The Passing of Time

“I blinked, and spring break and ‘spring forward’ was here.”  I haven’t really said this aloud, but have been thinking it for the last few days.  Spring break for the public schools around here starts this weekend, and the spring forward for Daylight Saving Time happens at 2am this coming Sunday morning.

It’s also been warmer than normal the past few weeks, which has prompted the swelling of buds, the leafing out of the early shrubs and trees, and the popping up of tulips and other early flowers.  I’ve even seen a few insects flying around in the evening around our front porch light (I wonder how they got there this soon?).

Kids are playing outside in the yards and streets.  People are using the walking paths in the park.  Birds are more active now.  And that itch to get outside and get some yard work done is becoming stronger each day.

I am amazed at the rapid passing of time.  When I was a youngster, I remember thinking that the summer days would never end.  There were endless things to do outside; innumerable places to explore, and as far as work was concerned, the field work, it seemed, went on and on.  I couldn’t wait for school to end.  And I couldn’t wait for it to start again in September.

Now, it seems that September runs squarely into April, and April runs squarely into December.  Wasn’t it only a few weeks ago that we were celebrating Thanksgiving with the family?  And wasn’t it but a year or so ago when we moved into our home by the park?  Oh, and you’re telling me that my older brother is now 76 years old??  Whatever happened to his 40s and 50s?

In just a few years, our older son will hit 40.  Shoot, I remember my 40^th birthday very well…it was only a couple of years ago, wasn’t it?  And the grandkids are going to hit their teen years before long.  I thought they were still in diapers!

I know I’ve written about this before.  But I continue to be amazed at the swift passage of the days and weeks.  I wonder if I’ve made the best use of the time I’ve been given.  I wonder if there are things I’d like to do or need to do that I’d better get busy doing, or it will soon be too late.  I long to take the time to slow down and “smell the roses” along the way.  And I’d like to be able to impart the wisdom of slowing down and enjoying the moment to those who are always hurrying…always rushing…always occupied.

More and more I understand what James said in the New Testament.  “How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog--it's here a little while, then it's gone.”  That’s true, of course.  But it’s also true that each one of us is uniquely loved and cherished by the God who made us.  The time is rapidly coming when we will place ourselves at His mercy and claim the promises He has made to us.  Others will take our places in life and in the creation.  And the cycle continues.

My thoughts want to break out in praise.  I can think of no better than, “Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!  Praise Him all creatures here below!  Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts!  Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!  AMEN

Principles From the Past

I am reading with interest a book called, Just Who Does God Think He Is? By Charles P. Hooten.  The book goes into some depth regarding God declaring his person and his purpose.  It talks about God declaring his deity, his character, his emotions.  It’s an interesting, but in-depth read.

One of the chapters talks about the holiness of God and the necessity of his people to also be holy.  One of the points in that discussion is that a holy person will, like God, receive an alien into the community with the grace of God.  The point is made that in the days of Israel in the Old Testament, God gave specific instructions to Israel to accept the alien and sojourner into the Israeli flock.  The specific text is found in Leviticus 19:34.  “The stranger who resides with you shall be to you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself.”  Leviticus 24 says that there is one standard in keeping the Law for both the stranger (alien) as well as the Israelite.

We can learn a lot for our modern day issues such as illegal immigration from the principles found in the Bible.  Yes, the passages we are talking about are from the Old Testament.  But remember that even though we are no longer under the Law, the principles that are inherent in the text may well apply to us today just as they applied to God’s people then.  Because, you see, God doesn’t change.  What he thought then he thinks now.  How he wanted his people to live and act then is how he wants his people to live and act now.  The specifics of the rules may change; the principles do not.

So, what can we learn from the way God told his people Israel to treat the stranger and alien?  First, we are to love them as we love ourselves.  Second, the alien is to assimilate into the culture and abide by the societal expectations of the native.  That’s what it means when it says that the standard is the same for both the native and the stranger.

We know that any foreigner who wished to be a part of the Israelite nation and align himself with Israel was obligated to reject any prior idolatrous ways and take on the requirements of Israel’s covenant with God. A key part of that covenant was circumcision, the sign of God’s covenant with Israel.

Now, I’m not advocating circumcision for all aliens who hit the shores of the United States.  Remember, I said the PRINCIPLE holds…not necessarily the rules.  So where does it leave us when we look at the principles that come from this passage of sacred text?

The principle is, it seems to me, that whoever comes to be part of this (or any) nation, must first be loved by the natives.  Second, the alien should do all he can to assimilate himself into the fabric of the society.  Legal status seems to be the prime mover here.  Closely following that might well be productivity and participation in the community, with the eventual goal of naturalization.

Conversely, the native society must not make the process so onerous that it is impossible or virtually impossible to assimilate and become part of the fabric of the community.  Sensible laws and regulations seem to be co-existent along with the obligation of the foreigner.

I know this is just my opinion, and the opinion of the author of the above-mentioned book.  But the opinion is worth pondering, even as we look even more fully into the words of God to extract principles for living today.  And for the Christian, my presumption is that the admonition to love the foreigner as one loves oneself is not optional.  Both the Old and New Testaments, and even Jesus Himself have been very clear on our obligation to love one another.  I think that if we even do that as God asks, the rest will follow rather readily and quickly.

I Can't Wait!

I went to Botanica today right after lunch.  Now, that hasn’t been my usual haunt, but for Christmas, I bought the wife and myself membership in Botanica, which among other things permits free access to the gardens for all but special occasions.  Today I was in sort of a pensive mood after lunch and decided to go to the gardens.

The early bulb flowers were just coming out of the ground, for the most part.  Some of the jonquils were beginning to bloom, but it will be another few weeks before the rest of them and the tulips are in bloom.  The rest of the garden was still in dormancy, and the various streams and waterfalls that are in the gardens haven’t been cleaned and activated yet this year.  There was an area of pansies that had been planted recently, which gave a lot of color to that part of the garden, and there were a few species of birds and the occasional squirrel as well.

Of course, this time of year there aren’t many visitors to the garden.  There were some volunteers and workers doing this or that to clean up or fix up, but otherwise, I think I was about it.  I found a walk toward the south end of the garden that I knew was fairly out of the way, and enjoyed the quiet and time to think.

In this same area was a small garden area with a waterfall that hadn’t been started up yet, a bench to rest, and a bird feeder.  It was also in a kind of depression, so was sheltered from the wind and some of the noise of some construction going on outside the garden and down the street.  I stayed there for probably 30 minutes or so, just soaking in the area.

I know I will come back here many times over the coming months.  Much of that time, I will come back during the day and find a place to just sit (or stand) and watch and listen.  Later this spring, the butterfly house will be active with lots of butterflies inside.  I’ll probably go in there too.  And the rose garden will come to life shortly, with thousands of roses on many, many bushes of all kinds, colors, and sizes.  There is also an outdoor butterfly garden, with species of plants in it that naturally attract butterflies, I presume.  I look forward to seeing what all is in there during the full bloom of spring and summer.

This garden is in the middle of urban Wichita, along the Arkansas River, about 5 minutes from the middle of downtown Wichita.  It is an oasis of sanity and reflection in a world that all too often is running headlong over the lemming cliff.  My gift to my wife and myself promises to bring much more return than the small amount of money it cost.  I can’t wait!

Move!

I saw the accompanying photo on my Facebook page not long ago.  It was accompanied by a note saying something to the effect of, “If you don’t move once in awhile, you become a permanent fixture.”

That’s true, of course.  Just as this old combine has become a permanent fixture in this grove of trees and undergrowth, we too can become permanent fixtures in places and ways we really don’t wish to become.  And when that happens, it takes something akin to a chain saw to get us loosened from the pickle we’ve gotten ourselves into.  (I know I ended with a preposition…it fits in the sentence.)

Movement needs to be physical, yes.  But movement also needs to be mental, emotional, and spiritual.  We are complex beings, made up of all of those parts.  All of those parts have to be exercised from time to time in order to not become sluggish or worse.

We need to read.  We need to be aware of the world around us.  We need to continue to learn, be inquisitive, to challenge our long-held beliefs, and marvel at the creation.  We also need to interact with others in positive ways, continue to develop those relationships, and be a productive part of society.  And we need to continue in our quest for not only knowledge of the God who made us, but to actually become more and more like the perfect example we find in the God-Man Jesus Christ.

It’s only because we keep our physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual selves exercised and moving that we keep ourselves healthy.  Paul the great apostle said it well when he said, “I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”

Paul wasn’t content with where he was and who he was.  He wasn’t content being “good enough.”  He continued to “press on” even in his older age toward the goal.  And we should emulate him as we go through our own life’s time line.

We don’t know how much time we have left.  We do know that we need to make the most of the time that has been given to us, and “redeem the time” in ways that are productive and proper and appropriate.

To sit still is to become a permanent fixture, tied up in ways that we don’t like and can’t get away from on our own.  Life is movement.  Life is activity.  Life is energy.  Live it to the full.

I'm Tired of This

I had a conversation of sorts with a gentleman on Facebook yesterday.  Now, it’s not normally the kind of conversation I have with folks on that social media site.  We were talking about the homeless situation in Wichita, in the context of what churches were doing to help mitigate that issue.  The man is not a Christian (he said so), and was asking me what churches will open their doors TONIGHT (his emphasis) to house the homeless.  The way he said it and the context he said it in led me to believe that he was trying to make the point that churches do nothing to really help.

I responded that I wasn’t privy to the information he wanted, and that he could contact Interfaith Ministries, who coordinates these efforts, to find out.  That wasn’t evidently good enough for him, as he continued to belabor the point that I wouldn’t tell him which churches would be open TONIGHT.  I also asked him if he was homeless and needed help, or if he wished to volunteer and be part of the solution.  He didn’t respond to that.

Although I don’t know this man, the tone of his comments and his line of thought was that he wants to blame the churches for having buildings, but not opening them to the homeless.  In other words, they do nothing to help.  Now, I know I’m putting words into his mouth, but I’ve had these conversations before, and they take a familiar pattern.

I’m tired of people who aren’t Christians, aren’t part of any church organization, don’t volunteer, and have no compassion for the down-and-out disrespecting churches and those who are members of them.  These people don’t have a clue what REALLY (emphasis mine) happens within a church body in terms of compassion, service, and giving.  Their “cure” for homelessness, using this example, is for churches to unlock their doors and let people in.

Well, let’s see.  Some churches (I use the term “church” loosely to mean, depending on the context, the people, the building, or the organization) don’t have adequate bathroom and shower facilities.  Some don’t have adequate volunteers to staff it all night.  Some don’t have the cots, blankets, etc.  And some don’t meet fire codes for housing people.  Some have liability insurance issues that preclude that kind of service.  Others may not have adequate kitchen facilities.  Buildings for churches generally aren’t built to house people, as in a motel.  They are built for meetings and gatherings.

Churches DO purchase and maintain other buildings for the purpose of housing the homeless.  Churches DO purchase motel room rental, serve food, and give away clothing and blankets.  Churches DO volunteer to staff other homeless shelters.  Churches DO contribute money for their support.  Churches DO pray for, weep for, and advocate for the homeless.  If churches wouldn’t do what they do, this issue would be multiple times worse than it is.

People who would rather pick at, poke, and argue rather than doing something aren’t on my favorite friends list.  And people who haven’t a clue what the real world is like when it comes to service, social issues, and those who are on the front lines battling Satan every day aren’t there either.

I don’t want people to pat me or anyone else on the back for a job well done.  We don’t do this in order to receive some kind of praise from others.  We do this because we know we are the hands and feet of Jesus Christ on earth.  We do this because we know it’s the right thing to do.  We do this because we are in a battle with the satanic enemy of God.  We do this because all people matter to God; and all people matter to us.

I’m tired of this.

Try It

Well, it’s the new year.  I suppose that I should be happy, happy, happy that the old year has been swept away and the prospects of a new year loom fresh and unsullied by the world…yet.  But I’ve been through enough new years in my life that I know the new will be mostly a repeat of the old, and that not much will really change regarding world peace, politics, or the human condition.

I guess we should always carry the banner of hope that THIS election year will be about the issues instead of insanities…that THIS year we will find the ultimate answer to the Jewish/Arab problems in the Middle East…that THIS year we will make peace with Isis and they with us...that THIS year Kansas will win the Big 12 football championship…that THIS year, well, you get the picture.

I am always amused at some of my Facebook friends who complain about their lot in life, but never seem to actually DO anything to change that.  They hate how they look, what they weigh, who they have a relationship with, where they live, or what they do for a living.  They have big ideas, big plans, and big dreams of change, and never seem to get started on them.  I think they enjoy complaining more than they hate all of the other.

I’ve been there, though.  I can relate.  It’s not easy to get out of the rut of life, even when that rut is less than comfortable.  There is a certain comfort in the uncomfortable.   There is a certain security in the known.  There is a certain relief in the torment.

I don’t know about you, but I’m more and more convinced that the human race is just about the most inconsistent, incompetent, and erratic kind of life form that ever has been or is.  We lack judgment.  We persist in tormenting ourselves.  We know what we need to do to get out of the hole we’ve dug, but we stubbornly refuse the offer of grace and salvation from ourselves.  Shall I say it?  We are idiots all!!

So, what are your big ideas and plans for the coming year?  And how many of those big ideas and plans in years past have you made and not seen come to fruition?  What do you plan to do differently this year than you’ve done in years past to make that outcome different this year?

Or are you finished with the big ideas?  You no longer make any plans.  You’ve just given up and given in on life as it is, and you want to just make it through another year relatively unscathed.

Let me offer you an alternative.  You’ve tried everything else…why not try Jesus Christ?  Test him.  Challenge him.  Dare him.  Put him on the front burner.  Let him have your life.  Give him your all.  What have you got to lose except the despair and hopelessness that you’ve known up to now?  Try it…I think you’ll like it.