Christianity, Life

Death and Time…

pexels-photo-707676.jpegBen franklin famously wrote “in this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes”. And while I certainly think that this is an oversimplification, it still does ring true.

One hundred percent of those who read this blog post will eventually die; that is a fact! Regardless of their stellar gene pool, workout regimen and diet, one day they will indeed, perish. It is unmistakably unavoidable. Choosing to ignore the topic of the brevity of life in no way changes the fact: death is coming to us all.

Human beings are quite unusual when compared to the animal kingdom (and this is because we are made in the image of God which is a topic for another day), and in more ways than just one. Specifically, however, I am referring to the fact that human beings fully understand that they are temporal, finite, beings. Beings who, for all their great accomplishments, in no way can extend their time on this earth, indefinitely. It is truly remarkable that humans wake up, go to work; laugh; play; love; hate; and so on and so forth, all the while knowing full well that they cannot escape the finitude of their own life.

Over the last week or so, several deaths have made the headlines. First was R. Lee Ermey, an actor known for his role in Full Metal Jacket (and a plethora of other roles in films and television, including Toy Story!). He was 74.

The next death was that of Harry Anderson, of Night Court fame. I can still remember watching Night Court when I was a kid. The character he played was silly, but I loved it. And that he did magic tricks was a bonus (he actually was a magician in “real life”). Harry Anderson was 65.

Barbara Bush, the former First Lady to President George H. Bush, and mother to President George W. Bush, was the next death that pinged on my phone as notification after notification from every major news app that I have installed in my phone filled up my screen. Tributes began pouring in, which honestly, made my heart glad. It is nice to see some honest, non-partisan, kind words. Barbara Bush was 92.

Lastly, and without a doubt, most heartrending, was Jennifer Riordan. Jennifer unfortunately, was the passenger on Southwest Flight 1380 who tragically lost her life when one of the plane’s engines malfunctioned causing debris to puncture the plane. She was a wife, mother and successful in her occupation. Jennifer Riordan was 43.

Death is unavoidable.

Rarely in the span of such a diminutive amount of time do we see headlines of those who died in such close succession, yet their dissimilarities abound all the more. Two were actors (and I would say they were successful actors). One, a prominent political matriarch. And the last, though unknown to the greater populace, nonetheless, she was known throughout her community, industry and family (and according to all accounts, a great person). Their ages, however, is what piqued my interest.

The youngest was only 43, which sounds too young to die in modern, scientifically and medically advanced, times. However, tell that to the countless parents who have children battling all forms of terrible cancers who would give anything to see their child make it to only 18. Perspective. The oldest was 92 which sounds much better. The other two, at 64 and 75 fall in the middle. Although, I read numerous comments on social media that 65 is “way too young to die”. The bottom line is no one, if they are being honest, wants to die.

The bible says, yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring — what your life will be! For you are like vapor that appears for a little while, then vanishes (James 4:14). And how true is that? Very.

Life is like a vapor, here one moment, gone the next. I did not fully realize this until I grew older. Oddly, it seems like just last week I was cruising around my hometown in my 1966 Chey II Nova, listening to a CD (remember what those are?) in my Panasonic CD player as the sound was pumped through a pair of Sony 6×9’s and a pair of Rockford Fosgate subs (and if all those descriptions do not date me, nothing will). The irony is, that was over 20 years ago. How could twenty-plus years go that fast? I do not know how, but they did. As I age, it is as if time is speeding up!

It is impossible to increase our time; yet it is possible to change what we do with our time. All the money, prestige, and power that this world offers cannot add to our time. We can exhaust ourselves, working diligently as possible; and that will not add time to our day. Each person has 1,440 minutes in their day. Factoring in time slept, eating, bathing and going to the restroom, not to mention working, there is not that much time leftover. Each person must ask this question: “What am I doing with my time?”

I have read numerous articles over the years, from varying perspectives, concerning what those who are dying, and looking back at their life, regret. And regardless of which article, not a single one  ever states that those persons looking back on their lives wish that that they would have done the following:

-Worked more

-Made more money

-Acquired more personal possessions

What is done with a person’s time, speaks volumes about that person; in fact, it speaks louder than anything that the person says. I can say that I am a “family man”, or that “I am committed to my faith”, or a host of other things, but if how I spend my time contradicts any of those statements, then I am a liar. Ouch.

How are you spending your time as of late?

Are you loving those that need to be loved? Are you showing grace and kindness to those who desperately need it?  How about smiling; are you smiling more than walking around looking like someone popped the only balloon you have ever had? Are you sharing your faith and hope in Jesus to those who have lost all hope, and even doubt the existence of a God who actually loves them?

Or perhaps, you cannot share about the hope you have in Jesus because you too, do not have that hope. Maybe “God stuff” is not for you, thinking you are far too intelligent to believe in fairy tales. Maybe you are staking your claim on a deathbed conversion at the age of 99; don’t bet on it.

The bible clearly teaches that this world is not all there is. In the gospel of John, these words are found: For God loved the world in this way: He gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. I underlined eternal as a reminder that this physical life on earth is not all there is.

 Time continues to count down, for everyone. Death is no respecter of person, age, esteem, wealth, or you name it.

Do not waste your life on the wrong things; do not hesitate one more day, to make the decisions you know you need to make! You are not dead….yet!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Christian Worship, Christianity

Sunday after Easter?

Easter, or as I more appropriately call it, Resurrection Sunday, has come, and gone.

Perhaps you consider yourself a Christian, a Believer; and as some would say, a Follower of Jesus. Possibly, you attended a service on Sunday like you normally do. If that describes you, that is wonderful! However, if that description is not accurate depiction of  you, please, read on.

Easter Sunday is undoubtedly, the most attended Sunday in Christian churches in the United States. Depending on which poll is most accurate, anywhere between 51% and 79% of Americans planned to attend an Easter service yesterday. That is a behemoth of a percentage, considering the overwhelming rapid secularization that has occurred over the past few decades, specifically the  last 10 years or so.

Yet still, there is something about Easter.

Each year I am continually surprised when Easter approaches, and a friend or acquaintance (who normally could not care less about church attendance, God, Jesus, the cross, etc.), shares their plans to attend a service. And don’t misunderstand me, I am pleasantly surprised, and genuinely happy they plan to attend; it just makes me think.

If you are one of those persons who attended an Easter service yesterday who has not darkened a church door, since maybe Christmas, or even Easter last year, I commend you! It is not fun, nor enjoyable, attending a church service when it is “not your thing”. And add to that, all that comes with attending, such as getting all dressed up, throwing on a tie or nice dress, when you never dress like that. Or perchance, you attended a hip, relaxed service wearing jeans while you focused on the pastor (after of course, the fog from the fog machine dissipated)  speaking from a super-contemporary stool; if you attended a church like that, kudos to you!

I will not bore you with doctrine, theological speak, or even rehash a similar message that you might have heard yesterday. And that is in no way disrespect, or a repudiation of the message that you heard. I trust that you heard a transforming message of hope, deliverance, peace and love yesterday. If not, no worries, even the best pastor fires off a dud now and then!

I do not know why you attended. Was it for a spouse, significant other, parent, friend? Was it “all you” as in something inside you nudged or persuaded you? And do not worry, thousands, if not millions were in your shoes, and did the same. However,  now Easter has come and gone; it is over.

You now have a choice. You can move on with that Easter service in your rear-view mirror, driving as fast as you possible can till it is no longer visible. Or…you can decide to act differently, doing something completely out-of-character for you: This coming Sunday, you can get in your car, drive on the same road, end up at the same church you just visited the week prior, and even sit in the same pew (or chair!) that you sat in seven days ago. And yes, give it a second chance.

Now I am not saying that you have to agree with it all; you probably will not. But why not take this as an opportunity to answer the question, “what if?”. You might do that, and then realize that it was a complete and total waste of time. That is okay. However, you might have the contrary experience.

One Day, perhaps 10 years from now, you will look at your family as you get in your car. You hear your children chatting back and forth, and you wink at your spouse as they place their hand on top of yours as you head to that same church. The church where you developed friendships, felt loved; the church where your kids grew physically and spiritually. The church where you attended a marriage enrichment workshop that forever strengthened your marriage.

You ponder all these things in your heart and mind as you think to yourself, I am forever grateful that I decided to go back to that church the Sunday after Easter; so very glad!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Christianity

I forgot about the Gospel…

Recently, I experienced a humbling, yet insightful experience…

I, along with two of my kids (although, at ages 18 and 20, they are hardly “kids”!), headed south to Nashville from Cincinnati, specifically, to Vanderbilt University. We were looking forward to attending the “I don’t have enough faith to be an atheist” seminar. If you are not familiar, please allow me to explain.

I don’t have enough faith to be an atheist, is a book written by Dr. Frank Turek, who has an apologetics ministry, Cross Examined (www.crossexamined.org). Having been a fan since stumbling across his podcast, (and reading two of his books, Stealing from God and I don’t have enough faith to be an Atheist), I was thrilled to have the opportunity to attend this seminar, and to see him in-person!

Dr. Turek travels across the country speaking to hundreds of college students who attend seminars such as this. And while the auditoriums are filled with numerous Christians, many non-believers, atheists and agnostics, are also present. This is by design as there is, almost always, an opportunity to ask Dr. Turek a question on a microphone in front of the attendees.

Oftentimes, these questions are asked by Christians, while other times these are asked by the skeptics. And while most colleges and universities make the ardent claim that the university is the appropriate setting for the exchange of differing and opposing thoughts and ideas, sadly for Evangelical Christians, far too many are silenced (either officially, or unofficially). This is why events such as his one, are key. Ideas and arguments are best made in-person, not, on social media!

Dr. Turek finished his presentation (to a near-capacity crowd), and now entered the opportunity for questions to be asked. Numerous attendees, from college age and beyond, asked a plethora of questions. Though many of the questions seemed genuine, others came across not necessarily as questions, but rather as pointed and calculated attacks, disguised as questions. To be sure, I have no issue with this; this was the proper environment for the exchange of ideas, differing as they may be.

One person in particular, asking a question stood out to me. Appearing to be thoroughly, yet in some way, suspiciously ready, he fired off a question. Immediately, Dr. Turek recognized him! It was shared that this individual was at the previous college where Dr. Turek spoke. Dr. Turek attempted to answer this person’s (Forrest was his name, I believe) question, however, Forrest was not at all pleased with the answer, feeling it was either unanswered or insufficient; clearly, Forrest was attempting to prove a point (honestly though, it was difficult, for me at least, to decipher his goal!).

With his sheet of paper in hand, Forrest carefully asked his questions. It was quite obvious Forrest was trying his very best to trip up Dr. Turek, although, as I previously mentioned, where he was attempting to go, was not clear. The question asked had to do with the creation of the universe. Apparently, Forrest took issue with the premise, and felt that Dr. Turek, was misleading the audience.

At the conclusion of the Q &A time, the seminar ended. I noticed my son, Jase, was talking to Forrest, so I thought I would listen in.

Jase is very passionate, and sincere in his faith. He has a heart for reaching the lost, engaging people nearly every day. His story (which I may write about in the future) is raw yet real, sad but full of hope, heart-wrenching and heart-warming all at the same time. Jase, seeks to see people come to a saving relationship with the Savior of the world; it is serious business to him.

So, there I was, listening in as Jase and Forrest were talking. Jase was being genuine, seeking to find out about this person. Forrest, however, seemed to be not seeking anything, other than an argument. I was torn. Should I step in, or stay back? Frustration was clearly on Jase’s face. Like I mentioned earlier, Jase honestly seeks to engage those around him. He yearns to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ; period. Their “conversation” was going nowhere. I stepped in (and Jase appeared relieved as it gave him an out to speak with a college student who had been listening from afar, and who appeared interested in true conversation).

I asked Forrest the following questions: “Excuse me sir, what is your point? Why are you here?”. My intentions were not meant to belittle him, nor attack him. Finding out why he attended and discovering his reasoning behind the comments he was making was my motivation. Looking perplexed, he began to speak, pausing for a moment before replying “I am here to defend science, well, and, it is entertaining!”.

“Defend science? From whom and why?” I said. I thought it was interesting that this individual felt compelled to “defend science” when in fact science says absolutely nothing, scientists do.

“Because I do not want to see science misconstrued”, said Forrest matter-of-factly. Adding, “It is entertaining to see people who actually believe the bible try to defend themselves”.

“So, you are doing this because you like to be entertained or you are an entertainer?”, I quipped.

Forrest, with a devious-looking grin sated “I am not an entertainer, but yes, it is fun watching”.

Attempting to expedite the conversation, I asked “What science is being misconstrued?”

“The creation of the universe, specifically how the Big Bang is being misused”, he sternly said.

With my eyebrows raised, I thought for a moment, then replied “Scientists today overwhelmingly agree in the Big Bang theory.”

“Wrong!”, Forrest shouted, adding, “You too, are misinformed!”(I then realized how Hillary Clinton felt during her debates with Donald Trump).

With a slight chuckle, I asked, “So you are telling me that the late Dr. Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein were incorrect in their assessments that the universe began at the Big Bang?” It was here that Forrest changed his tune, slightly.

“I’m not saying that the Big Bang never occurred, I am saying that the Big Bang did not necessarily create the universe, because it really basically comes down to how the word ‘universe’ is defined.”, Forrest arrogantly stated. Instantly, I was reminded of Bill Clinton as he defended his statement regarding Monica Lewinsky many years ago, when he said, “It depends upon what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is.”

I could go on and on,  sharing our entire conversation (which lasted for nearly forty minutes), but I will not suffer you the burden of reading our back-and-forth dialogue. On the contrary, I would like to share what this experience taught me:

The  first thing I learned was that when engaging an unbeliever, it is important to determine if they are truly seeking, or only engaging with in order to attack, and destroy. Forrest, was not a “seeker” by any stretch of the imagination. His sole purpose in attending the event was none other than to attack, and make fun of Christians. Clearly his purpose in conversing with me was to excoriate anything I had to say.

And while it is okay to engage people such as this, as the Holy Spirit could already be working in this person’s life and all they might need is testimony from a Believer, it is key to know when to walk away.

A grand total of four times over the course of our exchange did I attempt to end the conversation. Forrest however, was not having it.. He was what,  apologist Greg Kokul, in his excellent book, Tactics, describes as  a “steamroller”. With persons that exhibit this type of behavior, it is best to walk away. Even Jesus shared in Matthew 10:14 (If anyone does not welcome you or listen to your words, shake the dust off your feet when you leave that house or town.) that there will be occasions where as Christians, we need to walk away.

The second thing I learned was that I need to make sure that I am “dying on the hill” for the greater things, not the lesser things. Forrest was being overly aggressive with concepts that truly were of no importance. His insistence that the word “universe” was not being used properly, and therefore any argument that I, or anyone else made, in regards to the creation of the universe, was discredited, is ludicrous! Be wary of those individuals that deal in absolutes such as this.

The “right” thing in conversations such as these, is always the Gospel; period. Forrest was bent-on, and determined, to steer the conversation to lesser, minute things. For sure, he believed they were fundamental. The trick is to pay close attention, and to realize when the conversation is being derailed. Numerous times I could have centered the conversation, yet in the heat of the moment, failed to do so!

The third thing I learned is that I need to pray! Yes, this should be a given. However, I came up short in this department. And while I certainly should have been in prayer prior to this conversation, I should have also been in constant prayer, during this conversation. In first Thessalonians 5:17, the Apostle Paul reminds us to “pray constantly”. This could have been done throughout my conversation with Forrest, and, done without me disrespecting him by not paying attention.

To pray constantly, as the Apostle Paul said, is more than praying non-stop. It carries with it, this idea of being in an atmosphere and attitude of prayer. Regretfully I was not in that attitude nor atmosphere of prayer.

Have you ever been frustrated, angry, or just having a bad moment and then someone calls on you to pray? Can you say…awkward? It forces you to instantly, refocus on God, His Son and his Spirit. Or have you been in an argument with a person, and then instead of letting the argument, and negative feelings multiply, you stop, go to the Lord in prayer, and refocus. Then you continue, but now you have a peace, a steadiness; you have been refocused!

If I would have been in an attitude of prayer, I would have handled the situation much more effectively; and in turn, been a better conduit for God’s Spirit and Grace to flow through, and out! We as Followers of  Christ, need constant reminding that an integral part of the Christian faith, is that we are ambassadors, more than individuals who belong to a particular group with similar beliefs. We are representing the Savior of the world to those who desperately need saving (just as much as we do!). Regrettably, at no point was I winsome, and this, is sad.

The final thing I learned is that, thankfully, I serve a God of second chances! I prayed for Forrest that evening when I arrived back at my hotel. But first, I was convicted. I knew I had fallen short, and in doing so, misrepresented the God whom I love and serve. Once I asked for forgiveness, I then lifted up this man, a complete stranger who I had only met hours ago, in prayer. Lastly, I prayed for continued opportunities to converse and engage those who are seeking. And that my friends, is a prayer that God will always honor!

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