I Really Did Hear Him

I received a smart remark from a friend concerning one of my recent blogs. I thought he was just making the statement out of ridiculing me for hearing God one day recently. So I just laughed it off and went on.
Then I checked my blog and saw that it contained only the title of the writings for that day...I Heard Him. It wasn't until then that I realized that my blog did not register for that day. In fact, there was a message saying there was an error, but it also said the blog had published.
So, to make a long story even longer, no wonder he made the snide remark. What I had said was that I heard God speak to me one morning on my walk. It wasn't a still, small voice. I heard Him in the chirping of the birds. I heard Him in the colors of the sunrise. I heard Him in all of the awakening of the earth. I quoted two verses, one from Psalms about the heavens declaring God's glory. The other from the New Testament about those being without excuse having seen His creation.
So THAT'S why I said, "I heard Him."
Now, I hope it all makes sense. By the by, I went ahead and deleted the title. I confuse people enough without stuff like that happening. Have a great day. JW

The Girl in the Pink Dress

Because I am the father of a son who participates in high school music, I get the "opportunity" to hear many concerts. Now I'm not complaining too much for I have been able to hear wonderful chorales, moving spirituals, opera, foreign language pieces and a host of other beautiful music. I've also been able to hear these concerts in a number of fabulous venues. Last night, I was privileged to attend the area-wide concert of all the schools in the district. This was a chance for the 6th graders to hear the other groups in the middle school and high school and theoretically desire, yea long for the opportunity to sing with them once they reached the age of singability.
The 6th graders were given the opportunity to sing several songs last night. I noticed that the style du jour for the boys right now is horizontally striped polo shirts. It's still pretty eclectic for the girls. The noise level was deafening. I also observed that the kids sing will little or no emotion. They just stare at the conductor (if the conductor is lucky, otherwise their eyes are darting all over the auditorium) and sing their song. When they sang "The Wells Fargo Wagon" the noise level picked up with the pace of the song, but the emotion level basically stayed the same.
There was one little girl who caught my eye. She had a pretty, sparkled pink dress, she was sporting a blue headband, she wore glasses. She moved with the music, but she was always several beats behind. When they clapped, she just couldn't quite get in synch with the rest of the kids. She rarely sang the words at the right time. It looked as if she hit about one word out of every three. She craned her body awkwardly as she sang and looked around at her classmates often. But this she did, she sang with feeling. This little Down's Syndrome girl had something that nobody else did...emotion. Tears filled my eyes as I wondered about her. Did she get teased at school? What kind of home life did she have? Was it a happy one? Did she bring joy to the people in her life?
As I looked at all the good looking kids last night, I realized that they didn't have anything on this little girl. After the concert, someone was taking her picture. She posed just like a model. I guess she felt like the most beautiful girl in the place. And you know what? In my eyes, she was. Have a great day. JW

Beginnings

I love this time of the year. I noticed the daffodils are starting to bloom (I know, I know. The people in the south are far beyond this, but I live in Nebraska!). The trees are starting to bud. The grass, although cutting it is not my favorite task, is starting to green up. Spring has arrived and with that a newness that just can't ever be matched.
It was about this time two years ago that I launched into the world of blogdom. I wrote and sometimes people read. I admit, what I write is often (mostly, okay, never) deep or profound. But it's fun to write what's on my mind knowing that some enjoy reading my pitiful thoughts.
It's also the time of year that a young boy who wanted to follow Christ was baptized into his death and resurrection and began his journey into discipleship. So three new beginnings here at the end of March. That makes it a great day. I hope your day is good. JW

Little Decisions, Big Results

I'm debating as to what to write about today. Several things are swirling through my mind. That could be dangerous. Oh, well, I guess I just need to pick one.
I read the book of Ruth yesterday. This book is short, yet so full of great stuff. First you have Ruth telling her mother-in-law that she'll go wherever she goes. You know the passage...it's the one we use in weddings all the time. Really, it's about unconditional love that a daughter-in-law has for her mother-in-law. But the real story is about what happens after that.
It looks as if Ruth won't get to marry Boaz because there is another kinsman-redeemer in line. But once he finds out there's another wife involved, he backs off the land deal real quickly. Eventually, he takes his sandal off and gives it to Boaz and Ruth becomes his.
But that's not the story. Boaz and Ruth marry and have children. They live happily ever after. They have kids and Naomi becomes a grandmother. Now we're getting close, but it's still not quite the story. The story is that because of Ruth's love and dedication to Naomi, we have a savior. The promised seed that was first promised to Abraham stays intact and we have the Messiah. You see, sitting on the lap of Naomi is her grandson, Obed. Sound familiar? Obed was the father of Jesse who was the father of David. Don't ever underestimate those "little" decisions that you make. And certainly, don't ever underestimate what God will do with those who offer their lives in His service. Have a great day. JW

Peter Pan Lives

Have I mentioned recently that I was in Disneyworld last week? I know, this blog will be similar to yesterday, but I was able to do one of my favorite things there...people watch. I was sitting in front of the U.S. exhibit in EPCOT one day last week watching all the parents trying to deal with their children. There was one family of three, pushing a stroller; the kids were probably 5, 3, and a toddler. What set them apart was all three kids were dressed in green Peter Pan outfits. I mean, complete with hats and a red feather. They were so cute.
Then my mind started to wander and think. Can you imagine if one of the parents had been wearing a Peter Pan outfit also? What would have been the reaction? You can imagine the chortling and guffaws coming from those watching. "What's a grown man doing in a Peter Pan outfit?" we might chuckle.
It happens all the time. Really. We put on our outfits, we hide behind masks, we pretend to be something we're not. If you don't believe me, go to church on Sunday morning and see all the people all dressed up looking very spiritual, yet living lives that are full of sin and hate and despair. What's the difference? Just as we think a grown man wearing a Peter Pan outfit is ridiculous, so is wearing fake smiles and fake personalities and fake lives. When God knows everything, every thought every motive about you, why do you (we) try to fake everyone else out? Fear. We're afraid everyone won't like us. When our goal should be to please the One, the only One, who matters, we spend our time trying to fool everyone else. Instead, we should be working to please God and not worry about all the others. Once again we have it completely switched. So, listen to these words from David.

Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. I couldn't have said it any better myself. Have a great day. JW

This (Disney)world's Hat

I am amazed at what happens at Disneyworld. One doesn't have to walk far before one sees Micky Mouse ears, Cat in the Hat hats, Goofy ears, and all sorts of Disney regalia. And that's what the adults are wearing. Thousands, yea hundreds of thousands of dollars are spent on this ridiculous looking garb. I understand that children what some type of souveneir of their trip. But adults? And here's the thing, how many times will they wear that when they get home? I would venture to say that it goes on the shelf rarely if ever to be worn again; it's destined to become garage sale material.
Why should we laugh at such things? It happens all the time right in front of us. The world holds out a bill of goods and yells, "Buy me! Buy me!" And we obediently submit to the urge. We buy something that is absolutely worthless, yet we spend good money to buy it. "Clothe yourself with the vest of selfishness. Wear the hat of greed. Here, buy the glowing trinket of sin that glows in the dark." Satan has his tricks and we succumb to such silliness. Yet, when it comes time to go home, the items we have bought hook, line, and sinker have absolutely no use anymore.
Let's be careful what we "buy" in this life. The Scripture continually warns us of not being "of the world." Jesus told us that our hearts will be where our treasures lie. Don't allow Satan to sell you the useless refuse of what this life has to offer. I hope your day is good. JW

Happiest Place on Earth

I've returned from a trip to Disneyworld for a show choir competition my son was involved with. But more about that later. Disney bills itself as the "happiest place on earth." I told someone that I was going to the happiest place on earth and they said, "Heaven?"
Anyway, one of our number made this observation: If Disneyworld is the happiest place on earth, why are all the kids crying, the brothers and sisters fussing at each other, and the moms and dads yelling at each other? Good point. I did a lot of people watching on this trip and I have some good blog material. But that will be for another day.
Our show choir placed second in this competition which is higher than they have ever placed before. But the real news is my son completed in the solo competition and won! It was truly exciting and my wife are I are extremely proud. Not for what he has accomplished (although we are proud of that), but for just being our child. Along with winning came a nice trophy and a $500 scholarship. Maybe it is the happiest place on earth (Nah!). It was exciting. It's good to be home. Take care. I hope you have a great day. Thanks for letting me brag. JW

Glad

Some of you remember the old song book "Great Songs of the Church." We used to sing from that at the College Church in Searcy, AR. There are some great songs in that book. I'll admit, some of them are kind of high church stuff, but there are some beautiful words with wonderful thoughts.
We used to sing a song Arise, My Soul, Arise. Listening on my iPod Nano today, Glad sang the same song with the words changed somewhat. A good improvement I might add. Here's what struck me.
Before the throne He stands, before the throne He stands, my name is written on His hands.

Before the throne of grace, before the throne of grace, He glady takes my place.

Then, one line particularly moves me. They sing ...this ransomed sinner must not die. I like that. Must not die. Urgency. Our message is so urgent. Jesus does gladly take our place. My name is written on His hand. That's so good. I hope your day goes well. JW

P.S. Be praying for my son who just left for a trip to Florida. His mother and I will be following tomorrow so my blogging will be finished until Monday. See you then.

And Israel did Evil in the Eyes of the Lord

Those of you who read this blog know that I write in my Bible. I take notes, I underline, I make comments. When I see something often, I will circle the word because if it's being emphasized in Scripture, then I probably ought to take note.
Recently, I've been reading through the book of Judges. I know the same phrase is being repeated in Kings, Chronicles, and Samuel; or at least something like it. But I see the phrase, "...the Israelites did evil in the eyes of the Lord." Several times it's preceded by the word, "Again." It's my tendency to shake my head and tsk, tsk, tsk at those poor Israelites. They didn't listen did they.
Fast forward to March, 2007. Last night I sat in an elder's meeting and listened to the plight of a number of people. Marriages that are struggling, lives that are in turmoil, flat out sin. And I wonder....if the prophet were writing today, would he be saying, "Again Southwest did evil in the eyes of the Lord." Realistically, I don't think so, because our leaders are meeting to talk and pray and to help intercede in such issues. But if it comes the time when all of us, leaders included, begin to being involved or condone such things, then we would be just as guilty.
Praise God for His grace! May we never get to the point that evil would not be associated with us. Have a great day.

Daylight Savings Time

If you're like me, you're still reeling from the hour of sleep you lost from the beginning of daylight savings time. I like the extra daylight. I don't like the loss of sleep. Somewhere we have to find the happy medium.
My grandparents (the White side of the family) were farmers...and they never changed their clocks. I still can hear my grandfather say in his class Ohio drawl, "The cows don't know the difference." They did continue to live by the standard that was set by the U.S. government, though. Grandma would say, "Okay, it's 5:00 our time and 6:00 your time."
One of my brothers went through the house on one of our trips and secretly changed all the clocks. He didn't reveal his secret until we were well down the road. My grandmother wrote a scathing letter to my dad complaining that "one of your boys changed our clocks."
They had a point, you know. The cows don't know the difference. It reminds me of a joke my dad used to laugh at from the old Hee Haw program. One farmer said he used to hold his pigs up to the apple tree to let them eat apples. The other farmer said, "Doesn't that take a lot of time." The first farmer replied, "What's time to a pig?"
Really, we get so caught up in everything that we forget what's really important. Our kids grow up, the seasons change, people move in and out of our lives, and the next thing you know you face retirement saying, "What happened to my life?" I know I talk about this a lot, but it's important. In the grand scheme of things, what really matters? I don't know of anyone who, while on their death bed, says, "I wish I'd spent more time at the office." Family and God. Relationships. All blessings that time take time. The kind of time that is really important.
Look at it this way. Not too long ago we had a 24 hour prayer vigil at our congregation. It was right before we were selecting new shepherds. I scheduled this event to be held on the weekend the time changed. You guessed it, we had a 25 hour prayer vigil. Maybe God thought we needed the extra hour. Enjoy the extra hour. Have a great day. JW

Time Keeps on Slippin', Slippin', Slippin' Into the Future

I have been reading a book called Margin as well as leading a Sunday evening class by the same name. Dr. Richard Swenson (I believe that's his name) writes very concisely about what we do to our lives. We live life on the edge. (In fact, the new Ford commercial gleefully sings, "I like to live on the edge!") Our lives get going faster and faster as we emulate the hamster in the wheel.
So notice something with me. Jesus says, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel..." Notice he didn't say, "Go, go, go into all the world..." The old song is so pertinent, "Slow down, you're going to fast. You've got to make the moments last..." I've got a trip coming up next week that I'm looking forward to and I'm dreading. My family is going to the happiest place on earth. At least that's the way they describe it. But it's based on hurry here, go there, stand in line over here. I want to enjoy the time. Slow life down. Lands knows it goes too fast.
I'm working on this. I'm not very good at it, yet. Getting better. Paul said in Ephesians, "Be very careful, then, how you live (walk, KJV)--not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil." He's not saying the days are bad. Maybe Paul know what it was for the days to fly past. Notice, though, "make the most of every opportunity." For just one day, let's try that. Have a great day. JW

60 Seconds or Less

I was listening to the radio this morning to a commercial about child behavior problems. Some kind of "transformation." The guy guaranteed that he could make a child change without yelling, without...well, you name it. They even said if you ordered today, they would throw in a book called "Transformation in 60 Seconds or Less." Or something like that.
That seems to be our take on Christianity. Become a Christian. Get dunked and "voila!" you're transformed. Sixty second or less and the old attitudes are gone, the old behaviors are out of there, and the the new you is there." I believe the Greek word for that is "hogwash." There is a reason our life is called a walk. It's a journey. And sometimes it takes a lifetime (and sometimes, not even then) to overcome and to transform. Praise God for grace! Paul struggled until the end of his life. I know some say that his thorn in the flesh was some kind of eye condition. But what if it wasn't? He said, "God's grace is sufficient." Suppose Paul's thorn was a sin he struggled with and he desperately needed God's grace for it.
The next time someone tries to make you feel guilty for a sin you are fighting with, don't let them. I believe Jesus said to make sure the plank is out of yours before removing the splinter in another's. And it isn't easy. It isn't automatic. And until we get to the end of our lives and can say we have finished the race, then I wouldn't fuss too much at anybody for falling short. That's what the rest of us are for. This journey is to be walked together. We help those who stumble. We rest when we're tired. We rejoice together at the end. Have a great day. JW

John 3:17

I'm sorry I haven't blogged in a while but the blizzard of 2007 hit us last Thursday and it's been hard to get out. No kidding, a foot of snow and the wind blowing sometimes over 50 miles an hour.
Remember the verse, John 3:16? Of course, everyone knows that verse. It is the most quoted verse of all Scripture. But have you ever read the verse right after it? "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." Yeah, so what?
What do we do most of the time? We condemn everyone. I don't mean we condemn people to hell (although I know a lot who do). I'm talking about griping about the way people drive, the way they talk, they way they do certain things. We complain about their lifestyle, their hair, and everything else. Jesus himself didn't come into the world to condemn. He came to save. Shouldn't that be our mission also?
Which brings in grace. My words should be full of grace. My actions should be full of grace. My attitude should be full of grace. Why? Because that's what Jesus did. You might say, "What about the passage in Matthew 7:6? Don't cast your pearls before swine." I get the impression Jesus is talking about religious people there (mind you, I make a distinction between religious people and spiritual people).
I'm working on this. I wrote several blogs back that I the older I get, the more I get into grace. Fewer rules and regulations. More freedom in the Lord. And above all else, less condemnation. Have a great day. JW

Walk

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. A paraphrase from the heart of Jesus. I have a credenza in my office that has a lot of objects from life on it. There are two rocks from Green Valley Bible camp given to me by the girls in Cabin #1. They are "Rock" Awards that they give every summer. There's the glass crystal eagle given to me by our Spanish minister at the church in Arkansas. He gave it to me right before we left for Nashville. There's a wooden clothspin I comfiscated from Mom's house after she died. Not the kind you buy today with the spring, but one made from a single piece of wood. I used to make airplanes out of them when I was a kid. There's a miniature model of the Eiffel Tower I bought from a man right before I went up in the real thing in Paris several years ago. A broze rose from my Mom's casket sits in a place of honor near the front. There's a piece of the old Berlin Wall. A rock from the beaches of Normandy. I still have a bracelet that turns my wrist green given to me by Vladimir, a man I baptized in Vladivostok, Russia. If you were to offer me money for any of these items, I would turn your down. I don't think anything are worth much to anyone anyway. But they are priceless to me. Why? Because they represent things in my life. A trip made with my family. A game played when I was little. Camp. A mission trip.
These things are valuable to me because I received them on my journey called "Life." The New International Version of the Bible translate that word as "life." The King James Version as "walk." I prefer the walk image. They are valuable because they represent times in my walk when I crossed paths with someone. They mean something deeper than the value of the object. They are so deep in valuable to me that I will pass them on to the future generations in my life. There will be more things that I accumulate along the way. But it's not the things that are important, it's what they represent. Jesus said a man's life doesn't consist of the abundance of his possessions. So I would like to invite you to walk with me on this journey. Let's enjoy the good and the bad, the family and friends, the blessings given to us by God. Have a great day...and enjoy the walk. JW

My Favorite Bible

I've been teaching a class called Letters from Dad taken by a book by Gregg Vaughn. What has struck me in this class is the disconnect between fathers and their sons. (I know there is also a disconnect between fathers and daughters sometimes, but I'm dealing with the sons who are now fathers in my class.) There are deep-seeded emotions present when we talk of these things and they want to make sure that the mistakes of the past are not continued to their children. Tears come easily and quickly. Emotions run high every time we have class.
This got me thinking. Four of my most valuable possessions sit in my office. They are my father's Bible, my mother's Bible, my Grandfather White's Bible, and my Grandfather Garloch's Bible. They each have a different reason for being precious. Dad's Bible is the first NIV Bible he ever owned. I gave it to him. He underlined things that were of importance to him. So when I need a dose of Dad, I go to what I call "The Gospel According to Ed" and read some things he deemed important. Mom's Bible is precious because it looks exactly the way it was the day she died. It has a bulletin tucked in it as well as a tissue (with a verse written on it, Proverbs 29:20. "Seest thou a man that is hasty in his words? there is more hope of a fool than of him." Why she wrote that verse down, I don't know. But perhaps I should listen. My Grandfather White's Bible was given to him by my parents on December 25, 1943. He also has a Bible verse written--Titus 2:12. "Teaching us that denying ungodliness and wordly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world." Finally, my Grandfather Garloch's Bible, once again, given to him this time by my mother on December 25, 1940. Written inside is the price...$5.50. Granddad wasn't one to write in his Bible, but the pages are dirty and worn, obviously from use.
Why are you talking about this? I gave my 23-year old, married daughter my Bible the other day. It was the one I had been preaching from for the last several years. It's getting worn and used. I've written so many notes in it, that I love to have it when I'm reading. But I thought, "Why should she wait until I die to get this?" I wanted her to have it to see that her dad depended on God. I loved her comment when I gave it to her. She said, "What about Nathan?" (My son). I told her there would be another Bible with more notes and worn out like that one. I thought she would tuck it away, put it with the things she would save. Instead, I picked her up for church services (Her husband was working and there was snow on the ground. She isn't driving in snow right now. That's another blog, another story, another time). She was carrying that Bible. Tears are in my eyes right now as I recount this. Never did I know that it would be one of her valuable possessions.
My call to you fathers out there, never underestimate what your love for your children does. Don't hold it back. Don't be ashamed to show it. And leave them a legacy for your children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Let them know that you chose to follow God. Have a great day. JW

Absurd Statements

We had another snow Saturday night. After all, this is Nebraska. Anyway, I was listening to one of the meteorologists and he was talking about the weather today. He said we would probably have some sun and it would melt some of the snow because the snow did contain a lot of water. Duh! There's a new revelation! All these years I thought snow contained marshmallows, but now this guy tells me it's mostly water.
Have you ever heard any other absurd statements? How about in John 8 when Jesus was talking to the Jews about His teaching. He said that if they would hold to His teachings, He would make them free. Their response? "We are Abraham's descendants and have never been slaves of anyone." Can you believe that? What about all of their occupations in the Old Testament? What about their captivity? What about at the very moment they are speaking? Are not the Romans holding them under their rule of an iron fist?
What about Peter? "I will never forsake you." I think he probably believed that. We give Peter a hard time, but the Scripture says the rest of them said the same thing.
What about us? Do we ever make rash statements that are absolutely absurd and untrue or just plain stupid? I have to admit, I'm the king of that one. Promises I make to God, not owning up to my own mistakes, making it sound like I've got everything under control. Maybe that's why Jesus told us to make sure we got the plank out of our own eye before we take the splinter out of our neighbor's eye. Perhaps we would do better to mind our own business and work on our own lives instead of condemning everyone else. So raise your hand and repeat after me. "I promise not to make rash statements today. I will not speak until my brain is fully engaged. And I promise not to deny the obvious working of the Lord in my life." Have a great day. JW

All My Life

One of our newer members is a gentlemen who has a great talent for painting. He has had several of his art works displayed at the request of the Audubon Society. He moved from Alaska, so naturally his paintings are of nature (no pun intended on the "naturally" comment). All of us who see his works ask him, "How long does it take you to paint one of these?" I love his answer. He says, "All my life."
So many times we think the walk of Christianity is a quick fix. Become a disciple, "get" baptized, and we immediately think good thoughts, never say an evil word again, and generally just act as a Christian should. Instead our response should be like my friend's. "How long has it taken you to become as you are?" "All my life....and I'm still not there yet." Have a great day. And keep going on your journey. JW

I Saw God This Morning

I saw God this morning. No, it wasn't one of those "out of body" experiences or anything similar. I was walking toward the east when I saw the morning sunlight hitting the clouds. The beauty in the purple and pink hue of the marshmallow-like clouds reminded me that God is still in control of everything.
But that wasn't all of what I saw. Even though it's been above freezing during the day and melting the snow, during the evening it gets below freezing again and changes everything,. The water that runs down the street from the melting snow lies in a motionless way still looking as if it is still running. The ripples frozen in place give a a illusion of water running even though it's frozen. And the frost on the concrete makes thousands of gold and silver sparkles. I remember this scene from an earlier time in my life. Walking on the beach in southern California near San Diego, I remember seeing similar sparkles. They call it "fool's gold" out there. I'm not sure what they would call frost on concrete.
The thought went through my mind, "Of course, the clouds are beautiful. They've always been that way." But the concrete is old and hard and cracked and grey. But if God can take something that old and cracked and grey and make it into something beautiful, what can He do with a life that's old and cracked and grey?

For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature--have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. Romans 1:20

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1

The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." Psalm 14:1

As I finished my walk today, I heard the song sung originally by Rich Mullens, but this time by Michael W. Smith, "Everywhere I go I see you. Everywhere I go I see you." Thanks, guys, for the reminder. The cloud by day, the fire by night. Everywhere I go, I see You. Have a great day. JW

Unwholesome Talk

Piggy-backing on yesterday's blog, have you noticed how much criticism there is in the world? Everyone has an opinion. Sometimes we're vocal, sometimes we vent only to those around us. But it spreads into the church. Two groups of people are the targets of a lot of criticism. Preachers, for one. "His sermon was soooo boring!" Or, "I just didn't get anything out of the sermon today." But, in my humble opinion, most criticism is guided toward elders/shepherds. They don't do enough to suit me. They did too much. Just do something. I had an elder tell me one time that elderships were the statues and the congregation was the pigeons. How sad! What gives us the right to do such a thing?
The Scripture is full of instructions concerning this. Don't believe me?

Do not rebuke an older man harshly, but exhort him as if he were your father. I Timothy 5:1

Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. Ephesians 4:29

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. Philippians 4:8

"Well, it's true!" seems to be our only rallying cry when it comes to gossip. Unwholesome talk. Interested phrase. What is "unwholesome talk?" Sounds to me that it's anything that doesn't build up. Join me, would you, in trying to be a positive influence, in saying only things that build up. Let's not gossip. Let's not criticize. Let's encourage. Let's not tear down. Let's extend this courtesy to all. I think that's part of loving your neighbor as yourself. Have a great day. JW

Winning the Argument

I'm a little tired of the political bickering that goes on the news channels of today. It seems the one who yells the loudest, interrupts the most, or demeans his opponent is the one who is deemed the winner.
I think that's how we think we win the argument when speaking of spiritual things. "Be ready to give an answer!" we proclaim. I find Jesus' response very interesting. Brought before Herod, he says nothing. Before Pilate, once again relatively nothing. "Well, you don't understand, they wouldn't have listened anyway." Probably true. But Jesus could have answered more profoundly and could have had a tremendous influence. He could have even won the argument. But he still would have been put on a cross and crucified.
Which brings me back to my original point. I'm not sure the argument is to be made. Paul's statement concludes his statement about giving an answer with "gentleness and respect." Jesus didn't respond. Often we win the argument and lose the war. Perhaps a we need more who are gentle in spirit, soft-spoken, and don't have to be right all the time.
"Are you saying we are not to defend our Christianity?" No, I didn't say that. I'm saying to defend our Christianity doesn't mean we have to win the arugment. Perhaps a life well-lived or a gentle word or a sweet spirit will be a better answer than we can imagine. Raging anger never seems to win the day even when the words may be right. I'm thinking we ought to take the Lord's example more often and just let our actions speak. Have a great day. JW