“Da Law is Da Law”

"Da law, son, is da law."

“Da law, son, is da law.”

That title seems quite obvious, if a bit folksie. I mean, what would the law be if not the law? What messes people up is the existence of two sets of laws: Physical law, and spiritual law. God created both, and both are quite real and binding.

Folks tend to get a little testy when we right-wing fundamentalist, evangelical Christians quote spiritual law to them. For instance, the one that says Jesus is the only way to Father God. I’m no mind-reader, but I suspect a stubborn refusal to change their lifestyle motivates their pique. Or maybe they’re thoughtful objectors, refusing the idea because demanding conformity to one religion, i.e., Christianity, seems too narrow a requirement for a loving God to make.

Jesus was good at spinning parables to illustrate a point, so I’ll try my hand: A man aboard a skydiver drop-plane gazed through the open door at the landscape far below. With the powerful engine droning in his ears, and no anxiety to cloud his thinking, he mentally calculated  his precise drop position for a perfect, on-target touchdown.

He knew he still had time to don his sport parachute rig, with all its instrumentation and emergency ‘chute, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to go to that much trouble. “After all,” he told himself, “the physical laws aren’t all that binding. Besides, that stupid ‘chute messes up my targeting.”

His pilot tried to tell him there was only one way he could jump out of that airplane and survive the fall, and that was to use his parachute.

“That’s a narrow-minded position to take,” said the expert skydiver, “I’m an expert skydiver, and I can shape my body into a lifting-body to land spot on without a scratch.”

The pilot tried to argue with him, but the man would have none of that nonsense. Just as the pilot thought to bank the plane steeply to the left and prevent the expert skydiver from exiting, the man dove right out of the open door, without his parachute. Turned out he was right; he hit the target spot on.

His funeral will be held …

The Bible’s New Testament is God’s spiritual law, also called the law of Christ and the Royal Law, because the King of kings died, was burried, and resurrected to establish it. It’s also called The Perfect Law of Liberty because through Christ we have freedom from sin’s compulsion. Whatever you call it, it’s all love; God’s love brought it about, and our response is to love our neighbor as ourselves (Mark 12:30-31; Romans 13:8-10; James 2:8). It’s as simple as that. All the do’s and don’ts that religion throws at us are just attempts at codifying what should come naturally to believers, as, “we love because he first loved us.”

The southern sheriff was right, “Da law is da law,” and for those of us whom Christ bought with his his very life, that is the law of love.

Screwtape on Confusing The Churchgoer

I have been writing hitherto on the assumption that the people in the next pew afford no rational ground for disappointment. Of course if they do—if the patient knows that the woman with the absurd hat is a fanatical bridge-player or the man with squeaky boots a miser and an extortioner—then your task is so much the easier. All you then have to do is to keep out of his mind the question ‘If I, being what I am, can consider that I am in some sense a Christian, why should the different vices of those people in the next pew prove that their religion is mere hypocrisy and convention?’ You may ask whether it is possible to keep such an obvious thought from occurring even to a human mind. It is, Wormwood, it is! Handle him properly and it simply won’t come into his head. He has not been anything like long enough with the Enemy to have any real humility yet. What he says, even on his knees, about his own sinfulness is all parrot talk. At bottom, he still believes he has run up a very favourable credit-balance in the Enemy’s ledger by allowing himself to be converted, and thinks that he is showing great humility and condescension in going to church with these ‘smug’, commonplace neighbours at all. Keep him in that state of mind as long as you can.

From The Screwtape Letters

 What more can I say? Perhaps this: Complacency is conceit’s first cousin. If I’m satisfied with my present spiritual condition, it follows that I think myself good enough to satisfy God. But perhaps I haven’t been taught the gospel properly. If that is true, my teachers will be judged more harshly than I. Nevertheless, with such an attitude as mine, God will judge me for my vain pride, and that judgment will not be enviable.

I can’t thank my Savior enough for allowing me to begin that scenario with an “If.” I have countless areas in my life where I need to grow more like Jesus, but at least I have a handle on that—at the moment, anyway.

Faded Glory

Trident Stowaway Trike

As I began my day this morning, the rejoicing I experienced upon waking slowly began to subside. I felt like Moses returning to camp after experiencing God’s presence. Hurriedly, I jotted off my basic early thoughts for this blog, euthanized my computer, threw on my Sunday-go-to-meetin’ togs (You likely wouldn’t recognize them as such.), dashed out the door to my garage (my affectionate name for the mini-van) dragged my recumbent trike (photo above) out of the back, and hit the road for church.

Even after all that dashing and pedaling, including the infamous, Meridian Hill, I arrived at church still rejoicing. Though I forgot to check a mirror to see of the glory had yet faded, no one complained about sudden blindness from looking at me.

Brother Sam, an old-time preacher, preached a rousing Bible lesson that helped stoke my fire, and then we got down to the business of singing God’s praises. What a glorious time in the Lord, worshiping with my beloved brethren! I liked-to wore out my arms, holding them up through some of the songs. But then came the real preaching, with Brother Mark delivering the message. And yes, that too blessed me.

What can I say? When God blesses, which is more than I even realize, he doesn’t hold back. My loving Savior indeed keeps me in the palms of his ginormous hands, and I can hardly wait til I can praise him continuously, without my arms and voice tiring.

What a day that will be,
When my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face,
The One who saved me by His grace;
When He takes me by the hand,
And leads me through the Promised Land,
What a day, glorious day that will be

Hand Puppets

Before we accept Jesus’ sacrifice for our sins, we’re all puppets of sin. When we’re sanctified by Jesus’ blood, he removes that demonic hand, replacing it with his Holy Spirit, but he doesn’t control us in the same way that sin did. God’s Spirit gives us the choice of following his plan for our lives, or not. Refusing his plan and asserting our own will is like grabbing that old, rotting, demonic hand and shoving it up our bum once again.

Sci-Fi buffs well know the scenario of the unwary astronaut or scientist who gets attacked by some alien bug—usually by stupidly letting his or her guard down while playing with the infernal thing—who grows in the human’s gut until it’s big enough to bloodily pop out and terrorize everyone else. That’s a fair illustration of sin in our lives, with the exception that we’re born with it inside us, and it’s uglier than the worst movie alien bug. Only Jesus can eradicate it, and we have to ask him to do it.

So, Kermit, do you want that infernal thing to stay inside you? Or do you want Jesus to take care of it? Your choice.

Which Came First?

C. S. Lewis wrote of Jesus’ command in Matthew 5:48: “When He said, ‘Be perfect,’ He meant it. He meant that we must go in for the full treatment. It is hard; but the sort of compromise we are all hankering after is harder—in fact, it is impossible. It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.”

Some new believers, though they are still spiritually embryonic, try to fly with the eagles. But, isn’t spiritual aspiration a good thing?

Picture that egg for a moment, with little, pin-feathered wings sticking out, flapping for all they’re worth. If it does succeed in working its way out of the nest, it will hit the ground, hard, probably injuring itself so it’ll never be able to fly. That is a “fowl” portrait of new believers whose initial enthusiasm pushes them into ministry before they even begin to mature spiritually. Their crash to the ground won’t be gravity’s work, but that of their own uncrucified carnality, powered by pride.

Trouble is, pastors and other leaders are gleefully complicit with those “flapping eggs'” jumping from the nest. They succumb to the temptation of tying new believers into the church ministry, partly in hopes of cementing them into the fellowship, and partly from wanting to exploit their natural abilities. While those innate abilities are a handy resource, they are no substitute for true spiritual gifts, which are only discovered through the process of maturing in the Lord.

But Lewis was also right in the opposite respect: “We must be hatched or go bad.” The opposite of the “flapping eggs” issue is the “comfortable embryo,” that doesn’t want to hatch. After all, why break out of that snug, secure egg shell when others are willing to do the hard work of ministry? But little does that (eternally?) secure embryo realize that it will soon die for lack of nourishment. Oh, it’ll still look sound on the outside, while inside it’s all moldering flesh.

Those are the “ditches” that straddle Christ’s straight and narrow Way, the only way to the Father. Walk in it, and be truly secure.

Ode To Tiny Toyota

Our Tiny Toyota

We love our tiny Toyota,
Call it our Ota-Toy.
At Christmas we’ll get one each
For our good little girl and boy.

On the highway, but not in traffic,
We get forty MPG.
With fuel smilage like that,
Oh heck, why not get three?

You really aughta buy one,
They’re so much fun to drive,
But always remember one thing:
Never get hit by a semi-truck,
If you want to get out alive.

Eye Test, or I Test?

Aren’t I Gorgeous!

So, would you prefer the “Eye” test, or the “I” test? But that’s a trick question; you’re scheduled for both. Don’t worry, though, if you fail it only hurts for eternity. I’ll give you a crib-sheet for both exams, and don’t worry about that; they’re both open-Book tests.

So here’s the complete skinny, the straight dope, the inside story:

First, the “Eye” test, and it starts in front of a mirror. What do you see? Is that mirror-image God’s gift to the human race, as in the photo above? Or do you see all the faults, both big and little? (Hint: Both extremes fail this question.)

Next, we move to the man/woman on the street portion. How do you see the people around you? Are you glad you’re not them? Or do you wish you were them? Do you feel satisfaction when they look to you with appreciation? Or do you wish you could hide? (Hint: Both extremes fail this question, too.)

Finally, we switch to the showroom, and the particular product on display doesn’t matter. Do you want that shiny, new Mercedes-Benz SL500, knowing your fine-running Rover will catch a good price? Is that Maytag laundry set just the cat’s pajamas, even though your old Whirlpool set still works well? Does your old Macintosh stereo wall-shaker seem a bit long-in-tooth when you catch sight of the new Manley Steelhead equipment? (Man, you deserve a Manley! And, “yes” answers fail this question.)

Now, for the “I” test, and it begins with the “Big I, little u” question. Do you require people to earn your approval before favoring them with your acceptance? That’s actually a trick question, because if you are the “Big I,” you won’t admit to treating people that way. In fact, you’re sure to think of at least a dozen others with that problem. (Hint: Each person you know to whom this applies counts against your score.)

The second half of that question is: Do you grudgingly defer to those in authority over you, deeply believing that if you were in charge, you wouldn’t make their stupid mistakes? Do you feel deference should flow only one way: toward you? (Hint: Please answer “no,” and mean it.)

And the third half(?) of the “I” test: Do you feel you actually deserve to always know the complete skinny, the straight dope, the inside story, of whatever you involve yourself with? (Hint: Do you want the straight dope? If yes, you failed this one, too!)

These tests are pass/fail, and they’re not graded on a curve. As I suggested above, you probably won’t know your excuses haven’t worked and you’ve failed the test, until you find yourself running the fifty-yard dash into the pit designed for the devil and his angels.

But, if you’re among the fortunate few who correct your spiritual vision in time to turn away from your self-centered perspective, the fifty-yard dash you run will be straight into your Savior’s arms. And don’t worry, you won’t knock him over.

The World’s Greatest Lover Award

Wrong Don

The legendary Don Juan, even if he were a true historical character, couldn’t claim the title of, “The World’s Greatest Lover.” That designation would have to be based on the world’s greatest loving act, and that’s a no brainer.

“So, the envelope, please … “
(Imagine a tearing sound, then a flourish)
“The winner … of the World’s Greatest Lover Award … is … (long pause) … ALMIGHTY GOD, in his role as the perfectly innocent Lamb that was slain!”


“Where’s the jubilation?” I ask.

From somewhere, the invisible Announcer replies, “He was in the world, and the world came to be through Him, and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him.” (John 1:10-11) “He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:3-5)

“Wow,” I say, “He really is the world’s greatest Lover.

“Thanks, invisible Announcer, see ya later.”

“Just you hold up there, Jim.” I glance around to see if there are any other Jims around. There aren’t.

“Uh … yessir?”

“What are you going to do about it, Jim?”

I think about a good answer while looking for the nearest exit. “Umm … it’s already a done deal, isn’t it? I mean, what can I do about it?”

“Do you want His death to be for naught?”

“You said He was crushed for our iniquities, but I’m an okay guy, and there are lots of people around worse than me. I’m no murderer, thief, adulterer, liar—”

“Really?” He interrupts.

“Me? No way!”

“Way!” His voice is now more of a growl. “You’ve never stretched the truth til it broke? You’ve never lusted on a woman? You’ve never ‘borrowed’ something and neglected to return it? You’ve never wished someone dead?”

I feel my face flushing. “Well … that’s not the same as actually doing it.”

“You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.’ But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire.”
(Matthew 5:21-22)

“Hey, nobody can live by that standard! What’re you tryin’t pull on me?”

“As it is written: ‘None is righteous, no, not one; no one understands; no one seeks for God.'” (Romans 3:10-11)

“I’m as righteous as the next guy!”

“Then you and the next guy have earned the wages of sin, which is eternal death.”

“So says you.”

“I speak for the King of kings. You know, the Lord of lords. We’re really close.”

“Well, I gotta lot of living to do. I’ll keep all that in mind.”

“The Lord doesn’t agree with you. For he says, ‘In a favorable time I listened to you, and in a day of salvation I have helped you.’ Behold, now is the favorable time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” (2 Corinthians 6:2)

“You’re really serious about this salvation stuff.”

“As a heart attack.”

Making Sense of The Holy Trinity

I’d almost be willing to bet that your reaction to my title was along the lines of, “Yeah, right,” especially if you’re familiar with the orthodox doctrine of the Trinity.

One concept of the Holy Trinity

It’s commonly presented as a mystery, roughly stated as, “The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are God, co-equal Persons, with each bearing all the divine prerogatives. Jesus Christ is simultaneously, fully God and fully man.”

Well … maybe the Trinity isn’t such a mystery after all. Just maybe, there’s a valid analogy that we all understand, based on the human family. I’ll present my idea as fact, even though I’m just suggesting it as a possibility, so don’t get all offended at my “heresy.” That said, I invite any thoughtful broadsides.

My Whacked-Out Trinity Theory

As the word “man” is both a singular reference to a unique, male human being, and a plurality, synonymous with “mankind,” so the word “god” is both a singular reference to a deity, and a plurality, synonymous with, if you’ll allow me to coin a phrase, “God-kind.” In Genesis 1:26 and other places, God referred both to himself and to man as pluralities. A gospel account that supports God’s tri-unity is Matthew 3:16-17 (EMTV) And having been baptized, Jesus came up immediately from the water; and behold, the heavens were opened to Him, and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and coming upon Him. (17) And behold, a voice came out of the heavens, saying, “This is My beloved Son, in whom I have found delight.” That’s a fairly common “proof” verse, though. (I quoted proof because only the totality of God’s Word is proof of anything. Folks love to quote a verse or two to “prove” just about anything.)

MACMILLIAN‘s dictionary defines “kind” as, “all the people who are similar to a person, for example, because they come from the same social class.” So, “kind,” bunches all similar people into one category, type, or class. Applied to mankind, it includes all members of the family Hominidae (billions of us). “God-kind,” then, is all people who are like God, or three in total: Father, Word, and Holy Spirit.

Maybe it’s best to begin with the basics: Isaiah 45:5
I am the LORD, and there is no other,
besides me there is no God …

So the Divine Name, which means “Existing One,” refers to God’s totality. I take that to mean the Father, the Word, and the Holy Spirit.

Did you notice Jesus’ name isn’t in the list? That’s because, the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. (John 1:14) The eternal Word of God “became” God’s unique, human expression when he took on human form at conception and grew into the man, Jesus of Nazareth. I think that’s what some brethren mean when they say, “Jesus isn’t God, because he had a beginning.” I agree that Jesus had a beginning (obviously), but from conception he was, and still is, God’s eternal, divine Word.

No doubt you’re wondering where I got that whacked-out theory. Well, everything I read in the Bible suggests it.

Jesus: Fully God and Fully Man

Now, let’s tackle the idea of Jesus simultaneously being fully God and fully man. Wouldn’t you think that would equal 200%? Not when the two are substantially different. Think of a bowl filled with sand. Is there room for anything else? Of course not, except, perhaps, for a different kind of substance, like water. You’d be surprised how much water that bowl will take. Maybe that’s why God’s Word uses the figure of water to represent his Holy Spirit (just kidding).

Now, please, don’t jump up and down shouting, “I gotcha!” I fully realize my illustration doesn’t apply exactly. Body and spirit aren’t like sand and water, except in principle. God’s Word says in 1 Timothy 2:5-6 (EMTV) For there is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the Man Christ Jesus, (6) who gave Himself a ransom for all, the testimony in due time. What more perfect mediator could there be than one who is both plaintiff and defendant, or lawyer and judge? Yeah, go sue yourself.

So there you have my whacked-out theory. Mind you, I’m not a theologian by a long shot. But part of the beauty of God’s revealed Word is anyone can study it and arrive at their own conclusions, and I can’t be excommunicated from God’s church for making a mistake. When I do—that’s not if—God is perfectly able to correct me, and I love correction, if it makes me more like my Lord.

Dyslexia, Spiritual and Otherwise

Most folks think of dyslexia as a reading disorder, but that’s just one side of the experience. I enjoy moderate dyslexia, which means I have to double-check words and numbers when I read or write them. When I do, the errors of each review tend to cancel each other out … after lots of corrections.

The advantage is, all that double-checking gives me time to sort out meanings, as well as letter, word, and integer order. While grabbing details is often difficult, concepts are usually clearer than mud.

Dyslexia can also play with your mind in other ways, such as causing stuttering. Chronic visual and recall uncertainty tends to make us involuntarily recite in fits and starts. It can also affect face/name identification, moods, and name/face identification, and even moods.

That last one is actually a benefit, as it forces me at times to associate thoughts and ideas that don’t normally line up. Usually, it just produces a muddle, which is one reason (perhaps not the only one) why some folks think of me as … ah … eccentric.

Did I mention “spiritual” in the title? That divergent thought pattern also benefits my spiritual sensitivity, or acuity (toss a coin on that one). It tends to keep me thinking about God “out of the box,” which often prevents me from languishing in preconceptions and stereotypes—the resting-place of the ignorant—and provides more fuel for my “eccentric” image. I’m actually learning to withhold my half-baked thoughts in Bible studies, for the most part, although my fellow students might debate that point.

I deeply believe that God enjoys his freedom from confinement in preconceptional boxes, but face it, he’s too big and great and wonderful to nail down—except on the cross reserved for him. He will be loved and worshiped regardless of naysayers’ and skeptics’ best attempts at ignoring him.