Donut, Coffee, Bible, and a Napkin to Scribble On.
What a Walmart adventure, a father beat his kid in front of me because the kid would not get out of my way and I had trouble finding everything and at the end the cashier was so mean, I ask him to his face, Are you angry at me? And he was startled and said no.
And I got out of there spending $120 and not using a single plastic bag.
I know you’re not supposed to blog about your co-workers, but JVP, this one’s for you.
“Then Isaiah son of Amoz sent a message to Hezekiah: “This is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says: I have heard your prayer concerning Sennacherib king of Assyria. This is the word that the LORD has spoken against him: “‘The Virgin Daughter of Zion despises you and mocks you. The Daughter of Jerusalem tosses her head as you flee.”
(2Kings 19:20-21 NIV)
I love this.
Go tell the king of Assyria that Israel is like a little girl…and she is laughing at his threats. Not an evil cackle laugh, but one like, “Daddy, daddy, look at the silly king! He’s funny, daddy.”
That’s so awesome. Not only does God laugh at His enemies, but His children can be as weak and secure as a little girl and laugh at them too.
Hebrews 12:24 to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.
Ok, so I am out of time and have to make this fast:
Abel, the first man to die…ever. Killed by evil men jealous of his righteousness.
Jesus, the last man to die, because after Him all men will be raised, …ever.
Killed by evil men jealous of His righteousness.
It’s almost like Abel got killed and God said, “Here you go. I’m going to show you how death is going to begin, and how death is going to be, and how death is going to be FINISHED FOREVER.”
When we go back to Jesus and learn about missional engagement from Him, we discover a whole new way of going about it. We rediscover that strange kind of holiness that was so profoundly attractive to nonreligious people and offensive to the religious ones. I live in the red-light and drug district of Melbourne, and from my experience these people do not generally like Christians; and yet in Jesus’ day they loved being around Jesus, and He with them. This must mean something to us. I suggest that in a missional context, we must relearn the “how to’s” of mission from Him. From Jesus we learn how to engage with people in an entirely fresh “non-churchy” way. He hung out with “sinners,” and he frequented the bars/pubs of his day (Matt 11.19) he openly feasted, fasted , celebrated, prophesied, and mourned in such a way as to make the Kingdom of God accessible and alluring to the average person. It’s back to Jesus for us.
- p. 142, The Forgotten Ways
Last night we were reading The Chronicles of Narnia as has been our new nightly activity. It makes a great hour around bedtime. I find myself waking up in the morning and thinking, “man, what movie did we watch last night? That was awesome!” and then I realize I just read ONE CHAPTER of The Chronicles of Narnia.
Last night began something that I think is going to happen through all of the 7 books. It was the part where Aslan is singing and creating Narnia [ok, I’m now tearing up at the Donut Bank]. He sings the whole world into creation and the grass springs up like waves of water coming away from him. (I feel like I should capitalize that him.) Then Aslan chooses a few of the animals out of all of them that are created and calls them away from all of the other animals. He gathers them in a circle, looks at each one of them, and then commissions them. They were all alive, they were all moving around, but then He spoke, “Come alive, Narnia. Think. Love. “ etc. [dripping tears at Donut Bank] and as I read it I just threw away all of the creationist hogwash and the big banger hogwash. I’ve become a Narniast. I believe that the world was created exactly as C.S.Lewis described it. A big Lion sang it into creation, and then commissioned His creation.
It’s funny. In college I had some friends that said whenever I was about to say something important I adjusted my glasses. I bet after a few more chapters the boys will know that whenever Daddy starts crying, something of Biblical proportions is happening.
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“The world was not worthy of them.”
(Heb 11:38 NIV)
I looked this up, and got some stuff reversed. I thought it was saying that the world didn’t deserve to have these people on it. Like these people were so good that they shouldn’t be here.
It looks like it’s a little different with the Hebrew words. It almost looks like it could be, “the world did not receive praise from them” or “The world was not comparable to them or meriting reward from them”
So that makes me think about things in the world that I give praise to, that I honor and reward with my attention, passion, or time. I’m ashamed to say that the hour I wasted this morning on Youtube was fruitless, but got my early morning attention today.
I don’t think the answer is the stoic, unemotional lifestyle we see from old Jesus movies, but I also wonder if our joy will quadruple when we put it on things that ARE worthy of our praise, honor, and time. I wonder, if I wasn’t ripped off into thinking that a 320×240 pixel movie could be exciting, would I savor the exciting-albeit simpler-aspects of normal life?
I think more and more if you call someone by the most respectable title you can think of for them it will be easier to serve them. listen<<This came out of a conversation I had where at the beginning of the conversation I referred to someone as “A big black guy” and by the end of the conversation I referred to him as “The nice African-American man”He deserved to be treated with respect from the beginning, and I’m not sure why I downgraded him as I spoke of him, but I was glad that I saw what I was saying and upgraded him as I continued to speak.>>
As long as we’re showing movies, look at the way these guys drive.
I would like you guys to watch this 20 minute video, and then write in the comments. I’m curious to know what you think. - ds
The great lesson of the crusades is that goodwill, even sacrificial obedience to God, is no substitute for a clear understanding of His will. - Ralph Winter
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