With A SHOUT

Death often comes in a whisper, and the bedside of someone who is dying is typically quiet.

Jesus’ response during the sham trial was quiet and silence. And after the scourging, taunts and accusations, and slow and painful crucifixion, Jesus had some things to say from the cross. But when He died, he called out in a loud voice.

The earth wasn’t silent either. The temple veil was torn in two. There was an earthquake. Rocks split. Tombs broke open, and some of the saints within them came back to life and were seen walking around.

And then silence reigned, but the silence was brief. The first day of the week brought a proverbial shout to trump all shouts. He lives?? He lives!!!

We’ll hear that shout again one more time. And soon. Be ready.

Matthew 25:50 And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit.; Matthew 27:51-53 At that moment the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth quaked and the rocks were split. The tombs broke open, and the bodies of many saints who had fallen asleep were raised. After Jesus’ resurrection, when they had come out of the tombs, they entered the holy city and appeared to many people.; I Thessalonians 4:16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a loud command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will be the first to rise. Image: 17041243732_7619819836_b-tpswww.flickr.comphotoscoconutphotos17041243732.jpg

Good Friday Confession

We take time to confess our pride and arrogance. Our self-centeredness. Our selfishness. Our expectation that others should do or be what we, ourselves, are not. Putting ourselves ahead of others instead of following our Savior’s example of service.

Father, You are first, not us. Our desires are not centered on ourselves, but are rooted in Your kingdom.

We take time to confess sins of omission: Good or helpful things that were in front of us that we could’ve done and didn’t. Praying fleeting prayers where intensity was required. Withholding good words. Living lives of careless indifference.

Jesus, although You are God’s Son, You spent Your time here on earth in healing, loving, and showing what God is like. We will do the same.

We take time to confess our sins against ourselves: Our addictions, even seemingly harmless ones. Our self-condemnation. Our negative self-talk. Holding onto the shame of things that Jesus has forgiven.

Jesus, we thank you for Your blood that removes Satan’s accusing power over us.

We take time to confess our sins against others: Gossip. Lust. Harsh speech. Unkindness. Holding a grudge. Having an unforgiving spirit. Using God’s gift of grace as a license for immorality.

Sparkling Jewelry Worn with Work Boots

Graduate school was where I learned about and loved the writings of Victor Frankl, in particularly what he had to say about hope. Having spent time in Auschwitz, his words carried more weight than someone who just bought a lottery ticket. He made the case that those who survive desperate circumstances aren’t necessarily the physically strongest, but rather those who find some meaning in living despite trials. And meaning can be found through using creativity. It can be found in helping another person. It can be found in determining our own attitude about circumstances around us. People who survive are those who hold on to hope. You might say hope is the glitter on a dark painting. It is jewelry worn with work boots.

The times of this uncertain world of ours are not a first or second or tenth to face an unsettled present and future. We are so far from alone in our anxiousness and confusion, it would be comical if not for the plane crashes that have become weekly breaking news.

To wit: The newly freed Israelites began a long tutorial on courage when they crossed through a sea which God’s invisible hand alone held back. I wonder who was more nervous – those in the front or those at the end of the line?

 

 

Christians from Peter and James to Polycarp and Tyndale faced persecution and death from emperors, kings, and bishops. I’ve always been touched by Polycarp’s response to the captors who came to get him. Would I have ordered a meal for them while I spent an hour in my room praying? I understand the prayer. The meal? I don’t know.

 

The pilgrims lived through a rough and uncertain voyage to a land they’d never seen.

Corrie Ten Boom and Anne Frank faced deprivations and uncertainty and horror.

Israeli citizens were kidnapped, raped, tortured, and killed.

Lately, too, some folks closer to home have met with trials and deaths of loved ones in East Palestine, Ohio; Lahaina and Maui; western North Carolina and the Appalachians; and the Pacific Palisades.

I’m leaving gaps, of course; gaps you can fill in yourself, remembering that not all uncertain times are on the news.

 

However, there is much good with the bad these days. We are watching an effort to restore (rather than reform) our government to its original state. It’s long, long overdue. We are watching more people turn to Christ. I anticipate changes in our nation’s food. We will see. We get to decide where we focus. We get to determine whether to weep or sing.

Romans 5 reminds us that we can experience peace despite tribulations, and those troubles provide a way for us to gain patience along with experience. And hope. Glorious, enduring hope.

Hope. It is the sparkling jewelry to our faith’s work boots. They, both of them, get us through the uncertainty of various threats, fires, floods, and more. I hope to see you, my friend, if not on the other side, next to me as we travel through.

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They’ve Got Tina

They’ve got Tina.

When I heard someone say that, it was the first time I felt slight concern, though not enough, about a now 70 year old woman who was a Mesa County, Colorado county clerk.

County clerk. It’s a position that seems innocuous enough.* It is a job that includes preserving birth, death, marriage, and vital statistics records. These include deeds, liens, and judgments. Business licenses. Construction permits. Court documents. County clerks are responsible for entering data into computer systems and maintaining accurate records of all transactions and documents. And often the job includes overseeing the administration of local elections. And that responsibility includes maintaining votes from an election for 22 months following the election and 4 years following a contested election.

I’d heard a few things here and there, but didn’t pay close attention. However, Tina Peters’ name kept being mentioned.

As I understand it, some Mesa county citizens expressed their concern over votes being manipulated in the 2020 election and before that, as well. Tina didn’t take it very much to heart. After all, the system seemed to run smoothly enough and she trusted it. And then Dominion, the computer system relied on during elections asked to service their machine. Tina agreed, but out of an abundance of caution before they came to do so, she had an expert come in and, to simplify things in a way people like me can understand it, take a picture of the original vote results. After Dominion serviced the machine, Tina asked the same computer expert to take a picture again. It showed that data had been deleted and completely wiped off the server. Tina’s decision to so preserve those vote results provided proof of the felonious actions of removing critically important election-related data files (before it is legal to do so) under the guise of supposed “software update maintenance”.

Reports were made, accusations flew and now Tina is spending 9 years in prison. Her husband died in the midst of the trouble. Her home was raided including precious items of this Navy SEAL Gold Star Mother’s son. It seems like overkill for a county clerk, doesn’t it?

PBS called her a Republican election denier. The AP called her whistleblowing a voting data scheme. The judge called her a charlatan. (By the way, judges are the ones who determine which evidence is allowed and disallowed at trial.)

AP said “Peters was convicted of three counts of attempting to influence a public servant, one count of conspiracy to commit criminal impersonation, first-degree official misconduct, violation of duty and failing to comply with the secretary of state.

She was found not guilty of identity theft, one count of conspiracy to commit criminal impersonation and one count of criminal impersonation. Yet she persisted on social media to accuse Colorado-based Dominion Voting Systems, which made her county’s election system, and others of stealing votes.”

Why would a 70 year old county clerk persist in a lie when faced with prison and nine years, at that? I’ve heard prison is harder on women than men. I don’t know if it is, but it wouldn’t surprise me.

All of us need to do some research. Then we need to think about the perspective of the sources we are using and their biases and ours. But we are obligated in this wide world to do more than sigh or watch someone else tell us what to think.

So I won’t tell you what to think, but I’ll tell you what I think. I think elections are important, and this case shouts that this election needed a specific result, something must be covered up, and someone must be silenced. And the reason that is usually done in nations the world over is that someone(s) is threatened by a loss of control.

We believe we are aware of the stakes in the 2020 election, but I don’t think any of us is to a full extent. No. Someone is very protective of their control. I have to ask why. The usual suspect is money. Maybe. Maybe it’s more than that. Yes, it’s more than that.

We do know that trafficking of children, women, and drugs is at an all-time high. We know that at least 300,000 children have been “lost” in the last 4 years upon crossing our border. That’s a lot of Amber Alerts. Drugs can be sold once. A child can be sold dozens of times a day.

A child-trafficking network of this degree needs corrupt officials. It needs DHS, Secretary of State, Presidential approval, Office of Refugee Resettlement, and HHS to give a means to step away from protections that at one time had been put in place. As of March 2021, for instance, background checks are no longer required of each resident for a child to be placed in a home. The network also involves NGO’s, many liberal Christian charity groups, which receive money with no bid contracts to facilitate some of the trafficking and help cartels make money, helping themselves to payouts in the process. Our federal government uses these organizations to launder money. Said another way, public private partnerships use tax dollars to fund the world’s largest child trafficking organization. Democrats put it in place. Republicans funded it by abdicating their power of the purse.

US taxes fund trafficking. Let me say it again. US taxes fund trafficking. Are we understanding the enormity of this yet?  Entities involved in trafficking as well as the by now cascading travesties compromising our very nation needed cover by people willing to be bribed or weak enough to be blackmailed. And the integrity of our elections figures into that. A woman named Tina stood her ground, told the truth, and sent that beast of a network into a frenzy.

Jesus came and sacrificed himself on the cross to save our souls. But God put us in charge of the earth. We need to clean up this mess. Christians, we are not called to escape. We are expected to reign. We are expected to call a spade a spade. We are expected to not turn the other way.

Can we start by at least getting on board to stand with Tina, the County Clerk, and FREE TINA PETERS?

*County clerk job description I found online states: Create, maintain, organize and file various documents. Capture data on spreadsheets and in various computer programs. Run errands, such as collecting documents and transporting documents to other offices. Handle correspondence for the County Clerk’s office. Receive relevant fees and balance a cash drawer. Perform election administration tasks and capture election data.

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Walls of The Old House

The house stood, as it had for 100 years, steady and proud among the other houses on the block; some nearly as old, but none older; and none that looked quite as dignified. It was empty now. Echoing. The walls held memories of weddings and post-funeral gatherings. They kept whispered secrets from one inhabitant to another, and remembered the incessant chatter of children growing up and shrieks and the sound of pattering feet. They had absorbed stories of missionaries from different lands and professors and a college dean and those who gave hours and days and years to churches. And graduations. And parties. They had heard weeping both loud and muffled. They had endured the sound of dogs and cats and chickens. And news of some wars. And prayers; prayers for help and healing, for a young man leaving for the military, for babies, for those whose faith wavered, and, of course, thanks in all of its variations from surprise to anticipated to relief-filled. Those walls had loved the sound of music. They had listened to piano lessons and music played and sung for the blessed sake of enjoyment. And for many many years it almost seemed the walls had joined in the lovely harmonies of Christmas carols sung at Christmas.

So on Christmas Eve, after a church service with candles and Silent Night, she drove down the dark streets to the old house and climbed its steps. Unlocking the door, she turned on the light, and walked to the center of the living room. And there she sang the old carols of long ago and not so long ago. She sang for the memories and for the beauty and precious gifts of music. She sang with hope for goodness in the tired world. And she sang for her Savior, Jesus, who held everything together. 2,000 years ago. 100 years ago. Today. And future days and years. And the walls heard. And they remembered.

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Your Small Stone

There are times in life when attention on the wrong thing makes us unaware of the good things: sunshine we ignore because the meteorologist said we needed rain, the laughter of children because we needed to concentrate on a project, the fresh smell of dirt because we wanted clean fingernails instead, or the sound of a church singing Amazing Grace because someone was off pitch. So many treasures line our path, but we miss them because our earbuds are in and our eyes, well, they might as well be closed.

And yet it is those very things – the precious things we miss because we are so used to them or because they have become so much a part of our lives that we take them for granted – that we should, we must, hasten to value before they are gone. For they will go as surely as the mist over a lake rises and disappears in the next minute.

You don’t need to tell someone what you think, but it’s nice to have the choice, isn’t it? You don’t need to carry a gun or even want one, but it might be a valuable option when you come face to face with someone who’d as soon kill you as look at you. You don’t need to go to church, but . . . I’ll stop there. I think everyone benefits from being part of a church who reveres God and loves Jesus. But God is better than I. He doesn’t force anyone to do anything. Free will is one of His best things. And freedom is a treasure.

All I know is some people think its unfashionable to love their one nation under God. Every once in awhile someone argues themselves into not voting or maybe not caring. Maybe they think their action and effort doesn’t matter. Or perhaps they feel too important to do such a common man thing as voting. Maybe a passionate professor or friend convinced them the old fashioned ways of our country need an upgrade. I can’t say because I don’t know. But whatever prevents someone from doing even a small thing to fight for his country – well I’m glad it didn’t prevent David from picking up some small stones when he saw Goliath. Dear friend, there could come a day – maybe very very soon – when those treasures you didn’t know you had will disappear because of your apathy or arrogance. And then. Then. You will long for something you had, but failed to treasure.

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Let’s Talk

I had a 7th grade English teacher who was a favorite of everyone – well, most everyone. In addition to delivering some pretty solid teaching, she liked to have fun with the kids. One day she brought caramels (those individually wrapped Kraft caramel squares) to class so we could all enjoy one or two. One of the boys in the class had gotten braces the day before and it was her joke on him. In those days, most people enjoyed jokes, even if they were on them. He thought it was funny, she thought it was funny, we all laughed.

Sometimes people talk to the elderly like they’re small children. I suppose they get used to it, considering it’s probably a well-meaning effort to be kind. I hope no one ever talks to me that way.

People who are abusive can be downright mean in their comments. But they can also be silky smooth and convincing. It depends on what type of abuser they are.

In a war, opposing sides are not likely to be polite to each other. Each side is defending something or someone. Are demoralizing comments appropriate? What about name-calling? What about harsh answers that don’t turn away wrath? Is war a time to point out bad things about the opponent?

Most of us favor easy-listening speech. We cringe a bit at words that we don’t typically use, ourselves, although I’ve noticed that human nature sometimes prefers to ignore or even agree with ad hominem attacks rather than discussing the matter of argument. We’d rather repeat that attack than actually argue a valid point. Some people are suggesting yesterday’s assassination attempt could be the fault of the one who offends some folks with some pretty tough words. I thought of some crusty prophets who offended kings and I thought of Jesus who garnered the hate of plenty of people. Still does.

But it’s our responsibility to examine what situation someone’s words are used in. I don’t suppose a dentist has a bowl of caramels in the waiting room. And if you don’t understand that our nation (and world) is and has been in a war for a long time, a war to save a whole lot of people who are sold and sacrificed, a war to defend our nation’s freedoms, and a war of influence in which some folks are doing whatever they can to keep things from going kinetic, you might criticize words and phrases used more in war than, for instance, typical political speech. You would be wrong.

It Was the Best of Times, It Was the . . .

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

When I first read the book, A Tale of Two Cities and later,The Scarlet Pimpernel, I hadn’t made the connection between the American Revolution and the French Revolution. In fact, although a school teacher may have thrown it out for consideration, I apparently didn’t catch it. Fortunately, those two classics made that connection for me.

Here we are this July 4th celebrating, as we do every year, the independence of our nation. Those American Patriots, French soldiers, and Native and African Americans making up the Continental Army fought some of their own countrymen: American Loyalists and Native and African Americans joining British soldiers. Imagine, if you will, disagreeing with your own countrymen over politics. And it didn’t happen over a year or two, or even four, but it was nearly nine years before the official end of the war.

It was an important disagreement.

That July 4, 1776 Declaration of Independence from Great Britain wasn’t a sudden decision. Years of tension between our 13 colonies and King George reached an irrevocable conflict. Think of it: Being taxed for all printed material, i.e. newspapers, legal documents, and pamphlets; not to mention playing cards and dice! Methinks a boundary was overstepped with the Stamp Act. Then, something most of us recall – the tea tax (3 cents per pound) – led to the “enough’s enough” action of the Boston Tea Party. It wasn’t really a party. We should commend those early Americans for fighting for our independence. Republicanism was a new thought, and the effort succeeded. It occurs to me that we should borrow some of that “enough’s enough” attitude from our forefathers. Tea isn’t the only thing we’re taxed for now.

The interesting thing is that, with our revolution, revolutions all over the globe erupted. The French Revolution, of course, which we remember, in part, due to its morbid guillotine; but also the Haitian revolution. Brazil, Greece, Argentina, Chile, Peru, Bolivia, Ecuador, Venezuela, and Mexico all hopped on board the revolution train, seeking to replace monarchies with republics. Not democracies. Republics.

Are you seeing any similarities yet? It does seem, doesn’t it, that we are witnessing something akin to the upheaval from history over 200 years ago. The question for the United States for America, of course, is found in Benjamin Franklin’s famous answer to Elizabeth Willing Powel’s question on the final day of the Constitutional Convention: “Well, Doctor, what have we got? A republic or a monarchy?” to which he answered, “A republic, if you can keep it.”

A republic if your can keep it. God help us keep it.

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The Why

Can you imagine having a picnic in a cemetery? It was fairly common in the late 1800s, and I’ve read that it’s making a comeback. For some of you who associate graveyards with ghosts, I suppose a ham sandwich with chips and lemonade on a blanket there would lose its appeal.

But others apparently desire the connection with or honor of their dear departed by including their gravesite in a warm-weather outdoor lunch.

Originally called Decoration Day, what is now named Memorial Day was observed to honor those who died in the Civil War. It made sense to celebrate it in May when the first flowers of spring could be gathered to decorate their graves.

I remember when Congress changed some holidays to Mondays so people could have an excuse for a three-day weekend. They wanted that long weekend and figured people wouldn’t care about, for instance, Washington or Lincoln’s real birthday. I cared. I still do, and it still bothers me, but I do not doubt I’m in the minority.* Anyway, that’s why we celebrate Memorial Day the last Monday in May.

Regardless of whether you’ve supported a war or even agree with the idea of war in general, we hold an obligation to honor those who died in good faith for their country. We can honor those who did something we have not done. Why did they do it? They stood for freedom. They dug deep into a belief: Duty, Honor, Country.

Depending on what you think is going on in our world just now, I don’t know whether you’ve thought about dying for a cause like soldiers must do. They are required to get their affairs in order. Write a will. Assign an executor. Get their “hero picture” taken. But you can do something easier. Just for this Memorial Day, you might attend a ceremony or parade. You might read a list of fatalities or, perhaps more palatable, a story of a soldier. In fact, I try to include a post on this very blog each year about Memorial Day. Whatever it is that you do, I hope you remember the why. Enjoy your picnic.

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The Company of the Impossible

People are of two minds during this season of what now. One segment is able to pretty much ignore much of the weirdness invading the every day; things such as institutions most of us have trusted in the past claiming opposing things. (This, fellow traveler, is called talking out of both sides of your mouth.)*  The happy folks belonging to this group don’t anticipate any significant collapse of our banking system and, while they’ve noticed the cost of groceries has increased, figure things will eventually change back to normal.

The other segment has begun to recognize unsettling patterns. They do what they can to keep their attitude positive, but see that an abnormal number of fires destroying food plants, unfortunately-located rail explosions, inexplicable fires, and things like – oh -let’s say bridge collapses are not only increasing, but also curiously explained away without proper investigations. Of course it was an accident. The idea that anything like fifth generation warfare is taking place on American soil is out of the question. Just ask Reuters. Or Google. Or the AP. Or (your favorite propaganda news station here). This group of folks wants to say something about it and might even do so, but are often shut down with a label (you know the one).

But there is a third small population of people who believe the source of chaos rests not only in the physical and certainly political, but in the spiritual. They believe the things we witness daily now are part of the battle between good and evil. They also believe not only in miracles, but that they, themselves, might be able to do something to bring them about during this time when miracles are desperately needed. This narrow slice of society is comprised of the bravely bizarre. One of them, for instance, talked a mortician into allowing him to pray over his deceased family member for over an hour – thinking his prayers and commands could bring him to life. They didn’t. But, I confidently add, they could have. If you doubt that, you are forgetting some of your New Testament.

One of them prayed and commanded healing over probably a hundred or more people until one day one was healed. And then another. And another.

One of them had taken a wrong turn down a dark, narrow street and was suddenly hemmed in by the car in front of her stopping. The car had young men in both the front and back seats. Its abrupt halt was clearly intended. There was nothing and no one else around. There was no way to pass it. Remaining stopped behind them spelled certain trouble. But upon praying, her car was now in front of the nefarious group of thugs where she could hasten to a more populated street. Would you like to know more about that? Because it was me in that car with my four young children. I knew there was no way to get around them, but I maneuvered around their car to what I thought would be a sidewalk, and we were suddenly in front of it. No bump of a curb, not even a visual pass. The point is that I did my little impossible part and God did the rest with a different kind of transport-ation.

(It is at this point in the post where I think – don’t lead people down the wrong path. There are all sorts of people offering magic and new age and craziness to those who are ready to grasp at anything. To clarify: the Holy Bible isn’t that. Don’t just be based. Be Bible-based.)

If you are part of this small company you might be afraid you’ll be embarrassed to try something and fail, you won’t fit in and people will talk about you should you reveal your true beliefs and maybe even experiences. You know what I say? Let them talk! It’s the devil that wants you silenced.

We, after all, are made in God’s image: the God who created the world with a word. We say we believe what we read in the Bible. We read about the sun standing still, about the lame, blind, deaf, and mute being healed, about transport, about speaking in a language you don’t actually know, about raising someone from the dead. We read about people doing these things. We say we believe it. But we relegate these events to a certain time and certain people. Not us. Not now. Why? Did God withdraw His power?

In this dreadful time in history, we are watching a thousands year old satanic cult have its way in the world and in our dear nation. Every week we discover someone else has aligned themselves with it. They aren’t playing games. They are in it to win it. It’s time to stop watching. It’s time to start understanding that we – you and I – can slay dragons. We can call out healing. We can take on Goliath. The difference between David and the whole Israeli army was that he was offended for the sake of God and disgusted that everyone was backing down.

Then said David to the Philistine, You come to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, who you have defied.

If you choose to be part of this group – people who actually believe the Bible and who count themselves as disciples – you are in good company. You are in perfect company. For two thousand years ago there was a plan to save the entire world – not just through space, but also through time. Of course they wanted Him dead. But in their arrogance they missed the power of God Almighty and His Son, Jesus. Don’t make that mistake.

Let’s meet at the cross, wait two days, and then GO.

*History offers plenty of examples so what’s different this time? Good point. Maybe we should ask the thousands who died from a recent bioweapon and multitudes more who died or were injured from the injection purported to help.; Image: pexels-joagbriel-1753922-scaled.jpg; I Samuel 17:45; cross-sunset-humility-devotion-161089.jpeg; 17041243732_7619819836_b-tpswww.flickr.comphotoscoconutphotos17041243732.jpg