The Trip So Far

05/09/2018

It’s Not “Just A Job”

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 16:51

About an hour ago I was talking with an acquaintance and fielding some simple questions about my job. I’m not going to divulge the context except to say my friend was correct, within his own limits, when he stated, “After all, it’s only a job.” I totally understood (in “modern” parlance, “TOTALLY..”), but I took exception.
Sure, I’m doing a “job”, but for a Christian person, any job, no matter the scope or importance (or lack of importance), is a manifestation of how we serve Jesus Christ while we are on earth.
My friend meant no disrespect, but that said, I believe something should be said – especially since most of us professing Christians claim to know it already.
In 1985 it was my privilege to work with Overland Park Officer Deanna Rose. She died while still a rookie, by most accounts, but in my brief memory of her it would be difficult for me to find a young person with such a humble, serving character as Deanna, and today, thirty-three years later, it is even more rare.
Yes, it’s personal for me; you see, I would have been her closest backup on that midnight shift, and might very well have backed her just because I could – except it was my night off. I’m not saying I would have made a difference; I’ll never know, but if I had been with her on that routine traffic stop, I might have, and it haunts me to this day.
I can say this with complete conviction: If you carry a gun and are sworn to protect helpless people, and actually take the oath seriously, you’ve already potentially given up your life. Live with that! And in today’s ever increasingly violent world, for those so sworn there is no “end of shift”. And this is even more true for those who want to try it without a gun. In my opinion, you are more ignorant than brave, but that’s just my opinion.
I’m including a link I found on Google concerning the death of Officer Deanna Rose. To those millennials now trying to reach some kind of maturity while video-gaming, her name means either nothing at all or just a farmstead in Overland Park. With the link is a photo of Deanna, and that’s exactly how I remember her looking the night before she died.
In summing up I’ll say this: It’s a darned good thing that Jesus didn’t think of His role of Messiah as a “job”. If He had, He may have missed His own crucifixion due to having a night off.

http://www.kansascity.com/news/local/community/joco-913/overland-park-leawood/article21410928.html

John

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05/04/2018

Regrets

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 17:14

I’ve been told by those professing to know, that once Jesus has forgiven us our sins, we should have no more regrets, and I respectfully, but strongly disagree. It’s almost like saying that once we know how to row a boat, we should never have to remember how to swim. What I do agree with is that, and with many other things, regret should never rule us, but I’m not going to be afraid of it as long as it doesn’t.
There are infrequent times when I fall into regret. And for those brief moments it’s like falling into a hole that gets darker and darker. The healthy part of it is, I know it’s a brief trip, and there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I’ve already lived through most of today, and the waters have been calm, but a few minutes ago, as I was praying, I realized I missed my dog, and with the realization, regret flooded over me and I could feel myself break inside. I reminded God that He gave Max to me, and I asked Him to take care of him until we can be together again. I know, sounds pretty maudlin, but I’m just telling the truth without shame – can you identify?
Then I began to miss my mom and dad (and I’m thankful to know they’re with God right now), and I began to seriously regret how I took them both for granted, and in effect, rejected them for most of my life. And in fact, it was only after they both were gone that I realized what a lifelong jerk I had been to them…and I regret realizing that only after nothing of my history with them could be changed.
I remember with an unending awe how my mom and dad never, ever stopped loving me. Why, O why, was that so offensive to me at the time? And to this day I’ve never been able to understand their unquenchable love. They loved me just as God loves me…in spite of my glaring shortcomings and offenses without number – they just loved me, and I’m sure they still do. Only now, I have to ask God to be my mediator, and tell them how I finally realized what it must have cost them to never give up on me. Only Almighty God can create an adequate reward for that kind of love. And right now I’d give up all of my tomorrows to spend an afternoon with my mom and dad, all three of us playing with my dog!
You know, I think that without some healthy level of regret, it’s difficult to be grateful. It’s difficult to be grateful for the light unless you’ve lived too long in darkness. Jesus, of course, said it best: “He who is forgiven much, loves much.” But with no memory of the sting of regret, we risk undervaluing His forgiveness, and the incredible hope that can flood our souls with that knowledge.
I look back on the course and length of my life, and it is with a jolt that I realize I’m now an old man. My body has to lean on God’s incredible grace more every day just to make it into the next one. When I was much younger, and entrenched in my “jerk years”, I had this sense I was somehow entitled to a long life, but I’m proclaiming today what a lie that is! Better men than myself, through no fault of their own, never made it a full twenty five years. Life is a gift, and I sincerely hope whoever reads this understands the intensity I write that with, while they still can.
But thank God this world, as it now is, is passing away, and the longer we live the less reason we have to be firmly attached to it. I for one, want to play with my dog again, and laugh with my mom and dad.
They are, I suspect, among that ‘great cloud of witnesses’, and I’m proclaiming for all of heaven to hear – if I could be half the man my dad was while he was on the earth, I’ll finish well.
God bless you today – I hope you finish well too.

John

04/04/2018

Always A Crossroads

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 12:44

Every new day I’m aware that once again I’m at a crossroads. In a broad sense, all of life is little more than a series of them, some large and imposing and some not so imposing, but I’ve learned that some of the smallest of these are the most important.
When I was eight years old I told my dad I would be living in Colorado someday. I’m sure he let the declaration pass without comment, but fifty years later I was living in Colorado. And during the interim, whenever mountains were mentioned I thought of Colorado. Other states have mountainous regions, but for me, only Colorado had “mountains”. And it, and they, were home to me for twelve years. But like life, and unbeknownst to me, only for a season.
When I moved to Colorado, I moved for the rest of my life. I remember stating that I would never go back east. I cursed the state of Kansas as it disappeared in my rear view mirror just as I had once cursed Missouri, and I welcomed Colorado with open arms and open heart. But after twelve short years, I was to learn a valuable lesson up close and personal: Home is where your heart is…and if it’s with Jesus, nothing else is permanent. Many of those living in the mountains call them “God’s country”, and I know what they mean, as the beauty is stunning. But mountains without God’s presence are only rock piles, and that was a painful revelation to me.
Several years ago, my wife and I made what appeared to be a rather insignificant decision when we decided to drive east and visit a church in Missouri, of all places. We had become spiritually empty, but we were holding out hope for a sumptuous meal to arrive at our Colorado church, and as we decided to make the trip, we did not see or guess God’s hand in it. We didn’t know how desperately hungry we really were until our visit! In fact, the church we visited was too good, and it ruined our desires for anything less. We had some interesting conversations on our way home after our visits, for the one visit quickly became habit forming.
I think God was telling us that He had a place for us in Missouri, but when He first began to make a way for us, we decided He just wanted us to relocate within Colorado. How silly of us to assume God’s plans were as unvisionary as our own! As we tried in vain to move within our home town, one door after another was slammed shut in our face, and the last one to slam was the door of our church. Finally we realized, although it took us both most of our lives to live in Colorado, it had moved out on us! It was no longer home! Crazier still, Missouri was! And that’s one of the short versions of how I ended up where I began, so many years ago.
One of the many lessons we’ve learned in all of this is that God is very much able to change our hearts if we’re willing to let Him do it. He’s not as rigid as we are; all of it is His property, after all. All of it is ‘God’s country’, but only if we allow it. Believe me, two years ago I never thought I’d be calling Missouri home in another million years, but I am! But for how long?
As His children, we have a holy obligation to let God be the boss. I’m home in Missouri as of today, but He’s the boss, not me, not us. The people in our church are much more of a family than any blood relatives. God chose them for us to be our family, and we have family obligations. And as we do our best to fulfill those obligations God considers it worship, for indeed, obedience is a practical form of worship. But for all of us, time is inhabited as a window, or a doorway. As someone once said, “Everything has a life span.”
There is a piece of my heart that will always be home in Colorado, but the rest of me is home where God has placed us. I don’t know where we’ll finish our days, but I’m confident that the Boss will see we finish on time and at the right place.
I still love the mountains, but the honeymoon is over, and like Moses, I can now say, “If you don’t go with us, we’re not going.”

John

03/30/2018

Parenting Per Bears

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 10:49

3/28/2018

Increasingly I risking being considered the dog that barks too much due to many of my posts. But what are my other choices? I could compromise my view of God and His principles in order to appear more centrist to any readers out there, I could just plain lie, in order to gain Facebook “friends”, or I could continue on telling the truth as I see it plainly revealed in the Word of God. Those choices considered, in the light of eternity and the reckoning to come for us all, I’ll happily choose the third option
I know that what I write, I intend to write primarily for God’s use, and I’m accountable to Him, not any readership. I also recognize that too often, too much of myself gets involved in what I write, and those are pieces that fade away, most often after my own reconsideration and by my own hand. Sometimes the piece itself is well-constructed and well written, but carries the wrong spirit, and God has high standards, Kingdom standards, in fact. In this life, perfection is elusive, but that is no excuse for not trying to reach it, and it’s in the trying that God is honored.
Today I wanted to briefly address the issue of modern parenting, as I’ve observed it in the small sample of parents I’ve seen for myself. Reading the news headlines regarding the incredible ignorance of the masses of youth in this country, who have been spoon fed by what we’ve mislabeled “public education” for at least three decades, the most obvious conclusion is that these lemmings were not born that way, they were made that way. And I lay the blame for that not on the schools, not even on the churches, although both are complicit in the crime for sure; I lay the blame on parents. Or perhaps that should increasingly be “parent”.
So far, and that’s a far piece this year, the best parent(s) I’ve seen I’ve seen in the woods of Colorado. I’m speaking of bears. How many parenting skills could they teach us if we would only learn? The mother bears never shy away from smacking their kids, and they hit hard. They could hit a lot harder, but their aim is to train their cubs up so they might be able to thrive in their environment, and to do that, they must be instructed on how to live – and quickly. A stupid cub is a dead cub. It’s always been that way.
Bears seem to love their offspring, and they’ll not hesitate a second to defend them from real or perceived threats. But sometimes their love is openly displayed in quick and painful training, because they have the God-given sense to know that a lesson learned without pain, is most often a lesson not learned at all. And the cubs don’t have to wait for “your father to get home”, as with bears, he is no longer welcome at home anyway.
The final outcome of this “abusive” upbringing has always been another generation of good bears. The weak, and the ones recalcitrant in their lessons, never seem to survive long enough to get much older anyhow. Just as an aside, bears that grow big enough to try and abuse their parents don’t continue to live and rule the roost from their parent’s basement – instead they are put out on their ears without discernable delay, and without visible remorse or appeal. And those bears either put to use the lessons they painfully learned in their youth, or they die in their ignorance. But I guess bears never read any Dr. Spock books, and that’s probably the one reason we still have ‘good bears’.
Most good parents today, indeed a vanishing breed, have kids no one ever notices because of bad behavior. The kids are obedient and confident in themselves, and they exhibit the increasingly rare trait of having respect for their parents, and by extension, the authority figures they encounter as they grow up.
Several other things distinguish them from the common childish rabble on our streets today – they know how to think for themselves, and they don’t need some Institutionals to tell them what to think. Most of these kids have been rooted and grounded in the truth, either directly or indirectly derived from God’s Word. And yes, it is “truth” as expounded by their parent(s), and that too is God’s way within the generational progression openly taught in the Bible. The last time America was really great, we were honestly a “Christian” nation, and God’s Word held sway in the land, and it is only as we have decided to depart from it that we’ve run amok.
You can get a real education just by watching kids, for their behaviors will teach you more than you may want to know about their parents. If they show disrespect, either by open rebellion or lack of common obedience, it is because those behaviors are tolerated in their homes. All disrespect and disobedience casts seeds, seeds fertilized by our society, itself out of control.
Personally, I’d like to see today’s parents treat their kids more like today’s bears treat their cubs. Sometimes love carries a big stick, and sometimes, to be real love, it has to.
Proverbs 13:24 says: ‘He who spares his rod hates his son, but he who loves him disciplines him promptly.’ As long as the rod is swung in love, we could spawn a generation of ‘good bears’, if we dare to swing it at all.

John

Towards or With?

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 05:49

In the last several days I’ve been percolating thoughts about the topic of love. Sometimes, as in this case, someone will say something that will get lodged in the back of my brain and just quietly cook back there until it re-emerges days later as food for my heart. Interesting how we’re made! And some days ago someone made a comment in my hearing about being in love with God. At the time I heard it, what they said hit me sort of crosswise, and began to cook back in my cranial kitchen, only to emerge today as I drove to work, and I’m giving you what I have in the hopes you may want to cook it for yourself.
I love many things. I love my car, my house, my neighborhood, my favorite jeans, and so forth, but I’m in love “with” my wife. Biblically, I can even love your wife, but it is deep sin to be in love “with” her. Why? Because “With” is a covenant term, and implies a reciprocal arrangement. My car doesn’t love me, and my house definitely does not, but I can be in love with my wife because our relationship is reciprocal; it is love inside a covenant framework.
Religion would tell us to love God. In other words, practice loving (towards) Him in what we do or say, but true religion is a “with” love, because we love Him knowing He loves us back, and because we are in covenant with Him. To be in love with God is vastly better than just loving Him, because when we are in love with Him, He’s free to reveal Himself more fully to us, as our joint covenant-based relationship matures for both covenanters. Reference the “special” relationship God had with Moses – their covenant matured for both of them.
And yes, covenants should mature and develop like film used to be developed, which brings up another point I just now had: film used to be developed in the dark, signifying an intimacy; the mature photo was then displayed in the light, and that’s what church life is all about. Our intimacy with God should develop into life we can then share with other’s in our church – that is fellowship, i.e., shared life.
As members of God’s family, we should consider becoming in love with Him, not simply towards Him. This week, we will hear a lot about how God loved us and sent Jesus to us, and our understanding of that is foundational to our being willing and able to love God, but I would question whether it is enough of a relationship on our end to get us through the storms that will come to each of us. Like I said earlier, I love my car, but it may not survive the bad times in the next intersection. But if my car were able to love me in return for my love, and we were in covenant together (with each other), I could trust we’d get through it all somehow, and I could have faith and trust that we would.
Right now, in this brief life, we are always in the intersection. If we are in love with God, enforced and kept intact by our blood covenant with Him through His Son, we will someday look back from the other side of the intersection and praise Him for getting us through it.
While Christians should practice love and be loving to others, they are only free to be “in love” with God and others through a shared covenant. Being “in love with” is a foundational covenant statement. Today I’m in love with God. How could I even begin to be unthankful?!
And that’s where I am in my journey today. I sincerely hope it helps you as you travel on your own journey.

John

03/25/2018

A Perspective

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 07:36

In order to arrive at inconvenient truth, one must utilize inconvenient facts, and here they are, just in time for our annual Easter blowout in America:
Just dealing with the 44 years since 1973, when abortion was made legal and federally funded (your tax dollars at work!), and using the biblical 360 day year…the reported almost 60,000,000 babies we’ve murdered in this country alone amounts to a staggering 3788 murdered babies PER DAY! By my math, that’s 2.6 murders PER MINUTE, which only works if we have Planned Parenthood clinics open 24 hours every day; double per minute if we work with 12 hour workdays in the clinics.
Granted, these are just raw estimates (raw=intended pun), and I suppose we good Christians can take solace in the admitted percentage of error, but let’s shift to the headlines of our day…
One of the ongoing, front-page headlines that is thrust upon us every day is the horrible specter of “gun violence”. I have to question whether it’s even an important issue at all when I set it against 3788 babies ripped to shreds and extracted in bloody pieces from their mother’s bodies – every day. What if we had school/church shootings at the rate of 3788 victims per day? Now that would be “gun violence” indeed! Why at that rate, not enough students would be left at the end of the year to even begin a decent protest!
Why do we hear so much about “gun violence” while hearing almost nothing about “abortion violence”? Well, an abortionist recently reported she cut the vocal cords of the babies she murdered – so they could not scream! That might account for some of the lack of noise, but only in the clinics, not the headlines.
The fact is that guns make better headlines than dead babies, even as gun laws abound throughout our country. Of course, no matter what laws are passed, one can’t become a criminal by definition unless one is completely willing to violate those laws…but who would dare do that?
The very same people raising their voices in protest about gun control in this country are in many cases, the same lobby that advocates the destruction of helpless human babies at the rate of 3788 per day! So what’s all the gun fuss really about? These protesters aren’t against violence at all, just the kind that helps America remain free. They are ignorant shills of the globalist cabal that absolutely must disarm America in order to conform us to all the other cabal-controlled countries in this increasingly globalist world. Meanwhile, “free” America is freely murdering 3788 babies per day!
One doesn’t have to claim a prophetic mandate to prophecy where the sins of this country will take us, and soon. Even Donald Trump can’t successfully redefine what this nation stands for and becomes, because when his window of time shuts, we will face our Maker in judgment, and do we really believe that the Judge of all the world will give His Christians a pass, as they continue to give a pass to the clinics that quietly kill our young?
It has taken me a total of about 30 minutes to write this piece; by my math, 78 babies were ripped apart while I wrote it.
If you didn’t like this piece, ask yourself this: Do you think I liked writing it? Okay, how about this…my math skills have always been horrible, so do your own. Are my figures correct, and even if the truly accurate figures are a lot different than mine, are they any morally better?

John

03/23/2018

We Are Surrounded

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 12:33

Since today isn’t over yet, it stands to reason I’ll be having some conversations with people before it is, and I wonder what we’ll be discussing. I can picture myself talking with a friend or somebody I just met, and I wonder what we’ll be saying. God already knows. And I wonder how those conversations would differ if I knew for certain that today was my last day on earth. Crazy huh? But maybe not, because I have no guarantee today isn’t my last day – and neither do you.
As I was considering this thought I began to realize how the vast majority of my life’s conversations have been trivial and fluff. Wasted time and wasted words, both are gone forever. If today was my last day, and I knew it, who would I talk to and what would I want to say that might make a lifelong difference in another’s life? Or, like so many, would I simply think only of myself?
Many times when someone dies suddenly, someone will be heard to say, “Well at least they died doing what they liked.” For me, that statement is truly a classic piece of stupidity spoken by a classically stupid person, and it seems unfair that the only one who could accurately refute the statement is the one spoken about!
I like to use the word stupid because it signifies a certain willfulness. Ignorance can be alleviated; stupid can’t be fixed. And in the first sentence of the previous paragraph, two facts are glaringly obvious: 1) the redundancy of ‘suddenly’, and 2) they’re dead, whether they were enjoying themselves or not. I would ask this question instead: Did they make any kind of eternal difference in the lives they left behind? Sadly, I fear in most cases the answer would finally shake down to “No”.
Every day we are surrounded by two basic types of people: those who are stupid and those who have a potential not to be stupid, and believe it or not, we will be greatly influenced by the crowd we choose to surround ourselves with.
Stupid people react like animals to the world around them. They are almost totally consumed with themselves or what they can get from others, and almost all of the time they are not at all concerned about the future, much less eternity. Their days are happening right off the end of their own noses, and nobody and nothing else really matters to them. But be aware, ignorant people often appear just as dull, but there is a spark of eternity inside of them waiting to be fanned into a flame.
True evangelism has a way of delineating the two groups. The Bible makes the case over and over when it is written, ‘Some believed, and some did not.’ Judging from history, the larger of the groups were the ‘did not’ group. And I have to ask, where am I today? I ask because just as stupidity is a choice, it is sadly a choice we all have a shot at every day.
I hope I have something from God to give to someone I’ve yet to talk to today. It may be the only day I have left. I’d hate to wake up dead tomorrow and think back to how I had a chance today to make a difference, but was too consumed by myself to do so.
What would you say to those around you if you knew today was your last day? Why are you so certain it isn’t?

John

03/20/2018

DTGE

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 09:28

I love using acronyms. When my kids were growing up we used a few of them as a private language. For instance, if I got lost, or appeared to be lost, my kids would joke about my USD (Unerring Sense of Direction). For some reason, it came up a lot! At times when it seemed easier to give up, like being tired on a hike in the mountains, I’d yell at my kids, “OTSS!” (Only The Strong Survive). It was given lightheartedly, but it carried a point – “Don’t be a quitter” (and quit complaining)… Today’s message is entitled DTGE, an acronym I created very early this morning after prayer.
I don’t know about you, but the last time I was a host, I first prepared for my guests, then I assisted in the flow of their conversation, and finally, I cleaned up after they left. As the host, I was responsible for the party, and as their host, none of my guests had to clean up after themselves – that was my job, and my honor to do it. While they partied, I worked.
How is revival any different?
When we ask God to send a revival we ask for several reasons. The life of God is, or should be explosive, and we ask for revival because we somehow sense we are stagnating without that explosive kind of life. Some of us, myself included, need multiple miracles, and I see no harm in asking God to send them. He loves to display His handiwork amongst His own family. And He loves to display His handiwork so those outside His family will also have a chance to see what He can do, and also desire to be in the family. But we should know that when we seek God for revival, we are offering ourselves, our abilities, our time and our talents to Him. We are saying, in effect, “We want to host You in our midst.” And tacitly, we are committing ourselves to the required work.
Many Christians don’t seem to grasp the idea of hosting a revival. They seem to think that revival is a big Christian party where everyone can go into a circus tent, hear dynamic messages, feel better about themselves and maybe even get healed. What excitement; what fun, but the third leg of the stool is called work.
What folly to invite God to show up at our party as the invited, honored Guest, and then expect Him to not only get the party ready beforehand but to clean up the mess that follows. We are the host; He is the Holy Guest. God may indeed get us ready in the sense of training us how to be proper hosts of the Holy Spirit, but the required work before, during and after is our only way to express our gratitude to our Guest.
Jesus was invited to dine at a Pharisee’s house, but after the “party” began, He rebuked the Pharisee for not even offering to wash His feet, a common custom at the time. If we are not willing to wash the feet of our Guest at the revival we beg for, should we expect any more than a rebuke?
God wants to send a revival more than we want one. He is waiting on us, because He is not going to show up so we can fail to honor His holiness. The only way to do it, in my opinion, is to enter into what I term the DTGE. That means: Do The Great Exchange. The only way for me to properly prepare myself to host the presence of God is to be personally involved in giving Him all of myself, in exchange of all of Him.
All of me for all of Him; and that’s the gospel in one sentence. And that’s revival – everyday.

John

03/13/2018

Prophecy: The Broken Heart of God

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 13:53

Prophecy given to me 10/10/2012: The Broken Heart of God
3/13/2018

Context:
This prophecy came to me in October, 2012. I wrote it down and placed it in the back of a bible I have seldom read since then. I found it today, and have reprinted it for posting.
At the time it was given to me, my wife and I were living in Colorado and were attending a denominational church that was dead, and ignorant of its deadness. The Spirit had withdrawn, and He had already told my wife in a shocking revelation during a church prayer meeting: “This church is dead.” Frankly, we were afraid to believe it, although in our hearts we knew it to be true.
On October 10th, 2012, here is what I recorded:

“My house, my house! My heart is broken over you. Because of you, my heart is broken. My name is blasphemed among the nations because of you. Because of you, I am renowned as a God of weakness; because of you, the nations mock and laugh at my holy arm; because of you I have become a curse word, and because of you I have been continually diminished in the sight of all people.
Even in my own house, those who say they are called by my name (and are not), consider not my holiness, and make light of my righteous decrees. They dissect my word without authority or revelation; they reject my meat and rejoice over their carbohydrates; they declare parties of mirth, “Fellowship with us”, they say, when they should declare repentance and mourning, fasting and weeping g.
I am calling forth a remnant within my house, the few who have chosen to honor my name, even to their own discomfort. I am equipping them as an army to stand firm and represent my name, and I am calling forth their strength that they may shout forth my holy name when the overflowing flood of persecution attempts to sweep them away.
The strength of the remnant I have equipped will be made manifest as the great darkness comes upon the land and this people, who say they are called by my name (and are not). It is coming quickly; the sound of it does not precede, but will only be heard as it comes upon you.
I am calling my people, those who I call my own, to make ready. As you would buy food for the days ahead, seek from me now the sustenance you will need. Learn my ways while there is still some time left. Give me your whole hearts, hold nothing back, and I will withhold nothing from you in the days of darkness.
Glorify my name, for I have called you to make yourselves ready.”

John

02/23/2018

Not My Problem

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 09:07

My problem at this time in history is not a lack of information; my problem is choosing what information is worthy of my concentration.
In the mornings, after I first arrive home from work, I like to choose worshipful music and sit back in a comfortable chair and just soak in it. The selections for the music I choose are usually peaceful piano music by Dappy TKeys, found on YouTube. But I could just as easily choose something dark and somber, perhaps even depressing. I choose the way I do because it helps me focus on God and His thoughts towards me and the world I live in. The point is: I make my own choices of what I will fill my head with, and sadly in some cases, so do others. By ‘others’ I am speaking of Christian men and women.
Frankly I am not too concerned about the “world” and those unbelievers who feast on it. They are in bondage to the garbage they feed on, and although it is sad, their choices do not have to be my choices. Jesus Christ came into my life some years ago, and one of the first things He did was give me a broader, and a better menu of choices. It would seem however, that a lot of well-meaning, professing Christians are still in bondage to the darker menus, offered up on steaming platters of fresh garbage every hour of every day, on their expensive television sets and the internet.
I received an email just this morning promising to inform me how the Department of Homeland Security is in fact, doing a horrible job of protecting us from those in our midst who would do us harm. I wish I could say I was shocked! If this email was a isolated transmission it might hold some novelty, but instead it just represents another leading edge of the garbage we are tempted to wallow in every day…and by ‘we’, I’m speaking strictly to professing Christians.
Some years ago, I had a friend who fancied herself in a prophetic clearinghouse role on the internet, but the political shenanigans in this country took her captive, rendering her only another purveyor of garbage. Every so often I get another email from her warning me of another chunk of offal in our society (not too incredible..), and asking for “urgent” prayer. Thank God for Junk folders!
Tell me, if you can, does “urgent” and “God” have anything in common – really? When was He recently surprised? When did He discover something He just found out about?
It is no mystery that the “world” laughs at “Christians”, for a lot of what I see in that lukewarm community is indeed pathetic.
I’m not advocating we purposely remain in states of ignorant bliss, but I am endorsing the notion that if we feed on the same spiritual food the heathens eat from their overflowing buckets of waste, we will become and remain useless to anyone. No one salts garbage; they throw it out and substitute healthy food. And only real, Bible believing (and living) Christians have the market cornered on the food of Life. Believe what you want, but that’s the truth.
And just for the record, Jesus never wandered around in a funk, wringing His hands over the evil He saw in the Roman world, although from His vantage point I bet He could identify plenty of it. Rather, He said a lot about the good “church” folks of His day in consistent attempts to re-track their thinking. He did not come to give press to the devil by preaching about all the wrongs in society, and He did not instruct His disciples concerning “urgent” prayer. He came to undo the devil’s works, and empower us to do the same. We already have an example and a commission, and I would say, enough to keep us busy.
If we ignorantly or knowingly choose Fear, there is plenty to be afraid of right now, but how do those choices serve God?
We all serve someone.

John

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