No Blood, Thanks One-a-Day Monday  8/21/23

A life worthy

I will not pour out their libations of blood or take up their names on my lips (Psalm 16:4b).

I’m going to assume that you’re not conducting pagan worship ceremonies in which you call out to demonic forces while pouring the blood of innocents upon the altar.

If you are…stop it.

I mean, that’s really beyond the scope of what I’m prepared to deal with on a Monday.

But what will you rely on today, Beloved? Who? When Monday gets ugly, will you trust in the God who loves you and rely on his goodness and mercy and strength and wisdom, or will you be like the pagans who let pride or wealth or reputation or self-preservation guide their choices?

Because those can be idols, too.

You serve a mighty God, Beloved. Stand firm today.

Happy Monday

 Other Gods  One-a-Day Friday  8/18/23

A life worthy

The sorrows of those will increase who run after other gods (Psalm 16:4a).

It’s fun to mess with my dog’s head.

Easy, too

I pick up one of her toys–any toy will do–and hold it out to her.  She immediately sees this item as the most important thing in her puppyverse and goes after it with all her strength.

A tug of war ensues.

Then, I hold up a different toy.

Without hesitation, the pup will drop the first toy, this toy that was her entire world, and dive after the second, to which she will hold with equal ferocity until I show her a third.

And so on.

The whole thing is tremendously entertaining, when we’re talking about dogs.

Less so when we’re talking about people.

You see, at some point I will end the game, the pup will ultimately be satisfied with one of the toys, and there will be puppy-level contentment. 

Perhaps that’s because golden retrievers don’t need redemption.

For you and me, Beloved, the squeaky balls and stuffed ducks of the world will never be enough. Chasing them will only highlight the emptiness.

So don’t.

Happy Friday, Beloved

Saints One-a-Day Thursday   8/17/23

A life worthy

As for the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom is all my delight (Psalm 16:3).

There are so very many people who are so very much better at the whole God thing than I am.

These are the people I need to look to, to emulate, to spend time with and delight in.

There are also folks out there who are new to the Kingdom, still squinting in the light as they try to make sense of their surroundings.

These are the ones who need a hand…perhaps my hand.

They are all saints, and they are all glorious.

My prayer for this morning is that God would point these folks out to me, and that he would keep my pride from interfering with what I can learn, and what I can share.

Care to join me in that prayer?

Happy Thursday, Beloved.

Apart From You One-a-Day Tuesday  8/15/23

A life worthy

I said to the Lord, “You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing.”(Psalm 16:2)

Every once in a while I have one of those days where I find myself home alone.  It’s just me and the dog. And things are…different. It’s not so much that I’m doing different things—I still eat, sleep, write, wash the occasional dish.  It’s that, without my family here, it all seems rather…blah. The people for whom I do the things I do aren’t here, so my actions feel a little meaningless, a little empty.

It’s kinda like that in this verse.  Apart from God, I would still have things.  I would still do things.  I would still be things.  But those things would be devoid of meaning.

They would be robbed of their goodness.

With God at the center, all things work together for good (Romans 8:28, if you’re wondering).  Without him at the center, why bother? Whatever I do, or think, or feel…it’s not going to be good.  Because he is what makes it good. In him I live and move and have my being.

So, without him, bupkis.  With him…Woohooo!

Whadday say?  Shall we make today a Woohoo kinda day?

Happy Tuesday, Beloved.

Refuge One-a-Day Monday  8/14/23

A life worthy

I’m  feeling Psalmy–how about you? 

Keep me safe, O God, for in you I take refuge (Psalm 16:1).

Did you know that this psalm is a miktam?

Says so, right here in my study Bible.

Do you know what a miktam is?

Neither do I.

Nor do the editors of my study Bible.

The best they can do–and trust me, it’s better than I could have done–is to point out that the term shows up in the title of psalms occasioned by great danger. So, when David is really stressed, really afraid, he sits down and knocks out a miktam.

Here’s another interesting bit, courtesy of the editors: In this moment of fear, when David cries out to God, he spends exactly five words pouring out the problem and his stress.

Keep me safe, O God

The remaining 197 words of the psalm–yes, I counted–are devoted to the reasons David trusts God to deliver him. That’s 2.4% of the psalm spent on petition, and 97.6% spent on praise.

Now, there’s a pattern for a solid life.

Happy Monday, Beloved.

Vacation

Good Morning, All

I am on vacation this week, as my wife and I celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary.

Yes, my bride has put up with me for 30 years–she deserves much praise!

I shall return to you and 1 Corinthians on Monday.

Be blessed, Beloved of Christ!

Face to Face One-a-Day Friday 8/4/23

A life worthy

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face (1 Corinthians 13:12).

Have you ever been in a public restroom–say at a rest stop along the highway–where the mirrors were made of metal instead of glass? The idea is to prevent vandalism, and it may do that–but it doesn’t mirror particularly well. This is what Paul is talking about. The mirrors of his time were likely polished bronze, and the reflection was a little dark, a little hazy and distorted. 

I wouldn’t try putting in my contact lenses using one of those bad boys.

Today I see God’s reflection in the world and the people and the Church He created.

But it is a poor reflection, distorted by the mirror of this sinful and broken world.

One day,

one surpassingly glorious day

I will hear Him call my name

and I will turn away from the mirror

and I will see Him

face to face,

and at long last 

it will all make sense.

Come, Lord Jesus

Happy Friday, Beloved

Child to Man   One-a-Day Thursday 8/3/23

A life worthy

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me (1 Corinthians 13:11).

I teach middle school.

You’re welcome.

Anyway, today is the first day of school. I will see scores of children being children and behaving as children behave. And off we will go through August and September and the holidays and into the new year, and as the school year progresses something amazing will happen.

Some of them will grow up, a little.

I say some, because many of them will continue to have burping contests and give each other wedgies well into their teens.

Or…you know…thirties

I say a little because they are still children, and it shows, even in the most adultiest of them. And that’s a good thing, because they are still children.

But, little by little, children learn to think. Little by little some of them begin to move out of the world of childish fantasy into a world of cause-and-effect reasoning. I say little by little because their brains are still developing, and reasoning is a skill that must be learned. I sat some because, well, look at society. It is right and good and natural for the child to grow and mature.

In yesterday’s verse, Paul said that prophecies and tongues and other spiritual gifts would pass away. When Perfection comes, these tools are nor longer needed. Just as the child grows up and begins to see the world as it really is, so we will grow up in Christ and, ultimately, when Christ returns, we will see reality as it really is.

We will finally be spiritual grownups.

Amen. Come. Lord Jesus.

Happy Thursday, Beloved

When Perfection Comes One-a-Day Wednesday 8/2/23  

A life worthy

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears (1 Corinthians 13:8-10).

When perfection comes.

The word used here is teleion, which can also mean complete or fully mature. 

Jesus was the perfect sacrifice.

Perfect, as in “It is finished” perfect. 

The Law, the temple sacrifice, the ritual cleansings, the need to work and earn favor with God–the imperfect fading in the light of the Perfect.

One day, Beloved, Jesus will return, and once again, the imperfect will disappear.

Oh glorious day!

Happy Wednesday, Beloved

Unfailing One-a-Day Tuesday 8/1/23

A life worthy

Love never fails (1 Corinthians 13:8).

What does this mean–Love never fails?

Look, we’ve all been through breakups, we’ve all had loved ones die, we’ve all seen people we’ve tried to love out of addiction or self-destructive behavior fall back into it over and over again. So, if Paul’s saying that love will keep all those things from happening, well, I’m not buying it.

Two things, Beloved

Actually, three things. First, nobody’s selling anything, so put your wallet away.

Second, I don’t think Paul is painting love as some kind of magic power that we can use. Notice, in the previous verses Paul said “Love is…” not, “The person who loves is…” I mean, even if you were perfectly patient and kind and protective and yada yada yada–and you’re not–you can’t expect that life will work as you will it to. That line of thinking takes us down the road of works and earning our salvation and Towers of Babel and all that business. Paul is talking about God’s love, which works in us and through us to do His will. 

Not our will

His

By the way, if you find yourself frustrated that God’s will lines up with your will less often than you would like, you are part of a very exclusive club called Humanity.

Third, you and I may be misdefining the word fail here. I mean, I usually think of the word fail as meaning not being able to complete the task. However, the word in the Greek, ekpipto, can also mean to end. In fact, that’s how some versions translate the verse: Love never ends. Again, we’re talking about love itself, which is from God, not our ability to love.

Whichever translation–fail or end–is closest to Paul’s meaning, the fact remains that he is talking about the love of God, the love that is perfect and all-powerful and that works in us to the limited extent that we can handle.

You fail, Beloved. 

Love never does.

Happy Tuesday