Posted tagged ‘Faith’

Giving Up Books

June 2, 2026

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:19-21)

I took an armload of books to the public library yesterday. They have a place where donated books can be left. So…with tears…and a prayer as if I was standing at a grave site, I left them for future unknown readers. If I had a handful of dirt in my hand, I would have thrown it on the covers.

Books are my chocolate, my weakness. Amazon makes it too easy. Garage sales are like going on a hunt for buried treasure. Of course, I haven’t read all the books that I have. Many of them have been a part of my library since Moby Dick was a minnow. They make creaking sounds as I open their covers. The pages have yellowed. Dangling threads reveal a time when book covers were made differently.

Giving up books is like giving up my tickets to a Colorado Rockies game. No, just kidding on that one. It would be more like giving up my first-class seat on a transatlantic flight and having me sit between two toddlers who persist in synchronized bawling. So…understand that taking that armload of literature to the library is a step toward maturity.

Honestly, if I passed away in the next few days, Carol would box up almost all of the books and donate them to the library. They wouldn’t survive past the viewing! So…I’m the one who is obsessed. Carol would be ready to turn the page, so to speak.

Each of us has something that could be labeled as our kryptonite, the thing that we treasure to excess. The thing we envision being a part of heaven’s mansion. For some, it might be a pantry of cookies and baked goods. For others, it’s a vault filled with cash and bonds. For still others, it’s family pictures that tell of past journeys and blessings.

What is it that gets stored up? What is it that I think twice about parting with? What is it that would not survive a catastrophe? The harsh, honest truth is that most of our treasures will end up on the curb, at Goodwill, or given to someone who will end up putting them in a box and dumping them in the far corner of the basement. Although our treasures have value to us, in the eyes of others they are junk or, at best, a bother.

What does have value is our relationship with Jesus? Although others may not comprehend its priceless significance, our relationship with Jesus will neither rust nor tatter. Thieves can’t take it. Judgmental people can’t render a verdict against it. Pessimists can’t peck away at it. It’s a treasure that retains its value…for eternity.

It’s painful, but I’m on a mission to lessen the number of books on my shelves and increase the volume of my intensity with Jesus.

Finding Harmony

May 28, 2026

“Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.

 Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone.  If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” (Romans 12:16-18)

Working with young people (middle school and high school) has exposed me to numerous interesting situations and personalities. Kids can be the most caring people on the face of the earth and, in a different situation, can also be the most insensitive, cruel creatures.On one day you can witness an outpouring the collections for the local food pantry, as well as someone stealing a classmate’s bag of Cheetos. One middle school teacher I was substitute teaching for would describe her students as “awesome and on task” one day and “feral” the next.

Why is it that a group of adolescents has such a hard time finding harmony? Why is it so difficult for them to “live at peace with everyone?” My answer, although I have no research to support it, is that they simply mimic what they see adults doing. The circumstances might be different but the roots are the same. When fights breakout between adults at graduation ceremonies (From kindergarten to high school), you have to shake your head and ask yourself if the video is AI or real?

Answer: It’s real.

Was the Apostle Paul so clueless as to suggest that we should be about seeking peace and harmony in how we relate to one another and treat each other? Were his words as absurd as someone believing the Washington Wizards will win the NBA Championship in 2027?

It seems that Paul believes it. Not the Wizards being champions, but rather that followers of Jesus are able to live in harmony and peace. In his podcast to the Romans, he mentions things for them to NOT do. Conceit is not to take root, not even to make a brief appearance. Pride needs to be surrendered. It leads to an attitude that won’t admit being wrong. Put two prideful people together and you have the plot line for an afternoon TV soap opera. And how about repaying evil for evil? That’s just another way of saying “seek revenge.” Getting even with someone is the attitude that will lead to another Hatfields and McCoys battle that will escalate and continue until people can’t even remember what they’re at odds about.

And Paul says to do what is right. Not what feels good and gets some press in the paper, but rather what is the God-honoring, Christ-reflecting thing to do. Be willing to associate with people who are different than you. That is, establish a culture that is committed to equality and mutual respect for everyone. For a sarcastic example, instead of the Baptists beating the Methodists to the restaurants after church on Sunday morning, rub elbows with one another in the same cafe booth. Harmony often gets pushed to the side when we become more focused on our differences instead of remembering the sacredness of our core similarities.

I know, I know…Paul is talking to people of a different time, culture, and circumstances. We raise our hands to make that excuse out of our determination to feel right, instead of a need to feel togetherness and…harmony! I’m afraid there will always be those folks to, figuratively speaking, can’t carry a tune but can easily destroy a soothing melody.

Saying Goodbye…Again…and Again

May 19, 2026

 “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.”

“Where, O death, is your victory?
    Where, O death, is your sting?”

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.” (1 Corinthians 15:54-56)

One of my high school classmates, an awesome lady who, the best I can say, treated you as an equal with respect and a listening ear, passed away about a week ago. Each death these days is like ripping off the bandage on a wound. It reopens what was being restored and bleeds the loss again.

One of my classmates listed all of the people from our Ironton High School Class of 1972 who have passed. It now stands at 27%. That list began with Mike Wilcoxen, who sat beside me in “home room” during his senior year, and continued all the way to Jona Murray a few days ago.

In the midst of all those high school classmates, one of my college friends and teammates, Stan Brown, passed away a few months ago. That one, as well, took the wind out of my sails for a while. Like tofu, life seemed tasteless for a while, no matter how it was prepared.

In one respect, I think of people like Stan, Jona, and Mike, and realize how blessed I have been to have known them. On the other hand, however, my heart aches because there is the sting of death that pricks at my soul. In addition, I know the list of losses will continue to grow. Of course, my name may be the next on the list, right down there in alphabetical order behind Mike Wilcoxen.

I know, I know, that’s a bit morbid, but morbid seems to be a descriptive adjective that gets attached to death. As the doctor appointments of my wife and me grow longer, it’s there in front of us. A couple of close friends of mine are in the midst of medical situations that carry frustration, confusion, waiting, and pain. It’s not that they are on Death’s Doorstep, but they’re wondering if it is going to get any better. They’re both about my age. Visits to the gym to get them back in shape are a distant memory in the past. Now it’s about aching muscles, knees that make noises whenever they come down a staircase, and wondering what tomorrow will hold for them.

However, those two friends are followers of Jesus. In the stings of our health challenges, there is the song of victory. They may be numbed by the present circumstances, but they are filled with joy about the victory that is theirs. That truth keeps them hope-filled and grounded in God’s embrace. It also keeps us praying for one another, because we believe in the mercy of God and the grace of extended hand.

Perfect-less

May 5, 2026

Do not be conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of the mind, so that you may discern what is the will of God—what is good and acceptable and perfect.” (Romans 12:2)

Evaluations from businesses, organizations, and even the hospitals we grudgingly were admitted to seem to be the new thing. Soon after a stay at a hotel, the overnight guest is sure to receive an email asking how his stay was, followed by an evaluation that seeks a “numbered score” between 1 and 10. A “10” means your stay was perfect. It means that your stay, hotel or hospital, was without a blemish. Disregard the tasteless food and the crowded elevators. It means we are to consider the good parts of the stay and hit the 10 that rings the bell.

The bar for perfection has been lowered. to where a good performance is viewed as award-winning. When I write a blog that I think is awesome, worthy of national attention, Grammarly shows me all the mistakes I’ve made, and all the sentences that could be made better with a little reordering of the words.

In fact, AI is seen as the new perfect. No one seems to question artificial intelligence. It straightens out the mistakes of losers and the idiocy of mere mortals. If it could only make the artificial eggs on the Comfort Inn breakfast buffet taste better!

When the dinner server asks how our meal was, and I reply that the mashed potatoes were a bit lumpy and the coffee too bitter, I expect a reaction of “I’m so sorry,” while the inner voice is saying, “Another complainer! Someone who is always whining about something!”

Perfection is expected by the perfection-less even though it’s not perfect. In other words, we view perfection as an easy target, like a rigged contest where winning is easier than putting my shoes on the right feet.

Perhaps our distorted view of what is perfect is more about keeping us from seeing the imperfections of our lives, our actions, and our attitudes. If I can convince myself that I’m the best thing since sliced bread, then I can avoid seeing the pimples that dot my existence.

Our focus on our awesomeness has the potential to keep us from seeing our fallenness. As the Apostle Paul told us in Romans 3:23, “All of us have fallen short of the glory of God.” Like an elderly man (me) who jumps to touch the lowest threads of the net attached to the basketball hoop, the elevation isn’t quite there. I fall short.

The good news is that God knows of my earthbound nature and through the giving (and perfection) of His Son, I have been lifted up. In His eyes, my failings have been cast to the side, and even though I’m about as perfect as a baked birthday cake that failed to rise, He has taken the “less” off of my perfection.

And I know it’s because he loves me!

Jeopardy Christianity

April 13, 2026

“But Thomas (who was called the Twin), one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.” (John 20:24-25)

The game show “Jeopardy” has been around for a long time, sixty-two years to be exact. Its appeal lies in the format of giving the answer, after which the contestants provide the question. The question always begins with one of those question words…who, what, where, when, and how.

For sixty-two years, people have not been settling for the answer, but asking the question.

It occurs to me that many of us have been brought up in such a way that we have all the answers and never struggle with the questions. My pastor, Rev. Dan Schumacher of the First Baptist Church in Colorado Springs, recently said in a sermon, “Memorizing someone else’s answers really isn’t faith.”

Thomas, the disciple known for his doubt, had questions about the resurrected Jesus, even though he had journeyed with the Lord for roughly three years. When the other disciples said that Jesus was alive, that he had been resurrected, and they had seen him and talked to him, Thomas couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He had questions.

Faith questions have often been frowned upon by the church. They prompt deeper conversations that reveal shallow spirituality. It’s been easier for the church to give answers than to fertilize the field to grow and encourage doubts. Like a fence around a swampy area with “Keep Out” signs, we’ve often been afraid of getting our feet muddy in the “muckyness” of doctrine and beliefs.

The seminary professor who challenged and taught me the most was Dr. Tom Finger, who was prone to ask the annoying question “Why?” Why do you believe that Jesus is the Son of God? Why do you believe in baptism? Why do you believe in the grace of God? I came to seminary with the answers while bypassing the questions. During seminary, I discovered the grace of doubt, which led me to notice the dips and potholes in my faith path.

I am not a theologian, just a Jeopardy follower of Jesus willing to ask the questions.

The Sacredness of Boredom

March 12, 2026

“The Sacredness of Boredom”

He (God) says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” (Psalm 42:10)

I’ve noticed a trend among young people, possibly connected to their parents. Entertainment has become the new norm. That is, young people expect to be entertained…anytime they’re awake. I’ve even noticed it in school. There are more and more game apps that entertain while trying to educate. 

Being bored is considered taboo. It’s like telling a seventh-grader to sit down and write an essay on the history of dangling participles. Gagging might be the reaction. Boredom is frowned upon. Attention spans are shorter, resulting in a constantly shifting set of what keeps a person’s interest. Reading is too slow for many people (as well as for some slow readers). It doesn’t keep their attention because it demands focus for longer periods of time. When I was teaching 8th grade back in the fall, Fridays in Language Arts were Book Club day. Each student was part of a group reading a specific novel. What a struggle it was to keep many of them engaged in the novel. 

Perhaps that is one reason James Patterson’s novels are so popular. Each chapter is about two to three pages long. 

Reading scripture is even more challenging. There are no moving parts, no visual graphics. It is the story of God read to inspire and reveal, not to entertain.

Which brings us back to boredom. Being bored is a walk into sacred moments. If Jesus’s purpose centered on entertainment, the forty days in the wilderness would have been, as kids would say, “torture.” In essence, it was preparation and confirmation—preparation for what was ahead and confirmation of who he was. The silence of the wilderness allowed him to hear his Father’s voice and do battle with the voice of the Deceiver. 

Our culture places a premium on being overextended. Parents run their kids between half a dozen different activities (clubs, teams, practices, and groups). An indication is to look at a family’s monthly calendar and ask the question, “When in the coming month will this family be allowed to be bored? Where in the coming month will they intentionally plan to rest away from social media, video games, and appointments?” 

The extension of that might be, when will God be able to get a word in edgewise? If he is nudging us in a certain way, when will we be still enough to hear? 

I’ll always remember a two-day retreat a group of pastors had at the convent of the Benedictine Sisters. We had two vesper services with the Sisters each day. During the course of a month, the Sisters prayed through the Psalms twice. The rhythm of their community was evident. It was not busyness that made them drowsy, but rather quiet moments of meditation, prayer, and listening. 

How strange to be in that setting, to quiet our hyperactive lives, and discover something deeper and sweeter; something refreshing and renewing that didn’t require a monthly subscription. 

The Silliness of Horizontal Cravings

February 25, 2026

Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire other than you.
 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
” (Psalm 73:25-26)

The hymn “More Precious Than Silver” includes the line “…nothing I desire compares to You.” Nice words to sing, but frequently forgotten in the daily cravings of our lives. Paul David Tripp in his devotional, New Morning Mercies, writes that sin “…causes us to look horizontally for what can only be found vertically.” (New Morning Mercies, January 6 devotional thought)

In many ways, our culture tells us what we should be craving. It’s been that way for a while. Remember “Big Mac Attacks” that McDonald’s assured us was natural? And how about the automobile commercials that feature starry-eyed consumers who are suddenly living their dream in a shiny new vehicle (complete with a cringing monthly car loan amount)?

Recently, I bought a pair of slip-on shoes. I like them. They’re comfortable. But guess what? I get a daily email or social media ad from the company trying to convince me that my feet will not be satisfied until I buy another pair. If they had their way, my closet would look like a shoe store.

The professional sports leagues have been trying to convince me that the NBA All-Star Game and NFL Pro Bowl are essential to my viewing pleasure. They aren’t, and I haven’t.

Unless it is fulfilling relationships and helping others in need, there isn’t much horizontal meaning. If someone or some group is trying to convince you that it is essential for your happiness, that’s a red flag of its non-essentialness. Like the story of the prodigal son, life away from the father (and the Father) looks enticing, exciting, and enthralling. And like the prodigal son, realizing how unfulfilling those ventures are brings us to the place of “void” that is bewildering.

I mean, be honest! Do the real housewives of Beverly Hills ever seem happy? With all of their makeovers, Botox treatments, and cocktail parties, they seem to be miserable human beings who are always complaining about someone or something.

I can;t remember a time when someone complained about the fact that God loves them and is always available for a talk. It doesn’t seem like there has ever been someone who gossips to their friends about God is all uppity! And yet, we spend most of our time trying to make life meaningful that has no connection to the Lord.

More precious than silver. Where do you look for value?

Column Reading

February 9, 2026

But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear. Truly I tell you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see but did not see it and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.” (Matthew 13:16-17)

In our church sanctuary, there are a couple of floor-to-ceiling columns on the side. My usual seat is on the right side, second row from the back, sitting between my wife and a 97-year-old man who goes by the name Pic. Sometimes, if I’m not pinned in, I can step to the outside of the pew as we sing a praise song or hymn.

You see, the column blocks the last couple of words on each line of the song we’re singing, which are projected on the screen in front of the sanctuary. For some of the praise songs, it’s not a problem because the lyrics are as repetitious as a “Dick, Jane, and Sally Primer Reading Book” from first grade. However, hymns, not so much! It looked like this:

Joyful, Joyful, we ad…God of glory, Lo…hearts unfold l…opening to the…Melt the cl…drive the dark…

So I find myself singing the first few words and mumbling the last few like a sixteen-year-old boy trying to ask the young lady who plays the clarinet next to him in band class to the Homecoming Dance. He gets the first few words out, and then his lack of confidence arrives on his tongue. He mumbles through, causing confusion to appear on her face.

That was me yesterday, singing with half a knowledge and humming through the “column words.” The Call to Worship was a greater challenge, with the worship leader saying a few words to lead the congregation into the next line of unfamiliarity. If my theology was formed on the basis of column-obscured biblical truth, I’d be warped in my walking with Jesus. In other words, if I only get half the message and decide to fill in the rest, like it’s a crossword puzzle, I’d be a flawed follower. Like Marcion in the second century, who rejected the Old Testament and excluded any of its references in the New Testament, his bible was very thin…and flawed.

My “column-challenged” understanding seemed like a parable Jesus might have told, explaining why some people saw but did not understand, that they only got half the story and made up the rest. That they read half of the gospel and filled in with what they thought sounded good. The trend these days seems to be to take a little bit of gospel truth, spin it around with preconceived ideas, and come up with a recipe that sounds vaguely spiritual but mostly opinionated.

We live in a time where the number of bible translations and paraphrases is more numerous than ever, and yet we are about half-a-truth proficient. The columns of our indifference and apathy have allowed us to settle on half the story. The half that isn’t gotten often makes the difference between being people of hope, faith, and grace. The half that isn’t gotten is also oftern filled in with the words of our culture, slanted and suspect.

For me, one solution is to step aside two steps, without knocking my wife or Pic over, and see the whole picture. Either that or like Mr. Frank, an elderly character in my Red Hot: New Life in Fleming novel series, who has memorized the words to all the hymns, taken them to heart, and sings with his eyes closed.

Or, I suppose, find a place that does not have a column blocking my view, where I can see the whole screen, the whole truth.

Self-Justified Anger

January 26, 2026

 Now the works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity, debauchery,  idolatry, sorcery, enmities, strife, jealousy, anger, quarrels, dissensions, factions,  envy, drunkenness, carousing, and things like these. I am warning you, as I warned you before: those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.” (Galatians 5:19-21)

Paul empties the cupboard of all the ingredients that tend to foul up the soup. Many of them are locks for being on the list, but there are others that we curl in our eyebrows in dismay. We can easily convict sexual immorality, sorcery, dissensions, carousing, and things like that, but…

Anger? How can an emotion that is part of our DNA be so bad that it’s put in the same mixture as carousing? After all, Jesus got angry at the moneychangers in the temple. Was he displaying one of the works of the flesh? That can’t be! He was without sin.

The truth is… these are angry times, populated by angry people who seem to jump into the pool of irrational behavior frequently. We leap before we look, speak before we think, and react before we pray. Jesus’s anger came as a result of religious shysters who were profiting from the pilgrims’ obedience to the religious laws of their day. Our anger comes as a result of things not going our way. There’s a difference between the two, but deaf ears to hearing the truth.

It seems that anger is now a core value of our political system. It shows its red-faced displeasure in revenge, non-sensical actions, and pouting. What most Americans would love to see is the ability to compromise and have a shared belief that seeks the good of the people. Anger sweeps those hopes into the dustpan and out for the trash. And it seems that when anger gets deployed (Please! I’m not talking about ICE agents when I use that word!) there is a personal sense of gratification that gets the angered person all goosebumpy.

Anger is an outward sign of our need to feel superior. Maybe even more than that, anger is the indicative emotion of our need for the other person, party, or group to feel inferior, to feel the heel of our boot squarely in their personhood. I’d be interested in knowing how much of our charitable giving or contributions to a cause is driven by our anger.

I wish I could say that followers of Jesus are distinctly different, but we aren’t. We are guilty of politicizing our religion according to our flavor and assuming that we are being Christ-like. We get irritated at our neighbors who mow their lawns on Sunday afternoon, but scroll through our cell phones as the pastor’s unheard words ask what message God is trying to get through to us. We get ticked off at the pastor going long in the sermon because it means the Methodists are going to beat us to Cracker Barrel.

Angry spirits drown out the whisperings of the Holy. Peace, on the other hand, is punctuated with moments of silence and comprehension that comes from listening.

You probably know this already, so take this as a refresher reminder. Immediately after the Apostle Paul defined the works of the flesh, he gave us another list. It’s a list of indicators of the Holy Spirit’s activity in a person’s life. They get referred to as the fruit of the Spirit. Here they are again, and I love his lead-in to them.

By contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against such things.” (Galatians 5:22-23)

It seems that the first list is all about what I can get, or my group can get, but the second list is all about having Christlike behavior towards all and seeking to do what is beneficial for all.

The Platinum Rule

January 19, 2026

“In everything do to others as you would have them do to you, for this is the Law and the Prophets.” (Matthew 7:12)

Mike Woodruff in “The Friday Update” writes that the Platinum Rule is now getting playing time. The Platinum Rule takes Jesus’s Golden Rule (“In everything do to others as you would have them do to you, for this is the Law and the Prophets.“) and rewords it to make it all about the person. It says to “treat ourselves the way we want others to treat us.”

In a culture obsessed with selfies, the emphasis is now on grabbing the last piece of the pie before anyone else gets it. More to the point, grab it instead of asking someone else if they’d like it. After all, you are the queen, or king, of your own make-believe kingdom.

Jesus approached it differently. He astounded his own disciples when he said, “… the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve and to give his life a ransom for many.” (Matthew 20:28) Not only did Jesus not take that last piece of pie (or probably bread), he served it to the one who was considered by others to be the least.

Serving others and making them feel they are worth serving is a valuable commodity, despite the increasing trend toward the Platinum Rule. Chick-Fil-A has elevated it to a core value. Although we sometimes chuckle at the person bringing the tray to your pleasure with their reply of “My pleasure!” to our thank you, I have never left a Chick-Fil-A feeling unappreciated or undervalued. The company wants you to know that you are important and valued.

Jesus applauded selflessness and self-sacrifice, drawing attention to the widow’s mite, which was a stretch for her to give up, although it didn’t even compare with the large amounts of coins others brought to the temple, which made loud sounds when dropped into the offering containers. And Jesus demonstrated servanthood when he grabbed the water and the cloth and washed his disciples’ feet. It was the prelude to his sacrificial servanthood displayed on the cross.

The Platinum Rule treats servanthood as if it were one of those kindergarten lessons meant to keep the students from pushing and punching one another when they get in line to go down the playground slide. To avoid chaos and broken arms, give the kids a few lessons on kindness and courtesy. According to the Platinum Rule, personal injury lawyers are where it’s at. Mother Teresa is a person from the past, outdated and old-fashioned. Social influencers wearing an exorbitant amount of bling is where it’s at now.

The thing is, we’re never satisfied. Paul David Tripp, in his devotional, New Morning Mercies, writes that sin “…causes us to look horizontally for what can only be found vertically.” The mindset “it’s all about me” never reaches a point of peace and satisfaction, and yet it’s the bill of goods we’ve bought into.

Serving others brings us to the heart of Jesus.