The Majority Report

We are safe. The night air is cold and the day’s walk has been so long, but we are safe once again. I press against my brothers and sisters as we huddle together and push through the gate. Home again, safe again. Soon we are all inside and the gate is shut behind us. The bleeting calms down, and we know it’s time for the night’s count. It is time for the nightly report.

His hands are warm. He sets his staff down and enters the gate. Speaking in soft, hushed tones he calmly makes his way through the fold. He strokes our backs as he passes. He checks our legs for injuried, all the times humming a quiet evening tune. He picks the smallest up in his arms and lends his body heat to it and lends it a kiss. And all the while, he counts. Counting, counting…

Suddenly the gentle tune stops. He stands very still. He places the lamb back beside its mother and squints his eyes. No. It can’t be. He counts us again, and a third time. His face bears a look of pain and he begins to walk towards the gate. He exits the gate and picks up his staff. “Only 99. One is missing, one is not here,” the Shepherd whispers quietly to himself. The fold begins to stir, but he raises his hands, bids us farewell, turns around and disappears into the dark night.

We are left in the silence of his absence. The Shepherd has left? All of us who obeyed the correcting tap of his staff all day are left behind. All of us who followed the route he had set are left behind. We are shocked, we are astonished; not because we feel unsafe, but because the Shepherd knows well of the dangers of the night. To risk his life for one rebellious mammal? Why leave the 99 to find 1? It had probably been found by a wild animal already. What were the chances of finding it; one sheep in an ocean of darkness…?

He calls and calls for it. Past the jagges rocks, through the roaring river, across the open fields. The hours pass and the weary feet of the Shepherd retraces the steps of the journey that day. But more than his aching feet, his arms ache to hold his lost one again.

Suddenly a faint sounds is heard from some thorn bushes to the left of him..

We watched and waited till our eyes grew sore and our limbs stiff and cold. And then, after an eternity, we heard familiar footsteps and we heard a familar evening tune. The Shepherd silouette could be seen in the moonlight, with something across his shoulders. He was home. The nightly report was complete.

We expect the Master to lie down to sleep, but instead he acts very strangely. He runs to the nearest house in the village and wakes them all. When this is accomplished, he runs to the next house, and the next. All the while he shouts: “I found it! I found it! They are all here!”

The night was still not more. All the neighbours began to emerge from their houses and bars and his contagious joy caught them. They laughed and danced and sang and celebrated. Some neighbours shook their heads, wondering how this Shepherd could be so glad at the return of one, insignificant sheep. Shouldn’t he have been satisfied with having the majority? Why go through all that trouble for one little lamb?

 

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We are safe. The space in which our globe hangs is cold, but we are safe tonight too. I press against my brothers and sisters as the King moves amoung us. Time for the count; time for the nightly reports. Suddenly the King of Kings stops. He slowly lays down his sceptre and takes off his crown. We watch in shock and in silence as he moves towards the small globe of green and blue. Before he leaves, he says: “One is missing, one is not here.” Then he bids us goodbye and steps into the dark to find the lost planet, where all the creatures as sheep have gone astray.

“I Am the Good Shepherd” John 10:11-18

 

There IS a thing such a stupid Question!!

In retrospect, I often find my arguments with God bordering on the hillarious. Of course, it’s not funny at the time, but looking back over what was said (by me) I can’t help but think that much of it’s really funny stuff. Here was some of those typical moments that frequently occur and that tickle my funnybone…

 

1. I’m talking to the God who cares when a bird falls from a tree, makes provision so that the ants survive another winter, and knows how many hairs I have on my head. (even after I give it a good brush) With all this in mind, I then have the nerve to say: “God, don’t you care? Can’t you see? Aren’t you paying attention?”

 

 

2. I’m talking to the God who never forgets, and who never comes late. He has the best internal database and the most accurate diaryplanner there is, and yet I hiss like a fretting cat: “Lord, remember….have you forgotten?….

 

 

3. He gave me His life, and conquered death, and then I have ask questions like: “Lord, you do know this exam is important to me, don’t you?” Trust me, I think He knows what’s important and cares about the stuff I care about, simply because He cares about me!!

 

4. He created a the smallest atom and the largest planets. He holds the whole Universe in his hand, and retains its beauty despite man’s wonderfully efficient ways of wrecking this beautiful planet.  He still keeps it going and working like clockwork. Very logical that I should then ask if He has it all under control…right? “Lord, do you know what you’re doing? I just find it hard to trust you…”

 

 

5.  He created the world in 7 days. Naturally, then, I ask: Lord, will you make me ready in  time for this challenge?

 

6. Jesus Christ did not only die for me. He patiently bore pain, sickness, fever, temptation, hate, unpopularity, loneliness, cold, hunger, headaches, heartaches, unthankfulness, facing the greatest odds, whipping, unfaithfulness, a thorny crown, disciples who were extremely slow on the uptake, hopeless religious leaders, sleepless nights, rejection, abuse, seperation from his Father, nails, bruises, thirst, and death. One would think that I should know the answer to the question: ” Lord, do you really love me?”

 

 

Thank goodness that God’s answers are wiser than my questions.

Chameleons, Ying-Yang, and Pigeons

It seems that the ”youthful” years are made up of two main social stages, at least for many people. The first stage is what I like to call the “Chameleon” stage. The main goal of this young person’s existence is to mold with his or her surroundings. ”If the others are wearing it, I’ll wear it. If the others are eating it, I’ll it too. If the others are walking like they’ve had an accident, I walk like that too.”

This stage is without a doubt an exhausting part of life because the trends and norms are constantly changing in that world. What was reality today is but a dream tomorrow, and if you don’t role with the punches, you’re going to end up showing up in classroom in YESTERDAY’S fashion. (Gasp!) “Dude! That is SO last year’s sweater!”

The second stage is just about the exact opposite of the first one. It is what I affectionately refer to as the “Ying-Yang” stage. If the rest of the world is black, the person going through this stage must be white. If they’re going East, this person must go West. It’s the strongly individualistic stage that has been characterised by large movements and trends in our past Western history. The 60’s, for example. Think free, be different, find yourself, be your own boss, don’t take orders from no one, think outside the box, be free man! (For those who are having convulsions over my last grammatical errors, I assure you it was done on purpose.)

 

 

Note that these stages can mix and merge and they have no reason or rhyme to them. In addition to this, although I have been referring to the teenage years, these stages can appear at anytime in life. (while some never emerge from them. You may have seen them around…grandfathers on Harley’s and mom’s in miniskirts.) Luckily most people get through these stages in one piece and end up not wanting to be completely different or completely the same as everyone else.

 Now, here is the million dollar question. (KA-CHING!) What are Christians supposed to be? Comformists? Rebels? Lay down? Stand up? Go with the flow? Confront and fight? At what stage do Christians find themselves at today? Just stop and think about it for a second…                                              

What do you most strive and struggle to achieve > looking and sounding and being like others (music, clothes, language, interests, hobbies, work, etc) or being different?

I think that Christians in ages past have walked into both traps of extreme Chameleon behaviour and extreme Ying and Yang behaviour. Some have sold all their belongings and moved out into the mountains to be away from the cities, others have used each and every swear word known to man, on a regular basis,  while attended church each week. So what’s the answer? Is it balance or is it extremities?

 

Well, here is where the argument “Christianity calls people to be robots who mindlessly follow anything” argument kind of takes a fall. God asks his disciples to use their brains and be wise.

“See, I am sending you out as sheep amoung wolves. Therefore, be as wise as serpents and as harmless as doves.” (Matthew 6:10)

Jesus is asking his followers to use the wisdom and experience which He gives them along the way to discern what is the best balance in their lives. If you can come in contact with more people and be of a greater blessing, without putting yourself in harms way, then mingle with your surroundings! And if we sometimes find that certain situations or decisions place us under the tendency of temptation, then we must find another way to contextualise our faith.

It is possible to achieve the serpent-dove balance; not being a conformist to the world’s ways, and not being an aggressive and judgemental Christian. But we need the Lord’s insight and help. We need him to point out the tendencies for pitfalls, and the hidden passages to ways of being lights in this place and time. We need neither hide away in the wilderness, nor conform to the sins and darkness of our society.  In the world but not of the world; A Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream with a DIFFERENT flavour!

It’s time for Christians to put aside the endless internal conflict surrounding the ”conservatism” vs. “liberalism” balance; the oldies against the teens; the organ versus the drums; the nun-outfit versus the mini-skirt. Our God is a CREATIVE God and He manages to work through so many different channels and forms. Is He controlled and manipulated by culture or trends?

 He is always looking for new and exciting ways of reaching the hearts of men with His Good News. Let’s refrain from turning Christians into bad news…celebrate diversity, while strengthening a core identity.

In the wise words of Gus from the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding:

“So today here, we have apples and oranges.  We all different now but in the end we’re all fruit.”

 

The Mighty Spoon

Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

(Romans 12:21)

 

Although, at first glance, this admonition seems to be a noble Christian principle; to overcome evil with good, if you really think about the implications and the practicallities of the follow-through, it seems a rather strange command made by Paul. It’s almost like a the continuing chapter of Jesus’ ground-breaking new veiw on how to treat our enemies; “love your enemies”. Love? Love your enemies? To put it in more crude terms: to be good when they’re bad? To be willing to take a beating? To put up with the rubbish? To stand down, back out, wave the white flag?!!!

I have to admit that my stubborn nature feels queesy at the very thought. It seems so feeble and lame. It appears so weak and the characteristics of a “loser”. GOD IF YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME, YOUR FOLLOWER, TO APPEAR SO WEAK??!! Where’s the macho-God-zap-all-enemies power in that? And most importantly, is it really possible to practically, everyday, overcome evil with good?

Sometimes the very idea of “overcoming evil with good” feels like trying to battle a great, big fire-breathing dragon with a plastic spoon. Does it really work without getting nailed?

 

There is a very encouraging fact about the battle between good and evil; one which brings hope to us. The good news is found in the very nature of good and evil. Love, being the characteristic of good and hate being the expression of evil, have very different fates. Hate, in its very nature, consumes. It is the biggest consumer of all, that eats and destroys and wipes out everything in its path until there is nothing left. Hate leads, therefore to death. Ironically enough, hate actually brings about its own end by working towards the ultimate goal of death and destruction; to the heart that contains it, and to those who come into contact with it.

Love can deal with death too, but in a very different way.  Love produces and multiplies. It is contagious and spreads itself. In other words, the more there is, the more there is. Love not only creates life, but love also passes through death and can conquer the grave. There is no end, therefore, to love, for it generates its own existence and life. Love is made of the fabrics of Eternity.

Evil, being both destructive and self-destructive cannot ultimately win anything. Even what it wins, it destroys. By Christians returning good with evil, we are planting seeds in the ashes and throwing candles into the dark rooms. By fighting evil with good, it keeps the lover from being contiminated by the thick tar of hate, and it offers hope for those that may wish to depart from the black hole they are fighting so hard to defend.

Love overcame the grave. Good passed through death. If you ask me, that’s some mighty powerful spoon to be fighting with.

 

 

The Inbetweeners

 

We live on the edge. Don’t we?

Balancing on a thin line. Between life and death we are extended. We live between Heaven and Earth, right and wrong, night and light. We dwell in between the two great opposites. 

As believers we strive toward that life that Christ brough for us, but we have death in our bones and sin covers us as surely as our skin does. And I think that for many Christians half the time travelling on this path seems like freedom, and the other half we feel like we’re slaves to it.

We’re bound to earth. Our mortallity, our very nature is still very much apart from us, although we now chose to no longer desire it. And yet we are tied to Heaven. Our soul had been bought at the steepest price in the Universe; the Greatest ever paid. We have been bought for a different home and an other destiny…

Perhaps that is why it is so hard to live here. Perhaps this is why living a balanced Christian life is so difficult to do, precisely because it’s not just about doing, but about BEING. We’re living in this lingo and it can be confusing and divisive and exhausting. 

Some fall into the ditch to their right, where their heart becomes so bound to earthly matters and things that they find it too hard to let go and hand God the remote control. Reaching for will of God and Heaven becomes their cross. And the other ditch is found on our left. Here we are also moved to extremes, where not only our eyes are lifted upwards, but our noses too. Matters of earth fade further and further into the background, until they are both ignored, detested and considered to be too “trivial” and unimportant to relate to. Such people do not relate well to their fellow human beings, nor to their reallity and surroundings. We are to be of Heaven’s material, but we still live on Earth’s soil…

What us the point of having a spotless knowledge of, say,  the symbolisms used in the Sanctuary doctrine, if you cannot relate t the human being in need next door? The inabillity to relate to human suffering and need is the hardest strike against the core principles of Christianity.

Some categorise these two main “ditch” groups as “conservatives” and “liberals”. I prefer to not enter into this debate, but rather leave it at “They are signs of inbalance” and spiritual immaturity.

POINT IS? BOTTOM LINE? It is hard to balance to exist in our unbalanced minds. How can one live correctly between past and future, between the old nature and the new nature, sin and forgiveness, total control and total surrender; between head and heart?

The best understanding that my feeble mind has ever come to gain in this matter is the one based on the perfect example. Jesus.

Fully God, fully man. Fully tempted, fully victorious. Fully Heaven, fully on Earth. Bound between two reallites and two worlds. He was bound to the will of his Father; Holy and pure, and yet related daily to the need of sinful man; marred and twisted. Jesus belonged fully to Heaven, and yet “This was the true light that gives light to every man who comes into the world.” (John 1:9)

Light entered darkness as soon as He stepped into our flow of time. He gave up his identity as King of the Universe, to give us the right of citizenship to a City we have never seen before. He took on the nature of division; God and man, so that we could becomes full human beings again; as God had intended us to be.

I like the image of the cross. It’s like a bridge. It is extended between death of this world and eternal life of Heaven. The tree stands grounded in the ground, and reaches toward God’s sky. And the arms are extended in a Universal embrace. Open arms draw men from all corners of the Earth. And at the crossbeam….at the centrepoint of North, South, East and West, beats the heart that is living and aching for us untill its last pound. A heart breaking for us to find a home, an identity, a way to go, a direction, a purpose, a hope.

He healed us with the Promise that though we travel as pilgrims through a land that is not our

home, where we as He was lifted up between Heaven and Earth, feel extended between two nature and two worlds, one we will be full. Though we may now sometimes feel homeless and broken in a strange sort of “in-between” state, we will be filled. All men will be!

 

In the meantime, He has promised to help us in our confusing process of transformation. And because of our Advocate, who has full compassion on our “middle” state, he makes it possible to us to survive as “INBETWEENERS!

 

Shaking foundations

“We turn to God for help when our foundations are shaking only to learn that it is God shaking them.”

- Charles West

The Mirror

In recent years there has been an increasing trend in the West which has seemed to grab the attention of both genders and all ages. It is the interest in personallity tests, psychology and self-analysis. The positive aspect of this interest is the increase in self-insight and the tools these tests contribute to self improvement and awareness.

It may be said that a personallity test which is fairly accurate and balanced can serve as a mirror does. A mirror simply reflects the face that everybody else around us can see, but we cannot see. We wear the face, we use the face, we express ourselves with the face, but we cannot see it unless it is mirrored to us. Many gain much good from having their personallity, along with good and bad tendencies, strengths and weaknesses mirrored to them.

The negative aspect of this growing interest is that, as with mirrors, they can be starred into too much. An over-emphasis on one’s self can become destructive as all selfishness and ego-centricity becomes.

The advice which I have been given, and would deem to be worthy of consideration, is that personallity tests and types, phsychological insight and self-definition are good and healthy things when applied in an balanced manner. But when one’s personallity is used as an excuse for weaknesses (such as: “Well, I just am like that”) or when one’s focus centres too much around one’s own internal world and psyche, the “mirror” makes us see only ourselves. Self is a large god who does not like to share, and will gladly take the thrown of our hearts if allowed to do so.  

So for now perhaps we should be using the mirror to check if there’s something between our teeth that needs removing, and leave it at that.

A Cup of Coffee

I have found that a cup of coffee can really work wonders.

It holds much more power than simply the abillity to wake up a groggy non-morning person. It can loose tongues, it can open doors and change situations. There has been many an awkward moment that has been saved by the someone’s question: “Would you like a cup?”

Many conversations, both early morning ones, lunch ones, late night ones and others have been held over a steaming mocha or cappuccino. Coffee seems to create an air of comfort or relaxation that eases atmospheres.

Coffee’s are also great ice-breakers:

“Would you like a coffee?” “One sugar or two?” “Let me pay for that”…

Apart from their social value, coffees also serve as great forms of self-expression, as pointed out in the movie “You’ve got mail”. Buying coffee becomes a long list of describing features: Tall, Medium, De-Caf, tea, coffee, With cream, low-fat, lactose intolerance, cinnamon, more sugar….

Besides these things, the smell, taste and effects are great too…

So here’s to the culture of coffee!

Things I think are Great

Inflatable globes

White roses

Clocks that tick slowly and loudly

Fountain pens

 

 

 

Warm eyes

The smell of vanilla

 

 

 

A mother baking in a kitchen

 

 

 

Bare feet

 

 

 

Round windows

Waterhouse art

 Morning light

 

 

 

 

Pear Cider

 

 

 

 

Postman Pat

Christmas!

Scubadiving

Black and white Photography

Old music note

Enigma Variations, Elgar

Cello

Art Deco

Walks in the woods

Pearls

 

 

 

Michaelangelo

 

Chinese Art

Study of Second World war History

Name books

Special Lamps

Old looking Brown paper parcel

Bridges

Storytelling

The smell and taste of Coffee

Artic Expeditions

 

The Breakfast Table

Showers

Lions

Rome

Cafes

Africa

 

 

 

 

Mexican food

Roadtrips

Leather Sandals

 

 

 

 

Movies

Mountain hiking

Really hot, really Spicy Pizza

 

 

 

 

Jazz

Frank Sinatra

Schloer

Trampolines

Twinkle Lights

Old Scooters

White dresses

Sand

Green eyes

Old beetles

Miracles

Miracles

 

Sometimes I wonder whether the miracles done by God, and through his messengers, are not really there to prove his power over nature alone, but infinitely more.

Many marvel at such stories about the opening of the Red sea, the healing of the lame and the blind etc. But sometimes I wonder to myself whether the signs that we often hunger to see, and that thrill us the most, are not simply the lesser of two blessings. Maybe we are keeping our eyes fixed on the wrong wonder…

 

Read this short passage…

 

Luke 5:17-26 (New International Version)

Jesus Heals a Paralytic

 ¹⁷One day as he was teaching, Pharisees and teachers of the law, who had come from every village of Galilee and from Judea and Jerusalem, were sitting there. And the power of the Lord was present for him to heal the sick. ¹⁸Some men came carrying a paralytic on a mat and tried to take him into the house to lay him before Jesus. ¹⁹When they could not find a way to do this because of the crowd, they went up on the roof and lowered him on his mat through the tiles into the middle of the crowd, right in front of Jesus.

 ²⁰When Jesus saw their faith, he said, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.”

 ²¹The Pharisees and the teachers of the law began thinking to themselves, “Who is this fellow who speaks blasphemy? Who can forgive sins but God alone?”

 ²²Jesus knew what they were thinking and asked, “Why are you thinking these things in your hearts? ²³Which is easier: to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Get up and walk’? ²⁴But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins….” He said to the paralyzed man, “I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home.” ²⁵Immediately he stood up in front of them, took what he had been lying on and went home praising God. ²⁶Everyone was amazed and gave praise to God. They were filled with awe and said, “We have seen remarkable things today.”

Jesus asks the question: what is more impossible for me to do? Ask this man to get up and walk, or forgive his sins. The miracle which he then goes on to perform is the full stop of an argument, more than a “crowd-winner”. Jesus was saying: I can heal you inside and out.

What is harder, to open the Red sea or to open a human heart? What is more impossible? To break down the walls of Jericho, or break down our walls of prejudice? Isn’t spiritual blindness as hard to cure as physical blindness? Yes, Jesus fed the 5000, but he feeds thousands today with His Word. What is more impossible? To create life in barren womb, or to create hope in a hopeless soul?

Our God has not ceased to be a God of miracles. He has not stopped doing wonders, and we will truly see the wonders of our God. He is Lord over the sea, and our hearts; our legs and our minds. What is too hard for the Lord to do?