Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Today's gift
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
For You
One by one they shuffled past my chapel seat. These friends were the best of the best and though they appeared in plain clothes, I pictured them dressed in robes of white righteousness: prayer warriors, peer leaders, Christ-proclaimers. One by one they partook.
The server quietly affirmed, “Christ’s body, broken for you.”
Then I noticed one out of place; Jack was among them. That scoundrel was making fun of chapel just yesterday. And now here he was singing with his hands in the air, tears rolling down his face, knees on the ground. He joined the line of those walking towards the communion table. What a hypocrite. Then I noticed others. Sarah rudely slandered me in front of some of my best friends last week, threatening my integrity for no good reason.
“The blood of Christ shed for you.”
Now here she was among the righteous, eating unworthily! A chill went down my spine as I looked down at my leprous hands. I realized immediately my wicked condescension. I fell into my chair, knees weak from my condition. Such daily arrogance had just culminated into judgment before the broken body of my Savior. Had I so quickly forgotten the grace of the one who redeemed me in the midst of my sin? Had I lost sight of the mercy of Him who was even now picking up my helpless, defiled body to carry me to the table where I did not belong?
“The body of Christ, broken for you.”
I barely needed his whisper in my ear: “I did not save you, Levi, that you might deserve freedom and be therefore saved from hell. I did not save Jack nor Sarah that they might be rewarded for their works with life forever in heaven. I have purchased you, Levi, with my blood that my grace, my mercy, my name might be glorified. For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.”
“The blood of Christ, shed for you.”
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Solidarity
It seems to me that solidarity is all tangled up with different opinions in what is rightfully celebrated diversity and what is inappropriate selfish racism. I find myself less concerned by the light-skinned boy staring unashamedly at the first dark-skinned person he has ever seen. I am nervous about even writing in those terms, yet I admit that is the way I think. I am what Woodley called the person who is outwardly politically correct, but inwardly racist. I cannot help but question whether that light-skinned boy is doing anything more inappropriate by staring at a dark-skinned person than by staring at the beautiful creation of Jupiter in telescope lenses for the first time. To take the analogy further, is it sinful to assume that the dark-skinned man will be able to jump higher, run faster, and sing better than I am able? What is celebrated diversity and what is evil - or at least inappropriate - racism?
In Israel, I realized how deep a racial tension can be rooted. I witnessed unchecked racism that leads to slander, violence, and even death. It seemed so obviously wrong and foolish. On the other hand, in Western Europe I witnessed pride of country like I’ve never seen in the U.S.A., and it seemed at some level good and right. Our melting pot has become so concerned with racism that we dare not cheer too loudly for our Olympic team, and I subsequently wonder if that is an unhelpful over-reaction.
I wonder if I will be able to live in the “real world” with any better perspective and understanding than my current understanding of racism. I’m afraid that I will hurt people because I don’t realize the context from which they come. I’m afraid that I will naturally be culturally, racially, politically, and socially arrogant in every aspect of my life. Is it wrong to herald the flag of a political party, because after studying I have found it to be the best manner of government? Is it wrong to assume that Africans will be able to jump, Germans will be stubborn, and the English will be snobby? How can my view of races, faiths, and lifestyles reconcile with a God who chose a particular nation to be His people? Did Paul show racism when he suggested that the gospel was to the Jew first and then to the Greek, and if so, how can that be reconciled as right?
The Holy Spirit
I was struck by the honesty of an article read for Senior Capstone this past week. The author said he did not always know how to discern God’s voice, but has kept striving to do so better. During the spring semester of 2011, I responded to the thought of eliminating songs about girls from my ipod and computer. I couldn’t have told you it was a voice from God, but it meshed with general wisdom and teaching of Scripture. In addition, I knew it wasn't the voice of my adversary. By those standards there was no good reason to not respond by deleting half of my music library. It seems to me that I often reject what is probably the Holy Spirit’s leading just because I’m not absolutely sure it’s the Holy Spirit. When these instances occur, I am merely excusing my inaction. To ignore a good thought in line with Scripture may be to ignore the Holy Spirit. Biblically, this “quenching of the Spirit” has dangerous outcomes.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I Samuel 8... and we are surprised.
Friday, August 19, 2011
getting clearer
Tuesday, August 2, 2011

See, what a morning, gloriously bright,
With the dawning of hope in Jerusalem;
Folded the grave-clothes, tomb filled with light,
As the angels announce, "Christ is risen!"
See God's salvation plan,
Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice,
Fulfilled in Christ, the Man,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!