It is good to ask this question often: “Is this what God wants me to be doing right now?”
The questions “Do I have enough money?” and “Am I spending money wisely?” are two different questions which might have two different answers.
Okay, so let’s say you’ve been to your state fair quite a few times, and you’ve enjoyed it and heard people say good things about it, but you’d like to know how it stacks up to other state fairs, because you’ve only been to your own.
And you’re glad to see your own State Fair there, but you think, maybe this is just the opinion of few writers (or maybe just one.)
So you look at another, and another and you start to get interested, because you keep seeing the same few state fairs. And maybe you’d like evidence that your state’s is better than the one in the famous musical that says “Our state fair is a great state fair. Don’t miss it, don’t even be late!”
So, you start keeping track: which sites are in which sites list of Best State Fairs.
You find 15 lists. And, eschewing the click-bait, you end up with this chart (ordered by most listed to least listed – see full chart here.)
|New York Post||7||1||1||1||1||1||1|
|Family Vacation Critic||12||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1|
|Vacations Made Easy||20||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1|
|USA Today Ten Best||10||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1||1|
The first thing you’re happy to note is that your state fair is listed the most times, once more than the State Fair from Fame and Song.
You also note:
— 30 State Fairs are listed at least once.
— 11 are only listed only once.
— 7 are listed at least ten times.
— The single site that doesn’t list Minnesota is odd to the point of being disregardable! Delaware? Really? And two State Fairs are from Oklahoma? And honestly you wonder if they put Iowa there out of some kind of irrational reverence to Rodgers and Hammerstein.
As you compile all of the data, you note, with some dismay, that one of the list that doesn’t choose Iowa has a link that no longer works, but you hope that anyone analyzing the data will believe you that the link really did work at one point. You know, since you’ve gone through all this effort.
In any case, you’re pleased that your hope that yours is in fact the best state fair was not unfounded. And you look forward to the next time you can enjoy cheese curds, talent shows and trolley rides there again.
Authors, it’s your job to make me want to read what you’re writing.
Earlier this week, Pastor John posted an article – A Beginner’s Guide to Free Will which I think is very helpful. The second half of this article should be read by anyone before they get into a discussion or argument about Free Will.
In it, he gives three definitions of Free Will, one of which he thinks exists for all people, one of which exists only for Christians, and one of which he thinks does not exist for anyone.
If you talk to someone about Free Will, you should have mutual agreement about which type you’re talking about.
Just like if you’re ever talking to someone about Luck, you should agree about which type you’re talking about.
You can praise God without using the word ‘Praise’.
You should really take a walk on this lovely summer day.
The next time you feel a person (or group of people) is being unreasonable, think about this: Is it possible that you’re not really considering the issue from their point of view?
How To Visualize Your Prediction of How The General Election Will Affect Our Country’s Future
[As the reader, please just stipulate for the sake of this post that I am excellent at creating visual graphics.]
In this essay I will be presenting of a visualization of what I think about the presidential election and how it will affect America. Also how Donald Trump is different. I’m asking you to consider whether or not you agree. I think it’s likely that you will, assuming you’re a normal, well-adjusted voter.
Here we go.
Like most people, I’m a bit disillusioned about the political process. Generally speaking, I don’t hold out a lot of hope that any president will make that big of a difference in the grand scheme of the course of the nation.
So, for example, as a voter who generally chooses Republicans on my ballots, I do so with the hope that the Republican will win and the expectation that if he does, things will get better. But, and this is important, not necessarily a lot better.
So as you might imagine, like most sane conservatives, I was looking forward to Ted Cruz (or, you know, Rubio, or Kashich) getting the GOP nomination, and then the presidency. And assuming this happened, this is how I had pictured that future, probabilistically speaking.
Looking at the picture you’ll see that I, like all humans, don’t know the future, and I can only make guesses. Perhaps Cruz would have been amazing and great strides of progress would have happened in the U.S. of A. Or perhaps he would have done poorly and things would have gotten worse. But I was laying odds that things would get better – probably slightly to moderately better.
But it looks like that isn’t going to happen now; Cruz is out of the picture and perhaps we’ll have Hillary Clinton as our next Commander In Chief. Here’s my guess as to how that might work out.
So you can see that I had similar uncertainty, but I was expecting things to get moderately, or at least minimally worse in our great land.
Nota bene, if you primarily vote Democrat, you could just switch the colors (blue to red and red to blue) and the names and they would be pretty close to what you think.*
I mean, right? Wouldn’t you agree? I’m guessing yes – looking into the next four years, the normal, slightly cynical voters picture something like these pictures. And not just for this election, but as they picture the country with every presidential candidate since they’ve been old enough to vote. Every four years.
But … Trump. What do we do with Trump? What do we think will happen with Trump as our president?
How about this?
Yes, the outlook is different. It’s not going to be a little better or a little worse. The results are going to be more extreme. Much more extreme. There are a couple issues that are important to me that I agree with him on (at least as he states it now) and if he stands by those long-held convictions**, things might be golden. But I fear it’s much more likely that earth shattering, ground shaking insanity might emanate from a Trump White House and spring forth from sea to shining sea. (Yes, if you’re wondering, I did choose the color by taking a pixel sample of his hair)
What will happen? In 2018, will we be looking back fondly at the days of legislative gridlock? Will small and midsized nations be attacking us out of principle? Will comedians stop making jokes because the situation is simply not funny anymore? Will Donald ‘build a wall’ around our country’s heart so thick that we can’t be hurt by anyone, even those who love us most, and make Megyn Kelly pay for it?***
The question – Who knows what our status will be after four years of Trump? And sir, the answer: No one – least of all Trump, I fear. Thus I visualize the odds going off the chart towards the bad. But like I say, I’m not God. I don’t know the future.
Time will tell, my friends. Only time will tell.
* And yes, I did just google, “What does ‘nota bene’ mean?”
** Scare italics.
[So regarding guessing your thoughts about these matters, how’d I do? Was I close?]
Headline from local paper this week: “Lyme disease on the uptick in Minnesota”.
I’m imagining the editor thinking, “See what I did there?”
Yep. We see it.
If you want to help your friend in his twenties, say something nice about him in front of the girl he likes.
If you want to help your friend in his forties, say something nice about him in front of his teenager.
1. If you don’t interact with people on Facebook, you’re not really on Facebook.
2. It’s okay to not be on Facebook.
Right now is a good time to ask yourself – would you rather be very rich and talented or happy and at peace?
A couple summers ago, our church heard a sermon from a guest speaker, Andy Naselli, a pastor and a professor at Bethlehem Seminary. He spoke on the topic of the conscience and what the Bible has to say about it. I admit, I was surprised that the Bible had anything to say about the conscience and found the sermon helpful, enlightening and intriguing.
This week, Andy released a book on this subject (with co-author J.D. Crowley) and, given the importance of this topic, I now find myself surprised that no one has written a book like this before. Why not?
It comes down to this: In any given Christian church, any given Christian family, or any given pair of Christian people, individuals find themselves regularly differing on what is right and wrong on any number of topics.
If you think of anyone you know – no matter how close your worldview and theology is to that person’s – I’m guessing you can easily think of an ethical matter where you disagree.
Ethical matters such as –
What kind of secular music should you listen to, if any?
How much alcohol should you drink?
How should you spend your money?
How much time should you spend on Facebook? Should you work on a Sunday? Which words are swear words that no Christian should ever utter? And on and on and on. And many of them regarding subjects that the Bible doesn’t directly touch on.
You listen to your conscience about how to decide what is wrong. Your Christian brother or sister listens to their conscience. Your consciences are certain to disagree at time. Sometimes we can live and let live with that disagreement between each other. But sometimes those disagreements cause conflict. And anger. And division. In your church and family.
Wouldn’t you like to know what the Bible has to say about how to handle those disagreements? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a resource which includes a full survey of all the Bible has to say about the conscience?
You can. Read the book!
Here are some other topics addressed in this important and necessary book:
• How should you interact with your own conscience?
• How is interacting with other cultures, especially when bringing the gospel to these cultures, affected by cultural differences in consciences?
• How are unbelievers affected by their consciences and how should you interact with them?
• What does Paul mean by “strong” and “weak” Christians and how should they relate with each other?
• What does it mean for a conscience to be seared, or clear, or defiled, or perfected, or purified or missing?
I encourage you to get a copy, read it and use it in pursuit of God’s glory and the good of others.
By the way, with the Facebook question, the correct answer is ‘no more than 11.75 minutes a day.’
As I’ve been communicating with people about Luck, as a result of conversations I’ve had about my three previous posts, no fewer than four people have mentioned the Vern Poythress book Chance and the Sovereignty of God.
So by the time I’d put up the third post, I’d read the first 100+ pages (I’ve since read more), and I’ll say this – It’s a Biblical, smart, helpful, informative and necessary book that I almost completely agree with.
I’ll also point out this: Mr. Poythress believes in chance. I should qualify- In the beginning of chapter nine he shows the two definitions of chance from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary:
1 a : something that happens unpredictably without discernible human intention or observable cause b : the assumed impersonal purposeless determiner of unaccountable happenings : luck.
He confirms his belief in the first definition: “The examples that we have previously discussed, from the Bible and from modern life, conform to this description”
But he rejects the second: “This definition includes the assumption that some events are “impersonal” and “purposeless” in an absolute sense. In other words, the definition implies that God is not involved and that he is not in control. Chance in this sense does not exist.” He later calls this Chance with a capital ‘C’.
I agree with all this. Indeed, I tried (and apparently failed) to make this clear in my previous posts.
But then he says something that I think is overly broad – “There is no such thing as luck.”
He doesn’t explain this statement or give any defense of it.* But he says this, I think, because he assumes, wrongly, that the meaning of luck associated with Capital C Chance is the only kind of luck and that it’s the only way that people refer to luck.
It’s regrettable that he didn’t look at the first definition of luck in that same dictionary, which is “the things that happen to a person because of chance : the accidental way things happen without being planned”.
This is luck associated with the first definition of chance – the one he agrees with. And I think this is what people mean when they say they were lucky. I would encourage anyone to check this out the next time they hear someone say they were lucky.
Specifically, ask them “By lucky, do you mean an assumed impersonal purposeless determiner of unaccountable happenings caused you the fortunate thing to happen, or do you refer to the accidental way things happened without being planned?”
I’m pretty sure they’ll more readily agree to the latter.
It comes down to this – as I said in my last luck post, you shouldn’t use Luck as a predictor or something you can manipulate. But if by luck, you mean the way lower-case-C chance (which Dr. Poythress says is a biblically reasonable concept) plays out in a person’s life, then you’re fine.
* Although later in Chapter 14, he discusses the misuse of luck and chance by means of gambling, superstition, and good luck charms. Again, I agree with his premise that these practices are foolish and often sinful.
Four short stories illustrating the checks the New Testament puts into place to prevent a slippery slope.
Story Number 1
A Christian in the young church in Corinth has finally been able to convince his friend, Jonas, to come to a church meeting. The friend has been expressing dissatisfaction with the Roman gods and temples. They arrive and find out that a letter has been sent to their church by the Apostle Paul, a founder of the church, and a portion of it will be read aloud. Jonas is very interested to see what this leader has to say. He’s listening and finding the expressed theology to be very intriguing and compelling, especially as the content turns to sexual purity and marriage.
He hears –
“For the wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does.”
And he thinks, “Yes, very good. That’s as it should be. Theonica will hear this message when I get home to her. She’ll have to -”
But then he hears the reader say –
“Likewise the husband does not have authority over his own body, but the wife does.”
Jonas does not explain himself to his friend as he stands up and quickly excuses himself, even as the reader continues to finish the passage. It should be obvious. By Jove, my body is not my wife’s! That’s ridiculous. She is merely a woman, after all.
He didn’t go back.
Evelyn, a twenty-year old woman greets her friend Ruth at the door and invites the older woman into the small bedroom in the community home she lives in. It is a religious community, where it is Evelyn’s work to do laundry ten hours a day, six days a week. The older man who leads their sect demands obedience and subservience, but Evelyn states with a weak smile that she is happy. Ruth notices a blue crescent moon tattooed on Evelyn’s wrist and the young woman covers it up quickly with her sleeve.
They speak at length, sitting on Evelyn’s bed, but Ruth mostly listens and asks questions. After some time, Ruth finally pulls out a writing and says, “My brother Timothy, who is a pastor, received this letter from a wise church-planter named Paul a few days ago. He has let me read it and I asked him if I could bring it and read a small part of it to you. Would that be okay?”
The younger woman nods hesitantly and then listens as Ruth reads –
But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people. For among them are those who creep into households and capture weak women, burdened with sins and led astray by various passions, always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth.
A few minutes later, with Ruth’s help, Evelyn started packing.
The Jewish basket weaver has a surprisingly good sitting place to hear the new teacher as he preaches about the Kingdom of God from the top of a hill, but his heart is closed. He doesn’t want to hear about the meek and merciful, and he’s not interested in how great his sin is.
And then he hears –
“But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart,”
– and he thinks, “That is nonsense. I have not committed adultery! One of two things are true – either God is fine with me looking on the form of a woman to my own pleasure, assuming I don’t touch her, or the woman should cover herself so that her form is not visible. If it is right there in front of me, God will not hold me responsible when I look, no matter what my thoughts are. A just God will hold her, and her alone, responsible for the thoughts her body provokes.”
He slipped down the hill and away from the foolish rabbi.
The man holds in his hands a scroll copied from a letter from one of the Son of God’s own disciples. It is an honor for him, new to the church and the faith, to be able to take these writings home and read it in the days between Sabbaths. So he is reading. The words move and motivate him. And then he reads –
Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since they are heirs with you of the grace of life, so that your prayers may not be hindered.
And he stops reading. He feels a stabbing in his soul. He puts his face in his hand and he weeps.
Yesterday he hit his wife. She had something insufficiently honoring to him and he had put his hand across her face. It was his right as Husband.
Today he hasn’t had the courage to look at her fully, but he is afraid there’s a bruise on her cheek. He feels the weight of his error.
He steps into the other room and finds her, the one he loves, and she sees that he has been crying. He repents before her and God and states (truthfully) that he will never touch her violently again. They cry together. She forgives him. God forgives him.
He took her hand and together they went back and found the scroll and continued reading it together.
Egalitarian or Skeptic, do not fear that following the New Testament’s teaching about the differences between men and women will lead to the mistreatment of women. God has seen to it that this won’t happen for the one who is truly seeking His Word to know His Will.
Young man, old man and husband, God has written for us how we are to treat women in and before Marriage, which is an ancient picture of our relationship with God. If we defy His Will in these matters, we defy His Gospel.
If you’re trying to stop a tank, using a weapon that only dents the outside won’t work against the machine or those it’s carrying. A man wielding a BB gun might chip the paint or put a ding in the metal, but the guys inside the tank will only care if you blow a hole in it or stop it from functioning.
God’s transcendence, glory, eminence and worth is, like His Gospel, so diverse and expansive that no human can focus on more than a very little of it at once. So it is like a buffet – you must choose what you are going to think about, dwell on, consider, be thankful for. You can’t eat it all.
“Esther, wake up! You must hear what I have to tell you!”
She woke to the sight of her anxious friend Rebekah and the full memory of her brother’s status.
And she quickly saw that Rebekah had bad news. “What is it?”
“They are crucifying Silas!”
Five minutes later, having dressed quickly, Esther was running, running towards the place of the Skull. She feared what she was about to see more than anything she had feared in her life. But she had to be there. She had to see him. She had to … she couldn’t let him be alone.
She knew it was going to be horrific and it was. Even from a distance, she could see the blood and the torn flesh and she could hear strong men screaming. And then she could tell that one of the voices was Silas. Screaming words of pain and anger and cursing. And then, just as she was nearing, she could see Silas looking with recognition at the crucified man on the middle cross and … laughing? A hollow, horrid, false laugh.
“You’re … you’re the teacher”, Silas said, laughing again in between gasps, laughing without smiling, “the new Rabbi that travels about,”
With shock, Esther saw that it was true. Under the blood and bruises, it was the teacher. It was Jesus. How could …. How? Why would they crucify Jesus?
Silas wasn’t done. “You tell happy stories about Yahweh and His Kingdom!”
She could see that Silas couldn’t say very many words without having to stop to push himself up to catch his breath. And she could see that he wasn’t done. “Silas, don’t”, she whispered.
“Stories about the Kingdom of the LORD … He’s our loving father!”
It was obvious that it hurt for him to talk, why did he keep going with this hate?
He was yelling now. “What do you know, Teacher? … What do you know about this kingdom?”
Another gasp, another painful breath, and he continued. “I see you know nothing! You pretend to be one with God and you end up on a cross! With me!”
And then he coughed and hatefully laughed and twisted and screamed. “You know nothing! This is the way of all things!”
The teacher looked at him. Silas looked away, saw Esther, looked away and screamed again. Esther cried for a long time.
And then she heard a voice, a calm voice. A voice that was in pain: Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
Esther looked up at Jesus. He was looking down at the men who had done this to him. The Romans soldiers looked stunned and slightly shaken. The Jewish leaders looked angry and full of spite.
One of them yelled, “If you are the chosen one, the Christ of the God you pray to, save yourself, as they say you’ve saved others!”
Esther watched as Silas looked at the leaders, and then back to Jesus. And he stared long at Jesus, with eyes that seemed determined to comprehend.
Soon the Jewish leaders were leaving, and as they walked passed Esther, one of them spoke bitterly, “He says it’s us who needs forgiveness!”
After they’d passed, Esther looked up and saw her brother still staring at Jesus. What had happened? The hate and anger in his eyes were gone. Now there was just grief and pain. And … shame.
A few moments later, Esther saw that one of the priests had lingered. He was standing a few feet behind her, lurking, unsure of himself. He too was staring at Jesus. He wasn’t gloating or angry, like the other leaders. He seemed confused, frightened and sad.
Minutes passed. The men on the cross gasped, groaned and bled. They were dying. Esther could see there was not much strength left in her brother.
Sometime later the third crucified man, the one on the other side of Jesus, grimly and weakly spat out, “If you’re the Savior, … do us a favor. Do like the priest said. Save yourself … and us!”
Esther could see that this man was no believer. His words were spiteful, aimed to wound. She was surprised that he would utter such foulness.
But she was stunned by the next words she heard: “Are you seeking God’s wrath? You and I both know that this man hasn’t done anything to deserve to be here. But we have. It is right that we are here. Not so this man.”
It was her brother. She couldn’t have hoped for a stronger confession. She put her face in her hands and slumped to the ground as he stopped talking and gasped and vomited and wept. The priest who had been standing behind her, stepped next to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
And then her brother said something truly ridiculous: “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom?”
Was he insane? Jesus is just. How could Silas think he could deserve that? How could he dare to make such a request.
And then Jesus said to him, “Amen, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.”
And now it was the priest who gasped, took his hand off Esther and dropped to the ground next to her. He was reeling with one hand on the ground, whispering, “How …. How could that be? How can he say that?” But Esther could see that there was no doubt in this man. She guessed that he believed Jesus, he just couldn’t comprehend the words he’d just heard the teacher say.
And then Esther looked up from the priest to her brother and saw a sight that made her gasp with delight. Silas was smiling. A true, relieved smile of peace on her brother’s face even as he gasped for air.
“Amen,” Silas whispered. Esther looked at Jesus with thankfulness.
Silas’ smile was still there when he stopped breathing a few minutes later.
And as Esther walked away and down the hill with the priest who was whispering praises to Yahweh, she experienced hope again. Perfect, Gospel-driven Hope.
The man in this story gets just a few verses about him in the gospels. I thought I’d propose a version and a filling out of his story from the perspective of someone who loved him. Neither Silas nor Esther are the well-known Biblical characters.
The Thief’s Sister – by Scott Jamison
“Silas… Silas! What can be done? There must be something we can do!”
“Sorry, Esther,” replied Silas, and she could see the fear in her brother’s eyes, despite his false brave sobriety, “I’m pretty sure that there is nothing to be done. I’m cursed by this cursed city and it will kill me.”
He was lying on his back on the wood slab in obvious discomfort, opposite the bars she was staring through. He looked horrible.
“Someone made you do this. Someone tricked you into stealing from those poor people on the road.”
“No, Esther, it was my idea. It’s been my idea these three years. And he wasn’t poor. Do you think I’d be so foolish to try to rob a pauper?”
Esther had feared this, of course. For years she had seen his cruelty growing, his lack of love, his worship of earthly things. Each time she’d found ways to explain it to herself, but her heart told her quietly that there was no use – Silas’ heart was black and getting blacker.
And now there was legal proof of its darkness. Not a half hour earlier, the guard had grimly described Silas’ most recent victim. The man had lived, she thanked the LORD for that – at least Silas wasn’t a murderer, but … apparently the victim was now half blind. And perhaps he would always need a cane. Silas had beaten him, he’d beaten him for his money, and so the guard had enthusiastically beaten Silas. The guard had told her this with words that were neither proud nor ashamed.
Esther looked away from her brother. It was impossible to fathom: She couldn’t call the Roman guard unjust for beating her brother, but she could call her brother wicked for beating the man he stole from.
As she looked back at him, she saw that he was staring at her, still grim, and she guessed that he had a good idea what she was thinking.
“No, Esther, the man I took from, the man I damaged – he was rich! He was a tax collector. He still is a tax collector. And they don’t need the use of both eyes to take what doesn’t belong to them. He’ll be well enough!”
Now he was yelling. Yelling past her so that others would hear: He was unrepentant. He was defiant.
“So, no, sister, I wasn’t tricked into doing these deeds. And it can’t be that big of a surprise for you. I haven’t laid a hand on you, but you’ve seen what I’ve done with Jeremiah.”
Yes, she had. Their younger brother had more than once cried out for mercy that Silas rarely had given him. Jeremiah wanted nothing more to do with Silas.
“I’m going to die, Esther. It’s your lot to live with that. You should go. The city has deemed that I must be punished. That is the way of it. Amen.”
Amen? She looked at him, so angry and … sullen. When he was young he used to smile. It had been ages since she’d seen him smile.
She left him. She cried as she left the cell, the prison and the city.
As she walked towards her home, she passed the spot on the road where, she’d been told, Silas’ last crime had taken place. It … what did it remind her of? Something good. Something pleasant. Ah, yes, she thought, and she smiled and then winced as she remembered more deeply.
A victim lying on the side of the road, a result of highway robbery. It was just like the story she’d heard the new teacher tell the children. A man was beaten and left for dead, and the church leaders had ignored him, and the stranger had saved him. But in the real life story, she realized with horrified shame, her brother wasn’t the Good Samaritan or the victim. He wasn’t even the unloving Pharisees. No, he was the violent and greedy robber.
He was the villain of the story.
There was no hope. She would lose him. His mind was dark and evil, she loved him and she was going to lose him forever into darkness.
Just recently, she had felt hope. She’d learned about hope as she’d listened to the teachings of this Jesus as he preached near their family’s village. She’d seen him do miracles. She’d heard good news from him.
If …. no, it was impossible. But – her mind pressed on into the impossible possibility – if she could find a way for Silas to hear the teacher… maybe he would … turn from his sin? See the path to a better way? Repent and find hope?
Tomorrow she would search for the teacher. She continued home. Some rest and then she’d look for him and find him.
“Esther, wake up! You must hear what I have to tell you!”
She woke to the sight of her anxious friend Rebekah and the full memory of her brother’s status.
And she quickly saw that Rebekah had bad news. “What is it?”
“They are crucifying Silas!”
Five minutes later, having dressed quickly, Esther was running, running towards the Place of the Skull.
I assume you’ve guessed who Silas is. Or at least you’ve narrowed it down to two.
Please go read the conclusion of the story.