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A command for all times

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I’m currently preparing a special Valentines Day lesson for the youth, and continuing through a marriage and relationship series in Christian Ed. So love is in the air, I guess.

In our Christian Ed class on marriage and relationships, we’ve been unpacking what it means for husbands to love their wives and now we’ll turn to what it means for wives to submit to their husbands. And I’ve also been personally studying this Ephesians 5 passage in my devotions. One thing that I’m really struck by is how counter-cultural and ‘ahead-of-the-times’ this passage really is.
 
But for most in the world, this seems so backwards. Like going back in time. Someone in my community group informed me last night that Huckabee was asked this submission question in a debate. Does your wife ‘submit’ to you?
People hear such words as ‘submit’ and don’t read the husbandly role of ‘love.’ If you think about how few rights women did have back in the day, this verse really was ‘ahead-of-the-times.’ If you think about how women need to feel cherished, protected, sought after, its quite down-with-the-times. That means relevant if you’re not ‘with it’ and ‘hip’ like myself. Husbands primary need is to feel respected. Once again, that fits.
The husband cannot rule over (what people think of when they think ‘submission’) the wife. In fact he is to cherish and nourish her as if she were his own flesh (Eph 5:29). How strange might this have been for its first pagan or Jewish hearers? It might have seemed quite anachronistic, like a command from the future. And now today folks think of this command as an abacus-not necessary in our calculator world. But its really down-with-the-times and is consistent with the needs of humanity. 
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Before the Blue Brothers there were the Brothers Karamazov

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You’ve probably heard of the expression: “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Well, I would like to introduce a new aphorism: “Don’t start a book without looking at how many pages it has.”

A church member and I swapped books the other day. I lent him a previously borrowed submarine book; he lent me The Brothers Karamazov (don’t ask me how to pronounce it-I hear different pronunciations every time someone brings it up). Without looking at how many pages, I commenced reading this book. And when I start something, I have to finish it. All 776 pages of it. 
So while Amy is reading Baby This or Baby That (not real titles), I, the good husband, am reading Dostoevsky. Well, I finally finished that beast a few nights ago and will be reading Babywise next, and chasing that down with another baby book or two. 
But I do have some thoughts on The Brothers Karamazov that I feel are worth sharing with you: my loyal, semi-regular, or first time blog reader. Dostoevsky brings up several issues in the book that prove to be quite prophetic, as well as pathetic (both for Russia).
One of the main characters in the book departs from a Christian worldview (that many of the characters embrace) and embraces Atheism. But at least he is consistent with that worldview. His mantra becomes “Everything is permissible.” Without the existence of God, there is nothing inherently wrong with actions one would normally consider wrong: stealing, murder, lying, etc……It may be against the law, but no one can argue that it is truly, essentially, right or wrong.
Unfortunately for that main character, another character actually bought into that atheistic, nihilistic system of thought, and followed through with a terrible crime. A severe backfire. And of course there was no remorse. Then he followed through even further with that and did the only logical thing left (according to Camus)-kill himself. 
Fortunately many folks today don’t live consistently with their atheistic view. However some do, and some did. As the person who lent me the book suggested, this thought was only the harbinger to the dictatorial communism which took over Russia some years later.
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A different winter resident: The White Pelican

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Yesterday I spent some time doing what I normally do on my day off: fishing. No pictures to show from that trip. It was quite slow, with only some ladyfish and 2 ‘rat’ reds (meaning small-17-18 inches or below-now you know some fishy lingo) to show for my efforts. 

Regardless, I was still blessed by the site of my new new favorite bird: the White Pelican. In case you don’t know much about these winter resident only birds, they’re really quite amazing. 
First of all, they look like the regular Brown Pelican, but they’re almost completely white with a black patch under their wings. So they look a bit more pretty than our regular Brown Pelicans. 
But the 2nd and coolest thing about them is the way they feed. They don’t dive bomb pods of baitfish like the Browns (and I have nothing against dive bombing pelicans-I think that’s cool: to each bird his/her own) but paddle through the shallows, and dunk their large bills in the water to scoop up baitfish.
Their body style looks the same as the Brown. They just feed in a totally different manner. God created two birds so similar, and yet they feed in totally different manners. Even when they share the same waters. I think that’s cool.
I wonder what the Browns think of these Yankee birds coming down to fish in the same waters. Its hard to tell if they actually get along, or just tolerate each other, since I’m not a bird watcher. They don’t fight, but the Whites and the Browns don’t make it a habit to hang around each other. That whole birds of a feather thing, I guess. 
I’ll pay closer attention next time I’m out. But thus far, I can’t draw any conclusions that would help the us regulars and winter residents get along any better. No lesson, just information. Sorry.
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Tom Terrific?

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Last night I watched one of the most exciting Superbowls I’ve ever seen. And yes, I actually was able to watch it. We always have a youth group party, and its usually at a house with a huge yard, huge driveway, additional garage upstairs-room. Translation=the kids don’t watch the game. 

This year a different family graciously hosted it. With a different venue, less room, and plenty of couch space, we actually watched the game. Honestly it was a little freaky, kind of twi-light zone-esque; the youth were actually watching the game too. Weird.
Regardless I witnessed the ‘best quarterback ever’ (according to some) look like he could have played for the Bucs. He really looked average. Not so much because he was bad, or because he was hurt, but because the defensive line put pressure on him. His incredibly protective offensive line gave up 5 sacks and left him getting hit all game. It was beautiful.
Brady is good, but part of his goodness depends on the strength of his offensive line. It really does. 
It reminded me of the body of Christ. The church is described as a body in I Corinthians. The letter begins with divisions among the body, where different factions claim allegiance to a certain apostle or church planter-(Peter, Paul, Apollos). But Paul points out that each part of the body needs the other parts to survive. The hand can’t say to the eye, “I could do without you bro.” And vice versa. 
 
Both football and the church are ‘team sports.’ If the pastor is the quarterback, then much of the rest of the body comprise the offensive line. As we saw with the Patriots, the offensive line is really the key to the game. So is the congregation. A congregation using their gifts, serving, reaching out, ministering mercy and the like is a congregation firing on all cylinders. Throw in the preaching of the word and other pastorly duties, and you got one heck of a team. 
The main difference is that our enemy is not the Patriots, Baptists, Methodists, but the world, flesh, and the devil. That’s who we compete against.
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Love is Grand; Divorce begins at $295

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Driving to work today, I passed by a house with a van I see virtually every day. The van advertises the ASAP divorce-here’s an actual picture of the van. Several thoughts popped into my overcrowded mind (so obviously something had to go-hopefully it wasn’t worth hanging on to).

First of all, their slogan is absolutely hilarious and catchy: “Love is grand. Divorce begins at $295.” It makes me laugh. I think its clever.
But it also makes me sad as well. Divorce is a sad thing. And I realize that in some cases its quite biblical, and in many others there may just be one ‘guilty’ party. And even where its not biblical, there is forgiveness, and I don’t look down at divorced people like they have three eyes (if we were ‘keeping score’ they could look at me like I had 5 eyes). I really don’t, and I want to make sure that is SUPER clear. So please don’t be offended.
What I find the saddest part is the ASAP. I know that most people don’t look for biblical standards in marriage, so they won’t think to look at biblical grounds for divorce. I get that. But what big decision do you really want to make ASAP?
Even when the decision to get divorced has been decided on, should one hasten one of the bigger decisions of his/her life? The other day I was talking with someone who had a couple in his church file for divorce-and do all the fun stuff that came with it like empty bank and assets and the like-only to totally reverse his decision in a few days. 
But in general, what big decisions in life should we make ASAP? Usually wise counsel, the Word, prayer, opportunities, closed/open doors all play a part in our decision making. But one thing that all have in common is time. Big decisions, no matter what they are, usually take time for all of the aforementioned.
 
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LOST: A show about Junk in the Trunk

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Finally it’s here. The 4th (I think) season of “LOST.” Amy and I are huge fans of the show. For some reason they decided not to air any new episodes this fall, but instead to wait for the Winter. I really don’t understand what goes on with all that stuff. It really makes me mad that TV shows can basically do whatever, and I’ll still be hooked. Guess the problem really lies with me then. Hmmm.

Regardless, one of the things I like so much about “LOST” is that the everyone on the island has some serious baggage. EVERYONE. They all come from family situations that leave something to be desired: shame, poverty, abuse, neglect, alcoholism to name a few. 
All of the junk starts to come out immediately after they crash on the island. In fact that’s why very little ever seems to actually happen on the island; the episodes consist primarily of flashbacks to their lives before the island. Yet no one ever actually talks about their junk. They’re ashamed.
 
The church is no island. But it does bear some resemblances with the island on “LOST.” When we’re in the church, junk does come out. The closer we’re in relationships with others, the closer we are to seeing their junk-and them seeing ours. That’s normal. If we leave for another church, we’ll get their junk, and bring ours with us. If we become cynical about the church, and isolate ourselves-calling everyone hypocrites-then we’re simply in denial about our own junk. 
But unlike the ‘island folk,’ we need not be ashamed of our junk. Our junk is covered by the blood of Jesus, and so we can admit it freely (though easier said than done). 
And yet like the island, our junk will come out. Fortunately for us, our junk isn’t seen by millions of viewers, but primarily before one who has taken that junk to the cross. While our junk will remain until we leave this ‘island,’ it doesn’t need to alienate and destroy our relationships. Just some thoughts to pass on from one junker to the next. 
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A better voter turnout: for me that is, not Guliani

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Yesterday Amy and I performed our civic duty of voting. And we were rewarded richly with an “I Voted” sticker for our 5 minute effort. Not bad this year.

Last year, on the way to vote, we got into an accident. An unsuspecting teenager rear ended us and did about a grand of damage to the Civic. In addition, I partially tore or bruised (I can’t remember what Doctor Pops said) my labrum. So it was an accident that had repercussions for several months until I was able to get back to working out. 
This year I printed out the directions to the precinct. Last year we were actually heading in the opposite direction when we get nailed. Unbelievable. 
For some reason it was part of God’s plan that we got into that accident. Why? I’ll never know. But I’ll also never care, so no problem.
But it is interesting to know that there are myriads of ‘little’ choices that we make everyday that can have big consequences-good or bad. However that shouldn’t make anyone freak out or over-analyze stuff. 
Only ‘good’ things are going to come to Christians (whether they cause pain or not-the ‘good’ is our sanctification), so we can relax. Even the hairs on our head are numbered so God is involved in working all things, even small decisions, for this ‘good.’ So we can move forward in confidence, be responsible-try to remember to print out maps if needed-and trust God with what happens. 
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Forgiveness

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During Christian Ed this past Sunday, we began a series on Marriage and Relationships. Most of the brains behind this ‘operation’ come not from inside my noggin but from that of Bryan Chapell’s Each for the Other. I’ve found this the most easy to read, informative, challenging, and well illustrated of marriage books. 

Based upon the famous wedding/marriage passage in Ephesians 5, Chapell identifies several general commands which explain how the husband is to love the wife. Some include Prioritizing Partnership, Providing Care, and Communicating Forgiveness. We camped out on that last one briefly but found it nevertheless quite challenging. 
For the husband to communicate forgiveness, he must be willing to be an open repenter, even the lead repenter in the house. Not necessarily a Tim “the Tool Man” Taylor way (who was ALWAYS wrong; I never heard Jill apologize-but you can correct me if I’m wrong), but one who is quick to admit his own need of forgiveness. 
One of Chapell’s subpoints under Communicating Forgiveness, was to offer forgiveness not as one who forgives out of obligation, but one who forgives because he needs forgiveness himself. 
Probably we’ve all experienced people who offer forgiveness because WE need it. Its really quite condescending. 
But to offer forgiveness because THEY need it as well (not necessarily for the same action) is something quite different. Its freeing. It creates an atmosphere of grace where repentance, faith, and forgiveness can become a regular part of life. As it should be.
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Another infamous Jackson: not Janet, Michael, or Tido, but Andrew

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I’ve been watching a special on PBS (I DVR’d it-possibly one of the best inventions ever) on Andrew Jackson. Its been very informative on both the good and evil things President Andrew Jackson did before and while in office. 

Just a fun fact, he was the first President to bring campaigning to the presidential race. And of course with campaigning, came the first mudslinging. Lovely.
But of course the evil that men do lives after them, said Mark Antony (not the singer married to J-Lo). So I’ll speak of some evil.

Perhaps one of the darkest points in his office-and as some have even pointed out, even in American history-was the removal of Cherokee Indians from East of the Mississippi to West of the Mississippi. 
The Cherokee Indians had actually taken Thomas Jefferson’s advice to assimilate into the European way of life. So they began schools, a newspaper, wore clothes, lived in houses, etc…. Yet they were still ‘savages’ which needed to be removed for civilization to take place, prosperity, and ‘religion’ (words from Jackson).
While the Supreme Court actually heard and voted in favor of missionary pleas to keep the Cherokees there (they got something right!), Jackson informed Georgia they had no obligation to honor the Supreme Court’s decision on account that the Cherokees were not really a nation. Not really sure how that would go over today.

The irony of it all, is that the Cherokees helped Jackson’s militia defeat the Creek Indian tribe, which put his name on the map. 
Well, as you know, the Trail of Tears took place, and over 2000 people died on the journey. According to missionaries who remained with the Cherokee (at least they had some white people to trust), many were allowed nothing but the clothes on their back. 
Does this story bother me so much because I’m 1/32 Cherokee or that I’m married to a 1/4 Pamunkey Indian? No, it bothers me because it is pure evil. I like America, but we have many skeletons in our closet that we forget about (I guess that makes them skeletons in the closet and not skeletons laying on the floor). Let’s not pretend that this nation, until recently, has operated under Christian principles. Removing the savages, and the missionaries ministering to them, so we can practice prosperity and religion. Nice work guys.
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Shopping Carts

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Last night my wife and I made the ever popular last minute trip to Wal-Mart. As we pulled into an empty space, we noticed what didn’t surprise me in the least: a shopping cart in the middle of it. 

So bring the swift reactionary driver that I am, I pulled into another space about 20 feet away. Lo and behold there lay another cart, though this time the cart was kind enough to let me pull in just enough so that my back side wasn’t ‘sticking out.’

And then I noticed the “Return Carts Here” sign just about 10 feet away. I crowned myself citizen-of-the-week after returning the cart to its proper home. I’ll never understand why people can’t walk an extra 10 feet to put their carts up. Instead they choose to leave them in parking spaces. 
I believe, though I don’t have any ‘real research’ (just observation from my many trips to supermarkets and other large stores) that Wal Mart regularly ‘leads the league’ in most number of carts found in parking spaces. 
I’ll never understand the mindset that says,  “Just leave the cart here.”  I guess its the same mindset of people who throw trash out their windows. 
I’ll stop ranting now because I feel a little self righteous. And I just listened to a sermon yesterday that reminded me how we all fall into that trap. Nevertheless, if elected President, or any office with real power for that matter, I would propose stiff penalties for leaving carts in parking spaces. Nothing like flogging or public hanging, but more like a night in jail or community service or something.