Posts By Dteb

“A Confrontation in a Kroger Parking Lot”

My wife was waiting for a lady to pull out from a parking spot in a Kroger parking lot. She had waited for quite a while, but when the lady finally pulled out, another “lady” who had just come around the corner from the other direction whipped into the parking space. My wife is not known for being confrontational, but she did speak to the lady about it. The woman just shrugged her shoulders and walked toward the entrance to the store.

There seems to be an epidemic of rudeness these days. Everything has become a competition, even finding the closest parking spot. On the other hand, perhaps we are just in too much of a hurry to be courteous. Or, is it that we are all so self-obsessed that we think that everything should be for us and our convenience? I am reminded of a tagline—as best I can remember it—from a radio personality in Cincinnati who did radio skits that purported to be investigative journalism: “Our right to know supersedes everyone else’s right to exist.”

Perhaps all the above are contributing to our individual and collective rudeness? In any case, I feel as if courtesy ought to be placed on the endangered species list.

If I am right that competition, speed, and self-centeredness are all involved in our rudeness, what might help to breed more courtesy in our world as well as in the Kroger parking lot? Here are a few suggestions that border on the obvious.

  • Recognize that not everything is a competition, so don’t turn it into that!
  • Slow down!
  • Realize that life is not about you. Instead, life is about us.

“The Crushing Debt I Owe to God”

A Sinful Woman Forgiven

Luke 7:36 ¶ One of the Pharisees asked him to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and reclined at table.

Luke 7:37 And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he was reclining at table in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment,

Luke 7:38 and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.

Luke 7:39 Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what sort of woman this is who is touching him, for she is a sinner.”

Luke 7:40 And Jesus answering said to him, “Simon, I have something to say to you.” And he answered, “Say it, Teacher.”

Luke 7:41 ¶ “A certain moneylender had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty.

Luke 7:42 When they could not pay, he cancelled the debt of both. Now which of them will love him more?”

Luke 7:43 Simon answered, “The one, I suppose, for whom he cancelled the larger debt.” And he said to him, “You have judged rightly.”

Luke 7:44 Then turning toward the woman he said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair.

Luke 7:45 You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not ceased to kiss my feet.

Luke 7:46 You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment.

Luke 7:47 Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.”

Luke 7:48 And he said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.”

Luke 7:49 Then those who were at table with him began to say among themselves, “Who is this, who even forgives sins?”

Luke 7:50 And he said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”” (English Standard Version)

I was so familiar with this story that I overlooked something obvious. In the parable that Jesus told within the story, he seems to imply that he is the one that this sinful woman owed a great deal to. Look at verse 41, and I think you’ll begin to see what I’m saying. This becomes crystal clear when Jesus tells the woman that she is forgiven. The other dinner guests realize that this is the claim of “this” man. (See verse 49. The word “man” is not actually in the Greek manuscripts, which may suggest dismissiveness.)

Now I do realize that not all the aspects of a parable necessarily point to some deep spiritual truth. However, in this case, I suspect that this detail of the parable is important. In the story and in Jesus’ words of forgiveness to the woman, it is strongly implied that all the moral and relational debts we incur are ultimately held by Jesus. Yes, we are in debt for our wrong-doing to our parents, our children, our friends, our coworkers, and the convenience story clerk that we treated unkindly. But, in the final analysis, we are in debt to God.

Why? To paraphrase a Tina Turner song, “What’s God got to do with it?” Doesn’t our wrong-doing just affect the ones we wrong?

No! That is just a lie we tell ourselves in order to keep ourselves from complete despair. This lie also helps us to keep doing the same stupid wrong stuff that is just racking up more debt.

Here is the truth that I ignored for many decades: Wrong-doing hurts everybody. It hurts the ones that I hurt and everybody they interact with. It goes on to affect—or should I say that it goes on to infect—all the people that the second generation of victims interact with. And so on, and so on, and so on.

Of course, it also affects and infects the wrong-doer, doesn’t it?

I remember watching a bit of true tv crime show that was featuring a man who was convicted of some very serious felonies. Before he was arrested, he was living in a homeless shelter, talking to no one but himself. It is, of course, impossible to say which came first, the mental health issues or the crimes. However, I think it is safe to say that doing wrong to others is not good for your mental health. When you harm another person, you harm yourself.

But back to the question of what God has to do with human wrong-doing. Why would our moral debts be ultimately held by God? Well, for one thing, if we take the Bible with any seriousness at all, God is the Creator of all things. That includes you and me and all the people that we harm. If Jesus was God with skin on and with skin the game, then, by the very fact of creation, God is the ultimate owner of our debts.

But there is something else besides creation. The Bible teaches that God actually loves us ornery cusses. In fact, there is one verse (1 John 4:8 and 4:16) that says that God is love. In fact, I believe that God is the Ultimate Lover. And because God is the Ultimate Lover, the best way to hurt God is to fail to love people.

So to quote the actual title of that Tina Turner song, “What’s Love Got to Do with It?”, the answer is:

EVERYTHING!

“Only Two Kinds of People?”

Psa. 5:1 ¶      Give ear to my words, O LORD;

                        consider my groaning.

Psa. 5:2           Give attention to the sound of my cry,

                        my King and my God,

                        for to you do I pray.

Psa. 5:3           O LORD, in the morning you hear my voice;

                        in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch.

Psa. 5:4 ¶        For you are not a God who delights in wickedness;

                        evil may not dwell with you.

Psa. 5:5           The boastful shall not stand before your eyes;

                        you hate all evildoers.

Psa. 5:6           You destroy those who speak lies;

                        the LORD abhors the bloodthirsty and deceitful man.

Psa. 5:7 ¶        But I, through the abundance of your steadfast love,

                        will enter your house.

             I will bow down toward your holy temple

                        in the fear of you.

Psa. 5:8           Lead me, O LORD, in your righteousness

                        because of my enemies;

                        make your way straight before me.

Psa. 5:9 ¶        For there is no truth in their mouth;

                        their inmost self is destruction;

             their throat is an open grave;

                        they flatter with their tongue.

Psa. 5:10         Make them bear their guilt, O God;

                        let them fall by their own counsels;

             because of the abundance of their transgressions cast them out,

                        for they have rebelled against you.

Psa. 5:11 ¶      But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;

                        let them ever sing for joy,

             and spread your protection over them,

                        that those who love your name may exult in you.

Psa. 5:12         For you bless the righteous, O LORD;

                        you cover him with favor as with a shield.” (English Standard Version)

No One Is Righteous

Rom. 3:9 ¶ What then? Are we Jews any better off? No, not at all. For we have already charged that all, both Jews and Greeks, are under sin,

Rom. 3:10 as it is written:

             “None is righteous, no, not one;

Rom. 3:11      no one understands;

                        no one seeks for God.

Rom. 3:12      All have turned aside; together they have become worthless;

                        no one does good,

                        not even one.”

Rom. 3:13      “Their throat is an open grave;

                        they use their tongues to deceive.”

             “The venom of asps is under their lips.”

Rom. 3:14      “Their mouth is full of curses and bitterness.”

Rom. 3:15      “Their feet are swift to shed blood;

Rom. 3:16      in their paths are ruin and misery,

Rom. 3:17      and the way of peace they have not known.”

Rom. 3:18      “There is no fear of God before their eyes.”

Rom. 3:19 ¶ Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may be held accountable to God.

Rom. 3:20 For by works of the law no human being will be justified in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin.”

The psalmist seems to be saying that he is righteous and a candidate for God’s love, but some of the folks around him were thoroughly wicked. Paul, however, takes this same psalm—especially Psalm 5:9—and applies it to all humankind.

So, who is right, the psalmist or Paul?

I think that the answer is a resounding yes! Sometimes, those around us are indeed wicked. On the other hand, so are we all. When we make us-and-them distinctions, we are ignoring our own wickedness and adding more wickedness to our own wickedness by our distinctions. I am reminded of the saying, “There are only two kinds of people in the world: those who divide the world into two kinds of people, and those who don’t.” Ultimately, there is only one kind of person in the world: the sinner who is loved by God.

“On Being a Good Ad”

I was buying candy corn for a friend at Ollie’s the other day when I eavesdropped on an interesting conversation. The lady behind me said to the cashier, “This is a really good store with good prices, but I didn’t even know it was here. You should advertise more!”

The young cashier replied, “If we didn’t save money by not advertising, we wouldn’t be able to keep our prices so low! We rely on word of mouth for people to find us.”

Hummm! Things are never simple and straightforward, are they?

And, of course, I thought about the Church. Do we advertise, or do we rely on word of mouth? How excited are we about our church? Do we talk about it to others? More importantly, do we talk about Christ to others? Frankly, I hear Christians talking a lot more about politics these days than I hear speaking of Christ.

The best advertisement for Jesus are people whose lives have been changed for the better by hanging out with Jesus and his people. Are we those kinds of people?

I would like to say a resounding, “Yes!” However, I’m not so sure. I am reminded of an old question: If you were accused of being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you? I wonder sometimes if there would even be enough evidence to indict us?

If Jesus is the “Product”—and of course, Jesus is that and a great deal more—then we are the advertisement. Am I a good ad? Are you?

“Trusting God with My Sleep”

Psa. 4:0         To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. A Psalm of David.

Psa. 4:1           Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness!

                        You have given me relief when I was in distress.

                        Be gracious to me and hear my prayer!

Psa. 4:2           O men, how long shall my honor be turned into shame?

                        How long will you love vain words and seek after lies? Selah

3           But know that the LORD has set apart the godly for himself;

                        the LORD hears when I call to him.

Psa. 4:4           Be angry, and do not sin;

                        ponder in your own hearts on your beds, and be silent. Selah

5           Offer right sacrifices,

                        and put your trust in the LORD.

Psa. 4:6           There are many who say, “Who will show us some good?

                        Lift up the light of your face upon us, O LORD!”

7           You have put more joy in my heart

                        than they have when their grain and wine abound.

Psa. 4:8           In peace I will both lie down and sleep;

                        for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety.” (English Standard Version)

The story is told that before Socrates was executed, he slept like a baby. As far as I know, I am not scheduled to drink hemlock, but I struggle with a lack of sleep these days. Five-and-a-half hours is not enough. Nine or ten would feel much better.

What is my problem? I wish I knew. I would love to experience Psalm 4:8. Obviously, vss. 1 and 2 of this psalm suggest that the psalmists was having some real problems with some real bad dudes. Apparently he was experiencing shame, probably because of lies that were going the rounds about him.

And yet, he says that he will lie down and sleep. How can he do that? Because he trusts God. Do I, I wonder?

Of course, there are many reasons why people don’t sleep, but in my case I wonder. Do I trust God or not?

The story of is told of a pastor who was terribly worried about things that were going on in his church. He was up at two in the morning, pacing back and forth, trying to pray. Finally, God got in a word edgewise. “Son, why don’t you go on to bed and rest? I’ll stay up and worry about this.” The pastor laughed and went to bed.

Good night, all!

“Confession Isn’t Enough”

Prov. 28:13   Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,

            but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.” (English Standard Version)

Sometimes I think that we Christians put too much emphasis on confessing our sins and not enough emphasis on forsaking them. Confession isn’t easy, but forsaking is much harder.

The Hebrew word in this verse that is translated “forsakes” is a strong word that is used for a man or woman divorcing their spouse, or for a person who walks away from God. Forsaking anything is a serious business. Furthermore, the form of this Hebrew verb suggests on an ongoing action flowing out of the very nature of the one performing it. Forsaking sin isn’t an action; it is a lifestyle.

How on earth do we cultivate a lifestyle of forsaking sin? I wish I knew, dear reader! I still struggle with the same sorts of things I battled when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. But while I don’t have a lot of wisdom about this, I do have some suspicions.

First, praying for discernment of our own sin is important. We are all pretty good at noticing the wrongdoing of others, but our sin (like our own body odor) is something we get used to pretty quickly.

Second, it is vital that we confess our sins. To God? Yes, of course. Even though God already knows us and our sins, we don’t always know ourselves until we confess and are willing to forsake those sins. And the Bible talks about confessing our sins to one another too. There is the need for human accountability and support if we are to live a forsaking lifestyle.

Third, falling in love is a good way to forsake something (or someone). If we fall in love with a good person or a good activity, we will find it much easier to forsake the not-so-good things in our lives. If we love God and people—and even the best version of ourselves—we will find it much easier to forsake the things that compromise that love.

Easier, but not easy. Maybe I should say, less difficult instead of easier.

“Fear Not! How Many Times Does God Have to Say It?!”

[The following post is a response to and appreciation of a post I just read at https://pastorbrett.wordpress.com/2022/01/18/does-the-bible-really-say-fear-not-365-times/#:~:text=The%20two%20word%20combo%20%E2%80%9CFEAR,a%20far%20cry%20from%20365. Check it out!]

2Tim. 1:7 for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” (English Standard Version)

I had a nightmare last night. I was about to give a lecture at some prestigious biblical studies conference. The room was packed. Someone walked up to me and said, “People don’t want to hear more about the Pentateuch.” Now, the Pentateuch—the first five books of the Bible—is where I’ve done most of my scholarly work. Genesis is especially one of my ongoing loves.

But because this one person came up to me and said what he said, I decided to scrap my lecture. I announced that I was just going to talk about scholarship in general. I had no idea what I was going to say. People immediately started leaving. At first, a few people trickled out. Then, the trickle became an avalanche. Soon, I was left in a large lecture hall by myself.

Now you know why I don’t sign up to do scholarly lectures.

So, this morning for my meditation time, I decided to meditate on fear. I have heard it said that there are 365 times in the Bible when it says, “Fear not!” I thought that was neat, but I was skeptical about it. I’ve learned to be wary of neatness. If you saw my sleeping and work area, you would say an immediate “Amen!”

To find out about this 365-thing, I did what all really good biblical scholars do: I googled it. Brett Maragni quickly disabused me of this statistical myth and confirmed my suspicions: The phrase “Fear not” occurs 71 times in the King James Version. However, as Maragni wisely notes, “. . . [H]ow many times does God have to say something for us to take it seriously? ONCE should be enough.”

He goes on to say, “So, I hate to bust the bubble of all the people who love posting on social media how awesome it is that there is exactly one “FEAR NOT” / “DO NOT FEAR” command for every day of the year, but at least now they won’t have to worry about what to do on the final day of a leap year! 🙂”

“ONCE should be enough!” Yes!

Not all dreams or nightmares seem significant to me, but I suspect that this one means something. Since I was little, I have been afraid that I have nothing worthwhile to offer others. If even one person criticized me or thought me less than perfect, I was a total failure. The nightmare suggests that fear persists.

But God does indeed say, “Fear not!” So, how am going to flesh out a fearless attitude today? I am going to do a bunch of simple, but worthwhile things.

  • I am going to take the dog outside to do what she needs to do, give her a treat, and play with her for a little while.
  • I am going to put away the dishes in the drainer before Sharon gets up.
  • I am going to grade students’ papers.
  • I am going to go for a long walk.
  • I am going to text or call several 12-step friends.
  • I am going to post this.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll even sign up to do a scholarly talk somewhere.

And one more thing, dear reader. The things you do may not seem all that important to you, but I suspect they are very important to others. “Fear not” may not be as common as you and I had hoped, but it’s still a good way to live our lives for the glory of God and the benefit of others. Perhaps if we all faced our fears of insignificance during the day and countered those fears with small worthwhile actions, we would sleep nightmare-free at night.

“Of Migraines, Perfectionism, and Strange Theology”

Here is an email that I sent to one of my students who asked for a brief extension on an assignment, due to her migraines. I mentioned to her that I used to suffer for them as well. She asked if I still had them. Here is my reply. (I left out her name to be careful not to violate her confidentiality.)

Dear __________,

Yes, the migraines do not afflict me now, thank you. In fact, I have very few headaches of any kind these days (even though I have a very slight one right now).

I am sorry for all your health concerns, and I realize that there are many things that can cause migraines. Even though I highly value medical professionals (my wife is a nurse), I am not sure that even the medical experts understand migraines fully.

That headache that I had for eight days was the last really severe one I’ve had. I will tell you a true story, except that I will clean it up a little, leaving out the crucial word. You can fill in the blank if you like.

When I was having this l  o  n  g  eight-day headache, I was living on Tylenol, which helped a little. Sound went through my head like a spike. My wife and kids, even if they talked in a normal tone of voice, were yelling. I could hardly keep my food down.

I was scheduled to go on a retreat to a Trappist monastery in Kentucky with a friend who was a Catholic priest, but I thought of canceling it. My wife said, “Oh, why don’t you go? It might do you good.”

When my friend arrived, he visited with Sharon for a few minutes and then we headed out for our four-day spiritual retreat. Before we had gone very far, Jerome said to me, “You’re not feeling well, are you, Daryl?”

“Oh,” I said, “I’ve had this headache for eight days, and nothing seems to help. I almost canceled on you, but Sharon said it might be a good idea for me to go.”

“Daryl,” my friend said, “what do you expect of yourself?”

I wasn’t really prepared for that question, but I thought for a moment and said, “I just want to be a good man, and I’m not.”

My friend replied, “No, you want to be perfect.”

“No, Jerome, I just want to be a good man, and I’m not.”

And then, my friend said something which not only pretty much chased the migraines away, but which has transformed my life. He said, “Sometimes I think we need an #$%?! theology. We’re all a bunch of #$%?!s, and God loves us anyway.”

My friend almost never used such language, so I was rather shocked. I also thought that it was very funny. I laughed and I cried, and then I laughed and cried some more. Within ten minutes, the headache was gone. They have never come back with such ferocity again.

___________, I don’t question that there are weighty medical issues that are causing (or at least exacerbating) your migraines. However, I wonder: Are you a perfectionist?

I believe in miracles, and I also believe that the love of God is the greatest miracle of all. Those of us who are Christ-followers give lip-service to the idea that God loves us just as we are. But we need to let that love for us—just as we are—to permeate every cell in our body. We are perfectly lovable, even in our imperfections.

By the way, now that I’ve told you this true story, I’ve noticed that my head isn’t hurting. Of course, the cup of coffee may have helped a little too.

Warm Regards and Prayers,

Daryl

“Of Short-Cuts and Fire Hazards”

“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”

“Oh, well,” I said to myself. “It’s just smoldering. I think I can move quickly enough if I douse a little gas on this pile of wood.” A little voice in the back of my brain said, “This is not wise!” But I have had lots of practice ignoring that little voice of caution and common sense. So, I doused away, the fire flamed up, and briefly caught the gas can itself on fire. The only smart thing that I had done was to have the water hose handy. I quickly sprayed water at the gas can, and the flame was extinguished.

“Well,” I said to myself, “That was interesting!”

But what was really interesting was how stupid I can be and how adept I am at ignoring common proverbs (“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire”), common sense, and the warning voice in my own mind. As dry as it’s been here of late, I could have started a fire that would have burned down the neighborhood. I could also have roasted myself.

I don’t just do this sort of thing with literal fire. I am prone to do it in other ways as well. A voice in my head may say, “No, you shouldn’t say that to your wife. You’re pouring gasoline on the fire.” Or “No, you shouldn’t slam on your brakes because this person is tailgating you.” Sometimes, I listen to the voice. Sometimes, I tell it to just shut up.

If there is something smoldering, or if I am smoldering, it is best not to pour gas on the situation. Pouring some grace and self-control might be a better way to go.

“Good Cover-Ups”

Psa. 32:1 ¶    Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven,

                        whose sin is covered.

Psa. 32:2         Blessed is the man against whom the LORD counts no iniquity,

                        and in whose spirit there is no deceit.

Psa. 32:3 ¶      For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away

                        through my groaning all day long.

Psa. 32:4         For day and night your hand was heavy upon me;

                        my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah

Psa. 32:5 ¶      I acknowledged my sin to you,

                        and I did not cover my iniquity;

             I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the LORD,”

                        and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah

Psa. 32:6 ¶      Therefore let everyone who is godly

                        offer prayer to you at a time when you may be found;

             surely in the rush of great waters,

                        they shall not reach him.

Psa. 32:7         You are a hiding place for me;

                        you preserve me from trouble;

                        you surround me with shouts of deliverance. Selah

Psa. 32:8 ¶      I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;

                        I will counsel you with my eye upon you.

Psa. 32:9         Be not like a horse or a mule, without understanding,

                        which must be curbed with bit and bridle,

                        or it will not stay near you.

Psa. 32:10 ¶    Many are the sorrows of the wicked,

                        but steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the LORD.

Psa. 32:11       Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, O righteous,

                        and shout for joy, all you upright in heart! (English Standard Version)

My wife was briefly involved in a cover-up this morning. No, there is no need to call the FBI, Homeland Security, or even a marriage counselor. It wasn’t quite that dramatic.

She couldn’t find her phone. I was upstairs and had left my own phone downstairs. My wife is very logical. Also, even though she loves me dearly, she is not blind to my tendencies. She yelled upstairs, “I think you have my phone!”

I couldn’t very well argue, since I assumed she was right. I started looking. The bathroom, my desk, my bed, my chest of drawers—nada.

Eventually, I went downstairs, grabbed my phone, and called my wife’s number. We could hear her phone ringing, but it was a bit muffled. There was a good reason for that. It was muffled by a stack of recipes. Sharon had the recipes out and her phone in the neighborhood of those recipes for an excellent cause. She helps cook on Monday nights for a ministry which provides a hot meal and groceries for those who need them. My wife was trying to figure out a way to make pork flavorful and tender. Hence, the recipes and her phone at the ready. (I sampled her work later in the day, and I can report that she succeeded admirably.)

It is frightfully easy to cover up something important. But, as is often the case with the way my brain works, my wife’s cover-up invited me to reflect. I wonder what I am covering up? Is it the right thing to cover up? What is my motive for covering something up? Do I have a motive, or is it just an accident? Covering up our smart phones might be a good thing to do on a regular basis. If you’re like me, you spend way too much time on my smart phone, which is a dumb thing to do. If I am covering up my phone so that I can serve others, that would be a very smart thing.

On the other hand, we sometimes cover up things that don’t need to be covered. They need to be confessed. ’Fessing up is not as easy as covering up, but it’s a lot healthier. Believe me: I’ve tried it both ways.

The psalm with which this post begins is one of my favorites. It points out that hiding stuff makes us sick, but confessing stuff brings back joy to our lives. Confession isn’t easy. It’s just better.

The New Testament also talks about God’s cover-up for our sins. In fact, when talking about what God has done for us in Christ, Psalm 32 is called to the witness stand (Romans 4:6-8). What Christians have historically believed (and what I presently believe, at least in my better moments) is that we must confess our sins and ask for forgiveness. We believe that Jesus died for our sins so that they might be covered.

And that, dear reader, is a very good cover-up. In fact, it’s the best cover-up of all.

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