Am I Learning Yet?

I was viciously attacked recently by one of the people closest to me…

Via email.

It was bad.  I was ripped this way and that, up and down, and then told by this man that he was done with me.  It was a stress induced, guilt-ridden preemptive attack.  He was positive I was going to mercilessly attack him for something he did, so he struck first, mercilessly.  I was accused, judged, and sentenced, all without seeing this man in person, although I tried to set up a meeting.

Most of his accusations were baseless.  Those that may have held merit were twisted to make me look worse than I should have.  But, my guilt or innocence regarding the matters he accused me of is not why I write today.  You see, in this situation, my bad behavior really began when I received the email.

I was seeing red; I was so angry.

Would it shock you to hear that I seriously considered finding him and knocking his lights out?  I guess it probably would, considering the type of stuff I write on this site.  Would it make it any better if I told you that it wouldn’t be the first time one of us punched the other?  That’s right.  We have had many physical altercations, he and I.  He is my brother.

You may think that putting this out there will add to this problem.  Considering he says he is done with me I am not sure that is possible.  But, right now, most of the people I know, including my brother and his family don’t know about this page.  For now, it is anonymous.  This may shock you folks–so brace yourself; My name is not really Average Joe.  It is an alias.

Don’t worry.  I didn’t show up at my brother’s house and ask him to step outside.  I didn’t even go tit-for-tat and blast him with an email counter attack.  Instead, I responded very kindly, refusing to go down that low road.  Now, that may sound very mature to you, very Christian, but it is the heart that matters and my heart was on a looooow road.

I am pretty sure if they knew the situation and saw the email, my family, my friends, even his friends would come in on my side and think that a bit of righteous anger is justified in this situation.  I wonder where Jesus would come in, though.  Would he say, “Yeah, A.J., go ahead and bust him in the mouth.”?   Would he tell me never to talk to him again?  Or, would he tell me what he has already told me, that I need to forgive him?  How many times?  As many times as he has wronged me.  How many times has God forgiven me?  As many times as I have wronged him.

It probably speaks to the condition of my heart but I find that anger is easy, and forgiveness difficult.  For a while after the email, I went back and forth between anger at my brother, and concern for him.  That kind of animosity doesn’t come from a healthy heart.  My needle is pretty well pegged on concerned right now.  I guess that means I am beginning to forgive.  As for my sin of anger, that has been forgiven too.

I love my brother.  Nothing will change that.  He is a good Christian man who is not hearing God’s voice right now, the voice that is telling him how much he is loved.  Please pray for him.

Thanks,  A.J.

 

 

 

 

 

Another Tough Day

I wish I had the knowledge to show the world how to stop our own from killing our own.
I wish I had the words, to comfort the families, the friends, the communities of murdered children.
I wish I had the influence to change the way we teach our kids, love our kids, and lead our kids.
I have none of these things in abundance, not enough to make a difference nationally or globally.  Not many of us do, but we can make a difference in our own homes, in our own neighborhoods.
It can be hard; we get so busy and have so many things on our minds.  It can be easy to think our kids’ issues will work themselves out.  But, clearly, sometimes they don’t.  A happy toddler can turn into a worried seven year old, who turns into a confused eleven year old, who turn into an angry teenager, who turns into a dangerous adult.  Dark thoughts usually turn into dark actions at some point.
I will tell you, though, it is hard for you to show your kids the right path if you don’t know what the right path is.  We parents need to figure it out or we will lead our kids the wrong way.
Some parents, especially single parents aren’t equipped to deal with their own troubled children.  Some of them could use some help.  That is where we are supposed to come in.  We can know the neighbor kid needs love and guidance if we know the neighbor kid, if we talk to him or her, if we smile and say good morning when the kid is heading out for school.  Sometimes, all it takes for a confused and lonely kid to find the right path is to see that someone cares.  How many of us can name all the families on our own street?  I can’t.
I don’t blame myself or any of you for school shootings or any other crimes that others commit.  People are responsible for what they do.  I am saying that we can make a difference, and I truly believe that many of you are.  Some of us never get out of our chairs though.  We decry the injustice of our world but never make a difference in the lives of kids who grow up to commit these injustices.
Believe me, I am speaking to myself more than you.  Kids that I don’t know walk by my yard all the time, and I hardly notice.  If one of them is troubled–I wouldn’t know because I don’t look up from my rake half the time.  These days, I am afraid kids will get the wrong idea if I am too nice.  We don’t want to be known as that creepy guy who talks to all the kids, but the alternative is being that grumpy guy who doesn’t.  Which is better?  Which do we think God wants us to be?
Now, more than ever, kids need to see loving, kind, and joyful people doing loving kind and joyful things, for them, even if it’s just a smile or a few kind words.  You never know, it could turn into a friendship that helps a confused kid see life as a gift, all life.  Then he may want to know the Giver.  That kid may help other kids…
How do we start?  First of all–eye contact, and a smile.  That’s my plan.  It is a seed that will grow if watered.        A.J.

Basics of Christianity: #8 – Beyond

 

 

So that’s it?  Jesus is dead.  End of story?

In the words of Jacob McCandles; “Not hardly.”

He is just getting started. Those last four posts were  a super-condensed version of the Gospels, Jesus’ human story.  Not one of the four Gospels end with Jesus in his tomb.

There are many recorded appearances of Jesus after his tomb was found empty. He appeared to a woman named Mary at his tomb, to two of his followers on the road to Emmaus, to at least twelve in Jerusalem, to at least eleven in the same house a week later, to seven at the Sea of Galilee…

Most believe that Jesus only appeared to a few people here and there, and only to his disciples.  Paul tells us though, in his first letter to the Corinthians that he appeared to over 500 people at once.  In that letter, Paul basically tells the Corinthians that if you don’t believe Jesus showed up alive–go ask the witnesses.  There are hundreds of them.

Risen?

What do you make of it? Do you think me a fool for believing it?  Or, could this be possible?  If miracles never happen, then no, this is 100% impossible.  But we have already determined that one way or another a universe-creating miracle happened. Either everything came from nothing, obviously miraculous.  Or, everything came from God, again miraculous.  And… life began!  Whether it is God’s doing or chance, either way it is an AWESOME miracle.  Describe it with a hundred superlatives but words still can’t convey the enormity of the feat.  This universe’s existence is a miracle.  There is no way around that fact.  Our existence is a miracle.

So, we should know that we cannot dismiss things as impossible simply because it is not what usually happens.  Usually, universes don’t come from nowhere, made from nothing.  Usually, life doesn’t spark from inanimate things.  No one can prove that Jesus actually rose from the dead, and no one can prove that he did not.  On their own, our brains cannot say for sure one way or another.

Luckily for us, we have another way to determine truth from fantasy. We need to ask ourselves something.  What are our hearts telling us?  What do we feel is true?  Push aside preconceptions.  When your head hits your pillow at night, what feels like the truth?  Do you have a gnawing in your gut as if you might have missed something? Do you feel like someone is trying to tell you something?  Because if the Bible is true, someone is.

If you believe this was all a hoax, ask yourself why.  Jesus remaining disciples ran in fear the night Jesus was arrested.  The Pharisees were on the hunt to snuff out anyone who would continue the “lie” that Jesus was God’s Son.  Yet, these scared disciples go on a crusade, not only risking their lives–but giving up their lives–to make a “god out of a man”?  All but one of the remaining disciples died violent deaths rather than stop proclaiming that supposed lie.  No.  These men believed it with all their hearts, and their willingness to die should tell us something.

2,000 years later, the Church started by God through these ordinary men who somehow tapped into extraordinary courage, lives. Through the centuries, all over the world, brilliant men and women, idiots, and millions in between have heard the Gospel and believed.

Most would suffer some degree of persecution.  They believed and would not let go of their belief despite losing friends and family, being insulted, laughed at, called fools. Millions, over two millennia lost their rights, their homes, and their property. Millions more have been beaten, imprisoned, tortured, and even executed.  The persecutions that Christians faced in the first three centuries alone were horrifying as Roman Emperor after Roman Emperor tried to extinguish the light of Christianity.  Tortures were invented specifically for Christians during those times.  Nero would have Christians coated with wax and pitch, hung by a hook under their chins and burned alive at night to light his gardens.

Even today, everything from simple insults to torturous executions, still happen to Christians.  In countries such as North Korea, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, and many others, letting it be known that you are a Christian could easily cost you your life.  You risk your life to speak of Jesus, just as his disciples did in the first century.  For many in those regions today, their earthly stories end in violent deaths just as they did for Jesus and his companions.  Sad but true, look it up.

Not that we need any more affirmation, but all these things shout to our hearts that what we believe is true, that God IS, that Jesus was and is the savior the shepherds and angels proclaimed him to be, and that no amount of persecution can stop the Good News from being proclaimed and spread as long as his children need to hear it.

Stay tuned.  A.J.

P.S.   I cheated.  Half of that was from my book.  Hope it rings true, because it is.

Shameless

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There are soooo many people out there who reject the Gospel as truth, not because it is too hard for them to believe, but because they are ashamed to admit to themselves that there is a God and that they have not lived a life that honors him. To those people I would say; The Bible is clear–everyone has dishonored God, even the most saintly of us. If you are locked up by shame, then you have missed the whole part about being God’s beloved child.

We need to stop thinking of ourselves as unworthy of Jesus’ sacrifice and focus on the fact that He, along with the Father, chose the cross because we are worth it to them, regardless of what we have done. God the Father treasures you and aches for you to come home. Jesus values you so much that he would go through hell on earth to bring you home, and if it was needed, he would do it again. And God’s own Spirit is longing to enter our hearts and show us how to be more than we ever believed we could be, for God’s glory, not our own.

He has amazing things to show us, but we can’t see it if we are hanging our heads in shame. He has places he wants to send us, but we can’t see the road if we are staring at our shoes.

We are treasured by the One True God. Let’s hold our heads up. One day without shame could lead to another…

A.J.

I said something like this in a recent post. I felt the need this morning to drive that point home.

Basics of Christianity: 7D – The Stumbling Block

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Here we are, at the crossroads.

People can skip along the seemingly happy path of Jesus’ life, tra-la-lalling along as he laughs with his disciples, feeds the masses, teaches the people of God’s love, heals the diseased, and calls out the hypocrites.  The sky is bluer than blue, the grass greener than green, the meandering stream is crystal clear, flowers are everywhere, and the birds are filling the valleys with song.  We skip even higher and faster as our smile widens to world-record dimensions, then… we fall flat on our face, loosening our teeth and smashing our nose.

Dazed, we start to swear, before we remember that Jesus is right there,  “What the hellll…p me up please Jesus,” we slur through smashed lips.  “Who put that big ugly block in the middle of our heavenly path?”

But, it is not a block that we stumbled over.  It is an instrument of torture and execution devised by the Roman Empire of ancient times.  It is a cross, and strangely, Jesus is not at all surprised to see it here–on his path.

The cross is what makes us stumble.  It is the fork in the road.  Do you doubt that?  I guarantee: people will click on this post and bail on it right here because I mentioned the cross.

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing.. 1Cor 1:18

It isn’t the virgin giving birth that people can’t believe.  That is nothing compared to creation itself.  It isn’t all the miracles–blind men seeing, paraplegics walking, dead men living.  That is all child’s play for the God who set the universe in motion.  Our reason for not believing that Jesus is who he claimed to be is not that we can’t believe in miracles, it is that we can’t accept the gruesome picture of Jesus on the cross, knowing it was our sin that put him there.  So we deny it.

I get it.  It is a hard thing to think about, even when you believe it is ultimately the best thing that could have happened, for you.

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The details are gruesome and I will skip them for the most part, but it won’t be tame.  The Gospels themselves skip the details, but then, the people of first-century Israel had seen these things before.

Pilate had Jesus flogged, or scourged, hoping it would satisfy the bloodlust of the Pharisees and their supporters in the unruly mob.  First-century Roman floggings were notoriously brutal, and often the recipient of these floggings did not survive.  Yet, despite the ghastly sight of a freshly scourged Jesus standing next to the Roman governor, and the very good chance that he would not survive without a miracle, the Pharisees would not relent.  They screamed at Pilate, “Crucify him!”

Jesus would not make a case for his life, and the crowd made Pilate nervous.  In Matthew, it says that an uproar was starting.  Finally, after repeatedly trying to get the Pharisees to back down, he surrendered Jesus to their will and ordered his soldiers to crucify Jesus.  So, after the soldiers, inconceivably, beat him yet again, they marched Jesus to a hill outside Jerusalem’s walls.  There, Jesus laid down on a cross and allowed himself to be nailed there, feet and hands.  The soldiers then wrestled the cross upright somehow and presumably dropped it into a well-used hole.

The wounds and pain of the scourging, the beatings, the crown of thorns mashed onto Jesus’ head, and the loss of blood all combined to weaken Jesus considerably before he ever made it to this bloody hill.  So, within a few hours he was near the end.  Still the Pharisees mocked him, trying to justify the unjustifiable.  Yet, Luke quotes Jesus as saying, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

Throughout Jesus’ earthly life he was connected to God the Father; they were one.  However, in his final moments, Jesus did not seem to feel the Father’s presence.  Matthew says he managed a loud voice to cry out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”  John, the only one of Jesus’ disciples who wasn’t hiding behind a bush somewhere, records Jesus as saying, “It is finished.”  Then he died.

I believe there is a perception out there that Jesus was, or is, weak.  Let me ask you this; What requires more strength; to endure horrible suffering to save those you love–or to crush your enemies, ending your own suffering while knowing it will cost your loved ones their lives?   Laying waste to your enemies–knowing you can’t lose, or sacrificing yourself to pay their debt.  Do you see great love as weakness?  A debt was owed, and Jesus stepped in to pay it.  A stronger thing was never done.

The Gospels are the beating heart of the entire Bible.  This is what it is all about.  It is not about a surly and vengeful God wanting to condemn us.  It is about a God who loves us so much that he would do anything to save us.  It is about Jesus loving us so much that no matter how badly he wanted out, he walked towards it all, fully knowing what was in store.

Stay tuned.  We are not done yet.   A.J.

 

 

 

Life is Serious. Right?

thPSBAH1T1I never used to take myself very seriously.  Life was all about fun for me.  I was all about playing sports, or watching sports, playing games, or making up games.  Then, of course, there was beer.

I was a funny guy who hung out in a funny crowd.  We would do just about anything for a laugh.  Sure, we had our serious moments, our hard times, but we got over them quickly, and got back to the serious business of having fun and drinking beer.

But, time changes everything.  Love and family came for most of my gang; responsibility.  We got serious.  We worked our jobs, paid our bills, and taught our children.  Most of us dealt with financial hardships, some of us had marital problems, addictions, illnesses, childrens’ illnesses or death.  Life wasn’t all beer and fun anymore.

Shed no tears for my pards and I, though.  We may be slow, but we are growing up.  I never thought I would say this about us; We are becoming mature adults.  But, becoming less of a goofball and more of a serious person doesn’t necessarily mean we take ourselves seriously.

My wife said something to me some years back, before I was ready to hear it.  She said that we would have to be the patriarchs of our family one day.  I guess that should be pretty obvious, but to a beer-loving, fun-loving, twenty-something guy — it was an eye-opener.  I was never more grateful for our parents and grandparents than I was on that day, because I was not ready.  I never thought of patriarchs as being just the oldest remaining person in the family.  In my mind, it always meant being a role model, the wisest, most trustworthy example of humility and grace that we could be. It meant leading the entire family, not just my little branch of it, through whatever tough times were in store for us.

Now, that revelation didn’t exactly set me on the path of wisdom and charity.  I got serious about being a better ballplayer long before I thought seriously about having a positive influence outside of my own little world.  I never forgot her words though.

I didn’t really believe in myself, in my ability to make a difference.  I thought that raising my kids right would be enough.  Someday, they might make a difference, meaning I made a difference, right?

Wrong!  I live in this world, meaning I meet people all the time who need a helping hand, or a kind word, or a meal, or a blanket.  Should I get my daughters to handle these things for me?  If my eyes see injustice, should I call my son to stand up for the oppressed?

I still don’t really believe in myself.  I don’t trust me.  I am, however, learning to trust the God who made me.  He is teaching me day-by-day that he can use me to make a difference in this world.  I don’t have to be the sharpest tool in God’s toolbox.  I just have to be available when he reaches for me, and in God’s hand there is no telling what He might build with me, or you.

We still have a lot of fun.  Knowing that life is serious doesn’t mean we should lose our smiles forever.  There is fun and games, love and laughter, tears and prayers in our home, and we are learning to take all of these things into the world with us.

As for being patriarchs in our family, my wife and I are both learning that the way to lead our family is by following the Real Patriarch.

A.J.