Author: Tim

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It’s Not a BAD Addiction, But it’s Still an Addiction

Every generation of college students has something that, looking back, tops the list of “Things We Wasted Time On.” For the guys of my era, the number one thing would probably be playing “Goldeneye.”

Goldeneye, for those who aren’t familiar, was a video game based on the James Bond movie of the same name. By today’s standards, the game is archaic and unrealistic, but back then it was pretty cutting edge and exciting (“It’s in 3D, man!”). It used the N64 gaming console, which enabled 3D motion rather than the Super Mario-era 2D setup, along with a first-person point of view. While the missions themselves were cool and followed scenes from the movie, the REALLY popular thing about the game was the multiplayer mode. You could have up to four players join in an every-man-for-himself battle royale where you could pick the setting, the weapons, and the limits. For whatever reason, this video game was cool enough for us to waste the better part of entire days.

There were a whole bunch of us who were into the game, but only one guy, Tom, owned it. We consistently packed into his dorm room. The two guys who lived there arranged their room to somehow squeeze a loveseat in the middle so they could accommodate players more comfortably. Tom had a huge TV (pre-flat screen, so it was huge in all three dimensions), the N64 console, and a whole bunch of the N64’s weird controllers. There were constantly multiplayer battles and tournaments going on in that room. I don’t know how the guys who lived there got any classwork or studying done. When both guys were at class or gone for the weekend and their room was locked, people would actually break into their room to play Goldeneye.

For awhile there, this game took over our lives. It’s all we could think about doing in our spare time. Sometimes classes got in the way of our Goldeneye time, so they had to be skipped. (You’ve got to have your priorities straight, right?) The TV was on in that room for pretty much the entire weekend, every weekend. Diet and hygiene suffered, and I imagine grades did, too.

Eventually the guys living in the room figured out they had to impose some restrictions on things if they were going to maintain their sanity. “Office hours” were imposed, but those quickly got violated and the boundary lines got blurred. Then Tom secured the game cartridge in his locked drawer, but he either wanted to play single player or someone always managed to talk him into taking it back out. What eventually worked was the two guys taking the “submarine missile launch protocol” approach. They took separate key components (like the cartridge and the console’s power cord) and locked them in their respective drawers. That way, both guys had to consent to playing before they got everything back out and anyone was able to play again.

Can you imagine being so hooked on something that you can’t cope with the idea of going a day or two without it? Maybe you know exactly what this is like. Maybe you’re struggling with cutting back on or cutting off something you know you need to get away from. You’ve maybe even given it a try, but found it’s too difficult to escape its orbit for very long.

As much as you don’t want to hear it, your fastest way to make progress is probably to ask for some help with your struggle. Someone else is able to see things you can’t, be strong when you’re not, and provide a helpful, steady hand when your resolve is all over the place. Remove yourself from the areas of temptation you’re struggling with, and intentionally impose obstacles that will make it more difficult to misuse the thing you’re thinking about.

(By the way, toward the end of college as we all explored different interests and moved out of the dorms, the Goldeneye craze died out. Sometime before we all graduated I went to Tom and offered to buy it from him. He sold me everything but the Goldeneye game itself, but I got its sister game, Perfect Dark (which had some of the same levels), and I still have it more than 20 years later. Every now and then I pull it out of mothballs and play for nostalgia’s sake.)

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A Special Note of Thanks

This week marks a special milestone in my personal life.

Twenty years ago this week, my wife and I got married.

To my wife: thank you for being the wonderful, Godly woman you are…for dealing constantly with our three zany kids in all their crazy, for supporting me through the ups and downs we’ve faced, and for allowing me the decades-long habit of having multiple nights a week that are dedicated to school, blogging, or other projects.

Thank you for your love and respect this whole time.

Thank you for your honesty and integrity.

Thanks for taking care of yourself and still looking good 20 years later. 😉

Thank you for more laughs than tears.

Thanks for stepping into the growth opportunities God’s placed before you.

Thanks for holding on during this wild ride as we see what unknowns God takes us into.

Thank you and I love you!

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Don’t Wash the Dishes and Your Face With the Same Cloth

Did you ever recognize something was wrong, but you compared it to the wrong standard? Trying to make it right using something that’s wrong isn’t going to work out so well.

One springtime years ago my wife and I took our three young kids to visit my Mom and Dad in the house where I grew up. Compared to where we lived with our kids at the time, Mom and Dad’s backyard was huge. They also lived way out in the country, miles from the nearest stoplight, so the wide open space and curvy back roads were an adventure for my kids.

All the old roads and routes came back to my memory. Any time we headed out to go somewhere I had to sort through old memories of how the roads connected. One day we loaded everybody up to head somewhere, and I decided on the route we’d take.

Wherever we were going, we took a road that passed right through the middle of a pig farm. It was a spot I’d passed through countless times on my way to or from school, football games, or friends’ houses. I even got pulled over by a cop there once. (I was speeding, but got away with a warning.) As you might imagine, pig farms don’t smell so good in the spring. The smell began percolating into our minivan’s interior, and the kids all started exclaiming “eeeewww!”

Deciding to take action, my younger daughter pressed the button to roll down the window, letting in the high-volume unadulterated stink in all its glory. With angry and surprised shrieks coming from the back, I hit the button to close her window again and we hurried out of the area. Confused about why she would do that, we asked what she was trying to do. In her mind, opening the window was going to blow the bad smell out. I guess it makes sense if you think of it that way, but she didn’t realize the air outside was even worse than what we were already dealing with. Though she meant to get rid of the smell faster, all it did was let in a whole lot more.

Remember in this life that even when it’s easy to be distracted about what’s important or what’s true, there’s only one real standard. It’s easy to begin comparing yourself to others. “I’m not anywhere near as bad as those nutjobs on TV.” That might be true, but Jesus is your standard, not the nutjobs. If you start focusing on the wrong standard, you’re going to lose sight of just how much (and how often) you need God’s grace, and that you’re dependent on it every day. It’s important to keep that in perspective. Don’t use really stinky air to make clean air.

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Don’t Judge Others’ Spiritual Callings

Here’s a little spinoff of what we learn about spiritual gifts from the New Testament.

In 1 Corinthians 12, vv 4-6, Paul says There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone it is the same God at work.

Later in the chapter Paul goes on to address the people who desired to have the spiritual gift(s) that someone else had, rather than the gifts they themselves had been given. He goes on to write his famous “there are many parts, but one body” text, where he addresses the error of desiring to be a different part (that is, to have a different spiritual gift).

I’d like to present a similar topic in the same light. Think back over your life about some of the Christians you’ve known. Sometimes their Christian walk, or even their entire life, can be summed up or characterized by a simple description. Some have a deep compassion for the poor, while others seem meant to spur others on in encouragement. While some are out on street corners or in auditoriums evangelizing, some people are just trying to hang on long enough for God to untangle the horrible circumstances of their lives. For the people who struggle just to make it through each day, something like having a fiery desire to see justice done seems like an impossibly distant goal, the luxury of someone with time and space to take a deep breath.

Every Christian has a testimony, very few of which are the exact same. Long before we were born, God knew what our lives would look like, and He orchestrated events in our lives to either impose circumstances or tee up choices that would affect our lives in big ways. While some Christians are seemingly on the front lines of ministry, there are many who are fighting for spiritual (or physical) survival. Each one is important and none of them is less valuable than another if it’s God-ordained. If they all stay faithful to the Lord, they all bring Him glory in His timing.

We have to avoid the temptation to judge others in light of the spiritual purpose you’ve been given in your own life. So whether you’re out there engaging with others or you’re just trying to hang on a little bit longer, give God the glory and the praise for the things He’s brought you through and the things He’s yet to do. Your calling is for you, so whatever it is, give Him your best as you live it out.

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Everything Happens for a Reason…I Think?

I can’t remember how old I was, but I was in elementary school the first time I heard the parable of the old man and his horse. It’s not a biblical parable, but it’s something that stuck with me for more than 30 years. It goes something like this:

There once was an old farmer. One day, his only horse ran away. Hearing the news, all the neighbors in the village said to the old man, “What a terrible loss, such bad luck!”

The old man replied, “Maybe yes, maybe no. We’ll see.”

A few days later, the horse returned to the farm, accompanied by seven wild horses. “Wow, that’s incredible! What good luck!” his neighbors exclaimed.

“Maybe yes, maybe no. We’ll see!” the old farmer replied.

The next day, the farmer’s only son attempted to ride one of the wild horses. The horse threw him, and he broke both of his legs. The neighbors said, “I’m so sorry, that is such horrible news. What misfortune.”

The man simply replied, “Maybe yes, maybe no. We’ll see.”

Soon after, the country found itself at war and every able-bodied young man was drafted to fight. But the farmer’s son was spared because of his injuries. “You must be so happy, what great news! Such luck for your family,” said the neighbors.

And the old farmer simply replied, “Maybe yes, maybe no. We’ll see!”

I think hearing this little story was probably one of the first times the idea of perspective really hit me. Your outlook on life profoundly affects how you deal with the things it throws at you.

Then I got a little older and I got into movies about time travel. Back to the Future, Star Trek IV, the Terminator movies, Timecop, Bill and Ted, Freejack, (I didn’t say they were all good movies)…they all had an element of “if I can go back in time and change something, it will affect how things turn out in the future.”

Between the old man’s horse, Marty McFly, and Schwarzenegger’s T-800, my thinking really got shaped into a “maybe this thing happened so that this next thing could happen” mentality. For example, I sprained my ankle the summer before my freshman year of college, when I was supposed to show up early at school to attend a backpacking/adventure course. The fact that I had to bow out meant somebody on the waitlist got a chance to go. Whoever that person is…the two of us had much different starts to college than the “original” timeline we had anticipated.

A different example came a few years later, when terrorists hijacked airliners that ultimately crashed in New York City, Washington DC, and a field in Pennsylvania. I didn’t run out and join the Air Force when it happened, but if those things hadn’t occurred, I’m not sure I would have joined. My chosen field in the Air Force didn’t work out, but I was in it long enough to get connected to the people who introduced me to the woman who later became my wife.

I enjoy looking back and seeing how all these different things start out looking like they’re going one way, but then change direction and do something totally different. I have a tendency to overthink these things once in awhile, which makes my next point hit a little harder.

Over the course of my lifetime, I’ve been in multiple situations where death or massive bodily injury was only seconds or minutes away, yet God seems to have seen fit to spare me from them. My body is in remarkably good condition considering all the things it’s been through. I’ve escaped being swept over a waterfall, survived a multi-hour white-knuckle drive in a snowstorm while passing numerous accidents, had part of a house knocked down from under me, escaped a flood-stage predicament in a river (twice), dangled off the back of a van driving down the road at night, nearly blacked out after holding my breath underwater too long miles from shore, operated beyond my level of experience when rappelling, been startled by a rattlesnake, and forgotten a crucial piece of safety gear when skydiving. That’s in addition to all the times the adventure sports I participated in went as planned. I’ve maybe suffered a pulled muscle here and there, but there have been no scars and no lasting injuries. My biggest injury was having to spend a few weeks on crutches because I tried to jump to a ledge too far away and sprained an ankle.

After reflecting for years on the “perspective” of these events, I naturally came to the conclusion that whatever God put me here to do, it hasn’t been completed yet. I went back to time travel movie mode and wondered what events were still to come, and why the Lord had seen me through so many close calls so favorably. Maybe it was because of some super inspirational thing I still need to say to one of my kids or grandkids. Maybe there’s somebody at a future job I need to help mentor. It could be that something I write in the future will be very useful to God’s kingdom.

But then I had a thought that blew me away. I pictured God saying “or maybe…the main reason I’ve kept you safe is because I love you.”

I don’t know why God’s blessed me with physical protection so many times while He’s allowed others to be put through the wringer to the point they can’t even perform basic functions for themselves. I know from the story of Job that every blessing I have can be taken away. I don’t take that blessing lightly, nor do I assume I’ll always have it. I’m incredibly thankful to the Lord for the ways He’s protected me. It’s quite the testimony when you think about it. I take it as encouragement to continue doing God’s work.

Hopefully you’ve been blessed by the Lord in some way. Include that blessing as part of your testimony. While it wouldn’t be responsible to tell others they’ll be blessed the same way if they follow Christ, your personal story is one of the most compelling ways you can share the love of Christ with nonbelievers. Share your testimony with others and let the Lord work through it. It might be the very reason you’ve been blessed that way!

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Iran: What’s Going On Over There?

It’s time for another Iran update. I think a lot of people expected this whole thing to be done by now. While I understand that, it’s important to remember that we’ve completely upended a major regional power’s leadership and hamstrung its military capability. We can’t even say for sure what the nation’s leadership structure looks like right now. In many cases, the Iranians probably don’t even know. Using terms like “bogged down” and “quagmire” is a little premature when it hasn’t even been 60 days. (We spent about 10 years of direct combat in Vietnam and then 20 years in Afghanistan.)

When your nation’s leadership has been decapitated, there’s going to be a struggle between multiple entities to fill that vacuum. I’m sure everyone over there was initially filled with fury and rage, but that emotion settles down a lot faster for some than it does for others. Unfortunately, in Iran, those who propose discussions with the U.S. are probably seen as weak or lacking resolve, and are marginalized as much as possible. Those people need to somehow prevail within the rubble of their own government if we’re going to talk with them, otherwise the only people left are the violent hardliners.

On top of that, the country has prepared for this. Iran’s always known it can’t stand toe-to-toe with the U.S. and win a direct military confrontation. What it’s done instead is prepare to inflict as much pain as possible in a variety of ways. Its three main pillars of “sticking it to the West” are the use of proxies, employing decentralized execution, and exploiting the Strait of Hormuz.

First we’ll look at the proxies. Up until recently, Iran was the world’s foremost state sponsor of terrorism. The Iranian Government wasn’t willing to start wars with the U.S. or Israel, but it funded and supplied organizations willing to use guerilla tactics against Israel and the United States. If you follow the money, Hamas, Hezbollah, and the Houthis are all heavily supported by Iran. All three of those groups have committed acts of violence against the U.S. and/or Israel. Israel is geographically closer to the area, so it’s had to deal with that type of violence (and incoming ballistic missiles) much more extensively than we have here in the States. (I’d liken it to Israel living in a pretty rough neighborhood; not only does it have a shotgun and a pistol at home, it carries a blackjack, a shiv, and brass knuckles, and goes out looking for ways to send a message.) Iran’s backing of proxy groups allows it to inflict pain on its enemies without directly engaging them.

Iran also uses decentralized execution. Since its government knew its power was concentrated in a small number of officials at the top, it prepared itself for the possibility of a decapitation strike. In the event its top leadership was to ever be removed, it probably had standing orders to implement wartime plans. Iran’s long known it needed to fight on two fronts: external threats (militaries from other nations) and internal threats (an uprising among the Iranian people). To address the exterior threat, it formed the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corp (IRGC), more or less the elite branch of the military sworn to protect the Ayatollah and the Theocracy. For the internal threat, the Basij (think “secret police”) keep the people living in fear, putting down protests, arresting opposition members, executing protesters, etc. These two groups have both been taught to carry on even if their leadership is killed or otherwise removed from their positions. That’s what we’ve seen since the start of the war; the U.S./Israel coalition took out many of Iran’s rocket launchers and drone launchers, but the lower-level Iranian commanders got smart about how to use the stuff they still had left. When they launched attacks immediately before the cease fire, they used “shoot and scoot” tactics which make it tough for us to eliminate that equipment. While no longer effective at scale, they’re doing about as good a job as they can shooting at foreign targets without having a command structure. Similarly, Iran’s citizens have a hard time organizing an effective uprising when they have no phone or internet connections and there’s essentially a neighborhood watch keeping an eye on them, reporting the formation of opposition groups.

And finally, there’s the Strait of Hormuz. The Iranian Government is militarily weak right now, but it’s not stupid. The Strait of Hormuz is its major remaining piece of leverage, and it’s a big one. It knows that once it gives up that leverage, it has almost no bargaining chips left. Iran’s leadership doesn’t have to worry about polling, but it knows politicians here in the U.S. do. Whoever’s in charge over there knows that if they can drag things out long enough, our own political will to continue the conflict will die. This wasn’t a war the American people were ever clamoring for; we just woke up one day and found we were in this conflict. Accordingly, it will take less time for Americans to truly sour on the war. The current Iranian Government knows it can’t win, but if it can just hang on long enough for Americans to demand an end to the conflict, it will walk away from it with more favorable circumstances than if it gave up control of the Strait right away. Four dollar a gallon gasoline is painful for Americans, and when it persists, those prices start showing up in a lot more areas of the economy than simply at the gas pump. The longer this goes, the worse it’s going to get for the party in power here in the States. Iran’s Government knows that, and will likely drag out its resistance as long as possible to affect public opinion and thus pressure American politicians. The hope would be the U.S. offers more and larger concessions to sweeten the pot for the sake of ending the conflict sooner.

We gave the Iranian people the opportunity to rise up and overthrow their government. As near as we can tell, they haven’t taken it. We can try to create the conditions that would be ripe for an uprising, but we can’t force them to take action. The ideal scenario would be to have the people rise up against their leaders, overthrow the Basij and the IRGC, and work with the United States to set up a new government that works to become a productive member of the international community. That does not appear to be an imminent possibility, however, so we’re stuck negotiating with the remnants of the last government.

Americans and the news media are largely impatient with this whole endeavor. What the public needs to understand is that when you’re working on something as significant as the dismantlement of the world’s chief sponsor of terror and permanent reduction of risk in the Strait of Hormuz, it’s something worth patience and being willing to take the time to get right, rather than rushing to get a hasty and incomplete settlement. Whoever’s representing Iran at the negotiations may not even have full control over what all the IRGC and Basij commanders are doing, so it’s perfectly understandable (though less and less tolerable) if small numbers of one-way drone or missile launches take place.

Hang in there. The problem’s being worked, but don’t be surprised when the President doesn’t fully inform the news media of his negotiation strategy. If they know, Iran knows.

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Dude, They Made You Eat WHAT?!

I wrote previously about our college dorm’s “Olympics.” We came up with a variety of events and pitted our dorm’s four floors against one another in a stunning display of mindless testosterone to help build camaraderie and rapport within the various floors.

One of the events we did was pretty gross. We made four equal lines of dudes (one for each floor), and at the front of the line stood a judge who held a bag. Inside that bag was a collection of various nasty foods. I don’t remember what was in it except that it was the most vile collection of foods our dorm council president could find. Everything in the bag was actual food (it wasn’t mud or anything inedible, for example), but it was like, pickled squid and hot peppers and other gross stuff. There might have been something pretty benign (but difficult to eat quickly) like a large pack of saltine crackers or something similar.

Each competitor had to reach into the bag, grab an item, and eat whatever he pulled out. Upon demonstrating to the bag-holder that he had swallowed his food, he got out of the way and the next guy in line moved up and took a turn. All four bags held identical contents. The first team to get through all their items took first place, the second team took second, and so on.

You would not believe the competitive spirit displayed at this event. Dudes took it like champs. I think some guys were shoving stuff in their mouths before they even fully understood what it was. They were simply too dedicated to their goal to be bothered by the disgusting details. It was a different story afterwards; after they’d finished their turn, some guys made their way over to the tree line and tried not to toss their cookies. I’m not really sure what level of success they had.

It’s a little bit of a strange illustration, but it’s analogous to the erroneous pseudo-Christian doctrines some people follow. They think just because a group has “Jesus” in its name or has Him featured prominently, it must be righteous and worthwhile. It’s very important to question things and not just “swallow” all a given group’s beliefs without thinking them through. There are a few non-negotiable things (Jesus Christ is the one and only Son of God, both fully God and fully man, He died as a perfect sacrifice on our behalf to satisfy God’s wrath toward our imperfection, we cannot “earn” our way to Heaven or reach the same level as Christ, there are no essential books other than what’s contained in the Old and New Testaments), but there’s a lot of freedom outside of those.

Some people mistakenly believe some of those non-negotiable items are flexible as long as there’s a reasonable substitute. They’ll add some kind of required practice or instruction that seems holy or reverential, but they’ve actually sacrificed accuracy. When eternity is on the line, accuracy isn’t something you want to fudge. False teachers don’t announce themselves; you have to do some of your own investigation.

If you’ve recently begun attending a new church, ask yourself what it believes about these things. A group of people can be nice, upstanding citizens and still completely miss the mark on essential Christian doctrine. The devil is very familiar with our human nature, and knows it’s easy for us to replace a meaningful relationship with mindless practices or rote repetition. Diverting an earnest follower by steering them toward something that doesn’t matter is a great way to rob Heaven of souls. Don’t fall for it.

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Don’t Look at me in That Tone of Voice

I wouldn’t say I grew up in the boonies, but I could almost see the boonies from my house. Pennsylvania is pretty much known for Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, but there’s a whole lot of nothing filling up the rest of the Commonwealth.

The roads of our development were too small for a school bus to navigate, so the bus stop for our neighborhood was in the parking lot of a nearby church where the bus would be able to turn around. On inclement weather days, there would usually be a few different cars in the parking lot that we’d all pile into, and we’d listen to the radio to see if our school was closed.

Back when I was in middle school and high school people shared information differently. When there was bad weather during the winter, dial-up internet was the order of the day, and if there were websites for individual school districts, they weren’t updated daily. When all the families of the neighborhood wanted to find out if school was closed, having a delay, or operating on schedule, we tuned in to a couple of select radio stations.

One of the DJs we listened to went by the moniker “Gary in the Morning.” Gary’s radio station had a broad listening area, so if there were a lot of school districts affected, his lists could take awhile. First he’d read the alphabetical list of one-hour delays. Then he’d go through the schools operating on a two-hour delay. Finally he’d go through the list of schools that were closed that day. If our school wasn’t on any of the lists, it meant we were running on a normal schedule. (And if it wasn’t on any of the lists, we sat there in disbelief, arguing that there had to be some mistake…until the school bus showed up.) At any rate, we were all familiar with Gary in the Morning’s voice.

Due to the lack of dentists in the semi-boonies, sometimes it was necessary to drive a bit to get to one. For awhile, I went to a dentist whose office was very near the radio station where Gary in the Morning worked. I think I was vaguely aware that the station was nearby, but wouldn’t have even recognized him if he came in and sat down next to me in the waiting room.

There was one day at the dentist, however, where I didn’t need to see him. I was lying in the dentist’s chair, with the dentist doing his thing and the bright light in my face, when I heard a familiar voice talking to the receptionist out front. “No, it couldn’t be…” He kept talking, though, and yeah, that sounded just like Gary. Like a total buffoon, with dentist fingers and tools still in my mouth, I mumbled “Is that Gary in the Morning?”

The dentist, fluent in understanding people with this speech condition, came back with “It sure is! You want to meet him?” I don’t remember what I said, but the dentist gave a shout out to the front, and it wasn’t long before Gary came walking into the area where I was having my teeth cleaned. I was at an obvious disadvantage, but Gary was very nice. He shook my hand and told me I had beautiful teeth, which probably wasn’t true but what else are you going to say to a total stranger who’s in the dentist’s chair and is excited to meet you? I don’t remember what he looked like, but it was a fun little interaction with a local celebrity.

In the New Testament book of John, chapter 10 spends a lot of time covering Jesus’ description of himself as the “good shepherd.” Back in those days it was common to have flocks spend the night in pens, so they’d be easier to consolidate, keep track of, and protect from predators overnight. In the mornings when it was time to get them out of the pen, contrary to the methods of western shepherds, the shepherds of bible times did not drive their sheep, but instead called them out of the pen.

3 The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 4 When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. 5 But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize a stranger’s voice. –John 10:3-5

For this method to work, the sheep have to be familiar with the shepherd’s voice. The shepherd is talking quite often, but the sheep need to be listening to the voice, tuning in and becoming familiar with the voice of the one they trust. We (Christ-followers), of course, are the sheep, and Christ is the Shepherd. He’s ever calling us, and is always aware of where we are, and the dangers we face, even if we’re oblivious to them.

Spending time in the Bible and in prayer, dwelling on the things of God, and avoiding things we know to be detrimental to our Christian walk are all ways we become more familiar with our Shepherd’s voice. He doesn’t shout; He calls. There are plenty of ways His voice can be drowned out, so we need to be listening for it.

Let’s be sure to pay attention to the Lord’s voice. His sheep are familiar with it, and will follow it even when things don’t quite make sense. Trusting the Shepherd enables us to simplify the conflicting things our own senses are telling us, and leads to the safety He’s got in mind.

The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters.

He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for the sake of His name.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

-Psalm 23

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I’ve had Some Weird Illustrations Before, but This Time…

Years ago I worked in the Air Force in a place that was manned 24/7. People were there at all hours of the day and night. One time as I reported to work to start my shift, there was a guy who I’d seen countless times before, but there was something different this time. He looked somehow…creepier.

It took me a minute to figure out what it was, especially in the dim lighting of his computer screen. I finally realized that the dude no longer had any eyebrows. It turns out he had been trimming them and I guess he wasn’t paying attention and didn’t realize he had removed the guard without putting another one on. He didn’t realize his mistake until he had already buzzed off one of his eyebrows.

That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was deciding that it would look too weird to go anywhere with one eyebrow normal and the other one like this, and that he needed to do the same thing to the other one. By the time he came in to work, he looked like somebody you’d tell your niece and nephew to stay away from.

In the Bible you may have seen the term “the law and the prophets.” This term collectively signifies the importance of the Old Testament’s authoritative scriptures, both from the legal code of behavior Moses first introduced, along with the transformative messages from God’s various prophets. The phrase represents the core of God’s revealed instructions and moral standards.

The law represented God’s standard. The law is not meant to provide salvation; it’s meant to provide guidance and illustrate how impossible it is to fulfill each and every commandment God provides. Jesus is the only one to live a life without violating any of God’s laws.

The prophets refer to sections of scripture providing narrative history, divine judgment, warnings, calls for repentance, and prophecies of hope and restoration. It’s the story of Israel’s history, along with what the future holds for those who follow the Lord.

The Law reveals divine standards of righteousness, and the Prophets repeatedly give notice to Messiah’s salvation. They’re important to take together, hand in hand, like a single set of eyebrows. One without the other loses significance. Having only one of the two might not look as ridiculous as only having one eyebrow, but it would lose much of the power and sense of completion when compared to having both of them. The pairing is so important that it was even represented during the Transfiguration when Jesus met with Moses (representing the law) and Elijah (representing the prophets).

Jesus claimed that He came not to abolish the “Law and the Prophets” but to fulfill them. His life and teachings fulfill the prophecies found in the Old Testament Scriptures.

That ties in directly to what we’re celebrating this weekend. Jesus’ perfect adherence to the law means He is the only one to fulfill the messianic prophecies and be eligible to serve as an unblemished sacrifice. Only a perfect sacrifice could meet God’s standards, and thus cover a multitude of sins.

So this Easter, give thanks to the Lord for His plan and sacrifice for you and your loved ones. It’s that arrangement that allows your access to Him. Happy Easter!

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Time Waits for no Man…Unless That Man is Chuck Norris

I was a teenager when I took part in my first bible study focusing on the book of Revelation. I was excited about it; at that point I only had a no-frills bible that only included the scripture’s text, no notes to help understand context, no maps, none of that stuff that explains what gets lost in translation from the original Greek. If you’re a teenager, and you’re reading Revelation without the benefit of any of that additional context, you can easily be confused and even discouraged.

This was probably 30 years ago now, and the world has changed a lot since then. While sure, people were still mean and there were still bullies, the general hate and vitriol we’re accustomed to today wasn’t nearly as prevalent back then. “Right” and “wrong” were still largely universal, nobody argued over the difference between male and female, people were still generally respectful of their elders, and if you mouthed off at school, you either got suspended or expelled.

In Revelation chapter 11 we encounter some strange things. After the Rapture has occurred (when the Lord collects His still-living followers, prior to a period of chaos and disaster at the hands of the antichrist the world hasn’t seen before), God still gives everybody a chance. He still makes sure everybody who’s left has the opportunity to hear the truth and repent of their sins. The Lord places two invincible “witnesses” on the earth to testify for three and a half years. They speak the truth in a way that cannot be censored. Even when people try to physically harm, or even kill, these witnesses, their testimony won’t be stopped. In fact, people who try to harm the two witnesses are themselves killed (Revelation 11:5). Cancel culture has no effect on them, and it will drive people absolutely insane to hear the unadulterated truth they don’t want to acknowledge.

At the end of those three and a half years, the antichrist is permitted to put an end to the testimony by killing these two witnesses. As a teenager, I was floored by what came next. People are so relieved by the death of these two that not only do they disrespect the witnesses by refusing to bury them, but they also celebrate by giving gifts to one another to commemorate their deaths.

I couldn’t fathom such a thing. Maybe I just hadn’t been exposed to enough of the world’s troubles by that point, but aside from Adolf Hitler and some other dictators, it seemed like some impossibly dark future where people celebrate someone’s death because they disagreed with them.

Fast forward to today. Last week we lost an American legend, Chuck Norris. This guy was about as wholesome as you could get. I remember watching “Walker, Texas Ranger” often when I was younger, and I still find myself stopping and watching for a bit as I’m flipping through channels and come across an old episode. Yes, the plots and bad guys (including their mullets) were often cheesy, but good always triumphed over bad. Later, Chuck Norris was invited to be in the action movie “The Expendables 2,” and agreed to do so on one condition: that the vulgar dialogue be removed.

I realize and accept that the genre he’s known for isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m pretty irritated that people would celebrate his passing. That tells me quite a bit about their character. They seem to have lost respect for the value of human life.

That’s not the only example, though. Charlie Kirk’s passing last year was a more prominent example of the callous disrespect for human life people can hold. Opponents openly celebrated his death in ways I can’t understand. The fact that Kirk made a name for himself by promoting biblical beliefs makes it easier to relate to Revelation 11. Thirty years ago the End Times seemed distant; today at least some of those obstacles have fallen.

(To be fair, the disrespect for human life is not just on one side of the political spectrum. This week President Trump expressed his gladness for the fact that Robert Mueller, who had been in charge of investigating Trump, had passed. He didn’t say it with nearly the level of vitriol and hate that came from those celebrating Charlie Kirk’s death, but he holds a much higher position and platform. I can only imagine the crude things that will be said when President Trump eventually passes.)

I encourage you to keep reading more in Revelation. It turns out those two witnesses don’t stay dead for very long. The people of the earth gloat and celebrate for three and a half days over the death of their tormentors, only to be struck with terror as God raises them to life, and then ascend to Heaven in full view of everyone when God tells them “come up here.” Wow!

I don’t know that it was that particular night of the bible study, but I distinctly remember my youth leader saying something to the effect of “maybe not in my lifetime, but probably in yours,” the events of Revelation would come to pass. Based on how quickly things have gone downhill, it’s getting tough to argue.

Lord, I thank You for giving us the scriptures that help prepare us for the End Times, whether we live to see them or not. For those who will be alive to see it, I pray that you’d help them find their way to the truth, either through the pair of witnesses, biblical texts, the testimony of others, or through the unforeseen methods You excel at using. Prepare those people and help them withstand the incredibly tough times they’ll face, and may they seek You and cling to You in those difficult circumstances. These things I ask in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.