she placed a business card in the bag with each purchase. She wanted everyone to know about her handmade soap. And she wanted others to share it with their family and friends.

The husband and wife soap making team are in the process of handing the business over to the next generation. They’re busy teaching soap making to their daughter and son-in-law, so the family can continue the small business for many more years.

But how can they call on him to save them unless they believe in him? And how can they believe in him if they have never heard about him? And how can they hear about him unless someone tells them? And how will anyone go and tell them without being sent? That is why the Scriptures say, “How beautiful are the feet of messengers who bring good news!” Romans 10:14-15

If it’s so easy to tell someone about a new product I’ve found, why isn’t it easy to tell someone about the God I serve? Why isn’t it easy to tell them how he is the best and most trusted friend I’ve ever found? Why isn’t it easy to tell them that he loves me unconditionally, and he loves everyone equally? Why isn’t it easy for me to tell someone else who is also made in God’s image that they too can have a close personal relationship with him? Why isn’t it easy for me to tell someone that God forgave all my sins, and he’ll forgive theirs too if they ask? I would hope someone would tell me about God if I hadn’t learned about him early on in my life. Why would anyone hide such good news?

If we call ourselves Christians and really believe without a shadow of a doubt that the Bible is God’s Good News to the world, why do we keep quiet about it? Oh. We are quick to say that we are supposed to hide God’s Word in our hearts so that we might not sin against him. We are only fooling ourselves if we think that means we’re to keep the good news to ourselves. What that verse is telling us is that we need to study God’s Word and make it real in our lives. But do we even do that?

I have hidden your word in my heart, that I might not sin against you. Psalms 119:11

And then, what about the verse that asks how people can believe in God if they never hear about him? And how can they hear about him unless someone tells them? How do we explain keeping our lips sealed when we know the secret to eternal life and keep it only to ourselves?

Just as the soap lady is so eager to share her message, all who call themselves followers of Christ must willingly share the Good News that has been shared with us.

How much do you have to hate somebody to not proselytize? How much do you have to hate someone to believe everlasting life is possible and not tell them that?

Penn Jillette

Even Penn Jillette, the outspoken atheist magician, knows that if the good news of Jesus Christ is actually true, then we who believe must not keep it to ourselves. And he is right. Maybe calling the act of silence hatred seems a bit strong, but keeping quiet about a life-saving faith certainly doesn’t sound very loving, either.

No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house. Matthew 5:15

Crabgrass Invasion

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The Israelites were at it again. They were disobeying God. Oh. Jerusalem had been destroyed by the Babylonian king, Nebuchadnezzar, but he left a remnant of Jews in the land. God had sent him to destroy the city of his favored people, because they had ignored his commands and disobeyed him for generations. They worshipped false gods. They lived in wickedness and even sacrificed their own children to these false gods.

Then when their lives were devastated by the destruction of their city and country, they ran to the prophet Jeremiah asking him to pray for them. They wanted a message from God. They wanted God to tell them what to do and where to go. And they told Jeremiah that they would do whatever God told them to do. Even if they disagreed with God’s command, they would still do it. Scouts honor.

Ten days later, Jeremiah came back to them with a message from God. And the one thing they didn’t want to hear was what they heard. Oh. They had already made up their minds that they were going to run to Egypt and escape the hardship of living in their desolate homeland of Judah. They wanted an easy life, and they thought they would find it in Egypt. But God said no. Stay in Judah. Do not go to Egypt. So they got mad and accused Jeremiah of lying. They were furious. How could they be expected to stay in a land they wanted to leave?

The remnant of people left Judah and went to Egypt, in full knowledge that they were disobeying God’s direct command. They had heard the warning that if they went to Egypt they would never leave there alive. They heard how they would die from war, famine or disease. Their stubborn hearts would not consider surrendering to God’s invitation to rebuild their lives in their homeland. Their hardened hearts would not allow them to believe God when he told them they no longer had to fear the king of Babylon. They didn’t listen when he told them that he would be merciful to them by making the Babylonian king kind to them. So they left knowing full well that God’s anger and fury would follow them to Egypt. They heard God’s warning that they would never see their homeland again. And they went anyway.

God knew the Judeans would disobey him when they said earlier that they would obey him even if they didn’t want to. He knew they had their hearts set on going to Egypt. He knew they would disobey him. And he allowed them to disobey. He allowed them to go and destroy their lives even further.

You can read this part of Judah’s story in Jeremiah 42-44.

So why do you keep calling me ‘Lord, Lord!’ when you don’t do what I say? Luke 6:46

I did some weeding in my flowerbed one morning while it wasn’t too warm outside. I had been noticing that crabgrass had begun forming a border along the driveway and sidewalk. It wasn’t a look that spoke to my heart, so I set out to remove the unwanted weed. As I pulled on the weeds, they came up easily. But I noticed in a couple of places where I pulled up the crabgrass that the concrete was damaged. I’m no expert of weeds, so I don’t know if crabgrass would damage a sidewalk. Or, does crabgrass thrive in concrete areas that are already weak or cracked? I don’t know.

All I knew was that I needed to get control of the crabgrass before it fully invaded my yard. I couldn’t let even a little bit stick around or it would soon destroy any remaining grass. Weeds left untended will take over an entire space. The ugly, unsightful weeds will cause harm where least expected. Not only crabgrass but any other weed left to its own devices will take control.

The problem was that I didn’t remove all the crabgrass that day. The sun was shining, and it became warm. I was uncomfortable, so I didn’t finish the job. And I didn’t walk far enough down the sidewalk to see how far the crabgrass had spread. I went indoors to my cool air-conditioned house knowing full well that I had left some crabgrass to grow freely. I didn’t seem to bother me, or I would have stayed outside and removed it.

God won’t force obedience on anyone. He won’t force us to do anything we don’t want to do. But if he requires something of us, then not doing so is an act of disobedience. God knows what is best for us, even if we don’t like his plans. He won’t lead us down some dark and dusty path and leave us all alone. And if we allow the weeds of disobedience and sin to grow in the corners of our hearts and minds, then we leave ourselves open to moral and ethical rot and decay. Sin separates us from God.

God never condones sin. He never approves of words or actions that he has already said go against his will. But he will punish disobedience. And that disobedience if left untouched will lead us to death and destruction for eternity, if we don’t remove it from our lives.

But the good news is this. He will forgive our sins when we confess them.

Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. Romans 10:13