Monthly Archives: October 2022

“Be the Change, Even When You Can’t See the Change”

Here is my response to my sponsee, concerning things changing:

“Dear __________,

I was struck by the following sentence which set me thinking: “Still feeling ready for things to be different, still feeling willing to do whatever it takes for that to happen, and enjoying having a nice day as opposed to the miserable days I’ve had recently.”

“. . . ready for things to be different . . . .” Yes! I suspect that we all are. But, as you suggest, that is somewhat in our own hands. I think that it is not so much that things need to be different (in a good way) as it is that we need to be different.

But here is the problem, at least, as I see it: We become different—in a good or in a bad way—little by little, day by day. It is such a gradual process that we can hardly notice that it is even occurring.

George MacDonald, a writer from the late nineteenth century, spoke of “being a doer of the work.” I think that the immediate context went something like this: “He who would be a hero will barely be a man, but he who is a doer of the work, he will be blessed in his work.”

You, sir, are indeed a doer of the work. And remember what we say at the end of each meeting: “It works if you work it and give a lot of love.”

You can be the change, but you will probably never see the change.”

None of likes process, but life is primarily process. So, most of us don’t like our lives very much.

I hear someone asking, “But don’t you believe in miracles?” And the answer is, yes, I do. However, I also believe in process. Often, the process is the prelude to the miracle. Much of the time, the process is the miracle. And even when wonderful miracles unfold slowly, in a process manner, they are still miracles. Amazing things, even if they are so gradual as to be imperceptible to us, are still amazing things.

“Pleasing God: Sharing What You Have”

15 Through him [i.e., Jesus] then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name. 16 Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.” (Hebrews 13:15-16, English Standard Version)

In yesterday’s post (), I wrote about the sacrifice of praise (vs. 15). Today, I am going to take a quick look at vs. 16 and sharing what you have.

Almost all of us have something that we could share with others. Money? Well yes, that of course. And we do have some money. Like everybody else, I like to complain about inflation. I do this along with my fellow-complainers while we are in line at restaurants.

Oops! I guess that indicates that I am contributing to inflation myself. It also indicates that I can probably share some of my wealth.

But helping others financially, as important as it is, is just one expression of the larger matter of doing good. Doing good is mentioned first. It has become a term of contempt to call someone “a do-gooder”. I wonder if that doesn’t say something quite disturbing about our society. Since when did doing good become a bad thing to do?

There are probably thousands of ways to do good. I remember a lady that I didn’t know at all gave me a smile one time when I had a raging headache. It was a tremendous act of kindness to be, though she never knew.

A kind word, a nice home-cooked meal, a small bouquet of flowers, a card that doesn’t even have to be an expensive Hallmark card—these and many more can be forms of doing good. One of the ladies at our church, Betty, prays for everybody and their dog—literally! John, another guy at our church, is always ready to greet someone at the door or to offer an umbrella on a rainy day. When the executive minister of our church found out that my wife and I had covid, she was immediately asking what she could do to help. In addition to being our executive minister, she is a wife and a mom of several little ones. Her kind offer was help enough. I have friends who do good by having listening ears and non-judgmental spirits.

The list goes on, but I will not. Each of us needs to make our own lists.

John Wesley, the father of Methodism, said it this way:

“Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all the times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.”

Sounds like a pretty good plan to me.

“Pleasing God: When Praise is a Sacrifice”

15 Through him [i.e., Jesus] then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name. 16 Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.” (Hebrews 13:15-16, English Standard Version)

Biblically speaking, pleasing God is not difficult to understand. It’s just hard to do consistently.  It involves sacrifice, and I am very possessive. My philosophy of life, far too often, may be summarized as follows: “What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is yours.” Sometimes, I’m afraid that it is even worse than that. Sometimes, my philosophy is: “What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is also mine.” Taking a more generous approach to life is a sacrifice.

The verses that lead off this post speak of a couple of ways to please God. One is to offer the sacrifice of praise. The other sacrifice is doing good to everyone. Tomorrow, I will be dealing with doing good to everyone. Today, I am focusing on the sacrifice of praise.

What does it mean to praise? It means, among other things, to “. . . acknowledge his [i.e., God’s] name”? The name in the ancient world often stood for someone’s character. This is certainly true in the Old Testament. And remember that the author of Hebrews was soaked in the Old Testament. Old Testament quotes and echoes abound in the book of Hebrews. When I recognize and acknowledge God’s name— who God is—praise becomes a natural result.

Well, maybe it is not always natural. There are times when praise flows freely. There are times when we can’t help but praise God.

But the author of Hebrews speaks of praise as a sacrifice. Let’s speak the truth here. There are indeed times when praising God does not flow so naturally. There are aspects of God’s character that I don’t always like. God seems to be a God who meddles in my life. God wants my priorities to be healthy. God and I do not always agree at this point.

So, I have to be willing to sacrifice my own priorities in order to praise God for who God is. And I don’t like that.

Furthermore, to praise God means that I have to sacrifice my feeling that I deserve good things, that I am somehow a self-made person. I frequently resent making that admission. To acknowledge my need of God and God’s goodness goes against the grain. I want my own goodness, thank you very much! Whether such a thing even exists in isolation from God is another matter entirely . . . or perhaps it is not another matter. Perhaps that is the matter and also what is the matter with me.

The Greek verb for offering this sacrifice is in the present tense. The present tense in New Testament Greek usually suggests something that is ongoing or continuous. As if that weren’t enough, the author of Hebrews makes it very clear by a little phrase which literally means “though all”. Does this mean “through all things” or “through all times”? Yes!

So today, I am going to sacrifice my praise to God. I don’t always like my lot in life. I don’t always like myself and the way I am living. But God is still God, and God is still worthy of my praise.

“S.L.A.P.!”

My vocabulary, like my wardrobe, is looking old and drabby these days. When I look in the mirror, I find someone looking back at me who is also old and drabby. (I need to get a new mirror!)

Clothes are expensive, and it is hard to change your face and body, but vocabulary can be fairly easily updated. So, when my sponsor responded to my daily report today with JKDTNRT (just keep doing the next right thing), I decided on a plan. I would come up with my own acronym to counterbalance his acronym. Immediately, the letters S.L.A.P. came to mind.

(I am tempted at this point to make a really bad pun (is there any other kind?), but . . . , oh well, why not!?  Here it is! My sponsor and I have a very acronymious relationship. If I have to explain this bad pun to you, you need to look up the word “acrimonious”. Of course, with puns—as with real jokes—if you have to explain them, they aren’t that good.)

So, S.L.A.P. stands for “Sounds like a plan!”  Then I thought to myself, well, before I claim originality, perhaps I should find out if someone has already copyrighted the phrase. The internet is a very sharp tool for puncturing the illusion of originality. My first hit was as follows:

“‘Sounds Like A Plan’ is the most common definition for SLAP on Snapchat, WhatsApp, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok.”

Now, I am barely on Facebook. I recognize the other platforms as being involved with the internet somehow or another. However, despite my disappointment in finding out the S.L.A.P. was already a thing, I was strangely encouraged. After all, I had come up with something on my own that connected with modern ways of communicating.

There are some larger issues here, however. There is nothing wrong with acronyms, I suppose. We all use them at times. Who wants to watch television when you can just turn on the tv? I will admit that, when a student in a formal academic paper writes LOL, I do not laugh either out loud or to myself. In fact, I may deduct a point or two form that student’s score.

However, there may a more serious problem with our lust for acronyms. Is it possible that this tendency toward radical abbreviation is part of our tendency to value speed and ease over accuracy?

Take “my” acronym” for example. S.L.A.P. is nice because it is brief and actually spells a real word. However, what does this acronym say about the quality and nature of what I am saying? What if I’m planning to rob a bank or leave my wife? (I’m not doing either of those two things. I figured that I had better be clear about that before someone called the F.B.I. or my wife.)

S.L.A.G.P. does not spell a real word and doesn’t sound very nice either. However, the question that I need to ask myself early and often is this: Does this sound like a good plan? The truth is that plans can be good, or they can be many other things—bad, impractical, overly ambitious, self-centered, and a host of other not-so-good modifiers. In Jeremiah 29:11, we are told that God has good plans for Israel after their exile. But in Genesis 6:5, the Bible says that people’s hearts planned evil all the time. The same Hebrew word is used for “plans” in both of these Scriptures.

So, before I start slapping around a bunch of acronyms in the name of updating my vocabulary, I had probably better think about the accuracy of my words. Just because a word is clever or rolls off the tongue easily doesn’t make it the right word for the moment.

“Kintsugi: The Art of Repairing Broken Things”

Psa. 147:3     He heals the brokenhearted

                        and binds up their wounds.” (English Standard Version)

At the Hyde Park Art Show last Sunday, I encountered an intriguing word: the Japanese word kintsugi. Kintsugi is the art of using gold to repair broken things. I always thought that repairing broken things was a matter of making do, but apparently it is also one way of making art.

A personal observation: We are probably all more than a little broken. Oh, yes, I know. You have a friend who sends these wonderful, Hallmark-like Christmas newsletters that you secretly hate to receive. Her family is so together! However, maybe you don’t know your friend as well as you think you do. I say it again: We are probably all more than a little broken.

We tend to be a throwaway society. Planned obsolescence and mass production are our gods. But the true God is a God who heals those who are broken. Yes, even given your present brokenness, there is hope. Gather up the fragments of your shattered existence and place them in God’s hands. Who knows what golden beauty God can make of your brokenness?

God only knows.

“Transforming Pain into Beauty”

When I was in my thirties, I had migraines. They were especially frequent during my three years of seminary. Light was a problem, and everybody was yelling.

So, when I went to the Hyde Park Art Festival last Sunday, I was intrigued to chat with a migraine artist. Here is picture of a package of coasters I bought from her:

I haven’t had the courage yet to use these as coasters. Too pretty.

The artist, Priya Rama, has a wonderful slogan for her business: “Transforming Pain into Beauty”. When I had migraines, I never saw the beauty that she apparently does see. I saw squiggles, but they were grey.

However, I suspect that we can all transform pain into beauty in some way or another. Don’t get me wrong. Pain is still pain. But I’ve met people—real people—who found ways to transform pain into beauty.

In the midst of Judah’s exile to Babylon, the prophet Isaiah spoke the following words to a discouraged people who were in desperate pain:

Is. 61:1          The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,

                        because the LORD has anointed me

             to bring good news to the poor;

                        he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,

             to proclaim liberty to the captives,

                        and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;

2           to proclaim the year of the LORD’S favor,

                        and the day of vengeance of our God;

                        to comfort all who mourn;

3           to grant to those who mourn in Zion—

                        to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,

             the oil of gladness instead of mourning,

                        the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;

             that they may be called oaks of righteousness,

                        the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.

4           They shall build up the ancient ruins;

                        they shall raise up the former devastations;

             they shall repair the ruined cities,

                        the devastations of many generations.

Is. 61:5            Strangers shall stand and tend your flocks;

                        foreigners shall be your plowmen and vinedressers;

6           but you shall be called the priests of the LORD;

                        they shall speak of you as the ministers of our God;

             you shall eat the wealth of the nations,

                        and in their glory you shall boast.

7           Instead of your shame there shall be a double portion;

                        instead of dishonor they shall rejoice in their lot;

             therefore in their land they shall possess a double portion;

                        they shall have everlasting joy.

Is. 61:8            For I the LORD love justice;

                        I hate robbery and wrong;

             I will faithfully give them their recompense,

                        and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.

9           Their offspring shall be known among the nations,

                        and their descendants in the midst of the peoples;

             all who see them shall acknowledge them,

                        that they are an offspring the LORD has blessed.

Is. 61:10          I will greatly rejoice in the LORD;

                        my soul shall exult in my God,

             for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation;

                        he has covered me with the robe of righteousness,

             as a bridegroom decks himself like a priest with a beautiful headdress,

                        and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

11         For as the earth brings forth its sprouts,

                        and as a garden causes what is sown in it to sprout up,

             so the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise

                        to sprout up before all the nations.” (English Standard Version)

Apparently, God is an ancient practitioner of turning pain into beauty.

Many centuries later, Jesus would use these words (or at least some of them) as the basis of his inaugural sermon in his hometown (Luke 4:14-30). While he did not quote the bit about beauty from ashes (Isaiah 61:3), Jesus did speak a lot about pain. The story goes that he later took our sins, our pains, our guilts on himself at the cross. The cross, which was an ugly instrument of pain and torture, became a beautiful thing in Jesus. For those of us who are following Jesus, however stumblingly, this is the ultimate transformation of pain into beauty.

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