The GraceFaithWorks Sandwich – A Third Bite

In the second bite of this way-too-long running series (which began here), I made some unsubstantiated claims about what I believe. Unsubstantiated, that is, by citing scripture references – and I would like to correct that. I said:

”… whatever a Christian does in this life is really not his or her own work, but God’s work through her or him (1 Corinthians 12:6; Philippians 1:3-6; 2:13; Galatians 2:8; Hebrews 13:21). It is no longer we who live, but Christ in us (Galatians 2:20). He created us for good works (Ephesians 2:10). We’re partners in the good works He does through us (1 Corinthians 3:9; 2 Corinthians 6:1). He gives us the eyes to see them and the ears to hear of the need for them. He gives us the bodies, hands and feet to accomplish them (Luke 14:13-14). They become His hands, His feet (Acts 4:32-35; 1 Corinthians 3:16; 6:20; 12:27). He gives us the energy (Colossians 1:29) and time (2 Corinthians 9:8) with which to do them. He gives us His own example to show us how and why (John 13:15; 1 John 3:16). He gives us His own Spirit to empower us to do those good works (Ephesians 1:19). If we don’t do them, we don’t really believe (James 2:26). If we know to do good and don’t do it, it’s sin to us (1 Peter 4:10; James 4:17). And if others judge our gospel by the way we live it or don’t (Galatians 2:14; Philippians 1:27), by whether we do it or not – why should God judge us any differently (Matthew 25:31-46)?”

Some of my beliefs are insubstantial and unsubstantiated. These are not among them.

And I hope they give a few moments of quiet meditation to those who disagree.

Frankly, it gives me pause to realize that I am not applying the Nike hermeneutic as often as I should.

How to Judge Others

“Do not judge, or you too will be judged.
“For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”
~ Matthew 7:1-3

It’s the verse above the one I chose to theme my blog that gives me even more pause. “For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”

Does Jesus mean that when I judge others, they will judge me the same way? Or that God will judge me the same way? Or both?

He doesn’t say.

But I tend to think He’s talking about God’s judgment of me. If others judged me the way I judge them, that would be almost-miraculously fair of them. They would somehow have an accurate sense of how I judge them, and they would use the same measure in judging me, laying aside their own measure of judgment. Very selfless! Perhaps even commendable!

And not very likely, is it?

So if judge others and condemn them for infractions of what I deign to be the law of Christ, doesn’t that mean that God will judge and condemn me for infractions of what He knows to be the law of Christ?

If I am self-righteous in my judgment of others, doesn’t He have the right to be truly righteous in His judgment of me?

At the same time, if I show grace and mercy to those with whom I disagree – even if I am right! – will not God show grace and mercy to me in judgment about matters in which I have been wrong, and He has ultimately been right?

If I withhold judgment of others that I deem is God’s privilege alone, will He not exercise that judgment? Do I really need to worry that someone is getting away with something I feel is wrong, but about which He has not chosen to speak?

And, as a general rule, when scripture encourages us to judge, doesn’t it usually add the words “for yourselves”?

What an incredible burden judgment places on me. How underqualified I am to exercise it. How scarred with splinters are my own eyelids.

Sometimes they are so swollen that I can only look within.

Do I see His grace there?

Do I see the crown of righteousness that He will award me – purchased with blood from the crown of thorns He wore?

Do I see the only One righteous to judge?

Do I look forward to the day of His appearing?

Or do I see a cold, blind, judging self, dressed in filthy rags, proclaiming the apparel of others more pathetic and tattered and grimy?

Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. ~ 1 Timothy 4:8

I believe Jesus tells me exactly how to judge others:

“Don’t.” ~ Luke 6:37

Goodbye, Fluffy

She was twenty years old but not prematurely gray. She had been gray all her life, from the time she was just a handful of kitten and a gift from my wife to her mom.

Of course, I had never met any of them at that time. Fluffy was a companion for my mom-in-law, a shy under-bed dweller who was especially afraid of men.

I didn’t let that stop me from trying to make her acquaintance. After a few visits to her mom’s house in Texas, I coaxed her out from under the bed and found that she liked to have her head and belly rubbed – and that she liked to scratch and chew your hand gently when you obliged her.

When we moved my mom-in-law from Texas up to Little Rock to live nearer to us almost six years ago, Angi wanted to have Fluffy put to sleep rather than put a 14-year-old cat through the hot ride in mid-summer. I talked her out of it. I’m glad I did. She made the trip just fine. The place where my mom-in-law lives in Little Rock doesn’t permit pets, though, so Fluffy came to live with us.

Our other two cats were more or less indifferent to her – as she was to them – but somehow respected her seniority. When we added a cocker spaniel a year ago, he indiscriminately took to all of them like long-lost cousins.

In the last year, Fluffy had grown thinner and thinner. As her teeth deteriorated, she could only eat soft food – and the other pets let her have plenty, preferring the crunchy kind – but her digestive system was never very happy. She grew gaunt. She hasn’t been able to hop up to her rightful place on the bed for several months because of the arthritis in her back legs, but she never complained. (If you hang around some of the same blogs I do, you may remember that I commented about Fluffy on salguod‘s blog a couple of months ago.)

One of her favorite things to do was talk with us. She only knew two words – “Mama” and “Hello?” – but she got the pronunciation right and the inflection perfect, including the cleft-kitty-lipped “m,” the aspirated “h,” and the rising inflection at the end of “Hello?”.

Sometimes when we came home, she would come sit at the top of the stairs and say “Hello?” and wait for us to say it back to her. She would go back and forth with us, repeating it for as long as we were willing. Sometimes, she’d do it even though we’d been home for a long time!

She would say “mama” mostly when she was hungry. She knew who fed her.

Last evening, while Angi and I were at a formal dinner at the University, something happened. It might have been a stroke. When we came home, I found Fluffy only semi-responsive, eyes glazed, reclined with her head against the water dish. She could barely get up. She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t drink. She couldn’t fully stand. She’d just squat by the water dish, looking longingly at it. Once, she dipped her tongue into it. But she couldn’t swallow. The drop of water dribbled down her chin.

We tried to make her comfortable, but she couldn’t get comfortable. We had hoped maybe she would improve during the night, but by morning it was clear that she was suffering – and unwilling to put her head down, lest she fall asleep and not awaken again.

Laura was inconsolable for a while, wailing “I don’t want her to die” over and over. Matthew, stolidly, just rubbed her head and belly.

After the children had had a chance to say goodbye to her and had gone to school; after Angi had called her mom to see if she wanted to go with me to the vet (she didn’t), I took Fluffy for her last ride.

She was pretty close to gone before we got there.

I was handling it all right until the vet’s assistants took her to the back room for the shot. Then I just sank into a chair and sobbed. The kindness of a stranger – an older lady with a quiet new puppy – consoled me with an arm around my shoulder.

Then they brought me her collar and tags, and I took them home.

Goodbye, Fluffy.

It wasn’t so much that we hardly knew ye – but that we knew you so long and you loved us so much.

We will miss your greeting when we come home.

Seven Years

Tomorrow will be seven years.

So much has been said and written, painted and filmed, discussed and rehashed about the horrific events of that day, I have no hope that I can add sense to the senselessness, add poetry to the grace shown by so many, add honor and dignity to the lives lost and the lives given to save others.

But I will dispassionately sound a note for justice.

I will not scream. I will not weep. I will not shout. I will not demand.

I will continue to insist on justice.

I will continue to require my government – whatever agency, party, department, wing, functionary, official, commander or civil servant can serve – I will continue to require my government to ferret out the mastermind of the attacks of 9/11 and all of his minions, and bring them to justice before a court that is equally dispassionate and equally insistent that right should be done.

Not vengeance, which is the Lord’s.

Not overreaction, which is inexcusable.

Not freedom to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness beyond the reach of law and decency.

Not forgiveness, which is not the property of such a court to give.

Justice.

Pure and simple.

And now.

Seven years is unacceptable.

Politics As Unusual

I don’t blog about politics very often. I know some folks find it fascinating and can get their foundation garments in quite a wad when something is said to denigrate the process (as if it is God-given-to-the-founding-fathers law) or, especially, to marginalize the party of their choice (as if it were heaven-delivered-to-Washington perfect).

So let me say something which will equivocally and roundly offend everyone.

I think it’s a cryin’, stinkin’, squealin’ shame that Americans really only have a choice between one candidate/party which favors legal abortion-on-demand and another candidate/party which favors prolonging a war in a country where we have never had any business being and are not wanted until some undefined “victory” can be declared there, even if it’s a century down the road.

I think it’s a travesty that Americans must choose between an energy policy that is unrealistically eco-friendly and one that unapologetically shoves money into the pockets of energy interests which are robbing us blind and enjoying record profits while doing so.

I think it’s reprehensible that both major parties should select a candidate or running mate who is so wet-behind-the-ears and experience-free that their primary qualifications are youth and gender or race.

I think it’s gutless, spineless, and ignorant for a two-party Congress to blame the other side of the aisle for out-of-control spending and then promise to pay for the resulting debt by cutting taxes … in a grand bi-partisan way, of course.

I think it’s absurd that the two-party system has gravitated toward ridiculous extremes on virtually everything that could be considered an issue to Americans; things that affect the way we live and believe and do business.

I don’t think the answer is voting for cloutless special-interest parties created and perpetuated by political gnomes like Ross Perot or Ralph Nader.

I don’t think the answer is not voting at all, as a sort of resigned, hopeless protest.

I just think we ought to know what and whom we’re voting for, be mature enough to admit that we’re being hoodwinked by a system that does not have our best interests at heart – only a party platform – and to vote with a clear conscience for what each of us believes is the lesser of two evils.

Then pray for the day when reason will prevail and defeat at least the most outlandish of the truly evil propositions put forward in Congress and subject to the pen of the President and the whims of the courts … for the day when our resources will no longer be squandered on pork or excessive military costs or the advantage of power for one party above the other … for the day when we can look at the process with pride and see politics as unusual.

Labor Day

At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes.

Even so, Father: for so it seemed good in thy sight.

All things are delivered unto me of my Father: and no man knoweth the Son, but the Father; neither knoweth any man the Father, save the Son, and he to whomsoever the Son will reveal him.

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. ~ Matthew 11:25-30

There will be some folks who work today. Policemen, firemen, rescue and medical workers.

And at least three American Red Cross volunteers, looking after the needs of Hurricane Gustav evacuees from the New Orleans area, housed in the Family Life Center at my church.

Keep them all in your prayers, if you will.

They are meek and lowly in heart. And they could use a lighter burden.

On the Day of His Return

Sometimes I think we miss the point of some of Jesus’ stories because the language and the setting and the culture is foreign to us: primitive, agrarian, pedestrian even. Too simple for us, removed from the expressions, land and commerce of two thousand years ago.

So what if we re-examined some of them with what we think of as more elevated language, civilized locale, and sophisticated economy? Would they make more sense to us?

“Again, it will be like an investor going on a journey, who called his fund managers and entrusted his assets to them. To one he gave five billion dollars in cash, to another two billion dollars, and to another one billion, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. The man who had received the five billion dollars went at once and put his money to work and gained five more. So also, the one with the two billion dollars gained two more. But the man who had received the one billion went off, dug a hole in the ground and hid his employer’s money.

“After a long time the employer of those fund managers returned and hear their year-end reports that very evening. The one who had received the five billion dollars brought the other five. ‘Boss,’ she said, ‘you entrusted me with five billion dollars. See, I have gained five more.’

“Her employer replied, ‘Outstanding work! Vision worthy of an excellent fund manager! You have been bold with a few investments; I will put you in charge of many assets. I want you to be the keynoter at the annual stockholders’ meeting!’

“The one with the two billion dollars also came. ‘Boss,’ he said, ‘you entrusted me with two billion dollars; look, I have doubled your investment.’

“His employer replied, ‘Great work! Instincts of an excellent fund manager! You have been courageous with a few investments; I will put you in charge of many assets. I want your report to follow the keynoter!’

“Then the one who had received the one billion came. ‘Boss,’ he said, ‘I knew that you are a stingy guy, expecting returns where you have not invested and collecting dividends in markets where you have not capitalized. So I was fiscally responsible and went out and deposited your billion in the vault. See, here is what belongs to you. Although it’s worth a little less, due to inflation … and the volatility of the markets … and taxes. About half-a-billion, really. And that’s not my fault, you know.’

“His employer replied, ‘You insolent, cowardly doofus! So you knew that I expect returns where I have not invested and collect dividends where I have not capitalized? Well then, you should have at least put my money in a low-rate CD, so that when I returned I would have it back with interest.

“‘Take the billion from him and give it to the one who has the ten billion dollars. For everyone who has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. And fire that worthless fund manager, escort him outside into the darkness, and give him a weepy romance novel to chew on while he’s in the unemployment line.’ ~ Matthew 25:14-30 (KBV*)

Okay, maybe not perfectly word-for-word in line with the original, but I’ve read versions of the Bible that are just as free with their interpretation.

Does it help?

Maybe. It’s very American! But does it carry the original intent of the story?

Matthew’s version of the story is part of a trilogy Jesus relates: Ten wise, ten foolish young ladies. Five talents, two talents, one talent. The sheep who shepherded and the goats who did nothing. – All in a very pointed setting of judgment; and all about planning ahead, watchfulness, faithfulness, courage, willingness to risk, generosity, and an expectation of the day of His return.

The version in Luke 19:11-27 is just what the doctor ordered – chronologically – between Jesus’ visit with Zacchaeus the collaborator/tax agent who had personal integrity, and His triumphal procession into Jerusalem. The parable of the minas is even more brutal in its judgment scene than the story of the talents; the faithless inaction of the one-mina servant seems to tick off the king so much that he orders those who opposed his reign to be slaughtered in front of him. (v. 27)

The purpose of the parable as Dr. Luke states it was not so much economic instruction as eschatological teaching – and that big word “eschatological” just means that Jesus would go away and suddenly return in judgment:

While they were listening to this, he went on to tell them a parable, because he was near Jerusalem and the people thought that the kingdom of God was going to appear at once. ~ v. 11

To get to the bottom of these stories, there are things we need to remember.

First, the kingdom of God is all about sowing seed and reaping a harvest (Matthew 13:1-43). So if we remove the metaphor that the worthless servant uses to describe his “hard” master – reaping where he does not sow – we miss some of the point of it.

Second, the whole purpose of using parables is to conceal from those who have less and reveal to those who have more (Matthew 13:10-17). Have less of what and more of what? The answer Jesus gives seems to be discernment. Those who have a good deal of it – who genuinely want to understand the deep truth about grace that Jesus is trying to communicate to them – will be given more. Those who don’t will be given less discernment of grace, and will read into His stories whatever they want to – or will just shrug Him off as indecipherable.

That key phrase appears, as you have probably already noticed, not only in the cycle of parables in Matthew 13, but also the parable of the talents (Matthew 25:14-30) and the parable of the minas (Luke 19:11-27): “Whoever has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him.”

Puts a whole different light on them, doesn’t it?

Would you like to know what this tells me about Luke’s parable of the minas?

“A Son of noble birth – Son of God, Son of Man – went back to eternity because it was time for His coronation as King – and then to return to the earth. So He called ten of His servants and gave them ten measures of blessing. ‘Put this grace to work,’ He said, ‘until I come back.’

“But in eternity, some of His subjects hated Him and sent a delegation of angels after Him to say, ‘We don’t want this man to be our King.’

“He was made King, however, and returned home. Then He sent for the servants to whom He had given the grace, in order to find out what they had gained with it.

“The first one came and said, ‘Sir, You empowered me to encourage ten others; to give them what You have given me. Now five of them believe and are sharing with ten others – and five of them believe already. Your grace at work in me has redoubled itself.’

“‘Well done, my good servant!’ his Master replied. ‘Because you have been trustworthy in a very small matter, take My grace to ten cities.’

“The second came and said, ‘Sir, You also empowered me and Your grace at work in me has also doubled through five believers – so far!’

“His Master answered, ‘You take My grace to five cities.’

“Then another servant came and said, ‘Sir, here is Your grace; I have kept it laid away in a cloth-bound book. I was afraid of you, because you are a hard man. You take out what you did not put in and reap what you did not sow.’

“His Master replied, ‘I will judge you by your own words, you wicked servant! You knew, did you, that I am a hard man, taking out what I did not put in, and reaping what I did not sow? Why then didn’t you at the very least deposit my grace in cloth-bound books given to others, so that when I came back, I could have collected it with interest?’

“Then He said to those standing by, ‘Take his grace away from him and give it to the one who has ten measures of it.’

“‘Sir,’ they said, ‘he already has ten!’

“He replied, ‘If you want a task done, give it to a busy person. I tell you that to everyone who has, more will be given, but as for the one who has nothing, even what he has will be taken away.’ Then, with His eye still fixed on the wicked servant, He told the bystanders, ‘But those enemies of Mine who did not want Me to be King over them — bring them here for My judgment and let them be obliterated in front of Me.’ ” ~ Luke 19:11-27 (KBV*)

How do you read it?


*Keith Brenton Version

Confession is Good for …

… the soul, you say?

Then I must confess that I have not practiced what I preached. Not very much, anyway.

Almost 13 months ago I preached my one-and-only sermon, What the Rich Man Lacked.

I prayed about having not practiced what Jesus preached afterwards. I came to a conclusion: Jesus meant what He said. Whether He commanded or asked or instructed or advised us to “sell your possessions and give to the poor,” I believe He meant it to be something that would bless others and bless us for doing it – not just in the next world, but this one as well. So I decided that the Nike hermeneutic was best for this scripture: “Just do it.”

And so I did. A little. A few sales on eBay. A little money forwarded from my PayPal account to an online charity well-spoken of for its work in digging water wells in remote areas of Africa and other drought-hindered lands.

Not very much.

If I had done a lot, I wouldn’t have told you at all. I would’ve kept it to myself.

But I didn’t do a lot. I didn’t bless others very much. So it’s no wonder there was little blessing in it for me.

If confession is good for something, maybe it’s good for letting friends know of your failure to your commitment, so they can hold you accountable to it.

Will you hold me accountable?

Meditation and The Purpose of the Law

One of the few places that I think the translators of the New International Version and The Message have come up with a wimpy rendition of the writer’s original intent is their wording of Galatians 3:24:

So the law was put in charge to lead us to Christ that we might be justified by faith.

“Put in charge” was the verb form that they agreed upon to translate a noun that just doesn’t easily translate to English. That’s too bad, because taking the term from a noun to a verb strips it of the personification that Paul’s original poetry here intended.

Various other translations give it to us as “schoolmaster” (KJV), “tutor” (NASV, ASV, Darby), “guardian” (ESV), “teacher” (Contemporary) and “trainer” (Amplified). Maybe my favorite is “child-conductor,” the term that Young’s Literal Translation creates for a position in society that we no longer have.

A footnote in the Holman Christian Standard Bible argues that “In our culture, we do not have a slave who takes a child to and from school, protecting the child from harm or corruption. In Gk the word paidogogos described such a slave. This slave was not a teacher.”

“School bus driver” certainly doesn’t do it.

Even “child-conductor” makes me think of the principle character voiced by Tom Hanks in the movie The Polar Express.

I wonder if perhaps the better image is that of Boothby, the gardener/groundskeeper at Star Trek‘s Star Fleet Academy: an observer, a mentor, an advisor, a life coach helping cadets wrestle with their challenges. Never the faculty, always the staff. Valuing wisdom above knowledge; experience above rote. The paidogogos.

That’s Boothby.

What’s Boothby got to do with meditation?

Meditation on the law – I believe – was part of what God intended for Israel to do with it when He gave it. Rather than just saying to themselves, “The law’s the law; you don’t question it; you just obey it,” I think God truly wanted His people to question it.

Questions like “Why should I have to do this?” or “Why can’t I do that?” should have been legitimate. If you meditate on them, the answers inevitably lead to the conclusion: “Because God loves you. He wants the best for you. He wants you to survive, and thrive, and mature and grow closer to others and to Him your whole life. He wants you to love Him with all your heart, soul, mind and strength. He wants you to love your neighbor as yourself. He wants you to seek out His ways, His will and His nature in His words, creations and His actions.”

The Lord told Moses’ successor Joshua:

Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful. ~ Joshua 1:7-8

And the opening Psalm in the collection declares:

Blessed is the man
who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
or stand in the way of sinners
or sit in the seat of mockers.
But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law he meditates day and night. ~ Psalm 1:1-2

Psalm 119 recommends the practice, not once, not twice, but eight times: on God’s precepts (twice), decrees (twice), ways, wonders, statutes and law. After meditating on God’s law, it becomes written on your heart (Psalm 37:31, 40:8, 119:30, Isaiah 51:7, et al.

Meditation – as well as obedience – was how the law functioned as a paidogogos.

The law was meant to bring God’s people to maturity, to wisdom, to that time when His law would be written not so much on tablets of cold stone nor leaves of perishable papyrus – but on their hearts:

“This is the covenant I will make with the house of Israel after that time,” declares the LORD. “I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people.” ~ Jeremiah 31:33

Paul says that the day when obedience through heart-devotion to God’s law has come, even to the Gentiles:

All who sin apart from the law will also perish apart from the law, and all who sin under the law will be judged by the law. For it is not those who hear the law who are righteous in God’s sight, but it is those who obey the law who will be declared righteous. (Indeed, when Gentiles, who do not have the law, do by nature things required by the law, they are a law for themselves, even though they do not have the law, since they show that the requirements of the law are written on their hearts, their consciences also bearing witness, and their thoughts now accusing, now even defending them.) This will take place on the day when God will judge men’s secrets through Jesus Christ, as my gospel declares. ~ Romans 2:12-16

And that naturally leads to the context of the quote above with that elusive word paidogogos (and here I will switch to the ESV and substitute the original term):

Why then the law? It was added because of transgressions, until the offspring should come to whom the promise had been made, and it was put in place through angels by an intermediary. Now an intermediary implies more than one, but God is one.

Is the law then contrary to the promises of God? Certainly not! For if a law had been given that could give life, then righteousness would indeed be by the law. But the Scripture imprisoned everything under sin, so that the promise by faith in Jesus Christ might be given to those who believe.

Now before faith came, we were held captive under the law, imprisoned until the coming faith would be revealed. So then, the law was our paidogogos until Christ came, in order that we might be justified by faith. But now that faith has come, we are no longer under a paidogogos, for in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. ~ Galatians 3:19-28

So, I have to ask you: has the purpose of Law been completely fulfilled? Have God’s people matured to faith in Christ Jesus, with His law written on their hearts; having put on Christ and become sons of God? Is there complete equality among followers of Christ, without artificial divisions because of race, social status, or gender? Now that Christ has come, is there nothing further that we can learn of God from His original covenant that men did not keep?

In the Star Trek mythos, Boothby knew his place and never left it. When a cadet graduated from the Academy, Boothby’s job was done.

But from time to time, an officer would return from the far-flung stars to see him, to thank him, to seek his wisdom.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt for us to go back and meditate on God’s law from time to time; to seek His wisdom and nature there. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to search out what it means and what is required to worship Him … what He has given and what He has taken away … whether He can use slaves (like Joseph) as well as kings (like David), one race (like Ruth) as well as another (like Esther), and women (like Deborah) as well as men (like fill-in-the-blank) to do His work in this world.

Perhaps we need to revisit Boothby.