Thursday, December 3, 2009

Self-indulgence

Pastor Mark Beeson posted the following on his blog. It is, I think, well-written and thought provoking. What do you think?

"Have you seen the news?

We’re suffering the consequences of misguided inquiry.

When we ask the wrong question we’re not likely to receive the right answer, and the longer we allow the wrong questions to go un-checked and un-challenged the more we’ll suffer the bad behavior that accompanies our delusion.

If you are baffled and confused, wondering how anyone could encroach on the White House implying, “No one tried to stop us,” then welcome to reality. It’s a new day in America, where all our transgressions are everyone else’s fault. Even if the most obvious example of bad behavior predicated on wrong-headed thinking is given by a potential cast member for reality TV’s, “The Real Housewives of D.C.,” and even if it's derived from folks escorted out of a Congressional Black Caucus Foundation Awards dinner two months earlier (caught sitting at a table paid for by other donors), we’re still surprised. Why?

Why the shock? Why the outrage? What did we expect?

Why would someone act this way? It’s simple; they’re asking the wrong question. Instead of asking, “Am I supposed to be there?” They’re asking, “Can I sneak in there without being stopped?”

America is now buzzing about this bad behavior in Washington DC. Why? The behavior is so common we’re accustomed to it. We indulge it in our own lives. We expect it from our neighbors. And why wouldn’t we assume it'd show up in DC? As long as we ask the wrong questions, we’ll suffer the same predictably poor consequences.

Consider the little boy who’s asked why he took a pen from a nearby desk. His response? “I didn’t know who it belonged to, so I just took it.” He’s posed the wrong question. Instead of wondering who the pen belonged to, he should’ve been asking, “Is this my pen?” If not, he had no business taking it. Though he wasn’t sure who owned the pen, he knew it wasn’t his.

Think about the defense of a trespassing man looking for mushrooms in the neighbor’s woods. “I wasn’t sure whose land it was, but since I didn’t see any 'No Trespassing' signs I figured I’d check it out.” Wrong premise. Instead of being mildly curious about whose land it was, he should’ve asked, “Is this my land?” If not, he should’ve stayed out. Maybe he didn’t know who it belonged to, but he knew it wasn’t his.

Robert Gibbs said this about the bad behavior derived from a false premise, "If you didn't get invited, which they didn't, you shouldn't be here at an event." That only makes sense when asking the right question, "Did I get invited?"

As long as we live with the entitlement mindset - what’s mine is mine and what what’s yours is mine - we’ll suffer the boorish behavior of selfish indulgence and arrogant assumption. People without conviction about personal responsibility and personal property will always trespass on other’s property, steal other’s possessions and threaten the security and sanctity of personal space. These people aren’t safe people, and if that’s us, then we aren’t safe people either.

Until we choose to walk in the Way of Christ, we should expect little else.

We may be tempted to sneak in and sit in the best seat, but when we steal what's not ours we set ourselves up for disappointment. We regularly wonder what bad behavior we can get away with. The problem is a common one, but what’s become so common around us (and in us) is what’s called, “the way of the world,” and we’re in it - until we follow Him and His Way out of it.

Luke 14:7-14
Jesus went on to tell a story to the guests around the table. Noticing how each had tried to elbow into the place of honor, he said, "When someone invites you to dinner, don't take the place of honor. Somebody more important than you might have been invited by the host.
Then he'll come and call out in front of everybody, 'You're in the wrong place. The place of honor belongs to this man.' Red-faced, you'll have to make your way to the very last table, the only place left.

When you're invited to dinner, go and sit at the last place. Then when the host comes he may very well say, 'Friend, come up to the front.' That will give the dinner guests something to talk about! What I'm saying is, If you walk around with your nose in the air, you're going to end up flat on your face. But if you're content to be simply yourself, you will become more than yourself."

Then he turned to the host. "The next time you put on a dinner, don't just invite your friends and family and rich neighbors, the kind of people who will return the favor. Invite some people who never get invited out, the misfits from the wrong side of the tracks. You'll be—and experience—a blessing. They won't be able to return the favor, but the favor will be returned—oh, how it will be returned!—at the resurrection of God's people.""

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I am thankful....

I am thankful...

During Kay's illness, she always seemed to be in the hospital on Thanksgiving Day. Three years ago she was receiving internal radiation. She was in an isolation, lead lined room and I was not allowed to get closer to her than the lead shields around the bed. She was supposed to spend the holiday in isolation but they released her from UCI Medical Center on Thanksgiving Day and I went to pick her up. The radiation and chemo made her so ill that she wasn't able to stand the smell of the Thanksgiving meal and had to leave the table and go to bed, away from the smells of the feast and away from the family. Two years ago, Kay had a blood infection from the deteriation of her portacath. She was in ICU at Corona the week before Thanksgiving and had just been transferred to another room on Thanksgiving Day. Tim and Krista, David and I had a Thanksgiving Day brunch at Coco's.

Last year, she spent Thanksgiving Day at home although I still did all the cooking for the meal. We even did the early morning Black Friday shopping rush at Walmart but she was still very weak and the shopping exhausted her for the rest of the day.

This year, she's baking pumpkin pies, making Christmas cookies and cleaning out little used drawers and cupboards during her vacation from her teaching job at Lee Pollard. And as I write this post, she is at Target getting a jump on Black Friday because she's already checked out the ads online.

So I am thankful. Very thankful. You've come along way, honey.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Countdown to Gratitude

Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.
(anonymous)

I'm thankful for...

In tough times, it can sometimes be tempting to find very few blessings to be thankful for. In Catechism yesterday, during a lull, we were talking about Thanksgiving Day. So I asked the kids if they know how the 4th Thursday in November got to be Thanksgiving Day. Predictable answers: Martin Luther decided it (nope); the Pilgrims did it (nope). Actually, Thanksgiving Day was set by a presidential proclamation by Abraham Lincoln during the dark and terrible days of the Civil War -- the war that killed more Americans than any other since both sides were Americans.

Strange to think that our day of Thanksgiving actually got its start at a time when it seemed like there were few blessings to be thankful for.

So let me start out with some things I am thankful for at this moment. I'll be adding more along the way. No particular order of importance or priority.

I am thankful for some wonderful people of God at Crown of Life. For example, we have been using some pretty scrawny looking short, Charlie Brown's Christmas kind of trees in church for a few years. This week to beautiful nine footers, pre-lit and hinged arrived. Courtesy of two COL families.

What is on your "I'm thankful for" list right now?

Monday, November 9, 2009

A thought provoking one liner

In church life, the people that are rocking the boat are hardly ever the ones rowing it.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

The Day I Went to Church

I came across this at Tim Challies' blog. Interesting perspective from someone who isn't well acquainted with church.

The Day I Went to Church

"I was desperate; maybe religion would help. My wife had just been given three months to live, and so I decided to go to church.

I admit I was a bit reluctant. I had no idea what to expect, and didn't know anyone who went there. I thought a couple of Scotches would steady my nerves, but realized everyone would smell it on me. I decided to take courage in both hands and just front up.

Firstly, there was the problem of what to wear—dressy or casual? I found a clean shirt, and settled for jeans and jacket.

I made it to the building on the corner without knowing quite what to expect.

As I came through the door I was given a “Hullo” and three books. I said “Thanks”, without knowing what they were for.

A couple of strangers said “G'day” before I found a seat.

The organ sounded mournful—reminded me of a mate's funeral a few years ago.

People were chatting around me, but there was no swearing or dirty jokes—at least, not where I was. About five minutes later, this bloke came in dressed in something like a woman's nightie. Nobody seemed to think it was strange. I wondered whether he was queer, but I found out he's the minister.

He announced, “No. 361” and everyone stood up to sing the song. By the time I worked out which book it was in, and found No. 361, they were nearly finished. We all sat down again. (Very embarrassing if you are the last one still standing!)

We were told to find page 39 to start the service. I couldn't figure out which book. It was getting me down. I felt foolish.

When he started to read, the language seemed different somehow. It wasn't bad language, or everyday language. You just heard words you didn't hear the rest of the week. He seemed to be talking to God.

Every so often he stopped, and a few people said, “Amen.” Wasn't sure why. (For that matter, wasn't sure why the others didn't!)

“Psalm 110, Page 439”, he said. More fumbling around.

When the Bible reading came on, people around me got out their Bibles. Then he said: “Obadiah Chapter 2”. What's that? There seemed to be a mild panic. He was half-finished before everyone had found the place. Some of them didn't try.

Perhaps the worst part was the singing. Most of the women handled it all right. But Aussie men are not great singers. At any rate, I could hide in the crowd and leave it to the others. When I looked at the people around me they looked as though they were suffering more than singing. Their expressions were strained, and they didn't seem to know the tune. I wouldn't question their sincerity, but they didn't sound very convincing. Maybe the pace didn't help. I got the impression that the organist wanted to get it over as quickly as possible. I began to wonder why the singing was so soft. Then I thought to myself: Who's got enough puff to keep up with a racing organ?

It was a bit awkward when we came to what was called “the Creed”, and then “the Grace”. This little kid alongside me knew them off by heart. I decided to blow my nose—twice.

Then another song, and someone said: “Collection”.

A moment of terror as everyone reached for their pockets. In my hurry to leave home, I hadn't grabbed any change. I had to make a snap decision. Do I put in the $50 note—the only dough I've got with me—or look straight ahead and just pass the bag to the fella beside me? I looked straight ahead. (Even a night at the pictures with the family doesn't cost that much.)

Then this bloke got up to preach. I didn't know they still did that kind of thing! It was a kind of a cross between a lecture and a pep talk. Okay, I suppose, if you like that kind of thing. I couldn't get my eyes off the rig-out. When he waved his arms he looked like a hang-glider. He seemed to be pretty serious about it though.

Then the other fella got up and told us to talk over a cup of tea. They all seemed to know one another. I decided not to interrupt them. One or two waved to me as I left.

Interesting experience. Not what I expected, but then I really didn't know what to expect. I survived okay. Don't know how the fellas at work would go."

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Joint Reformation Service

Crown of Life hosted the Mountain View Circuit Joint Reformation Service on Sunday afternoon. What a wonderful service. Pastor Mike Foley gave a very good sermon. A few things stand out in my mind like his reference to the "very Lutheran sin" of ignoring the law because we know the gospel is coming in part two. The Crown of Life worship band was excellent. Tim chose to use mostly hymns for the service but done in a definitely contemporary style. The congregation singing of "A Mighty Fortress" was spine chilling. The hand bell choir from Cal Lutheran played and were great. Although, I have to say, that Mr. Aguilar, either chooses music that is much shorter than that chosen by Pastor Bork in years past or else just ignores the repeats. From experience, we had planned for each bell song to be about 10 minutes long and they were maybe three or four minutes long. There was a joint church choir. What fun to sing in it. We also celebrated Holy Communion, receiving Jesus' body and blood and forgiveness, proclaiming his death and our unity of faith.

We had about 260 people in attendance. The main room was full and we had people sitting on the patio and joining the service through opened doors. We probably fed 200 people at the fellowship meal -- chili and cornbread plus desert which the ladies of COL planned and carried off; extremely well, I might add.

It was a wonderful evening. Thanks to all who attended and to those who didn't , you missed a chance to be fed with Word and Sacrament and to lift your voice in praise to God. I am sorry that you weren't there.

Thanks to everyone who worked to put the service together: to Tim who put in the extra work and added a third service prep to his busy Sunday, to the band, the singers in the choir, techs, ushers, greeters, parking lot attendants, nursery workers, set up and take down crew and the ladies (and men) who brought food and drink for the meal. Good job. Well done.