When I was in college I took classes in Outdoor Leadership, which included developing skills in both technical areas and in leading individuals and teams toward outcomes. One day our class was learning about how to properly set rope anchors for rock climbing. Obviously, it’s very important that your equipment catches you if you fall off a rock face, so our instructor was teaching us how to secure the safety rope to a number of anchors we had established at the top of the cliff.
The instructor, Kevin,
demonstrated a variety of ways to attach safety equipment to boulders and trees
at the top. He made a point to emphasize that we’d need to establish three
solid anchors before being able to proceed. “That way, if one of them
fails, you’ve still got two. Even if two of them fail, you’ll still have one
more.”
Of course, someone
asked the question. “What if this one goes, that one fails, and the other
one goes, too?”
Kevin looked at him, confused.
“You mean if all three of them
fail?”
“Yeah.”
“Then God wants
you dead.”
When you have a God-given
task laid out in front of you, it’s certainly a good thing to spend time planning
and preparing, but there comes a point where you’re prepared enough and it’s
time to get moving. Kevin didn’t want us to establish four anchors, or five.
Three was enough. The chances of all three anchors failing was so low that
setting more of them would have been a waste of time. If we spent time focusing
on more than three, that time took away from our actual reason for showing up
at the cliff that day.
It’s possible to take
so many safety precautions that it becomes too cumbersome to do anything. There
comes a point at which you are suitably prepared, reasonable precautions have
been taken, and you’re ready to leave the comfortable behind. The only thing
that remains is for you to take action.
By all means plan
effectively. Expect problems and make backup plans if necessary, but don’t let
perpetual planning stop you from getting started. If all the necessary pieces
are in place, it might be that you
are the only thing holding you back. What are you waiting for?
By the start of senior
year of college, most students are thinking about their last classes and life
beyond their degree. I was thinking about it being my last year to take
advantage of all the institution’s adventure sports programs.
I was into kayaking and
whitewater rafting at the time. Coming back to college at the end of summer
meant that the water in the local creeks and river was still warm. For
kayaking, that was nice, but it was also the time of year where the flow rate
was the lowest, so a lot of creeks and rivers were either too low or too slow
to be enjoyable. Thankfully, we had a solution for that.
Not far from the
college was a man-made lake with a concrete dam. The lake provided summer
boating opportunities for visitors and residents. Every year, about this time
in September, the dam operator dropped the lake’s water level roughly 10-15
feet to kill most of the shallow water algae over the winter. That way the
water in these areas the following spring and summer would stay clear of
excessive plant growth.
The faculty adviser for
the college’s paddle sports club, a guy named Tim, was in touch with the dam
operator. The operator was pretty cool about releasing the water in a time and
manner that Tim would request. If we wanted a longer, sustained flow, this guy
would accommodate us. If we wanted a bigger, shorter burst, he’d make it
happen. The two would agree on a schedule for when the release would begin, and
prior to that date’s arrival, Tim and a few other people would walk down
through the creek bed with chainsaws to clear potential obstacles. It was a custom-ordered
whitewater run!
I had only become
interested in kayaking the previous academic year. I’m not sure why, but I got
it into my head that I wanted to go over a drop in a kayak. A drop is just like
it sounds…it’s a sudden change in the elevation of the creek/river bed. It
could be a shelf that spans the whole width of the body of water you’re going
down, or maybe a formation where one side of the river has a big drop while the
other side has a more gradual slope. As it turns out, this run had a drop of
probably 4-5 feet right at the beginning…great for a first-time drop. When I
got the invite, this is the feature that sold me.
The day arrived and I
met up with a few other guys. One of them, a maintenance guy at the college,
was named Charlie. Charlie’s hobbies included woodworking and generally
“MacGyvering” things. He carved his own wooden kayak paddle. He also
fashioned a wooden bumper for his car when it needed to be replaced. His family
hosted a number of us for dinner once, and his kids showed off a system of pulleys
that allowed them to raise or lower their beds depending on whether they wanted
more floor space or to go to bed. Charlie was going to walk me through my first
drop.
We drove to the lake, geared up, and carried our boats down to the creek. We put in just downstream of the spillway, and the drop wasn’t far beyond. Charlie had walked me through the process a bit, laying out the mechanics of what needed to happen and the order in which they needed to happen. Much like I had learned years before, it was important to not reduce speed as you approach the drop.
Charlie was going to be
the first to do the drop, so I could see where to do it and how to approach it.
He worked out a signal with me before he went over the edge. A drop of 4 or 5
feet isn’t that much, but when you’re sitting in a boat that’s barely on top of
the water, your eyes are only about two feet off the surface, so it looked much
higher. After Charlie went over the edge, I wouldn’t be able to see him. Once
he was safely down and he was ready for me to proceed, he’d stick his paddle up
in the air and wave it back and forth, and that would be my “green light.”
Deciding that we were
both ready, he went for it. He started paddling and kept going, right up until
the bow of his boat dropped, his stern popped up out of the water, and he
disappeared over the edge. A few seconds followed, and then I saw one end of a hand-carved
wooden paddle stick up in the air and start waving around. It was my turn.
I went for it. I
started paddling, and got faster as I neared the shelf. As I slid over the
ledge, my boat’s bow dipped and for a fraction of a second I was in midair. The
bow then sliced deep into the water before the kayak’s buoyancy bounced it back
up to the surface. It was easier than I thought, and it was cool!
The thing that made this
part of the adventure so easy was that I had someone right there to walk me
through it. It was someone who had been through it before, who knew what to
expect, and was physically right there to help me in case I got into a jam. In
this situation, Charlie mentored me through the challenge successfully, and it
was much different than if I had been there by myself and decided to try it and
see what happened.
How about you? Do you
have a mentor that can help guide you through a situation that’s foreign and
scary to you? This life is full of unknowns, but it’s also full of people with
lots of experience that you don’t have. Don’t be afraid of taking a shortcut to
spare yourself some painful lessons by learning from others’ hard-won
experience.
Maybe you’re more like
Charlie. You’ve been around the block a few times. You see someone who’s
enthusiastic but inexperienced, and it looks like they’re in an awfully big
hurry to get themselves hurt or stuck in a bad situation. Why not see if
they’re willing to allow you to help channel that enthusiasm into something
productive? Don’t do it because you think it’ll make you look good; do it
because you can help them.
There was a lake not
too far away from the college I attended. Some of the college’s classes either
took place on the lake or took field trips here. I did some canoeing on the
lake for one of the Outdoor Leadership Training courses. The college offered waterskiing
during the first half of the fall semester, too.
I don’t remember what
course it was; it must have been some kind of Biology or Ecology class that
brought us to the Lake one September day. Our class was going to use the same
speedboat that the college used for waterskiing to go out into the lake and take
water samples at various depths.
There were too many
students in the class to bring out in the boat all at once, so we split into
two or three groups that took turns heading out to the middle of the lake. The
driver, a student named Laura, spent a few minutes driving out to deeper water,
a few minutes taking samples, a few minutes joyriding, and a few minutes
heading back to the dock to switch out students.
I was in the last group
of students to head out on the lake. In order to make room for more students,
the professor stayed behind on the dock while the rest of us rode off to the
middle of the lake. As we sped along, I looked around the boat. It was very
similar to the one I had driven for a few summers and had enjoyed going
kneeboarding behind. As providence would have it, on the floor of the boat sat
a lifejacket, a kneeboard, and a ski rope.
We started collecting
our samples or doing whatever experiments we were supposed to do. I wanted to
say something about wanting to give kneeboarding a try, but thought it would be
too crazy. As we wrapped up our tasks on the lake, I couldn’t help myself any
longer. I forget how I did it, but I asked Laura if she’d be open to letting me
jump in the lake to go kneeboarding. To my great surprise, she said
“sure.”
I didn’t ask any other
questions. I lost the shirt/shoes/socks, emptied my pockets, donned the life
jacket, grabbed the board and rope, and jumped into the water. It was cold, but
I didn’t care. We got lined up, Laura hit it, and we were off to the races. The
water was a lot choppier from the wind than I was used to, but I was kneeboardingin a science class.
We were far enough away
from the dock, or maybe around a bend in the lake so that the professor and my
classmates on land couldn’t see us. We didn’t want to goof off too long and get
in trouble, so after a bit of tooling around, Laura stopped the boat and I
climbed back in. We stowed everything and headed back to shore. Come to think
of it, I don’t think anyone on shore even knew what we’d done.
There will be key moments in your life where you only
have a single opportunity to seize the chance to do something you want to do. There’ll
be times when it simply will not happen unless you step out and make it happen.
If you hem and haw, you’ll be stuck watching as the opportunity passes you by.
You might have to
abandon the norms you’re accustomed to. I didn’t even have swim trunks, but
when Laura said she was open to my request, I was in the water with no
questions asked, wearing whatever clothes I already had on.
Many times in this blog
I’ve written that God will place opportunities in your path to do something
great. I’ll use this post to clarify: He will place the opportunity for you to
do something great just off your path.
God loves the timid, but He also has a special place in His heart for the bold.
If there’s something big, bold, and brash that you feel called to do on Christ’s behalf…don’t sit on it. God might bring an opportunity near your orbit, but you’re going to have to pursue that chance…you’ll need to run after it and chase it down. If you feel called to make it happen, live with abandon. You might even have to jump into the cold water with your regular clothes on.
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Once I finished
college, I didn’t do anything related to my academic major. I needed a job, but
didn’t have anything professional in mind, so I moved back in with Mom and Dad
and worked construction.
Since I had worked
construction the past few summers, nothing felt different initially. Doing the
job as a college grad didn’t feel any different than doing the job the previous
summer. It didn’t really seem strange until the end of the summer, when I
ordinarily would have prepared to head back to school. To help mark the
occasion of our entry into the “real world,” a college buddy and I decided to
go skydiving.
We made some
reservations, then showed up at the airport one Saturday morning early in
September. We signed the waivers, took the short class, then waited our turn.
We signed up for tandem
jumps. That’s where you’re connected to an experienced jumper that’s trained to
do two-person jumps. You don’t have to focus on any of the flight plan, what
your altitude is, etc. All you have to do is go along for the ride and enjoy
yourself. My tandem instructor was Frank. He took us over to the tiny plane
we’d use and walked us through the steps we’d later take when exiting the
aircraft. After that we squeezed into the plane, took off, and started the
climb to 10,000 feet.
(I paid extra to have my jump recorded, so there was a jumper with a camera and video camera on her helmet that went along. Unfortunately I don’t have a digital copy; it’s still on VHS format, so I can’t show it here. I can share some of the pictures though.)
There were six jumpers
and a pilot crammed into a little Cessna. As we reached 3,000 feet, the door
opened and one of the guys jumped out. I’m not sure if I was aware of this at
the time or not, but it turns out this man was Don Kellner, who was (and still
is) the world record holder for the number of sport parachute jumps. At the
time, he had about 30,000 jumps or something ridiculous like that. In order to set
and build on his record, he’d be on just about every plane that went up, and
most of the time he’d hop out around 3,000 feet. He’d skip the freefall and
deploy his parachute right away. They called this type of jump a “hop ‘n pop.”
I didn’t see it coming, so all I knew was that the door blew open without
warning and a guy fell out.
The rest of the climb
to altitude was uneventful. It was my buddy and I, our two tandem instructors,
and a videographer. They kept the mood light by making plenty of jokes, so that
we’d stay loose and not seize up when the door opened and we stuck our heads
outside the plane and looked down.
The time finally
arrived. We shuffled around inside the plane to get connected to the
instructors. We went over a few last-minute things, gave a final thumbs-up, and
then they opened the door.
Inside the plane it got
windy and much cooler than it had been on the ground. We inched up to the
doorway, and the videographer actually climbed outside the plane and hung from
the wing strut while she waited for us to exit. Frank shouted in my ear, I did
what he had showed me on the ground earlier, and out the door we went.
This is the only part that feels like you’re falling
There’s really not a
good way to convey what it’s like to freefall. It’s unlike anything else. There
was only a brief fraction of a second where there was any falling sensation,
and that was as you fell out of the plane. The ground didn’t seem like it was
rushing up at me at all. It was just windy, loud, and amazing. You can judge
for yourself just how miserable I was.
We fell for about 30
seconds, reaching a max speed of around 120 mph. It didn’t feel that fast,
because there were no references other than people falling at the same speed
(it’s not like you fell past a bird or a hot air balloon at 120 mph, for
example). It was smooth. The video shows that Frank and I did some goofy stuff
and made weird faces (imagine what kind of silly stuff you’d do if someone
pointed a leaf blower at your face). Then Frank deployed the main chute, and after
the rapid deceleration the loud rush of air gave way to a gentle breeze and
relative silence as we slowed down to about 20 mph. He then gave me an aerial
tour of the surrounding area as we continued our descent. Five minutes later we
were safely on the ground, and I was ready to do it all again.
I fell over a mile and a half straight down and lived to tell the tale
I was hooked.
Eventually I went back and did it again, and I’ll share more skydiving stories
in the future, but for now here’s what’s important. When you jump out of a
plane, there’s no doing it halfway. There’s no way to stay in the plane and at
the same time experience what it’s like to leave it midair. You either leave
the plane or you don’t, and the two outcomes are vastly different.
Despite what many
people seem to think, access to Heaven is based on an either/or criterion: you
either have a saving relationship with Jesus Christ, or you don’t. Here too,
the two outcomes are vastly different. If you don’t have that relationship,
you’re not going to get into Heaven.
“That’s incredibly
intolerant!” It’s okay to think that, because it is. I serve an intolerant God.
For some reason that seems to shock people. God doesn’t tolerate our antics and
rationalizations. I can’t really blame
Him. Why should He? Imagine you had a child that wanted nothing to do with you,
yet demanded all the benefits of being associated with you. On top of that,
they replace you with someone else and still want the rights and privileges of
being your child. How tolerant would you be?
These days there seems
to be very little in terms of pure black and white. Just because the world
looks at things with a “everything is relative” mindset however, doesn’t make
it true or mean we get to water down God’s truth. There ARE absolutes. One of them is that the only
way to Heaven is through Jesus Christ.
People will decry this
view as having a lack of inclusivity. I’d counter that Christ was one of the
most inclusive historical figures ever.
He went out of His way to reach the dregs of society; He violated cultural
norms by empowering and addressing women directly; and He advocated for fair treatment
of foreigners.
The difference is that
Christ wanted all people to hear the truth so they could make their own
decision. He wanted everybody to have access to this information regardless of
their background or standing. What they did with it was entirely up to them,
but He wanted everyone in the world to know that the only way to God (and
Heaven) was through Him.
You either have that
saving relationship or you don’t. There’s no doing it halfway, and there’s no
middle ground. The good…no…the great
news is that you’re welcome to start that saving relationship right now. Even
if you think you’re beyond saving or that you’ve done things that are too
terrible to be forgiven, He won’t turn you away.
Maybe you’ve never
prayed before, but if you’re open to this, pray this prayer along with me:
Dear Jesus…thank you so
much for loving me even when I don’t deserve you at all. Lord, come into my
life, change me, break me, make me new, make me whole…forgive me. Purify my
heart. Jesus I believe you died on the cross and rose again three days later.
You are my savior and one day I will live with You forever. But meanwhile, help
me to stand for you. To shine for you, to make a difference and let your truth
be known. Use me Lord, Holy Spirit fill me to overflowing. I love you so much!
In Jesus’ name, amen.
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The church we attend is
fortunate to have a large amount of musical talent among its congregation.
Each week the church
holds multiple services, so it’s asking a lot for the same people to be on the
worship team week after week for all the services. Volunteers from the
congregation stepped up, and as a result the worship team has a good amount of
“bench strength.”
When the team is
leading worship, there are usually a lot of people on stage. Normally there are
two keyboardists, three or four guitarists, a drummer, and some singers.
There’s a lot happening during a given song.
I’m not sure why, it’s
probably the amount of movement, but my eye is always drawn to the drummer. Like
any other role on the worship team, there are different types of people that
play the drums. All of them can keep the beat just fine, but while some of them
look calm and in complete control of the rhythm, others play with intensity and
look like they’re out of breath and are right on the edge of losing musical
control.
I always enjoy when one
young man in particular takes his turn at the drums. Not only are his arms
flailing around in perfect timing, smashing his instruments, but his head also
bobs to help keep the beat. At the same time his facial expression conveys his
sheer passion for the task.
The drums and cymbals
our church uses are electronic; I’m guessing that someone made the decision to
use electronic cymbals so that metal ones don’t overpower the rest of the
worship team. They make less noise when the drumsticks physically strike them,
and the sound system adds it in to the overall mix coming out of the speakers.
When I’m sitting in the congregation and this guy is drumming, I can clearly
hear the sound of his drumsticks slapping the cymbals no matter where I sit in
the room.
This is someone that’s doing what he was created to do,
and it’s a joy to behold.
We’re all created with
gifts. I heard someone describe a gift as “the thing you do the best with the
least amount of effort.” You might make a living from it, but not necessarily.
For some people, standing up in front of a group and teaching is something that
comes naturally, but for others that idea is terrifying. Some people are
amazing hosts/hostesses. It’s possible to be an incredibly empathetic
conversationalist and have an occupation where that skill isn’t used at all.
Your gift might be
something you think is absurd, or even worthless. It doesn’t matter how you
feel about it, but I’ll tell you that you’ll feel satisfaction in using your
gifts to glorify God. If you make amazing fried chicken…fry it while giving God
glory. If mowing grass in cool patterns comes naturally to you, mow it like
there’s no tomorrow. If you write computer code or create algorithms
effortlessly, write and create with passion! There’s no telling how your gift
will combine with others that are using their gifts, and what that will result
in.
What were you created
to do? The more important question is: are you doing it? (What good is a drum
that can’t be played, or a Lamborghini that sits in the garage?)
The drummer in our
church isn’t changing lives or saving souls by playing the drums. I can only
imagine though, that if it’s fun for me, an ordinary guy, to watch him play, our
Heavenly Father is smiling even bigger to see one of his beloved children employ
the talents entrusted to him to pursue his calling. Wouldn’t you like to bring
the same kind of smile to God’s face?
As a kid I always hated
this time of year. There’s a mental shift once the calendar gets close to
rolling over from August to September. Even if the temperature is in the 80s or
90s, the pool’s still closed after Labor Day. All the fun and relaxed schedules
of summer come to an end, and it’s time to once again get into the routine of a
new academic year.
As an adult I look
forward to this time of year. The heat and humidity of summer (ever so
slightly) start to fade, it becomes safer to venture outside without breaking
into a sweat, and football season starts up again.
It’s a time of new routines.
Once you’re set in a
routine, it becomes difficult to make changes to it. My guess is that if you
regularly attend a church, there are either end-of-summer events going on right
now or a series of kickoff events for various ministry programs coming up in
the next month.
My challenge to you: be
intentional about designing your Fall schedule. If you’re like most people, you
probably don’t have a whole lot of extra time. If you’re interested in a Bible
Study, some kind of home group, or discipleship class that’s starting up soon,
you’re not likely to join it once it’s already been meeting for a month or two.
If you want to make it happen, do what you’ve got to do so you’re at the
kickoff event or the first meeting.
Hello Fall
I know it doesn’t seem
like it now, but in about six weeks you’re probably not going to be willing to
commit to an ongoing gathering because Thanksgiving is right around the corner.
After that December starts and, well, we all know how busy that month can be,
so you won’t be able to jump in to anything new until a few weeks into the new
year.
Whoa! In two sentences,
four months flew by! I meant for this to be a little ridiculous, but I suspect
it also rings true for a lot of people. The sole point of this post is that you
can’t just let life “happen” to you; you have to take control of your calendar
and wrangle it so that you set yourself up to spend time doing the things you
want to be doing.
The end of summer is a
great time to look ahead. By all means celebrate the fun memories you’ve made
over the past few months, but if you spend too much time looking backward, your
schedule will be dictated for you.
My wife is one of four
sisters, and each one of them is married with kids. The four families are
spread out across the country, but when we can make it happen, it’s fun to get
together.
A few times in the
past, after most of the kids go down for the night, the parents have pulled out
board games. It usually ends up that the teams get split into husbands vs.
wives. The hubbies are able to squeak out wins in some games, but the wives are
freakishly dominant when it comes to Pictionary.
I don’t know what it
is; maybe all that time spent together as kids developed some kind of shared
consciousness or something. It’s actually embarrassing to be on the other team.
One of the sisters will be halfway into drawing a stick figure when another one
shouts “ooh, ooooh…the Berlin Wall!” “YES! You got it!” Or one of them might
draw a circle, and a half second later two of them will simultaneously yell “an
apple a day keeps the doctor away!” After that the artist excitedly points at
them and shouts “Yes, that’s it!”
Team Hubby just sits
there bewildered, looking at the drawing, then at each other. The ladies are
either extremely good at cheating and not letting us find out about it, or they
benefit from a collection of minds that are on the same wavelength, with a
singular focus and common understanding.
Oddly enough, that’s
sometimes how Christianity works. I love hearing stories about how God weaves lives together to benefit one
or more of them. Believers (and even unbelievers) become answers to urgent
prayers. Complete strangers walk up to someone and, prompted only by the Holy
Spirit, hand over money that the recipient desperately needed. Collectively, people
employ their different spiritual gifts or use their various resources to
achieve improbable or unique feats.
At times Christians work
together without any earthly coordination. Something from your devotions
combines with a “random” song on the radio and something you read (maybe even
this blog!) to result in a message that’s being shouted at the hearer.
The hearer asks “what
does this mean?” Well, if you’re the one hearing it, you’re the one that’s in
the best position to make sense of it. Continue praying and seeking God’s
guidance for your life. Not just once or twice more, but each day, multiple
times a day, and He will eventually make it clear. Once He does, act on it.
It’s your ticket to being a part of the freakishly dominant team.
PS – No, we don’t play
Pictionary at family events anymore. The wives see that Team Hubby is getting
bent out of shape, so they let us win other stuff and act like we won through
our raw talent.
I used to love going kneeboarding. You kneel on a board
and get pulled behind a boat, skimming across the top of the water. It’s not as
popular as waterskiing or wakeboarding, but I had a lot of fun doing it.
When I was new to it, it was really cool just to get
going and go back and forth across the wake. Then you start doing little
tricks, like 360s or riding backwards. Then you start hitting the wake a little
harder to get some air. Then you start hitting it really hard to see how far
you can jump.
After hitting the wake hard and getting a decent
amount of air, somehow I got it into my head that I wanted to pull off a barrel
roll. Now that I’m older and wiser, I know that we just didn’t have the right
setup to make this trick work, but back then I didn’t know it was impossible. I
was willing to try it as many times as I could. Each time I wanted to get just
a little closer to making it happen, but there was always a point in the
rotation past which I couldn’t go.
I tried dozens of times, but always ended up falling into the water without the board rotating around nearly enough. I even bought a video camera (when such things existed) and had someone in the boat film what was going on so I could try to learn from my mistakes. I have film somewhere of me rolling between 180 and 270 degrees over and over again. I’d land on my head or I’d land on my side, the kneeboard would go flying up into the air, and it never once worked out for me.
What none of us knew at the time is that I couldn’t
pull off the roll without mounting the rope at a higher point on the boat. The
boat’s pylon – the point where the rope I hung onto was connected to the boat –
was fine for waterskiing and even basic kneeboarding, but it simply was not
going to allow me to achieve what I wanted to do. The professionals that
successfully do these tricks use boats with elevated mounts. That way when the
kneeboarders hit the wake and make it into the air, the boat is not only
pulling them forward, but slightly upward as well. It’s not a lot, but it helps
provide just a little bit of extra hang time that makes a huge difference in
the person’s overall ability to perform tricks.
People are like that too. Each person is unique in
their own story, but there’s usually a ceiling of some kind that everyone hits.
It could be trying to find contentment, get past guilt, grant forgiveness, or
even trying to establish a ministry. Whatever it is, people need to be
connected to something higher than just the basic level. You hit your limit a
lot sooner when you’re doing it on your own, and you need that extra boost that
only comes from God.
Work diligently and don’t be afraid to put yourself out there, but remember to ask God for help and to guide your steps in any effort that glorifies Him. When you work hard to complete the assignment God’s given you, He provides that little boost that makes all the difference. He may not provide it exactly when you want it or exactly how you anticipate it, but He gives it to you. It’s the thing that makes a huge difference in your overall ability to perform His work.
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This post will likely be censored or unavailable for readers in east Asia.
At the end of World War
II, many nations across the globe were exhausted, in physical and financial shambles,
and/or struggling to define their identity. One of those nations was China.
The quick version is
that in the late 1940s the two most powerful groups in China that had worked
with the United States to combat Japanese forces struggled against each other
for control of the nation. The Nationalist group, losing strength and support,
began to flee toward the ocean in order to escape the Communist group. Upon
reaching the Pacific, with the adversary not far behind, the Nationalist
leadership escaped to an island off the coast of China, an island now known as
Taiwan. The Communists went on to establish firm control over mainland China,
and vowed to someday reclaim Taiwan, which they view as a rogue Chinese
territory.
That was 70 years ago. China still intends to reclaim and annex Taiwan, by force if necessary. The Chinese Government knows, however, that if it suddenly grabs Taiwan all at once, the international outcry would be detrimental to its long-term goals, so it came up with a different plan. It’s been slowly exerting pressure on those within its sphere of influence to either support the idea that Taiwan belongs to China, or at least avoid supporting Taiwan in any way. The Chinese populace is not nearly as distracted and forgetful as we are in America, and the idea is that over time there will be so little international resistance that eventually China will reach out and pluck Taiwan for itself and the outcry will be manageable. Unfortunately for Taiwan, there’s evidence that the plan is working.
Don’t believe me? Let
me show you an example.
Not long ago Tom Cruise
introduced a trailer for his upcoming movie, Top Gun: Maverick. This is a
sequel to the original Top Gun movie that came out 34 years before the sequel.
I’ll admit, I’ve watched the trailer a few times and I’m definitely excited to see
the movie some day.
It wasn’t long after
the trailer went public that an eagle-eyed fan noticed something very peculiar.
There’s a brief shot in the trailer where Maverick (Tom Cruise’s character)
puts on an old bomber jacket that he wore in the first movie. The jacket is
full of unit patches that signify some of the assignments Maverick completed.
The fan did a side-by-side comparison of the jacket from the 1986 film and the
jacket from the sequel. He noticed that where the 1986 jacket had a large patch
containing flags from Japan and Taiwan, the 2020 movie replaced those two
portions of that patch with similarly colored ambiguous shapes.
This was not an
accident; it was quite intentional. China doesn’t get along with Japan or
Taiwan. Rather than simply write in a minor plot change that uses a different,
newer jacket, (or even avoid camera angles showing that particular patch) the
people that made this movie decided it would be best to rewrite history in
order to appease China. It would be different if China made the change itself
before allowing it to play in Chinese theaters, but here the actual patch from
the world’s first major summer blockbuster was deemed unpalatable and updated
before it was even released in America. Now the movie posters act like it never even happened,
history is erased, and the people that never saw the original won’t even know
anything happened.
Imagine…this level of
sinister manipulation by “soft power” methods is engineered by earthly minds.
If mere humans can orchestrate this type of behavior, imagine the level of
sneakiness and underhandedness that the most powerful of all angels is capable
of.
Now, before you get any
crazy ideas, no, I’m not saying that China is run by the devil. I think this
instance is an excellent illustration of one of his tactics, though. He knows
he’s headed for an epic clash that he’ll eventually lose. In the meantime
though, he hates God and us so much that his main motivation is to rob God from
receiving glory. He does it through discouraging/distracting Christians from
doing the work God calls them to do and by doing everything in his power to
prevent humans from becoming Christians. That’s it. At the end of the day,
that’s all it is.
Satan knows that a
sudden power grab is too overt and people would too easily recognize it for
what it is. With that in mind, he works a little slower, in smaller steps but
always pushing toward making the world a place where anything goes and
Christianity is labeled as too intolerant and restrictive. Think about how much
Christian influence the United States has lost over the last hundred years, or
even the last 20 years.
When you shape the
narrative, it’s much easier to control the outcome. As a Christian you can’t just
hide your head in the sand and hope things will get better; you need to engage
the culture. If someone tells you that “there are no absolutes,” you can politely
remind them that their statement is self-contradicting. If someone tells you
that “everything in life is meaningless!” you can ask whether or not they
believe their assertion has meaning.
Engage the culture.
It’s your culture, after all. Push back against ideas that run counter to what
you know God would want. It’s not easy and you might be alone, but if you don’t
do it, it won’t be long before Christians end up in a situation with the
adversary posturing to reach out and pluck this isolated refugee enclave so it
can do what it feels is best with this group of troublesome upstarts.
Little kids are a hoot,
man. Mine are all old enough to swim on their own at this point, but it’s fun
to think about when they were younger and the things they’d do at the pool.
As a dad, one of the fun
things to see is the trust your kids place in you. The pool is a place where
the trust you’ve built with your kids becomes most evident. For a kiddo that’s
3 or 4 years old and doesn’t know how to swim yet, it’s a scary thing to walk
to the edge of the pool and jump into water that might be too deep to stand in.
It’s a big deal to jump off the side of the pool into Daddy’s arms! You look at
them and you can almost see the wheels turning. It’s like they’re thinking “Daddy’s
right there, but will he catch me if I jump?”
It’s so fun to stand in
the pool, looking up at them, and say “go ahead, I’ll catch you,” and to see
them think it over. I have three kids, so I’ve seen a few different reactions.
There’s always some hesitation; sometimes it passes quickly and other times it
takes some additional coaxing for them to commit to the jump.
It’s fun to watch their
eyes, too. They look at my outstretched arms, gauging whether or not they think
they can make it. Once they decide they think they can do it, they look me in
the eyes, seeking assurance that I’m focused on them and will be there when
they need me. My next move would be to give them a non-verbal green light.
Sometimes it was a silent nod. Other times it was a big smile. With intense focus, they’d stick
out their little tongue, crouch, and take a flying leap into Daddy’s arms.
It’s a simple, but
beautiful picture. As the father to my children, I cherish that trust that
we’ve developed together. They each placed so much trust in me that each one of
them were willing to step outside their comfort zones to do something beyond
what they could do on their own. Building trust is something that’s done over
time, but can be shattered in an instant. As they each belly-flopped their way
into my arms, it was so fun to join in their celebration with exclamations, smiles,
and laughs. Almost right away they wanted to do it again, and then again. Building
further on that trust, I was able to back farther away from the edge, or move
into deeper water, and they’d be okay with making the leap because they knew.
They knew “it’s okay, he’s got me.”
Your Heavenly Father
takes pleasure in seeing you demonstrate your trust in Him, too. Nothing brings
Him a smile quite like seeing His children trust Him and leap with both feet
into the challenge He’s given to them. Like an earthly father, He coaxes the
child according to what he or she needs. Maybe it’s a silent nod, a big smile,
or in some cases, a push from behind.
Give Him an opportunity to build more trust with you. Summon up your courage and concentration, stick out your tongue, and take that flying leap. He’s got you.
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