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  • He Knows   One-a-Day Monday  10/21/19

    He Knows One-a-Day Monday 10/21/19

    O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.  You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.  You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.  Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O Lord (Psalm 139:1-4).

    Every now and then you need to give yourself a spiritual systems check.  You know, make sure that everything is in working order, and that nothing is slipping in between you and God.  Psalm 139 is a great passage of Scripture for that. I find that most of us have one of the following three reactions when they read the above passage.  Reread it and think to yourself—which reaction is yours?

    1. These lines give great comfort.  You love the idea that God knows everything about you, that he even knows your thoughts.

    You, my friend, are in a great place with God.  Proceed to praise.

    2.These lines creep you out.  There’s something Orwellian about God searching your inmost being.

    Houston, we have a problem…  You’re not right with God, Beloved. What is it you don’t want him to see?  May I suggest that a self-examination and a long talk with your Father are in order.

    3.These lines have no effect on you whatsoever.

    Danger, Will Robinson!!  All joking aside, you are in a very dangerous place, my friend. Scripture is full of those whose hearts became numb to God’s Word.  It doesn’t end well. I’m praying for you today, that God would ravish your heart with his all-consuming love.

    You are known, Beloved.  Head to toe. Inside and out.  Completely and utterly understood.  And that’s a very good thing.

    Happy Monday.

  • Sick   One-a-Day Monday  9/9/19

    Sick One-a-Day Monday 9/9/19

    Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labor in vain.

    Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.

    In vain you rise early and stay up late, for he grants sleep to those he loves.  (Ps 127:1-2)

    There’s no use denying it—I’ve got the crud.  For the last few days, I have hardly stirred from my big green chair.  I have slept, eaten, napped, watched TV, snoozed, scrolled aimlessly through Facebook, slumbered, and slept.

    I’ve been sick.

    There are no spectacular symptoms I can point you to.  No raging fever, no projectile vomiting, no delirium—at least, none that I’ve noticed. I’m not bleeding, either internally or externally.  Neither pox nor pustules are in ready evidence. It’s just a cold.

    Frankly, I almost wish I had some better symptoms.It would kind of justify the time I’ve been out of commission.  When you tell someone that you’re sick, they invariably respond with some variation of, “Oh, I’m so sorry. What’s wrong?  Is it your stomach? Is it your head?” It’s great to have a solid response, like “Yeah, it’s my head. I’ve been bleeding from the eyes for several days now…fever’s at about 107,” or, “It’s weird…I’m covered head to toe in some kind of itchy purple fungus.  The doctor gave me some ointment, and that seems to be helping…”

    Instead, I’m stuck with, “It’s just a really bad cold.”  See, even to you I had to add the “really.” And I qualified the statement with a “just,” as though to admit that I know I sound like a punk. And you may say, “Oh, that’s rough.  I know what that’s like,” but inside you’re thinking

    “Wimp!”

    “Lazy bum!”

    “Weenie boy!”

    “Haul your bacon out of bed and get something done!”

    Well, maybe you’re not thinking that, but I am.  Because I’ll tell you, Charles Ingalls wouldn’t have called in sick today.  Virus? Ppfeh! That man worked a full-time job at the mill and ran a farm. Weekends?  That’s when he worked in his barn, hand-crafting furniture to put in the house he built by himself.

    My plan for today is…maybe…to change from pajamas to sweats.

    It’s humbling to be sick.  Frankly, I think that’s one reason God allows it. The occasional virus serves as a reminder that, not only is life not all about me, it’s not up to me.

    Unless the Lord builds the house

    its builders labor in vain.

    Unless the Lord watches over the city

    the watchmen stand guard in vain.

    In vain you rise early and stay up late,

    for he grants sleep to those he loves.  (Ps 127:1-2)

    I don’t know about you, but I can get way too caught up in my own importance.  It’s not that I don’t matter. As a husband, and a father, and a teacher, God has given me very important duties.  My problem (and I suspect yours, though I’m too polite and subtle to mention it) is that I start to think that I alone can and must accomplish all that has been set before me.  Though I don’t forget God, I do sometimes relegate him to the position of cheerleader. Of course, it’s when I think I have to accomplish everything that I feel most powerless. When I let myself rest, or when plague forces it on me, I am reminded that there is a God who is knowledgeable, capable, and on my side.

    Hmmm.

    I’m going back to sleep.

    Happy Monday, Beloved

  • The Path of Righteousness One-a-Day Monday  8/19/19

    The Path of Righteousness One-a-Day Monday 8/19/19

    He guides me in paths of righteousness… (Psalm 23:3).

    This verse is in the 1984 NIV.

    In the more current NIV it says, “He guides me along the right paths…”

    King James says, “He leadeth me in paths of righteousness…”

    In the Michael Version, it reads, “He drags me, kicking and screaming, onto the path of righteousness, and smacks me with his staff when I wander away.”

    Yes, I made that up, but you know what I mean.

    Beloved, it takes more than guiding to keep us on the path of righteousness. It takes occasional and liberal use of the rod and the staff.

    And our Shepherd loves us enough to use them.

    Hallelujah for that.

    Happy Monday, Beloved

  • Shepherd and Sheep  One-a-Day Monday  8/12/19

    Shepherd and Sheep One-a-Day Monday 8/12/19

    The Lord is my shepherd… (Psalm 23:1).

    Psalm 23

    One of the most memed passages in the Bible. I’ve seen it quoted on bumper stickers, wall plaques, desk calendars, Christian bookstore Jesus pictures–

    even a tattoo. What could I possibly say about these famous verses that you haven’t already heard?

    Probably nothing…but let’s give it a go anyway!

    David calls God his shepherd. God looks after him, leads him, provides for him, protects him, disciplines him, chases him down and rescues him.

    God is an excellent shepherd, as the rest of the Psalm will attest.

    But what of David?

    I mean, if God is the shepherd, that makes David

    a sheep.

    David, who has been a shepherd and a warrior and a bard and a king, takes the role of the sheep here. 

    Humbly

    Gratefully  

    Joyfully 

    Yes, it is the obvious attitude to take

    but 

    is it the attitude we take?

    Too often I see myself as the Assistant Shepherd, or the sheep dog, or even the trusty staff in the hand of the Shepherd.

    But a sheep? Just one of a billion dumb, wayward, weak, bumbling, wool-headed sheep? Who wants to be a sheep?

    The one who wants the Lord to be his Shepherd.

    Happy Monday, Beloved.

  • All My Needs One-a-Day Friday  7/12/19

    All My Needs One-a-Day Friday 7/12/19

    And my God will supply all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:19).

    The key word here is needs.

    And GodGod is always a key word.

    And, you know, Christ Jesus.

    But right now I’m talking about needs.

    God will give me what I need, just like any loving father. Not every want or desire or whim of my flesh, but my every need. And what I need, more than anything…

    is him.

    This ties back into the idea of contentment. When I trust God I am satisfied with what I have, not stressed about what I don’t. This frees me to give. Aaaaaand…giving to God’s people brings me closer to him, which deepens my reliance on him, causing me to trust him more, producing greater contentment with my situation, which frees me to give, drawing me closer…

    Let the circle be unbroken.

    Happy Friday, Beloved.

  • Lovely  One-a-Day Tuesday  6/25/19

    Lovely One-a-Day Tuesday 6/25/19

    Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely…(Philippians 4:8)

    My wife is lovely.

    My daughter is lovely.

    I get to think of them all day?  

    Cool beans

    The word “Lovely” means sweet, and beautiful, and gentle. When I think of “Lovely,” I think of something that quiets my spirit, that brings my soul rest and refreshment. Lovely things are evidence of God’s beauty and grace and peace in the world.  How can it be that the God of thunder and lightning and earthquake and hurricane and tsunami is also the God of snowflake and fern leaf and butterfly wing and dandelion fluff–

    which I know are weed seeds, but don’t spoil the mood.

    Lovely is an aspect of God’s glory that I don’t often take enough time to notice, much less appreciate.

    Today I shall.

    Care to join me, Beloved?

    Happy Tuesday.

  • Life and Death Saturday  5/18/19

    Life and Death Saturday 5/18/19

    My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.

    When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes beheld my unformed body.

    All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be (Psalm 139:15-16).

    Abortion

    I’m totally, thoroughly, decidedly against it.  

    You have two choices at this point.  You can write me off as a misogynist who wants to control women, or you can read on to see why I believe as I do.  Your call, and hey, no hard feelings.

    Still here?  Sweet. So, here we go.

    My thanks to Greg Koukl of the organization Stand to Reason for pointing out what I find to be a beautiful piece of common sense. It goes like this: When it comes to abortion, there is really only one question, and that question is…

    What is it?

    Exactly

    What is it that you are trying to kill?  You see, if that is not a human being in there, if it is not an actual living baby, then we have no argument with each other.  I mean, you don’t need a “right” to get a bunion removed, or a cyst or a tumor or a polyp or a goiter.

    Do they remove goiters?  I’m not really sure, but you get my drift.

    If that thing in your uterus is not a human life, then no one has the right to tell you what to do with it.  If it’s in your way, if it’s annoying, then by all means get rid of it.

    But

    if it’s a baby…

    We don’t kill babies for the sake of convenience.  If we did, few people would make it out of the toddler stage.  I’ve helped raise two of the little creatures, and I can tell you–they can be really inconvenient at times.  Yet no one fights for the right to retroactively abort because their kid drew with crayon on the walls or their teen totaled the car or their “young adult” forgot to take out the trash before you left on vacation and now the house smells of rotting mysteries.  

    But Michael, there’s a big difference between a fetus and a child.

    Really?  And what difference would that be?  I mean, a fetus doesn’t look fully human, but neither do a lot of the baby pictures I see posted on Facebook. The fetus can’t survive on its own? Neither can an infant.  Or a three-year-old. Or most teenagers. The fetus is inside the body, the baby outside? That would mean that we can abort a full term fetus, but a child born prematurely is protected, even though it is younger.  I can’t see the sense in that.

    But Michael,  is a fetus really human?

    Um…yes.  I mean, what else could it be?  The DNA doesn’t magically change. From the time sperm hits egg and–SHAZAM–begins to divide, it is genetically identifiable as an itty bitty teeny human, separate and distinct from the parents, with the same genetic coding it will have when it is old and paunchy and bald.

    But Michael,  is it really alive when it’s still in the womb?

    If it’s growing and developing and changing and using energy and responding to stimuli…that’s alive by pretty much anyone’s standards.

    OK Michael, but just being alive doesn’t make you a “person.” You have to be more than a bunch of cells to be a person.

    You’re right.  There’s more to personhood than just a physical body.  But how do we define it? My grandma died of Alzheimer’s.  She was bedridden, unable to care for herself, completely unaware of her surroundings.  She had lost all of her personality, all of her ability to interact. Had she lost her personhood?  Sorry, my friend, but I think it is arrogant in the extreme to assume that we can decide what constitutes personhood.  I’m going to stick with life.

    But Michael, what about a woman’s right to control her own body?  Her right to choose?

    I believe a woman has the right to choose.  She has the right to choose whether or not she will have sex.  If she chooses to have sex, she does so knowing that pregnancy is a possibility.  Frankly, I think society is being disrespectful of women when we assume they aren’t capable of rational, cause-and-effect decision making.

    But Michael, what about rape?

    Rape is a horrible crime.  For what it’s worth, I’m wide open to giving the death penalty to rapists.  But not to the victims of his crime. A little girl conceived in rape–or incest for that matter–had no choice in her conception.  She is a victim, as is her mother. Honestly, I don’t think I could counsel a woman to keep and raise a child conceived in rape or incest. I can’t fathom the difficulty and pain involved in that.  If asked, I would counsel a woman in that situation to give the child up for adoption, where she has a chance to be raised by parents who can look at her and not be daily reminded of the darkest day of their lives.

    Look, I’m not being frivolous about this.  I can’t imagine asking my daughter to spend nine months growing the baby of an evil man who viciously attacked her.  To endure the changes–some irreversible–to her body. To go through labor and childbirth just to bring a reminder of humiliation into the world.

    But it’s not the baby’s fault.

    She doesn’t deserve to die for the sins of her father.

    But Michael, what if the life of the mother is in danger?

    Here we have the one time that, in my worldview, abortion is a reasonable option.  When it is a question of one life or another, I believe that the mother makes that choice.  And yet I wonder what percentage of abortions endanger the life of the mother. A very small percentage, I would imagine.

    Michael, you are a man. Who are you to dictate what happens to my body?

    I’m not dictating what happens to your body.  If you want to get tattoos, shave your head, pierce your parts, that’s none of my business.  Go be you. I’m discussing what happens to that other body that is in your body. If a stranger attacks a pregnant woman and kills her baby, we call it murder.  If a doctor kills the child at her request, we call it choice. How is that rational or sensible or moral or good?

    We live in a Me First world.  It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  It’s not what the Father designed, nor what his Son taught.  We see this attitude reflected throughout our culture, but nowhere more than in the area of abortion.  It is the height of selfishness to sentence an innocent person to death in order to avoid inconvenience.

    Do my words condemn me as a misogynist?  I don’t think so, but I’d love to hear from you.  I know I haven’t covered all aspects of this debate–feel free to comment and tell me what I’ve missed, where I’ve gone wrong.  But I hope you see that my beliefs have come from careful consideration, and not from fear or hate or a need to control.

    I don’t hate women…I just love babies.

  • Love One-a-Day Thursday  2/14/19

    Love One-a-Day Thursday 2/14/19

    …God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8)

    It’s Valentine’s Day, right?

    OK, so let’s talk love.

    Forget the hearts and flowers.  Forget the candy.

    OK, remember candy.  Candy is good. But set it aside for the moment.

    Real love sacrifices.  Real love gives, even when there is no reasonable expectation of a return on the investment.  Real love sees you at your worst, and does not turn away.

    While we were still sinners.  While we were totally unworthy and unlovable.  Beyond pot bellies and vanishing hairlines. Beyond bad hair and no makeup.  While we were steeped in darkness, inside and out, Jesus died for us.

    For you.

    Want him to prove his love?

    He did.  We call it the Cross.

    When I write these One-a-Days, I often call you “Beloved.”  I’m not putting the moves on you, nor am I trying to be J. Vernon McGee. I’m praying, along with Paul, that you, “May…grasp how high and long and wide and deep is the love of Christ.”

    In the Song of Songs, God gives us a picture of the love between a man and a woman.  Beyond that, though, he paints a picture of Christ’s love for his Church.

    He calls the Church his Beloved.

    He calls you his Beloved.

    And so you are.

    Happy Valentine’s Day, Beloved.

  • Everlasting Father One-a-Day Monday 12/31/18

    Everlasting Father One-a-Day Monday 12/31/18

    Everlasting Father,  (Isaiah 9:6).

    I hope you have a great dad.  

    I do.

    I hope he is loving and strong and gentle and a daily blessing to your life.  I hope this, not only to make those family dinners a little less awkward, but because it will give you a better picture of God. You see, God presents himself to us in many ways through Scripture, but the one that hangs most people up is the image of a father.  It can be difficult to see God as loving and caring if your earthly father is cold, distant, or absent altogether.

    Look, I’m not gonna climb up into your psyche here, but I need to point something out.  Whatever your earthly dad does well, your heavenly dad does even better. Wherever your earthly dad messes up, your heavenly dad gets right.  God is the perfection we all fall short of. He is the goal we can never quite attain. He will always be there to cheer you when you win, and comfort you when you lose. His advice will always be perfect, and his discipline will always be just. He will come to all your ball games, all your dance recitals, all your spelling bees. He will be there at the hospital bed and at the wedding altar.

    From the end of the year to the end of all things

    He will always love you.

    Always, as in Everlasting.

    Walk in his love today, Beloved.

    Happy Monday

  • Mercy One-a-Day Tuesday  9/18/18

    Mercy One-a-Day Tuesday  9/18/18

    Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions.  Wash away my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin(Psalm 51:1-2).

    There are two kinds of people in this world:

    those who need forgiveness, and…

    oh, wait—I guess there’s only one kind of people in this world.

    Look, your sin may not be on the epic scale of King David’s—adultery, abuse of power, conspiracy to commit murder—but it’s still sin.

    And you still need forgiveness.

    And you still don’t deserve it.

    David realized this.  He claimed no special privileges as God’s anointed.  He made no appeal based on his previous devotion. He expected no “do-overs” because of the mighty deeds he had done in God’s name.

    He asked for mercy, not because of who he was, but because of who God is.

    Oh, but Michael, we have something David didn’t have.  We have the Cross.

    Yes, we do. And we don’t deserve that, either.  The Cross stands as the ultimate evidence of God’s selfless love and great compassion.

    Look, Beloved, I’m not saying you shouldn’t expect forgiveness.  If you belong to Christ, the grace purchased at the Cross is yours for the taking—every day, all the time.  But don’t demand it, not with your words, or with your actions, or with your attitude.

    Receive it with joy, a gift from the One who knows you best and loves you anyway.

    Happy Tuesday, Beloved.