Plague of Hail!

In the book of Exodus we are told that one of the plagues brought on the Egyptians was HAIL. God did this because they would not free the Israelites from slavery. I never really gave much thought to hail as a plague. I always thought some of the other plagues - blood and locusts to name two - were worse than hail.
       Today we had a hail storm in Lakewood - the seventh day in a row that we have had massive late afternoon rain and hail storms. This is what is looked like.

Definitions Matter!

Some of you know this short advert for Berlitz. It's hilarious.

This coming weekend I am preaching on a word - "shalom" in Hebrew. Often misunderstood or misinterpreted, especially by those of us religious types. This ad reminds me to laugh at myself!

Countdown to Ramadan - 3 Weeks From Today

The Islamic holy month of Ramadan begins three weeks from today on August 1st.
       This year I am going to use the holiday to focus on praying for and blessing Muslims, and encouraging other people to do so as well. One of the goals of The Isaac-Ishmael Initiative is to equip Christians about how to engage constructively with Jews and Muslims. Ramadan is a great opportunity for this.
       On the next two Mondays I will give more detail about how people can be involved and contribute to blessing Muslims during the next month. Check back on this blog next Monday for more details.

Derek Jeter and 3,000 Hits

I am a life-long New York Yankees baseball fan. I even liked them in the early 1970s when they did not win a championship for a decade.
       I certainly do not like everything the Yankees do or what they represent sometimes - huge payrolls, major egos, some prima dona players. Yankee pitcher Sparky Lyle called the Yankees "the Bronx Zoo" in the 1970s.
       So when Derek Jeter hit his 3,000th hit today (a home run no less), I thought about his career not as much for his accomplishments on the field but rather that he has gained the respect of fans and players alike. To quote a friend who is a Boston Red Sox fan, "Jeter is a class act." I agree.
       3,000 hits is an amazing feat - it takes endurance and the willingness to work on your hitting all the time. Jeter has done that, so my hat is off to him.
       My hat is off to him all the more for (seemingly at least) maintaining his integrity on a team and in a town which does not value that too much. He is the captain for a reason - and not because he has 3,000 hits.

Welcome to the World - Southern Sudan

A new country - the world's 193rd - was born yesterday. The Republic of Southern Sudan came into existence after two bloody civil wars have left millions of people dead.
       There is a giddiness that we may feel when we see people gain freedom from tyranny. We felt it when Saddam Hussein was toppled; people were full of hope when Eritrea became independent from Ethiopia.
       And yet I am sobered by the challenges which lie ahead for Southern Sudan. It will immediately be listed as one of the poorest nations on earth. It suffers from chronic drought, poor infrastructure, and relatively few natural resources.
       I spent time in southern Sudan a couple of decades ago when I worked for a relief agency. I remember being driven into the regional capital Juba and thinking, "this feels like a large village, not a regional hub." That "large village" is now the capital of a new nation! Quite staggering.
       There is something else quite unique about southern Sudan. It has always set itself apart from the north of the country based on religious beliefs. The south is nominally Christian while the north is Muslim. This is one of the few times in history where an Islamic state has gone through a civil war and eventually split along these religious lines. I think this is quite significant, and is something to be watched in the coming months and years to come.

Tim Keller on How to Treat Homosexuals

I appreciate what Tim Keller has to say here about how Christians should treat homosexuals. I especially agree with him that Jesus spoke so much more about the sin of greed than about the sin of homosexuality. Let the debate begin!

Philip Yancey: Grace Defeats Hate

Philip Yancey speaks about grace and how it manifested itself in South Africa in the True and Reconciliation Commission.

Francis Schaeffer - prophetic words for the 21st century

This is a clip from Francis Schaeffer's "How Shall We Then Live?" where he speaks about the two idols of personal peace and affluence. His words seem all the more appropriate in the 21st century. Schaeffer was certainly a man for his time and a man for our time. (special thanks to Anne S. for this clip)

Looking to July ...

Today is the first day of July. I am looking forward to the next 25 days at home before hitting the road on a three-week road trip to the East Coast of the U.S.

       It already feels like the "Dog Days of Summer" here in Colorado, with temperatures above 90 degrees (25c) every day this week. 4th of July weekend begins today and America takes a vacation for the next few days.
       I have a full month of a variety of things I enjoy and look forward to:
* First two weekends of July: Umpiring Colorado State Championship Baseball;
* July 16-17 and 23-24: Preaching on Shalom at Lookout Mountain Church here in Denver;
* Planning for the Fall - travel as well as new ministry opportunities with The Isaac-Ishmael Initiative;
* Mid-July: Umpiring two regional and national baseball tournaments here - the American Amateur Baseball Championships and the USSSA Global World Series (it's not REALLY global or world, they just think big!)
* July 26: My friend Jim and I hit the road for points east - Cape Girardeau, Missouri and then onto upstate New York and the Adirondacks;
* July 29-31: Retreat at Raquette Lake, NY for the board of directors of the Alumni Association of my college, Cortland State.
And then it will be August, with the first 2 weeks of the month on the East Coast visiting colleges with Steven and attending my nephew's wedding.

The Boss on The Big Man

I have read and pondered Bruce Springsteen's eulogy of Clarence Clemons the past couple of weeks.
       It's a bit weird to quote Springsteen on my blog, but he is emblematic of our culture and of our times. I appreciate his candor about Clarence's complexity and brokenness.
       "Those of us who shared Clarence's life, shared with him his love and his confusion. Though "C" mellowed with age, he was always a wild and unpredictable ride. Today I see his sons Nicky, Chuck, Christopher and Jarod sitting here and I see in them the reflection of a lot of C's qualities. I see his light, his darkness, his sweetness, his roughness, his gentleness, his anger, his brilliance, his handsomeness, and his goodness.
       "But, as you boys know your pop was a not a day at the beach. "C" lived a life where he did what he wanted to do and he let the chips, human and otherwise, fall where they may. Like a lot of us your pop was capable of great magic and also of making quite an amazing mess. This was just the nature of your daddy and my beautiful friend.
       "Clarence's unconditional love, which was very real, came with a lot of conditions. Your pop was a major project and always a work in progress. "C" never approached anything linearly, life never proceeded in a straight line. He never went A... B.... C.... D. It was always A... J.... C.... Z... Q... I....! That was the way Clarence lived and made his way through the world. I know that can lead to a lot of confusion and hurt, but your father also carried a lot of love with him, and I know he loved each of you very very dearly."
       My overwhelming response to these words is one of SADNESS. Yes, it is tragic that Clemons died. But what is more sad to me is that he never seemed to get through the cycle of sin and brokenness in all of our lives. To be clear, we never fully get through it in this life. And yet Jesus transforms people's lives; the Apostle Paul said that through Christ the old man is gone and the new man has come. I do not know where Clarence Clemons was at with God at the end of his life. But I take away from his story the urgency for people to be brought from our darkness into God's eternal light.

"Beautiful Things"

My friend Mike told me about the Michael Gungor Band the other day. I know of them because of the church they started in Denver, called Bloom.
       In the midst of grieving over Nate moving away and the death of our friend Christa Rosier in Holland (see previous posts), one of the Gungor Band songs has really spoken to my soul.
       Check out the video of it below, along with the lyrics.






Beautiful Things
All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

On Umpiring Baseball

I love the game of baseball - have loved it since I was a little kid in New York screaming at the TV for my beloved Yankees.
       I played baseball, my son Steven has played baseball, we both now umpire baseball.
       Steven and I have umpired well over 100 games this season - we did FIVE in one day last weekend alone. So you can imagine we have some funny stories about people and what happens in the midst of games.

       Winston the catcher.

       Here is a little thing that happened the other day that just cracked me up. Before the game began the catcher for the team going on the field came up to me (I was umpiring behind the plate so would be standing behind him for every pitch in the next two hours). The boy is 11 or 12 years old. He sticks out his hand to shake my hand and says in a serious pre-puberty alto, "Hello Mister Umpire. My name is Winston and I am here to protect you from the ball!"
       I chuckled to myself, shook Winston's hand, and thought to myself, "Now that boy has some healthy self-esteem!"
       Late in the game when there was a foul ball and it hit me in the thigh (one of the few places on an umpire's body which is NOT protected), Winston apologized profusely to me. I told him it was not his fault and there is nothing you can do when a ball coming that fast gets hit by a bat and changes direction. Winston's response was great:
       "Oh ya, I guess you are right!" And he bent down to catch the next pitch.

In Honor of Christa Rosier

Our friend Christa Rosier went to be with Jesus on June 19th. She was 50 years of age. I do not have nearly enough space to write adequately about Christa, and her family of Victor, Rachel, and Ephraim.
       Our lives intersected in a unique way. I became pastor of Crossroads Amsterdam in late 2000. I had known Victor and Christa a bit before then, but only vaguely. When I became pastor I got to know them because of a life-threatening illness that Ephraim had.
       In those first months of 2001 we prayed for Ephraim, they sought medical care, we all cried out to God for him. In June Christa asked if she could be baptized at Crossroads, which I had the privilege of doing. It was something of a statement of her faith as well as the faith of her family. I remember speaking to Christa before her baptism and was amazed at the depth of her faith in Christ.
       In the fall of 2001 Ephraim died and we as a community mourned the tragedy with the Rosiers. I was an unseasoned pastor trying to figure out how to shepherd a flock which happened to have a series of deaths that year. Some people thought me courageous, others that I was a spiritual infant. Perhaps there was a bit of truth in both.
       And now 10 years later Christa has also gone to be with Jesus. I can only imagine she and Ephraim worshipping the Lord together - what a scene! It brings me great comfort and hope. This mother and son who followed Jesus and who now live the words of the Revelation, "there will be no more tears."
       In the past 10 years since Ephraim's death, Christa has painted impressions from various Psalms (see her website at www.christarosiernl). The painting in this post is from Psalm 126 - an image of she and Ephraim with sheer joy in their eyes. It is magnificent.
       And so today I write in honor of Christa Rosier today - daughter of the King, wife to Victor, mother to Rachel and Ephraim, friend to many.

Pondering ... Frank Laubach

I do not know the writing of Frank Laubach. He was quoted to me a few weeks ago over a good cup of Dutch coffee with a friend in Holland. My friend followed up our get together with an email quoting Laubach.
       "We ought to give ourselves up to God in things that are temporal as well as things that are spiritual. We should seek our satisfaction only in fulfilling His will. If He leads us into suffering or if He leads us into comfort, our satisfaction should still only be for the fulfilling of His will, for both suffering and comfort are the same to a soul truly resigned to Him."
       "Come to the Lord, ask Him not to deliver you from this situation but ask Him for strength to bear this thing. Ask Him to give you a deep and strong love for Him. Ask Him to give you everything that would please Him. Ask Him to give you what He will and to do with you what He wishes as long as He pleases."
       "The Lord knows best what is needful for us. What He does, He does for our good. If we really knew just how much He loves us, we would always be willing to receive anything from His hand. We would receive the bitter and the sweet without distinction. Anything, yes everything would please us just because it came from Him."
      When I first read these quotes I was pretty annoyed, just to be honest with you. I felt preached at, felt as if my friend and Laubach did not know the first thing of mine and other's situations.
       It has now been a couple of weeks since that coffee and receiving that email. These words are beginning to live within me, to somewhat settle me. I am even growing grateful, dar I say, for these words of rebuke, comfort, and challenge.

The One Percent

I watched the film The One Percent last night. I wish I hadn't, not because I disagree with it. Rather, because the film exposes the tremendous disparity between rich and poor in this country.
       I am still trying to grasp something such as this: The economic top 1% of the population now controls more than 70% of all financial assets in the United States.
       What I am puzzled by the most is that Christians often defend capitalism and the "free market" as if this economic model was God's plan from the God of Eden onward. We have figured out how to wed ourselves to the good and the bad of the creation of wealth, and we do an incredible job rationalizing it all.
       I found this documentary (The One Percent) disturbing; I find some attitudes of Jesus' followers even more troubling.