What About The Heart?

Posted: September 8, 2020 in Meditations

All the people will know it — Ephraim and the inhabitants of Samaria — who say with pride and arrogance of heart, “The bricks have fallen down but we will rebuild with dressed stone; the fig trees have been felled but we will replace them with cedars.”

Isaiah 9:9,10

Lynn, my wife, received a text after the George Floyd riots broke out in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Barry, a friend and colleague at the Department of Education, wrote, “I was wrong, man is not evolving, he is not progressing. So disappointed. Is there any hope?” Barry, a practicing Catholic and a good man, pinned a forty year academic career on the assumption of progressive social evolution. Lynn always pushed back, “Barry, what about the sin problem? We must address the heart.”

God does not dominate social discourse on the internet. In fact, God rarely comes up, and if he does, God gets qualified with the catch phrase, “God and country”. In 2020, the God of the Bible has been replaced with the god of the State. From the left: end racism, get rid of Trump; heal division, get rid of Trump; the ills of our nation reside in the reconfiguration of the State. The right holds to traditional institutions. Many clothe themselves in God and country but rarely give attention to sin and the heart of man. We will make the State great again. Can any moral grievances be addressed without an address of the heart?

Pride and arrogance, the prophet Isaiah calls out the corporate sin of the State. How bad were they? 2 Chronicles 28 opens the window to their depravity. The northern kingdom of Israel (Ephraim and Samaria) massacred 120,000 men, women, and children in the southern kingdom of Judah. 200,000 of their kinsmen were taken to Samaria as slaves. In a rare display of conscience, a prophet and civic leaders said, “This is a bridge too far for even us. Feed our kinsmen, clothe them, and take them back to their homes.” Even when they suffered loss to enemies to the east and west, Samarian leadership refused to reform their wicked ways. Injustice prevailed, the poor suffered, and the rich ruling class said, “We will build bigger and better.” Isaiah said, “God is done with your sinful hearts. Judgment is coming and the kingdom of Israel will be no more.”

Man’s cruelty spans the millennia. Why? He has a sin problem. I have a sin problem, it permeates my primal being. I recall a bible study in Richmond, Missouri. We visited after the study with drinks and snacks. I was conversing with a group of men when our host said, “Phil, if you won’t discipline your son, I will.” As the agitated man reached for my son, I said, “Stop, I’ll handle it. Sorry for not watching.” My three year old son was pouring soda from one glass into another. Nobody knew what just happened inside me, adrenaline coursed my system. My body was prepared to kill in order to protect my son. I’m wired to protect my own, to suspect strangers, to recognize kin. History confirms our nature. We kill, maim, and destroy in the interests of our own. Worse, we justify it. Jeremiah said, “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” Jeremiah 17:9

Any resolution of moral issues confronting our families, our church, our communities, must begin with us. I must submit to Christ. I must pray like Christ, “Nevertheless, not my will, but yours be done.” Luke 22:42 I must confess my sin like David, “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit in me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me.” Psalm 51:10-12 Finally, I must obey, I act.,”And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”

The heart is stubborn. Apart from God, I will fail. Pursue God with a whole heart, listen to his voice. The works of righteousness must be his. Our call, our wisdom, our power: all follows out of a surrendered heart. The new heart of God initiates divine revolution, light confronts the violence of darkness.

“We need prayer that…shatters the status quo, drains us of every other interest, excites us by its immense possibilities, sees God as the One that rules on high, sees all things beneath his feet” Leonard Ravenhill

Phil, never forget, in the end, Christ is all that matters.


Posted: September 5, 2020 in Meditations

Two other men, both of them criminals, were also led out to be put to death with Jesus. When they came to the place called “The Skull”, they crucified Jesus there, and the two criminals, one on his right and the other on his left. One of the criminals hanging there hurled insults at him: “Aren’t you the Messiah? Save yourself and us!” The other one, however, rebuked him, saying, “Don’t you fear God? You received the same sentence he did. Ours, however, is only right, because we are getting what we deserve for what we did; but he has done no wrong.” And he said to Jesus, “Remember me, Jesus, when you come as King!” Jesus said to him, “I promise you that today you will be in Paradise with me.”

Luke 23:32,33,39-43

A man came into the vestibule of our church every Sunday morning. Never early, never quite on time, he came in after people had settled into their seats. He never went into the sanctuary. He stood alone, said nothing, then left before pastor dismissed the congregation. Over the weeks, I got a name, Norm. I always offered a seat. He politely said, “No, I’ll stand.” Norm was an older man, the crags in his face, the thick forearms, the leathery hands; they told the arc of his story, a life of toil. But the details of Norm’s life remained a mystery.

Each Sunday I watched the doors waiting for Norm to show up. I made a point to look him square in the eye, smile big, and grab hold of his hand, “Norm, great to see you.” When I got my first smile I knew I had him. He still refused to sit in the sanctuary but he now sat. I sat beside him, he no longer stood alone.

I asked Steve, our pastor, “What’s up with Norm? He won’t go into church. He comes late and leaves early.” Steve paused, chose his words carefully, “Norm has a story most people can’t handle. Every time he tells his story, churches ask him to leave and not return. His own family shuns him. He’s done prison time. He seeks redemption but fears it is too late. The reason he doesn’t go into the sanctuary? Norm is convinced he is unworthy.” My family moved to another community soon after. I often wondered, “How is Norm doing?”

Two years passed and we were in town for a family visit. I went to a Saturday morning men’s fellowship meeting at the church. To my delight, Norm was there. We gave each other a hug, the feeling mutual. A time of sharing commenced. Nothing dramatic, men spoke of the goodness of God. Norm sat silent, his arms crossed, he listened to each man talk. Norm then raised his hand. A pregnant pause, he panned the room of men with his eyes, “I think you are all full of shit.” Nervous laughter broke out but everyone got the message. That was Norm’s way of saying, “Stop playing church, get real. Don’t waste my time or yours with nonsense.” The meeting took on a refreshing honesty. That was pure Norm. Sunday morning I looked for Norm. He was already in the church sanctuary. I smiled. Norm found mercy, acceptance. He now lived in grace.

The last time I saw Norm was on a Sunday morning.. He stood with arms raised on the front row of the church. The man who dared not enter a sanctuary now stood lost in worship to his Great God, infinite goodness. Less than a month later, Norm passed away. He did not die alone. The men of his church loved Norm as much as he loved them. Sweet times passed in that hospital room. Norm knew where he was going. Like the thief on the cross, Jesus told Norm, “Today you will be with me in Paradise.”

Weeks after the funeral, Norm’s wife brought a gift to Pastor Steve. “Norm wanted you to have this.” It was Norm’s bible. Pastor Steve saw beyond Norm’s horrific past. The warp of sin did not obliterate the divine investment in Norm’s life. The church took a broken defeated man into their lives and loved him as their own. Jesus did the rest. Norm’s last act, the gift of his bible. How precious, what a thank you, what a friend.

Family Lessons

Posted: September 4, 2020 in Meditations

“What is desired in a man is steadfast love, and a poor man is better than a liar.”

Proverbs 19:22

I just got back from a family reunion on the Jersey Shore. My East Coast family graciously invited us into their yearly tradition. This morning I asked the Holy Spirit, “Show me what I should take from these past three days. What spoke into my life?” I finally have quiet time to reflect, to have God speak to my heart, and for me to hear and see those memories. Two images capture my mind. Each illuminates a vital dynamic of family, both point to the love of the Great God, infinite goodness.

“Allie, can I give you my phone number? Cousin Phil would love to see that new song you write, that fresh recording you make.” A smile cracked her lips. She entered my number into her phone. That moment meant the world to me. Yes, this is my cousin’s daughter. And yes, she is family. But Allie is so much more than that. She is the treasured child of the Most High God. As a member of her extended family, I am a trustee. I nurture and encourage this young girl. I speak words of life, I pray, I love unconditionally. You see, the love of Christ elevates family ties to another level. Christ-in-us sees divine worth and purpose in each other. Politics, status, occupation: the values of this world are just noise compared to the shared life in Christ. We see the divine calling in each other. The first text I get from Allie? Cousin Phil will be floating on clouds. Why? One, I celebrate the gifts and person God is developing. Two, I have an opportunity to affirm this special child of God.

I saw Dad delicately place his strong hands on the shoulders of his daughter, Layla, his head drawing near to hers. The body language spoke the deep love held between a father and daughter. I know this love. The touch of my daughter makes me feel like I am ten feet tall. When Greg touched his daughter, I saw God touching me: pure love, gentle, protective, unconditional.

Lord, continue to shape my heart. Instruct that heart. Thank you for three days with family that loves you with a whole heart. I thank you, Lord, for fathers who honor you in their dedication to family. Jordan, you vowed to be a great dad. Your work shows. I celebrate your heart, your devotion to Lane, Mack and Cate. Richard, I love your heart. I see it with Kaara and your son. It’s easy to admire your mind but it is your gentle restrained manner that belies a desire to be a righteous man. Greg, this wasn’t the right time but I covet that day when we can take our relationship to a deeper level. That day will come. Thor, you set a righteous marker for this family of men. I can see you wince and shake your head as I write this — Ha! But it’s true. You stood strong, willing, and faithful through the thick and thin of our family history. I applaud you, total respect. You are that “desired man” in Proverbs 19:22. These three days confirmed the words of Grandpa Brown, “In the end, Christ is all that matters.”

The Path All Travel

Posted: August 29, 2020 in Meditations


“Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.”

Ecclesiastes 1:4

I pulled away from the driveway this morning, headed to Panera for some coffee and a blueberry bagel. Two doors down, two adults in their sixties packed furniture into the back of a trailer. Their Dad passed away three weeks ago. Mom died six days later. Now the children empty the house. Sometime this Fall another couple will move in, life goes on. My wife and I have lived in my folks retirement community for three weeks. The flash of ambulance lights are not uncommon here. Death and struggle meet us all but the aged are most acquainted with the ultimate passage of life.

I’m preparing the house for my parents winter stay here in Florida. Both of them are now closer to ninety years of age. I will soon be 66. A picture of Grandma Brown and my Aunt Faith sits on a table in the living room. Grandpa Brown kneels next to a toddler, my dad, in a picture in the guest bedroom. Pictures of a youthful Grandpa Sheveland and Grandma Sheveland stand upon a dresser in the master bedroom. All are gone now, only vestiges of memories remain. “For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beauty is destroyed.”

This afternoon I finish cleaning and organizing the folks’ garage. I see garden tools, golf shoes, accessories of every ilk. Sadly, few of these items carry relevance to my parents today, more vestiges of a vibrant life now passed. My daughter squeals when I talk about death — she claims I fixate on the subject, probably true. But death greets every one of us sooner or later.

Algoma Boulevard winds through the city cemeteries of Oshkosh, Wisconsin. The name Mierswa appears on a prominent tombstone alongside the road. My friend Danny Mierswa lays six feet under that stone. He took a pointblank gunshot to the chest by a purse snatcher in Los Angeles at the age of 26. Up the road, more graves than I care to count house the remains of family, friends, and acquaintances. My parents will soon join them. We don’t dwell on such things. Moribund, depressing: I agree! But this is life.

“Since the children have flesh  and blood, he too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might break the power of death — that is, the devil — and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.”  Hebrews 2:14,15

“For the man of antiquity … the external world was happy and joyous, but the world’s core was deeply sad and dark. Behind the cheerful surface of the world’s surface of so-called merry antiquity there loomed “chance” and “fate”. For the Christian, the external world is dark and full of suffering, but its core is nothing other than pure bliss and delight”  Richard Shweder

Death has no morbid grip on the Christian. “Where, O death is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”  1 Corinthians 15:55  My Grandma Brown raised her bony hands heavenward, “I just want to pierce the veil.” Grandpa Sheveland kissed his wife, “I’m ready to go home now.” Uncle Leroy irritated his sister with his enthusiasm for heaven. She is still here, she got her wish. My Grandpa Brown’s last words to me, “In the end, Christ is all that matters.” The Christian does not fear death. His hope is in Christ, his purpose eternal, to serve and glorify his Creator forever. “Soon and very soon, we are going to see the King. No more crying there, no more dying there, we are going to see the King.”

Only One You

Posted: August 28, 2020 in Meditations



“I will sing of the Lord’s great love forever; with my mouth will I make your faithfulness known through all generations. I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you have established your faithfulness in heaven itself.”

Psalm 89:1,2

Another morning at the home renovation of Bill and Donna; they were technically my clients but this relationship evolved into a labor of love for friends. I sat with them at the kitchen table sipping coffee. It was Saturday. Bill’s phone rang, it was his sister. A minute later, he hung up. “My mom died.” Tears streamed down his cheeks. “Good or bad, you only get one mom.”

I met Bill’s mother twice, said hello once. Bill honored her every Sunday with a visit. “If it wasn’t for Donna, I wouldn’t go at all, too much pain.” On another occasion Bill said, “Phil, my mother is evil, the most miserable reprehensible human being I know.” I was stunned, speechless, I could scarcely take his words in. How is this possible, a mother and son?

Bill may be the most delightful irreverent force of nature I know. His family means the world to him. An army of friends adore him. I too got sucked in by this guy. Bill is a man of integrity, honest, generous to a fault. How did a young man survive the abuse of a mother and become this man? I don’t know. I do know God graced him with two women of integrity, Donna and her mother. Love makes a way, God knows.

Think of it, in spite of decades of insults and abuse, tears flowed. Bill loved his mom. “Good or bad, you only get one mom.” God loves us. Yes, in spite of our abuse and reprehensible behavior, God still loves us. He weeps over us, he get’s angry over the pain sin causes us. So he made a way, his name, Christ Jesus. “Who being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death — even death on a cross!”

“Good or bad, there is only one you.” You could be the most disgusting person on the planet, God still weeps. You see, God is love, God is faithful. His love endures forever. “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.”  Revelation 3:20

Amazing grace will always be my song of praise                                                                            For it was grace that brought me liberty                                                                                          I do not know just why He ever came to love me so                                                                      He looked beyond my fault and saw my need

And I shall forever lift mine eyes to Calvary                                                                                    To view the cross where Jesus died for me                                                                                      How marvelous the grace that caught my falling soul                                                                  He looked beyond my faults and saw my need

Holy God, Divine Grace

Posted: August 27, 2020 in Meditations

Sin is cosmic treason. Sin is treason against a perfectly pure Sovereign. It is an act of supreme ingratitude toward the One to whom we owe everything, to the One who has given us life itself. Have you ever considered the deeper implications of the slightest sin, of the most minute peccadillo? What are we saying to our Creator when we disobey Him at the slightest point? We are saying no to the righteousness of God. We are saying, ‘God, your law is no good. My judgement is better than yours. Your authority does not apply to me. I am above your jurisdiction. I have the right to do what I want to do, not what You command me to do.'”

R.C. Sproul   “The Holiness of God”

I’m an old man, I can barely navigate Facebook. I have a friend named Joe, a man who loves Jesus like few others. Joe posted an affirmation to the life of unborn babies. I loved it and decided to reply. My words celebrated fundamental precepts of Christianity, man created by and for God, created in love, by love, and for love. Each and every life is sacred unto God including children in the womb. I quoted Jeremiah 1:5, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you to the nations.” Joe will enjoy this, I thought. He loves Scripture. And I moved on with my day. Later, I see comments on my post. New to this game, I get excited, like getting a letter when I was young. My first comment, an angry one, in sum, “You do not control me with your dogma. Your Bible verse means nothing to me.” Wow, I didn’t expect this. I thought I was talking to my buddy, Joe. Who is this? The thread carried on. I soon found out what this person really hated, the Christian God. That God fell below his standards. A righteous God cannot and will not condemn millions of human beings to hell.

Man has always been arrogant in his sin. He blames God for man’s mess, tells God how he should behave, and then tells God what to do. I know, I’ve done it myself, multiple times. We play God with ourselves and with others. The proper question should be, “Why does God bother to save anybody?” R. C. Sproul is right, “We say no to the righteousness of God.” 

Who is God? “I AM WHO I AM” Exodus 3:14  “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life,  and that life was the light of all mankind.” John 1:1-4  The Christian God is the creator and sustainer of all that is. He is the source of life. From quantum particles, to the edges of our expanding universe, and what lays beyond or within, God is. All powerful, we see flashes of that creative power in quasars. No man can withstand a direct contact with the Christian God. He is holy other than, awesome in power. Isaiah cries out, “Woe to me, I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and I have seen the King, The Lord Almighty.” My sin merits no mercy, no grace, I deserve obliteration. But something happened, and now I know, He touched me and made me whole. “Yet to all those who did receive Him, to those who believed in his name, He gave the right to become children of God — children not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.” John 1:12,13


I Love You, Lord

Posted: August 25, 2020 in Meditations

“I love the Lord, for he heard my voice: he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.”

Psalms 116:1,2

“I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer: my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”

Psalms 18:12

“I love you, Lord.” Read those words again aloud, make them your own. What does that simple phrase of adoration mean to you? Each of us carries a unique story, it continues to unfold in time. What role has God played in your story? David’s story often placed him squarely in the face of death. David cries out to God to deliver him in Psalms 18 and 116. The terrors of life drove David into the arms of Almighty God.

Nine years ago I laid in a bed, a ceiling fan pushed air in the silence of my bedroom. Life ebbed within, I was dying. I felt no fear, no anger, no resignation. Six years of struggle refined me, now a simple man with a simple life confined to the walls of my simple home. I sang the words to a simple chorus, “If I live, well, praise the Lord. If I die, well, praise the Lord. If I live or die, my only cry will be, Jesus in me, praise the Lord.” I looked through that ceiling, through the roof of my home, beyond the heavens to the ethereal other, heaven. “I love you, Lord.” It wasn’t like this when I fell 26 feet off a roof gable and landed on the back of my head. A funny thing happens when when the life you’ve made gets snatched from you. You find out where your identity rests. My identity wasn’t in Christ, it was in my work. God, family, others all revolved around my creative impulses. Sad, tragic, I’m embarrassed at my stupidity when I think about it.

How did I go from a “working man” to a “devoted lover of God”? My misery, my desperation, my spiritual nakedness drove me into the arms of God. Suffering holds no glamour, no glory, but it houses meaning as poignant as any ethereal event. No matter where, no matter what, God is there, God knows, God waits. Life happens to us all. In my struggle, I read, I prayed. My health worsened but my heart warmed, even as the cords of death entangled me. I rekindled my love for the Almighty in his presence. “He is my rock, my fortress, my deliverer.” Death does not have the final say. I belong to God. I grew to appreciate three great truths. One, as long as I have breath, I have purpose. Two, God majors in the reweaving of my life. Three, no matter how I am compromised in the eyes of man, I am never compromised in the eyes of God.

Nine years have passed since he raised me up out of that bed. My heart yearns for his presence. Each moment is a gift. An old hymn speaks more eloquently than I do.

More about Jesus would I know                                                                                                          More of his grace to others show                                                                                                         More of his saving fullness see                                                                                                           More of his love who died for me

“I love you, Lord.” In the end, Christ is all that matters.

More Of His Fullness

Posted: August 24, 2020 in Meditations


“Put on therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, bowels of mercies, kindness,humbleness of mind,meekness, longsuffering….”

Colossians 3:12

Another morning of heartbreak, images of fiery riots dominate the news feed of my phone. Hate and vengeance raged in the name of justice for the oppressed. A dystopian voice cries out, “Give us what is rightfully ours or we will burn this nation to the ground.” How do we respond to legitimate grievance? Do we shun the grievance because thugs destroy and loot? How do we respond as Christians? What voice do we bring to the discourse? I, for one, need wisdom beyond myself. I search the Scripture. I seek the heart of God in prayer. I listen for the quiet voice of the Holy Spirit. I read the words of proven saints, I listen to the learned dialogue on podcasts. My overarching prayer, “Almighty God, speak to my heart, grip my being tight within your holy shroud. Discipline my tongue. Silence any speech of fallen ignorance. Others must see Jesus in me.”

Every morning, I click on Todd Trotter’s Twitter feed. A godly businessman from Milwaukee, I can count on Todd to speak into my life with Scripture, a great quote, or a pithy personal observation. Today he posted Colossians 3:12. That Scripture summarized much of my reading yesterday. Wise saints, Gloria Gaither and Tim Keller, spoke life into mine. Both reinforced fundamental truths for me. One, I am a sinner saved by grace, recreated to fulfill my divine purposes through Jesus Christ my Lord. Two, I am not my own. My life, my stuff — none of it belongs to me. I am a steward of God’s life, God’s stuff,  a remarkable truth in a culture of individualism. Three, I no longer exercise power to serve my ends. No, power now consecrates itself to the service of others in the name of Jesus Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

The “new man”, raised up when I surrendered all to God, is now working itself out in me through the faithful diligence of my senior partner, the Holy Spirit. I ask him every morning, “Make me more like Jesus.” Make no mistake, I fail, I blow it, pure and simple. I possess defects in temperament. I am passionate, an attribute in the Spirit, a catastrophe in the flesh. But I refuse to define myself by my failures. I define myself by grace, by the new man God shapes and employs as an instrument of service to others. My identity rests in Christ.

So, where do I begin? How do I respond to a chaotic angry world? The answer for me, today, rests in Colossians 3:12. Phil, show mercy. Demonstrate kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Don’t turn your back on those who hurt you. Forgive them as Jesus Christ forgave you. Above all else, love others with the love of Jesus. Love the unlovely when others cease to care. Never forget, in the end, Christ is all that matters.

Family Legacy

Posted: August 21, 2020 in Meditations



“Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. They are a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck.”

Proverbs 1:8-9

Memories that course my mind in the wee hours of night often instruct my life, none more than the images of family, some a full half century past. What dominates those images of yesteryear? The house? Furniture? A car? No, instead I hear laughter, the timber of a voice not heard in decades. Delightful smells waft from a kitchen, a simple farm table gets set. Family meant everything to my parents, to my parents’ parents. Above all else, Jesus Christ reigned in their homes.

This week I awoke to the voices of my great-grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa Bluhm sang hymns to the strum of a mandolin and a guitar. My extended family joined in, we filled the quaint living and dining rooms. Those precious voices and images faded into consciousness. “Where did that come from?” I asked. “Heaven sent”, my spirit replied. And I immediately knew why.

My wife and I are in transition. We now seek a new home, a new beginning for this season of life. We tour homes, we love the fantasies of “what ifs”. The world expertly markets shiny objects. Who wouldn’t want to live in a castle placed upon an edenic paradise? To those who can, I applaud you. You earned it. But the kids will not fixate on the grandeur of a home. They will treasure the magic of family.

Even now as I write, my mind sits me at the table in Grandma and Grandpa’s kitchen. Grandma reads today’s entry from the “Daily Bread”. Grandpa bows his head and prays. The words barely audible, the tone reverential, Grandpa offers thanks for God’s blessings. They never had much. The home, humble by any standards, harbored less than a thousand square feet. A white picket fence circumscribed prim gardens and stately walnut trees. But what do I treasure most? What do I long for? My grandpa’s hug, the sound of his voice when he calls me, “Snickerfritz”.

Heritage, legacy…my love for Christ is not circumstance. I stand as a witness to faithful ancestors of a faithful God. Their quest is now ours, we serve Almighty God. We generate a witness and memories to our children and to our children’s children. Be faithful, commit righteous acts, impart a godly legacy. Never forget, in the end, Christ is all that matters.

A Better Way

Posted: August 20, 2020 in Uncategorized



“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the Lord. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool. If you are willing and obedient, you will eat the good things of the land; but if you resist and rebel, you will be devoured by the sword.” For the mouth of the Lord has spoken,

Isaiah 1;18-20

Paul sat in a room with friends that loved him dearly. Nobody smiled, the pall of death enveloped the air. Paul, my roommate at college, said, “I’m done. I can’t live this life any longer. I’m gay and always will be. I’m walking away from the church.” Prayers were spoken and tears were shed. Paul walked out of our lives. The issue was never about sex. The real issue was lordship. Who captains the ship of my life? Your Life? We choose every day whom we will serve. Where is your identity? Is it in Christ?  Your sexuality? Your gender? Your job? Your appearance? Life gets complicated apart from Christ because the answer is rarely linear. The sin of pride masks itself in clothes of self delusion.

Let’s face it, humanity is sin stupid. Why do we insist upon messing up our lives and the lives of others? And then what do we do? We either blame God or deny he even exists. I love this quote from Matthew Henry, “No man will say, ‘There is no God’ till he is so hardened in sin that it has become his interest that there should be none called to account.” Bottom line, we need God desperately. He designed us that way.

Why is it so hard to submit to God? Why do we insist on usurping his role in our lives? How many of us must be devoured by the sword before we submit? Sin warps us, we lose all perspective. “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.” Isaiah 5:20  We lose our way, we squander the gift of life.

God offers a better way to the willing, to those who trust and obey. He cleanses us. He frees us from the chains of sin. He fills us with hope and with the love of his heart. We now drink in life with purpose. God condescends to be my friend. I no longer walk alone and I am who I always was meant to be. The words of this old hymn grow more familiar, more real each day that passes in submission to him.

I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses. And he walks with me and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own; and the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.

In the end, Christ is all that matters.