May I Have This Dance?

“Their idols are silver and gold, the work of human hands. They have mouths, but do not speak; eyes, but do not see. They have ears, but do not hear; noses, but do not smell. They have hands, but do not feel; feet, but do not walk; they make no sound in their throats. Those who make them are like them; so are all who trust in them.”
Excerpt from Psalm 115: 4-8; 16b-18


It is said that no one has seen the words, “I wish I’d spent more time at the office” on a tombstone. A former colleague told me that she decided to re-think her priorities after asking her 4-year old daughter to do something and the daughter’s reply was: “I can’t mommy, I’m in a meeting.”

Here the psalmist speaks of silver and gold idols that neither speak, hear, smell, or feel . . . or dance. The same is true for each of us as the worship of lifeless forms diminishes our highest and best joy. True worship happens in the places we devote our time, money, deepest affection, and gratitude.

Are you feeling lifeless today? If so, look for lifeless idols on your calendar, in your checkbook, and on your balance sheet.

Idols can be many things: as excessive work—even ministry work; judgment that holds on to old hurts and arguments; the striving for perfection that makes us high achievers, but perpetually dissatisfied or alone; focus on our kids at the expense of being present for a spouse or partner; risk aversion or excessive risk-taking; abusing gambling, alcohol, or drugs; fear and emotional unavailability  . . . and so much more.

The highest aim of your life and mine is to glorify God, manifesting our best as God has uniquely made and called us, generating spontaneous thanks and praise for ourselves and others . . . by just being. Is there time for that God-creation on your calendar? Is your God’s creation dancing through the events, relationships, and memories of the last week . . . or are you in a meeting?

God is still asking, “May I have this dance?”

Gracious God, get me on the dance floor and twirl me! Amen

Grace and Peace
Steve

 

Keep Our Priorities Straight

Someone in the crowd said to Him (Jesus), “Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.” But He said to him, “Man, who made me a judge or arbitrator over you?” And He said to them, “Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.”
Luke 12:13-15


In 1999, Time Magazine declared Albert Einstein to be the “Person of the Century.” Passing over you and me, Einstein received this prestigious award because, as Time said it, he was “the pre-eminent scientist in a century dominated by science.”

When Einstein died in 1955, he donated the literary rights to his 75,000 papers, along with other estate items, to the Hebrew-University of Jerusalem. Apparently, the rights to Einstein’s image are also owned by the Israeli university. That means whenever you see Einstein’s face on a T-shirt, or a mug, or a poster, or in a movie, or on puzzles, or coins or … (well, you get the idea) … every time Einstein’s likeness pops up the university makes some cash … and Evelyn Einstein makes none.

Einstein’s granddaughter, Evelyn, thinks that’s unfair. As a 69-year-old cancer survivor, she says the university should share the estate with her since she could use help with her medical bills. The university says, “Einstein left all of his intellectual property, encompassing his literary estate and personal papers, to the Hebrew University, including the rights to the use of his image … the income of the university from the use of his image is dedicated to scientific research.”

So, who is right? I think the best answer is Jesus’ answer: “Man, who made me judge or arbitrator over you? Take care, and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.”

Sometimes the last part of Jesus’ wisdom gets forgotten and we end up with our lives dedicated to the accumulation of stuff. For example, ask a businessman what is more important, “family or work,” and he will always reply, “family.” Ask the same man where he invests the vast majority of his time and energy and you may get a different answer. The same can be said for many of us. This is why we need to keep our priorities straight. Worship of the Savior ought not to fall somewhere between raking the leaves and having our teeth cleaned. Support of His work ought not to be at the bottom of our bill paying.

Life is more than stuff … and the Savior, who gave His life to save our eternal lives, deserves the best from His grateful children.

Dear Lord, You have done so much for me; may I always be grateful to You. This new heart I ask for in Jesus’ Name. Amen.

Grace and Peace
Steve

 

Don’t Be Afraid

(Jesus said) “Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the Kingdom.”
Luke 12:32


Are you afraid? Most people seem to have their bouts with fear.

Maybe that’s why this story has always kind of amused me. The imaginary tale begins in the days of the Roman Empire. Although we would say throwing someone to the lions is a case of cruel and inhuman punishment, the Romans actually relished the practice.

Indeed, a great cheer went up from the stands when a fresh criminal was thrown to the beasts. Strangely, rather than screaming at the approach of the lion, this criminal merely whispered into the lion’s ear.

The crowd gasped as the animal backed off. Three more times this happened until, out of curiosity, the criminal was pardoned. The emperor called the delivered desperado before him and asked what he had said to the lion. The criminal confessed he had whispered, “After dinner you’ll be required to say a few words.”

What are you afraid of? You’re a rare person if there isn’t something that sends a cold shiver down your spine.

Thankfully, the thing we ought most to be afraid of will never happen!

And what is that thing? It’s being afraid of living life without God. I can think of nothing in this world that would be more frightening.

But, as I say, that will never happen. Because of Jesus’ completed work of redemption, we know the Lord will never leave us or forsake us.

Now, because that big fear has been conquered, all our other little fears are put into perspective. With God beside us, we know we’ll be okay. Even if, after dinner, we’re expected to say a few words.

Heavenly Father, thank You for being close beside us in all our life situations. Keep us safe in Your hands until — because of the Savior’s sacrifice — we are taken to that place where fear has been banished. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.

Grace and Peace
Steve

Academic Integrity Lost

I guess I just have to get this off my chest… and see how many people de-friend me or drop my blog. For complete openness, yes I received my masters at Duke. And yes, I have always wanted to go to Duke, but not so much for basketball (certainly not football in those days) but for the academic integrity of the school. Our standards are high. Our academic credentials are unquestionable. Education before sports. If you don’t earn it, you don’t get it. There have been many athletes over the years we could not get to come to Duke because our academic standards were higher than they could reach. I am proud of my school, and I am a better person for being part of the Duke family.

I remember what my dad use to always say to my brother and me… especially me… when we would leave the house: “Remember, you are Martins. Act like one.” We knew exactly what he meant… “There is a certain high standard you live by and are identified with. Folks expect you to act honorably. Your actions out there represent all of our family. Do not do anything to bring dishonor on your family.”

Last Friday (Oct 13, 2017) the NCAA announced they could not find anything wrong with the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill offering students and athletes a course that required no attendance, no tests, only papers. Nothing is wrong with that if you don’t expect much from your students. But here is the difference: For 18 years these courses were offered and secretaries, teachers, tutors did the work for athletes in order to make sure these questionable students remained eligible to play whatever sport UNC offered. The NCAA stated that since these classes were open to all students (even though many students did not know about these courses) they were not in violations of NCAA rules and therefore no sanctions would be applied.

Well the UNC led NCAA may not have found this against the rules… but it would have been before they changed the rules in 2014.

Listen folks, we have to admit that UNC has some very good lawyers who are able to advise the school on how to get around the rules to keep students in danger of failing  eligible to play sports. And it worked this time… they got around 18 years of fraudulent classes designed to allow failing students to get A’s added to their transcripts and therefore remain eligible to play. What made this un-chargeable by the NCAA is that UNC approved these classes as proper classes.

What really bothers me is that I can no longer point to UNC as a school of integrity and honor…. someone in charge (the President, Chancellor, Provost, Trustees) knew about it and approved it, while other department heads, professors, staff and students knew about it but kept quiet. As students and alums of UNC your faculty has taken from you something of vital importance. No it is not your diploma or the prestige of that degree. They have taken from you the ability to truthfully say: “My school, UNC, is a university of integrity and honor. Forever there will be an * by UNC, and that * will signify lack of academic integrity. They robbed all students of academic integrity… and only they can restore it by stepping up, admitting they put sports money before academic integrity and they will accept whatever sanctions that should apply for what the NCAA called the worst infraction ever.

To all my UNC friends, I know you would not and did not take classes like that. I don’t know of anyone who did. I am sorry your school thought so little of their students that they would put you in this awkward situation. 

A PS needs to be added: If this were Duke, I would be writing the very same article except my heart would be broken in a million pieces. 

Grace and Peace
Steve

Dirty Windows

“… first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”
Matthew 7:5b


Their city houses were only a few feet apart. Although Ardith hadn’t met her new neighbor, she already knew a lot about her. That’s because their houses were situated in such a way that Ardith could look into her neighbor’s house through a multitude of windows.

Yes, Ardith knew a lot about her neighbor. Ardith knew when her neighbor got up, and Ardith knew her neighbor sewed every day in the late afternoon. Ardith also knew her neighbor wasn’t very clean. That fact was obvious because her neighbor’s windows were so dirty the images Ardith saw were quite fuzzy.

One sunny day Ardith decided to set an example and do some housecleaning of her own. Part of those duties included washing her own windows. After the work was done, Ardith sat down by her dining room window to rest and admire her work.

To Ardith’s amazement, she could distinctly see her neighbor sitting by her window, sewing. Commenting on the clarity of what she was seeing, Ardith said to herself, “Well, I’m pleased, my neighbor has finally washed her windows!” I don’t need to tell you that it was Ardith, not her neighbor, who had the dirty windows.

That’s a story which is, for the most part, made up … for the most part. Indeed, it is more true than we would like. That’s because most of us, in one area or another, could be Ardith. All of us have times when we think somebody else has dirty windows or dirty family laundry, and we jump to some pretty quick conclusions about them.

Such jumping usually is a big mistake. It’s almost always a mistake when we have the very sin or shortcoming about which we judge others. This is just one more reason why we need the Savior and one more reason why our daily prayer ought to be “Lord, be merciful to me a sinner.” Thankfully, because God is merciful and because Jesus has offered Himself in our stead, there is forgiveness and the opportunity to change. God grant that we do change and look twice to see whose windows are really dirty.

Heavenly Father, help us give our neighbor the benefit of the doubt. May we always make sure there is no log in our eye while we are pointing out the speck in the eyes of others. In the Name of Jesus, our Savior, we pray it. Amen.

Grace and Peace
Steve

Truly Thankful For Mercy

I have not concealed thy loving kindness and truth from the great congregation. Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy loving kindness and thy truth continually preserve me.” (KJV)
Excerpt from Psalm 40:10b-11

One Sunday, an irate woman announced to some members of the congregation that she would be leaving our church and changing her membership. When she was asked why, she responded: “Because the Pastor here does not preach enough about sin and judgment.”

Maybe this woman was missing the good ‘ole days when people came to church to have right and wrong clearly delineated for them. Many believe that the world was a better place when sin was sin and right was right and only those who entered into the kingdom through the straight and narrow gate would be saved. Everyone else (and this would include the vast majority of the world’s population) would be condemned. Eternally.

I remember those good ole days. But I don’t remember them as being quite so good. I remember that there was much confusion between eternal truth and temporal church tradition, partly because no one was allowed to question the Bible and there was no real Bible study – only prescribed Bible commentary. I remember people proclaiming things in church that they did not practice outside of church. And I remember people who did not meet the standards of religious ethical behavior being ostracized, publicly humiliated and spiritually damaged.

I could not really argue with the woman who left our church because she did not hear enough about sin and judgment. The truth is, that like the Psalmist, I can only give to others that which I have received from God. The Psalmist draws a direct correlation between the loving kindness and truth that he has proclaimed to his congregation, and the loving kindness and truth that he has received from God. To be sure, there is acknowledgment of sin and sin’s consequences in telling the truth, but the essence of the Psalmist’s message was the loving kindness of God. That loving kindness opens the door to true confession without coercion, making us truly thankful for mercy instead of judgment. Others may feel compelled to expound upon sin and judgment. I’ll just stick with loving kindness and truth. That’s what I’ve received and that’s what I need.

Dear God, we thank you for giving us not what we deserve, but what we need. Now help us to take that which you have given and give it to others.  Amen.

 

Don’t Hope…Decide

“But at the beginning of creation God made them male and female.’  ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate.”
Mark 10:6-9


Michael Hargrove tells about a scene at an airport that literally changed his life. He was picking up a friend. He noticed a man coming toward him carrying two light bags. The man stopped right next to Hargrove to greet his family. The man motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They hugged and Hargrove heard the father say, “It’s so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!” “Me, too, Dad!” said the son. The oldest son (maybe nine or ten) was next. “You’re already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!” Then he turned to their little girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half). He kissed her and held her close. He handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, “I’ve saved the best for last!” and preceded to give his wife a long, passionate kiss. “I love you so much!” He said to his wife softly.

Hargrove interrupted this idyllic scene to ask, “Wow! How long have you two been married?”

“Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those,” the man replied, as he gazed into his wife’s face.

“Well then, how long have you been away?”

The man turned around and said, “Two whole days!” Hargrove was stunned. “I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!”

The man stopped smiling and said, “Don’t hope, friend . . . decide!”

And that’s it, isn’t it? For most of us it comes down to a decision. “Till death us do part.” It doesn’t happen in every relationship, but that is still the ideal that Jesus gives us.

Lee and Wendy Perkins had buried two spouses. However, when they met and decided to marry, they said they were going to make this marriage work no matter what. It was a happy third marriage for them both… it was a marriage that lasted 42 years.

When we step before the altar to wed what have we decided… to make it work at all cost? Or to see how long this will last? Let me suggest to decide together that you will make it work… which means give and take on both sides as you grow and move together to become one.

Don’t just hope it will work. Decide it will work. And then stick to it.

Dear Lord, I thank you for my marriage of 52 years. I thank you for all the good times and even the difficult times. I thank you for the love, wisdom, and understanding of my wife. I thank you for the blessings of all these happy years together. Lord, it has been a hoot. You really know how to pick ’em. In and through Jesus. Amen.

Self-Interest

After Adam and Eve disobeyed God for the first time—and sin entered the world—it didn’t take long for them to begin looking out for number one. Enter self-interest: They heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden.
(Genesis 3:8)


Adam didn’t assist Eve. She really wasn’t concerned about him either. Both got busy and whipped up a self-made cover-up. And (can you believe it?) they attempted to hide from God. Of course, you can believe it! To this day it’s humankind’s favorite game . . . even though we lose every time we play it.

Then the LORD God called to the man, and said to him, “Where are you?” He said, “I heard the sound of You in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid myself.” (3:9-10)  

As God probed deeper, Adam and Eve became increasingly more defensive. They hurled accusations at each other and then at God.

The man said, “The woman whom You gave to be with me. . .” (3:12).

The woman said, “The serpent . . .” (3:13).

The pattern hasn’t changed, has it? Since the original scene, the history of humanity is smeared with ugly marks of selfishness. Unwilling to be authentic, we hide, we deny, we lie, we run, we escape. Anything but the whole truth! We ridicule, we dominate, we criticize. We cut a person to ribbons with our words. And then we develop ways to keep from admitting it. Here are a few:

“I’m not dogmatic; I’m just sure of myself.”

“I’m not judging; I’m discerning.”

“I’m not argumentative; I’m simply trying to prove a point.”

“I’m not stubborn, just confident!”

All this comes pouring out of our mouths with hardly a second thought. And in case you live under the delusion that we are mild-mannered and gracious in getting our way, watch what happens in heavy traffic . . . or at the checkout stand in the local grocery store. I mean, we go for the jugular! All to the tune of self-interest. Indeed, this should not be. 

Gracious God, help me to be the real, authentic person you created me to be. Amen.

What If They Hate My Book?

Many of you know that I have published eight books on spiritual and nutritional topics, one on my life as a US Marine, with the latest one being a novel entitled Kill Potus. I have had a very difficult time getting my friends to buy and/or review this book… don’t know why. I think some are frightened by the title, thinking that it is about killing the current president… not the case… it is about saving a president and the American way of life. Some just aren’t interested in that type of story. And there must be a host of other reasons why this book stays on the shelves. I do know that you have to put in either the title or my full name in order to find it on Amazon.

I have been feeling quite badly about this situation, and then I read a good article, by an author that expressed my feelings rather well. The article is entitled: “But What If They Hate My Book?” Here is some of what she wrote: “I have written 16 books and I am pretty much convinced that each book will be hated, or (at the very least) someone will find some glaring flaw that I missed. When I was first published, some 17 years ago now, I recall having nightmares that people hated my first book so much that they were chasing me down the street, throwing copies of my book at me. No joke. The fear is real and often it can be so paralytic that it keeps us from reaching our higher goals. And, I imagine, it has resulted in a lot of great books remaining unpublished.”

I am having that dream a lot. I’ve even dreamed that the Secret Service (because of the title alone) has been following me, tapping my phone and monitoring my emails and Facebook posts. Friends are saying: “Hey, I reviewed your book… it was very good” and yet Amazon reports no reviews given. Even the IngramSpark catalogue to some 30,000 vendors will not add my book until the January issue.

The big problem is that I have postponed writing any more. I go in and just sit at my desk with no motivation whatsoever to write again. I have another book in mind but I have not been able to write any of it. My wife says: “Don’t write anything about the world today, write a happy book. I would love to write a “Happy Book” but right now I am not at all happy.

James Patterson says: “If you can’t handle rejection, don’t become a writer.” I should be able to handle rejection after 40 years in the ministry… but I guess I still have a problem with it.

Finally, my article writer continues the conversation with someone like me: “What if they hate it?” I asked. Her response is: “They might. And they may also love it? That is the risk of putting it out there.” I am still working through this and I hope I get through it in time to write another book.

Thanks for listening today.

Grace and Peace
Steve

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DAY: Columbus or Native American

It’s Columbus Day in America. Sort of. While still a Federal holiday, less than half the states observe Columbus day. And in some states and in many cities today is observed as Indigenous Peoples’ Day. Where Native Americans still have a fairly visible presence Columbus Day can be a bit awkward.

Contrary to what you may have thought, Columbus did not arrive on the shores of an empty wilderness, but on the shores of a world more populous than Europe. Tenochtitlan (Mexico City) was larger than any European city. But armed with guns, steel, and germs, and driven by the conquistador’s lust for gold and slaves, the population of the Americas was decimated. Columbus discovered America like that asteroid discovered the dinosaurs.

When Columbus first encountered the inhabitants of the “new” world, he wrote this in his log book:

“They do not bear arms, and do not know them. They have no iron. Their spears are made of cane. They would make fine slaves. With fifty men we could subjugate them all and make them do whatever we want.”

Well isn’t that nice. Columbus’ initial impulse upon encountering the indigenous other was to think, “Hey, these people would make good slaves!” Columbus was barely off the boat before the native inhabitants were being captured and sold into slavery. Columbus wrote, “Let us in the name of the Holy Trinity go on sending all the slaves that can be sold.” Apparently Columbus was a religious man…proposing slave trade in the name of the Trinity!

In Hispaniola the Arawak people were either sold into slavery or forced to supply a certain quantity of gold every three months. Those who failed to meet the quota had their hands cut off. That’s when the mass suicides began.

Modern scholarship places the population of Hispaniola in 1492 at no less than four million people. By 1520 it had fallen to 20,000. Do the math! The Niña, Pinta, and Santa María had brought Death to the Americas.

Bartolomé de las Casas, a young Spanish priest with the Columbus expedition, was appalled by the barbaric cruelty of his fellow “Christians” and spent the rest of his life documenting the abuses. Regarding the practice of forcing native men to work in the mines while the women worked in the cassava fields, La Casas writes,

“Thus the husbands and wives were together only once every eight or ten months and when they met they were so exhausted and depressed on both sides they ceased to procreate. As for the newly born, they died early because their mothers, overworked and famished, had no milk to nurse them, and for this reason, while I was in Cuba, seven thousand children died in three months. Some mothers even drowned their babies from sheer desperation. In this way, husbands died in the mines, wives died at work, and children died from lack of milk. In a short time this land which was so great, so powerful and fertile, was depopulated. My eyes have seen these acts so foreign to human nature, and I now tremble as I write.”

Do we tremble as we read? As you may have guessed I’m not so keen on making Columbus the object of any kind of holiday (holy day).

So what do we do?
For a start…
Maybe walk softly.
Listen to Indigenous people.
Feel more than a little conflicted.
Find a better hero than Christopher Columbus.

Columbus.

In the end he did not live up to his name “Christ-bearer.”
Maybe you could replace Christopher Columbus with Francis Xavier—
If you like your heroes adventurous and well-traveled.

Would it be too much to ask that European-Americans learn to lament the sins that made our “greatness” possible? At least realize that we are all so deeply implicated in systemic sin that there are no quick fixes and there is no easy answer to the question of what justice looks like. We are all so deeply implicated that we should be quick to ask for mercy and slow to condemn anyone. One more thing…

The next time you hear someone espouse Manifest Destiny,
Know for certain that you have heard a mighty and manifest lie.

This piece gives me food for thought as many of my ancestors came from Europe but my paternal grandmother’s ancestors were here to greet them.

Sadly, the history taught in schools is written by the victors who slant it to try to make themselves look good and their victims appear as violent savages, less than human. Later generations believe their propaganda and honor them with statues, name holidays after them, etc. This has for centuries served not only to fool the masses, but also to try to instill fear and remind those they abused of the atrocities in order to “keep them in their place.” 

We all need to stop idolizing those who commit atrocities, give a voice to the victims, and teach our children to love, honor, and respect all others not just those who happen to look and think like them.

Here’s some provactive verse from Native American poet John Trudell.

To God
John Trudell

We hope you don’t mind. but we would
Like to talk to you. there are some
Things we need to straighten out. it’s
About these Christians. they claim to
Be from your nation. but man you
Should see the things they do. all the
Time blaming it on you

Manifest Destiny genocide. maximized
Profit sterilization raping the
Earth. lying. taking more than they
Need in all the forms of the greed
We ask them why say it’s gods
Will. damn god. they make it so hard
Remember Jesus. tell them not to kill
Him. rather they should listen
Stop abusing his name and yours

We do not mean to be disrespectful
But you know how it is. our people
Have their own ways. we never even
Heard of you until not long ago. your
Representatives spoke magnificent things
Of you which we were willing to believe
But from the way they acted
We know you and we were being deceived

We do not mean you or your Christian
Children any bad. but you all came to
Take all we had. we have not seen you
But we have heard so much. it is time
For you to decide what life is worth
We already remember

But maybe you forgot

Grace and Peace
Steve