January 17, 2018

Just so we are clear from the outset… this is not a devotion or a “Christian” writing.

Over 40 years ago now I worked at a drug counseling center while serving in the U.S. Navy. Back then there were too many guys returning from Vietnam who had gotten caught up in serious drug use.  And of course there were many who had not been to Vietnam who also got caught up in the same.  At the center where I worked we did two things:  We evaluated drug users to determine the best treatment plan for them.  And we offered counseling and small groups.  As part of the evaluation process we showed a video called “Chalk Talk” done by a Catholic Priest named Father Martin.  Father Martin was a recovering alcoholic and that’s the subject of the video.  It was very well done for its day.  (You can still find it on YouTube – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7T5stQQFQg.)  I remember Father Martin going to great lengths to define “Alcoholism.”  Frankly I wouldn’t have thought it that difficult until one tries to put boundaries around a definition.

I didn’t really agree with Father Martin’s definition but I didn’t have a better one. He essentially said, “You are an alcoholic if alcohol has caused you problems in your life.”  He went on to tell a story about a man who got drunk once then had an accident that killed his entire family.  “He is an alcoholic,” said Father Martin.

He also discussed how alcoholics define the word. Basically alcoholism is anything they are not.  “If you drink more than a 6 pack of beer a day, you’re an alcoholic.”  That from those who stop at 6.  “You are an alcoholic if you start drinking in the morning or early afternoon.”  That coming from those who only drink at night.  “You are an alcoholic if you drink hard liquor.”  That from beer or wine drinkers.  And it goes on from there.  The point is that defining our terms is essential to treating and confronting issues.  If we don’t know what we’re talking about how can we progress toward resolution?

Years ago I heard a well-known speaker say this: “If you are white and you were born in the U.S.A. you ARE a racist because it is in the very air we breathe.”  I should add that the speaker was white.  Honestly I don’t necessarily disagree with what he said.  My only question is this: Define “racism.”  I don’t say that in a combative way.  Or even to avoid the issue.  I am seriously asking for a definition so that we all know what we’re talking about.

I had the opportunity to make a few observations for the speaker to address. One was this:  “When we use the term ‘racist’ to define ‘everyone’ from those who are white and born in this country, but are doing all they can to overcome the discrimination and disparity between whites and other minorities to those who wear white sheets and burn crosses in people’s front yards… well, that doesn’t really further the discussion.  What it really does is make people defensive and any reasonable conversation ends there.”  I went on to say that someone needs to invent some new language to help define the boundaries, i.e., a class 1 racist vs. a class 2 racist… Or a chronic racist vs. an “unpremeditated” racist… or whatever.  To my knowledge, no new language has been introduced to help bring clarity to this very serious matter. So we continue to struggle with racial resolution partly because we have no agreed upon words thus we have no idea what we’re talking about.  It’s really not much different than trying to get directions from someone who speaks Russian and only Russian.  They can do a lot of pointing and gesturing but in the end, we will not get where we want to go.

Let me apply this to a REALLY divisive issue.  In recent months President Trump has been accused of being “racist.”  If the speaker I mentioned above is correct, then yes of course he is “racist” because all whites in this country are!  And do you also see how this then doesn’t mean anything?  Those in the press who are calling him a racist are racist themselves.  Those who are opposed to him as president and call him a racist are racist as well.  Those who simply despise him and want him out of office are racist also.  I’m not supporting, defending or accusing anyone of anything other than using language that is meaningless.  I suspect when he is called a racist, it is as a certain type of racist.  But what is it? WE NEED NEW LANGUAGE!

The same idea applies to the recent revelations regarding “sexual harassment.” I agree that many deplorable things have been done to women and that men need to be held accountable for them.  But what things?  Can someone help me by defining what “sexual harassment” is?  Not unlike racism or alcoholism some examples are no brainers.  But what I have heard recently is that on some level sexual harassment is “in the eye of the beholder.”  In other words anyone can define it any way they like.  That doesn’t help!  If we can’t define it we can’t very effectively address it.

Sadly there are few forums where we can discuss these things without fear of being accused of something. I’m not trying to make any political statements or social statements here.  I am simply trying to say that we cannot talk about difficult, sensitive issues if we do not have common language.

Years ago, Ellen and I went on a “Marriage Encounter” weekend. Marriage Encounter teaches a form of communicating for married couples.  Basically, you write letters to each other without assuming the other knows what you mean by the terms you use.  The very first thing they had us do was write to our spouse and define very clearly and specifically what we meant when we said we “loved them,” i.e., what does “love” mean in that context?  It was very difficult and very helpful.

So the next time you hear the words “Alcoholic,” or “Racist,” or “Sexual harassment,” ask yourself this question: “How are they defining or using that term?”  And you may want to ask how you use it as well.


Stuff I remember

I wonder… do you have any memories like these?

I think it was around 4th or 5th grade our teacher came into the class room and said something like this:  “Our whole country will be changing to the metric system so we need to learn what that is.  It’s actually much simpler than what we use now because everything is based on ‘10’s’.”  That began the grand experiment to teach American kids the same system that is used by most of the world.  We learned about “liters, meters, grams…” and who knows what else.  By the end of 5th grade the experiment was over and we never heard of metrics again.  Well at least until chemistry class in High School…

My grandparents bought a farm (not bought “The” farm but bought “a” farm) when I was 6 years old.  My sisters and my cousins and I spent the best years of our young lives on those 60 acres outside of West Sunbury PA.  But if the farm was great, the “two seater” outback was even better!  My cousin Glenn and I sat for a good part of our childhoods in that little space.  Well okay maybe not… but who designs a “two seater” for anyone other than young boys?!  I stopped at the farm 10 years ago or so… guess what?  The two seater is still there… it hasn’t’ been in use since the mid 60’s.

I remember great debates on cold mornings with my sisters and the other kids in the neighborhood.  What were we debating?  How late the school bus could be before we were allowed to go home.  15 minutes was the general consensus.

My sisters and I could never find two matching gloves or mittens when it was time to go out sled riding!  Usually we employed several pair of white socks.  They didn’t match either but who cared.

On cold winter days my sisters and I would carry pails of water out to the hill in our front yard and make a sled riding track.

What’s better than hot chocolate after bitter cold, snot oozing, sled riding?!  Well I don’t know for certain because we never seemed to be able to keep “Nestles Quick” in the house for those occasions.  Or “Ovaltine” for that matter.  My grandmother on the other hand always had those things in great supply.

Yes, I do have a sister who licked a metal pole outside on a bitter day.  It was not funny.

What did you use to get the rust off of your sled rungs on the first snowy day of the winter?  We used wax from candles.  Not sure to this day that it worked.

There was nothing more frightening in my childhood than the threat of being sent to the Principals office.  Children who went down there never returned… or so I thought.

I recall once a week a strange woman poking her head into our elementary classroom asking for several children to come for “speech.”  I had no idea where they were going.  I thought they were going to learn to “give speeches.”  I wanted to learn to give speeches also but I didn’t know how to get into that class.  I didn’t learn until years later that they were going to work on speech impediments.

I remember in 6th grade my teacher pronouncing a word that didn’t sound right to me.  “Mr. Stupid” corrected her in front of the whole class.  She looked at me with venom in her eyes and said: “never correct me again!”  I don’t know how she could have handled that but something different might have prevented it from being one of the most humiliating and memorable moments of my young life.

I remember thinking that it would be cool and exciting to be in a car accident… well until I was in one… the 2nd and third weren’t any better.

I played sports from early boyhood until I graduated from High School… I think my father knew that… but I’m not sure.

I opened up a hot car radiator once.  It landed me in the hospital for several days with 2nd degree burns on my face, arms and chest.  Hard to believe I am so good looking.

It took Ellen several years to realize how wonderful I was.  J

Remember the excitement of “school picnic” days?  Running from one amusement ride to another so that you could squeeze as much fun into one day as possible.  Remember the goofy High School students who wore matching shirts and socks?

I recall going onto haunted house rides and keeping my eyes closed the whole time.  I couldn’t tell you today what was in those places.

I once harangued Ellen into going on a roller coaster with me… one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

I did not know one letter or number when I started 1st grade.  There was no public kindergarten back then, or Sesame Street, or Electric Company…  I was not the only one who was so ill informed.

My first grade teacher punished us by grabbing our shoulders and “shaking” us in front of the class.  Something tells me that would not fly today.

The greatest year of my childhood was from 1959-1960.  My sisters were all in school, my mother and father worked and I got to stay with my grandmother all by myself.

Every day I asked my grandmother for the same thing for lunch:  A grilled cheese sandwich made with the “good stuff” (Velveeta), jello and chocolate milk (See Ovaltine and Nestles Quick above).  The grilled cheese were very special because my grandmother cut them from corner to corner given me 4 triangular pieces not the square pieces my mother would make.  Kids are excited about the strangest things.

At the age of 5 my grandmother patiently taught me to play “Crazy 8’s, Go Fish, and Old Maid.”  I didn’t realize for years that you really need to have more than two people to play those last two.  We also played “Parcheesi.”  When did you play that last?

My grandfather once bought a new car… a 4 door.  Back then these were not joint decisions… “The man” made these purchases.  Plus my grandmother never learned to drive.  She made him take it back the next day and trade it in because “my grandchildren will not ride in a car with doors beside them.”  I would love to have heard that conversation!

I once had a fever so high that I was delirious.  I was “dreaming” that I was riding in a car with Mickey Mouse… round and round and maddeningly round.

Social status all through school was indicated by how far back in the bus you got to sit.  I don’t think that has changed after all these years.  I never was cool enough to reach the back.

An interesting sociological dynamic:  One group in this country started a movement to not have to sit in the back of the bus.  Another group determines their value by how close they can get to the back.  So, if you’re African American and you want to be cool… where do you sit?

Church and Sunday school were never ANYTHING but mind numbingly boring.  I fear that has not changed over the years.

I had a pair of shoes that were reserved for church only.  One of them always managed to get lost on Sunday mornings.

One of the most ridiculous and hopeless things my mom said on numerous occasions was this:  Upon getting a new pair of pants and preparing to go out and play… “Don’t get grass stains on your new pants.”  Yeah right!  Stains literally jumped off of the ground onto my pants when I walked out the front door.

Was it just me or did new tennis shoes really allow us to run faster and jump higher?

I’ve been sick for the past 10 days.  It is impossible to not take our health for granted when we feel well.

Well that’s enough for today.  I hope these allowed you some happy memories of your own.


Modeling the faith

December 6, 2017

I was listening to Christmas music a few days ago and was reminded of how easily children are misled. How is that you ask?  Well… I heard the Christmas song entitled, “Winter Wonderland.”  You know the one that begins:

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
In the lane, snow is glistening.
A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland

Well there is a line farther down that goes like this:

In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown

Honestly, for my entire childhood and into adulthood until Ellen corrected me… I thought “parson brown” was a color. In other words “we can build a snowman that’s a certain color (parson) of brown.”  I know!  That doesn’t make any sense!  But who knew what a “Parson” was as a kid?  Not me for sure.  You would have thought the remaining lyrics would have helped but NNNNOOOOOO!

He’ll say, “Are you married?”
We’ll say, “No man”
But you can do the job, when you’re in town

By the way… just an aside. The words “Then pretend that he is Parson Brown” were changed in 1953 to And pretend that he’s a circus clown.” Why the change? I’m proud and relieved to say it was because too many children were confused by the original wording.  Ha, take that!

Again, all of that to say that the minds of children are so easily influenced and pliable. One author wrote a book entitled “Children are wet cement” because they can be formed and designed… up to a point.  Many studies have been done indicating that parents (or at least guardians) are still THE # 1 influence on their children’s lives.  The things we say and the things we model along with the values we espouse will go a LONG way toward who our children will become.  That being said there are many influences in the world that are forever working to subvert what we believe and have taught.  The television and entertainment industries might be our families’ greatest enemies.  There is clearly open warfare for the minds and souls of our kids.  And with both parents working and the hectic nature of our world, who has the energy to be constantly vigilant?  I would say by the behavior of our kids on too many occasions… not many of us.  I fear that we raise our kids on autopilot.  We just assume that since they live in the same house we do, they will pick up on what we believe and will naturally incorporate those values into their lives.  They will make mature decisions and surely will not behave like “other kids.”  Seriously!?  If you believe that (and most of us do) then you are not paying attention.  Children ARE like wet cement.  They need hands on direction and teaching from their parents and grandparents.  They need adults in their lives who will not just model from afar but who will speak to them about values.  But maybe more importantly… they need adults who will LISTEN to them without lectures.

Serious question… what will you teach your children and grandchildren about Christmas in the next few weeks? Will you passively stand by hoping that they pick up what you believe?  Will you assume that a once a year Christmas Eve service will do the trick?  Or will you intentionally tell them about the faith that has been important to you since your own childhood?  I’m all about modeling but frankly, it only goes so far.

Teach your kids… PLEASE.

Before I go,I have to confess that for much of my life I thought there was a kind of plant called a “partraginapear” tree. I had no clue that the song was about a bird in a fruit tree.  Sigh…



November 21, 2017

A few days ago on my way to the hospital to see a church member I stopped at a local convenience store. I got one of their fountain drinks that are too big for any one mammal.  Do you know what I mean?  They advertise “same price for any size drink.”  Well, I don’t NEED to get the largest “barrel sized” drink, but I guess my Scottish heritage compels me to do so.  I mean, why would I get a medium sized drink that has more than enough pop in it when I can get an elephant sized one so that I have plenty to waste… all for the same price?  Duh!  Anyway, you know those cups that the drinks come in?  They are plastic with a plastic lid that fits snuggly over the top of the container.  Then you insert a straw into the cup through the plastic lid.  “Easy peasy!”  So I climbed into the car with my 3 gallons of carbonated drink and proceeded to drop the cup onto the floor of my van upside down.  Miracle of miracles… not a drop came out.  It literally landed on its top and not one drip or trickle of “good old Mountain Dew” was on my carpet.  I picked it up with a sigh of relief and thanksgiving and began to suck on the straw… GUESS WHAT HAPPENED?!  When the drink landed on its top the straw bent sideways and cracked so when I went to inhale my bucket of pop, the straw wouldn’t work!  I was so aggravated!  The straw was broken!  It ruined my whole day.  This by the way falls under the category of “Some people are NEVER satisfied.”  Do you know what I mean?

Let me be clear here and say that some people have more than their share of hardship. However, for too many of us, we complain and moan about our lives when we have been nothing but blessed.  Nothing!  We all know people who answer the phone like they just lost their best friend… and that’s when they’re happy!  And these are people who are part of the most blessed group of people who have EVER lived in the entire history of humanity.  Blessedness and Joy are all wrapped together.  Below are a few quotes from “The Life You’ve Always Wanted” by John Ortberg along with a few others.

“And I need to learn. Joy is at the heart of God’s plan for human beings. The reason for this is worth pondering awhile. Joy is at the heart of God himself. We will never understand the significance of joy in human life until we understand its importance to God. I suspect that most of us seriously underestimate God’s capacity for joy.”

“We will not understand God until we understand this about him: ‘God is the happiest being in the universe.’”

“The Bible puts joy in the nonoptional category. Joy is a command. Joylessness is a serious sin, one that religious people are particularly prone to indulge in.”

“How much damage have joyless Christians done to the cause of Christ?”


“To miss out on joy is to miss out on the reason for our existence.” -Lewis Smedes


“Joy is the serious business of heaven.” -C.S. Lewis

Please understand I am not implying that we ought to slap a smile onto our faces in the most dire of circumstances. That is just silly and naïve.  But I think when folks remember us they ought to recall us as people of joy and gratitude.  Not angry complainers and whiners who never seem to be grateful for anything.  Or those who always find the negative in the midst of joyous occasions.  Do you remember that at a time and place in history the SON OF GOD WENT TO A CROSS FOR YOU?  DO YOU?

It is my hope and prayer that when you gather with friends and family tomorrow or in the weeks ahead that you exude joy and gratitude. Part of the benefit?  It’s contagious!

Have a joy filled Thanksgiving!

Colossians 3:15 – Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.

Philippians 4 – Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all.

Psalm 5:11 But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you.

P.S. Do I need to mention that the first paragraph is written with tongue firmly implanted in cheek?

Being Jesus?

November 14, 2017


I was ordained into the “professional ministry” on October 21st 1984 at the age of 30.  I felt anything but prepared.  Feelings of inadequacy surged through my veins at the thought of being a “minister.”  Honestly… they still do.  I so deeply respected the ministers whom I had known that the notion of sullying their profession was overwhelming.  That’s not to say I “liked” all of them… just respected them. The thoughts of incompetence far outweighed the moments of clarity and experience.  No one in seminary told me it would be like that.  I had been called to Ross Community Presbyterian Church a few weeks before my ordination and the service of laying on of hands was the culmination of years of education, but little training in being a pastor.

Not long after October 21st I got a call that the husband of a faithful member of the church had been admitted into the hospital having had a serious heart attack.  He was a member of the church as well, but had not attended in years.  Such is the case with too many spouses, men in particular.  I had little, if any, experience with visiting anyone in the hospital and NO experience with intensive care.  Back then the ICU was very different from what it is now.  There were no televisions, newspapers, radios, books, calendars or clocks allowed.  Patients lay for hour after hour, day after day with no idea of the time, the date or any current events.  I think the idea was to keep them calm and allow for no excitement or stress.

The man I went to visit was named Bill, like myself.  I had never met him before, so I had to ask a nurse which cubical was his.  When I walked in, I introduced myself as the new pastor.  It was just awkward from there.  Very awkward.  Did I mention that it was awkward?  He was very weak and hard to understand with the oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose.  I don’t really think he wanted to talk anyway.  I stayed for only a few minutes and then tried to graciously excuse myself because, like I said, it was awkward.

I had no idea how often I was supposed to visit him… another thing we never discussed in Seminary.  Every day?  Every other day?  Twice a week?  I just didn’t know.  Concerned that I might fall short of expectations, I visited him every day for over a month and prayed with him on each visit.  To this day I have no idea what people expect regarding the pastor and visits to the hospital.  I have no formula other than, the more severe the illness, the more regular the visits.  Distance is also a factor.  I once visited a church member in Franklin PA and another in Jamestown NY but only once.  I walked/visited with Bill through the intensive care unit to the step down unit (also new to me), until finally he was transferred into a regular room.  After a few weeks it got less awkward.  Did I happen to mention that it was very awkward at first?  Anyway, I learned about his life and his profession.  He had been raised in the church, but grew disenchanted and dropped out.  He had even been a Deacon at one time.  He was retired from a job with the county and was old enough to be my father.  That in itself made it awkward for me.  I am reminded of Paul’s exhortation to Timothy in 1 Timothy 4: 12: Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.

I dropped in one day and the first thing he said was, “I’m going home.”  And then he said these words, “Thank you for all that you have done.” I was confused and naively responded, “I haven’t done anything.”  He then looked at me with a very serious and puzzled look on his face and said, “You don’t get it, do you?”  I think I may have said, “Get what?”  He responded with these words that have rattled around in my head for over 30 years.  “When you come into my room, Jesus walks into my room!”  Honestly even now I have tears just typing that.  I had no words.  What does one say to that?  Please understand I know he was not likening me to Jesus.  He was trying to say that I represented the presence of Jesus when I visited him.  Over 33 years later and I still have no response to that.  Not many of us get the privilege of being in that position.  Or the honor.  Or the burden.  I am a poor substitute or representative for Jesus.  And yet I get the opportunity to walk with people down a path into His presence… if they want to.

The truth is, there are many more failures over the past 33 years than there are successes.  I’m sure that too many would say I drove them away from Jesus.  They might say that I am a poor representative of the Lord of the Universe.  For that I grieve, daily.  No lie.

Back in those early years I used to wear a clerical collar on occasion  It was in the days when I thought being identified with clergy and being called “Reverend” was… cool.  And it gave me a status that pleased me and in some ways put me above others.  I know… I’m sorry.  There was also the additional bonus of being able to go anywhere in a hospital without being questioned.  I care little for those things any longer.  I avoid anyone knowing I am a minister in strange company.  Why?  Because as soon as they discover a minister is in the room, their honesty, sincerity and vulnerability go right out the window.  And honestly, I don’t want to hang out with phonies all day!  I would hope we/I would be able to represent Jesus without the outward formalities of our “religious positions.”  Maybe a day will come when someone will say that when I walked into a room Jesus walked in, but they won’t know I’m a minister.  I can only hope.

I should add that Bill regularly attended worship after his time in the hospital.  He was still there when I left 12 years later.



Ancient Sin

November 9, 2017

Ellen and I are away on vacation this week.  We’re staying in a cabin in the woods… literally.  No Wi-Fi, no phone, no text signal, no television, no radio…  The closest “conveniences” are about 4 miles away at a lodge.  Did I say we are staying at Tygart (first syllable pronounced like the “Ti” in tiger) State Park in WV about 50 minutes south of Morgantown?  Well, we are.  We like to go to places that are off season and isolated.  No people around.  No hustle and bustle.  Just us.  Pictured is our cabin and the surrounding woods and reservoir through the trees.



Yesterday we went to “historic” Philippi, WV.  Why “historic” you ask.  Well… you may not know that Philippi is the location of the first “land battle” in the Civil War.  We were in a small restaurant in town and I asked if there was a battle field nearby.  I was informed that the battle took place right on main street, i.e., we were sitting on the battlefield.  Philippi is small enough that you can drive from one end to the other in less than a minute if you hit THE red light on time.  It does have a Sheetz and a Subway, so they have that going for them.  The Barbour County courthouse that sits in the center of town is picturesque and somewhat awe-inspiring.



South of Philippi about 4 miles, in a small country church cemetery, we found the grave markers pictured below.  They are Ellen’s great, great, great grandparents’ and her great, great grandparents’ graves.  We didn’t come down here to find them.  It was just a small diversion that I didn’t think would come to fruition.  For those who do genealogical work you know that these things are often VERY difficult to locate!  It took 1/2 an hour to find the sites at the local library and 10 minutes once we found the cemetery; we were very fortunate.  It further amazes me that they are my granddaughter’s great, great, great, great, great grandparents.  Whew!

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I was reminded of a question that is often asked in confirmation class by students; “Why do we have to carry with us the sin of Adam and Eve?  We aren’t the ones who ate the fruit!”  That of course, is a great question.  I usually answer something like this:  Why do you have the hair color you have?  Why do you have the eye color you have?  Why do you have the mannerisms you have?  Why do you have the values you have?  Primarily because they came from those who came before you.  You are who you are because of those who preceded you, i.e., your parents, your grandparents, etc.  Why is it that alcoholics often had alcoholic parents?  Why is it that abusers often were abused or witnessed their mother being abused?  Some would say regarding alcoholism that there is a genetic predisposition toward addiction.  Others would say that if abuse is modeled for us then abuse will be our “norm.”  I admit this is a little bit more complicated for those who have been adopted, but even they carry many of the traits of their biological ancestors, they just may not know it.  Again, the short of it is this;  we are who we are because of our ancestors.

Turn with me for a moment to the 10 Commandments listed in Exodus 20 4“You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. 5 You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, 6 but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.

What do you suppose it means that God “punishes” several generations because of the sins of one particular person, or several “particular persons”?  Could it be that because of the sin of my great, great grandfather, God is sitting in heaven eagerly waiting to fire thunderbolts of destruction at me and my family? (Some people think that.)  If so, that is a demoralizing and incomprehensible thought.  And yet, there it is in black and white… well okay, red and blue.

Allow me to suggest an alternative view.  Could it be that the sins of one person, in this case a father, can taint or stain the values and the very life of a whole generation?  I’m sure that’s possible (and even likely); simply ask the children of violent, abusive alcoholics.  Might it be that it could take several generations to “filter or strain” the damage out of a family?  Not only “might it be” but it is VERY LIKELY the case!  Get it?  The sins of one father being carried through to the following generations.

One of my favorite questions to ask people goes something like this; “How are you like your father or mother?”  You would be amazed at the facial expressions this question elicits!  Partly, I suspect, because many of us don’t like to think of ourselves as being like our parents.  And for others they have simply never thought about it.  The truth is… if you were raised by your biological mother and father you have many similar qualities… whether you like it or not.

Well okay… what do we do if those qualities are less than desirable?  I mean what do we do if we struggle with addictions, unforgiveness, anger, impatience, selfishness, etc. and they are simply part of our psyches?  Maybe we were raised with those values and we struggle to leave them behind.  Seriously what do we do?

I’m fairly sure that the answer to this is much more complicated and difficult than what I am going to address here.  That being said, there is a thing called “redemption.”  Hallelujah for that!  We can actually be redeemed from our brokenness!  We don’t have to live as slaves to sin and rebellion against God.  There is Jesus, there is Jesus, there is Jesus!

Hebrews 9:  12 He did not enter by means of the blood of goats and calves; but he entered the Most Holy Place once for all by his own blood, having obtained eternal redemption. 13 The blood of goats and bulls and the ashes of a heifer sprinkled on those who are ceremonially unclean sanctify them so that they are outwardly clean. 14 How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!

Jesus allowed His blood to be shed so that stained humanity might be cleansed.  Please do not misunderstand me.  I know that leaving behind generations of sin and rebellion is not easy.  I have known too many people who have BEGGED God to remove certain sin from their lives and God seems to have been silent.  I don’t know why. For many of us we will not be fully redeemed from “death” until we enter Glory.  But we need not succumb to the sins of our past or the sins of our fathers’ past.  For those who are redeemed by the blood of Jesus, God does not hate you, nor is He gleefully shooting arrows at you.  Are there generational sins in your life that need to be purchased/redeemed by the blood of Jesus?  Are there?  If so… you are not alone!


Anger at God

November 7, 2017

 Is it ever appropriate to be angry at God?  Is it?  I have certainly been around enough people over the years who were furious with God.  Tragedies in our lives can produce hostile feelings toward the One we blame… the One who could have prevented calamity if He chose to.  Oh yes, I have known many who have caused their hearts to be hardened toward the King of the Universe.

It’s interesting to note that some of those who express anger toward God have few thoughts about Him one way or the other when all is well.  They have no expressed faith outside of a flippant, “Sure, I believe in God.”  And they have little if any connection to Christian fellowship whether it be church or some other form of faith acknowledgement outside of Easter and Christmas.  And yet they vigorously express their wrath toward a God that they otherwise don’t acknowledge.  Honestly I don’t understand that.

Believers on the other hand, those who sincerely and actively seek after a Holy God… their anger is a little more complex.  Please understand that what I am about to say here is said without a current crisis in my life, and is articulated under the guise of reason.  I realize that anger is an emotion and not always subject to the same guidelines.

The scripture seems to speak to two types of anger:  sinful anger and righteous anger.

Sinful anger is referenced numerous times in The Bible.  A few examples:

Psalm 37:  8Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret—it leads only to evil.

Matthew 5:  21 “You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘Do not murder, and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment.’ 22 But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgment.

Ephesians 4:31   Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.

Colossians 3:8  But now you must rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips.

 And then there is righteous anger:

Exodus 32:19  When Moses approached the camp and saw the calf and the dancing, his anger burned and he threw the tablets out of his hands, breaking them to pieces at the foot of the mountain.

John 2:13–22  When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14 In the temple courts he found men selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. 15 So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. 16 To those who sold doves he said, “Get these out of here! How dare you turn my Father’s house into a market!”

17 His disciples remembered that it is written: “Zeal for your house will consume me.”

18 Then the Jews demanded of him, “What miraculous sign can you show us to prove your authority to do all this?”

19 Jesus answered them, “Destroy this temple, and I will raise it again in three days.”

20 The Jews replied, “It has taken forty-six years to build this temple, and you are going to raise it in three days?” 21 But the temple he had spoken of was his body. 22 After he was raised from the dead, his disciples recalled what he had said. Then they believed the Scripture and the words that Jesus had spoken.

Ephesians 4:26b “In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry,

James 1:19  My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry,

And then of course there is the anger/wrath of God:

Judges 2:14  In his anger against Israel the Lord handed them over to raiders who plundered them. He sold them to their enemies all around, whom they were no longer able to resist.

Romans 1:18–32 The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness, 19 since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 20 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.

21 For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. 22 Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools 23 and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles.

24 Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another. 25 They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen.

26 Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. 27 In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.

28 Furthermore, since they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, he gave them over to a depraved mind, to do what ought not to be done. 29 They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, 30 slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; 31 they are senseless, faithless, heartless, ruthless. 32 Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them.

One author suggests that we not hold onto our righteous anger too long lest we give Satan a foothold and our “Godly fury” morphs into sinful anger.

 The question remains… is it ever appropriate for Believers to be angry with God.  If it’s true that there are only two types of anger, sinful and righteous, then by definition there is never a time when anger toward God is justified.  If our anger is sinful then of course it isn’t appropriate.  And if our anger is righteous then by definition it is in line with the things of God and cannot be directed against God.

Take for example an adolescent who has returned home past his curfew for 3 nights in a row.  (Yeah I know, “curfew;” who even knows what that is anymore?!)  On the fourth night his parents discipline him by refusing permission to attend an event.  Like all adolescents he expresses anger.  Does he have cause to be angry with his mother and father?  Is it “appropriate” for him to be angry with them?  I suspect most of us would say “No, he has no right to be angry with them.”  And yet he is… why?  Two reasons I suspect.  First because he is only concerned with himself and his self-centered desires.  And second he is unable/unwilling to see the big picture and the fact that his parents actually care about him. Need I explain that our anger toward God finds its roots in these same two rationales?

I suspect there may be one additional reason we find ourselves angry with “god.”  Too many of us worship the god of our own invention.  The god whose sole purpose is to make us happy and never allow us pain.  When that god is found sleeping on the job and we don’t get what we want… we turn to anger.

I wonder if our willingness/inclination to express anger toward God has any connection with the culture we have been raised in.  You may have seen in the news recently the young American woman in Africa (I forget the country) who may be sentenced to 20 years in prison because she said the leader of the country was a “sick man.”  Since we have freedoms to say almost anything about our leaders her predicament is FAR from understandable!  Or the recent law passed in China that disrespecting the National Anthem can lead to 20 years in prison!  (There are not NFL teams in China.)  Clearly we have no idea what these things are about in the U.S.  Is it possible that we would be hesitant to express our anger toward the King of the Universe if we lived in some of the places just mentioned.  I don’t know.

In the end we do one of the following:

  • We find ourselves in sin because we express unjustified anger toward the King of the Universe.
  • We express anger toward a God that we don’t choose to worship anyway.
  • We express anger toward a god that we invent. (So invent another god then!)
  • We recognize that God is God and we are not. And that God’s ways are not our ways.

Until we understand that the God of Christianity is beyond our full comprehension… we will not be comfortable in our faith (to the degree that we can ever be comfortable in our faith).