Don’t Kneel…Walk

So another “athlete” (a fencer), this time a white guy, takes a knee in protest against, among other things, the President.

The fencer writes, “I chose to sacrifice my moment today at the top of the podium to call attention to issues that I believe need to be addressed. I encourage others to please use your platforms for empowerment and change.”

Sacrifice? No, that would be the men and women in uniform (and their families).

But I have zero respect for the man or his actions.

It reminds me of an incident at one of my most favorite events…the National Bible Quiz Tournament.

Years ago the annual event was held and hosted by a dear friend of mine. He brought in a praise band to kick off the opening “rally.” This was at least twenty years ago, and some people were not used to drums, guitars, and a bit of loudness.

So a ministry that shall remain nameless had its leaders round up its teens and coaches and escorted them out of the auditorium…as the band played on.

I was beyond furious.

I went to one of the leaders and, ah, expressed my displeasure. He mumbled something about they had to get their room assignments cleared up. Even were that true, it doesn’t excuse the rudeness…

And I knew the leader…and the ministry enough to know that their rigid legalism was overpowering courtesy and respect.

But I remained furious.

And had no respect for them…why?…because they stayed to participate in the tournament.

Had they boarded their bus and returned to their home in “protest,” that would have been one thing. But they just made a big show of showing how “spiritual” they were by vacating the auditorium; but not the tournament.

Just as the fencer (why use his name) participated in the tournament on a team facilitated by the nation…and, though their may be some discipline applied by the overseers, I assume he wants to continue to enjoy the benefits and privileges of being on an American team.

Nah.

Either bail or show respect.

Oh…and his actions violated a commitment he had made, according to the Olympic Committee: “In this case, Race didn’t adhere to the commitment he made to the organizing committee and the USOPC,” USOPC spokesperson Mark Jones said. “We respect his rights to express his viewpoints, but we are disappointed that he chose not to honor his commitment.”

When Will We/I Ever Learn?

When-Will-We-Ever-LearnAnother one bites the dust.

Another key “leader”, author, mega church pastor…divorcing, renouncing faith.

And the beat goes on.

Part of the “great falling away”?

I don’t know.

But this I  know:

FOCUS ON JESUS! CONCENTRATE ON THE GOSPEL! DO YOUR OWN TIME!

Focus on Jesus: Hebrews 12.2 “keeping our eyes on Jesus, the source and perfecter of our faith.”

Concentrate on the gospel: 1 Corin 15.3 “For I passed on to you as most important what I also received: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures”

Do your own time: It’s prison talk, but it’s good talk…in prison you can’t do anyone elses time….you can only do your time. Same thing in life. 2 Corin 13.5 “Test yourselves to see if you are in the faith. Examine yourselves…” (Yes, it is more fun to examine others, but…) Psalm 139.23,24 “Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my concerns. See if there is any offensive way in me…” When’s the last time you asked the Holy Spirit to go on a “search and destroy” mission in your heart of hearts?

Beyond on this, as you fix your eyes on Jesus you won’t be fixing them on your favorite teacher/theologian/singer/pastor/etc.

What would it do to your faith if it was discovered somehow that John Calvin had a homosexual affair? Or that Moody was a drunk? Or that Arminius had a thing for children? Obviously…hopefully…none of those things are true..

But had I said a few days ago that Joshua Harris would slide into apostasy (there is no other word appropriate) most of you would have said “no way.”

What would happen to your faith if your favorite were to capsize tomorrow?

Don’t put your eyes or heart on any human.

They can all fail you.

All are mere men and mere women.

FOCUS ON JESUS! CONCENTRATE ON THE GOSPEL! DO YOUR OWN TIME!

NB?NB

I wish I could write like this…but this is the amazing Scotty Smith…his topic today reminds me of the old Navigators saying, “No Bible, no breakfast.” It is a matter of desire, discipline, and planning. Here is some incentive:

The Gospel for Breakfast (Lunch and Supper Too) 
SCOTTY SMITH

Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love,

for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Ps. 143:8

‘Why spend your money on food that does not give you strength? Why pay for food that does you no good? Listen to me, and you will eat what is good. You will enjoy the finest food.” Isa 55:2

Heavenly Father, there’s no better way to begin every day than feasting on the gospel. There’s no nutrient we need more than the fresh manna of your grace and a big helping of your unfailing love.

Nothing tastes as sweet as the assurance of your welcome, presence, and affection. No matter our diet preferences or food allergies, all of us can feast upon all the Bread of Life you’ll serve up.

Because, apart from the gospel, we whine more than we worship, and we judge others quicker than we love them. When we skip a breakfast of grace, we get our feelings hurt too easily and we overlook stuff too slowly. Little things take on too much meaning, and the important things get buried under a pile of bad attitudes.

When we choose other libations than Living Water, we fret about ourselves more than we spend time adoring Jesus; we get more resentful than restful, and our fears grow bigger as our faith shrinks. When we bypass the banquet of the gospel, we reach for “junk food” all day long—literally and figuratively.

Father, because of your unfailing love for us in Jesus, we reaffirm our love for you and trust in you. Keep filling us with the beauty of Jesus, a daily supply of your mercies, and the all-sufficiency of your grace.

… we bless you for your kindness, praise you for your faithfulness, and worship you for making us your beloved children in Christ. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ triumphant and powerful name.

Know Who Said This?

2014-02_WhoSaidItDemo3Here’s a quotation for you to contemplate:

“…there are some things so dear, some things so precious, some things so eternally true, that they are worth dying for. And I submit to you that if a man has not discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.”

Without googling it…who do you think said it?

I’ll let this rest here a day or two and then I’ll comment who said it and when…

So…comment as to who you think said it; and, if you wish, what you think of the quote:

Musing on Music

1 Jack 1.8 “I hate money, and I hate music. No matter what you do, you’re wrong.” That is why I love this quote from the Narnia guy: contemporary-Christian-music
“The first and most solid conclusion which (for me) emerges is that both musical parties, the High Brows and the Low, assume far too easily the spiritual value of the music they want. Neither the greatest excellence of a trained performance from the choir, nor the heartiest and most enthusiastic bellowing from the pews, must be taken to signify that any specifically religious activity is going on. It may be so, or it may not.”
(Clive Staples) C. S. Lewis

Grateful Tribute to Great Man – “Dr Al”

Madly cleaning my office before I head out for camp speaking again.

Found this:

dr al

Suddenly realized Dr. Metsker – a pivotal figure in my life and ministry – was younger than me when he passed into glory.

His was a life well-lived.

He was instrumental in Youth For Christ, and founded and directed Kansas City Youth For Christ (which, sadly, no longer exists).

And he began “Christ Unlimited Bible Institute” in the early 1970s.

Shortly after parole I began working as a “minister of sanitation” (aka Janitor) at a church in Newhall, California.

During Easter vacation week I was tasked with washing the windows of the k-6 school the church operated. Thankfully I was assigned a couple teens to assist.

One was Billy Bob Maxim. His parents were raised in Kansas City and grew up with KCYFC. They sent Billy Bob and his brother back to KC each summer to attend the ranches (camps) YFC offered.

Billy Bob came back and started a YFC-like Bible club. No one had told him he couldn’t, so he simply did.

And during the window washing Billy Bob asked me to speak at his YFC Club.

I replied, “What’s a YFC club?”

One thing progressed to another, and I spoke at the club which met in his home.

A week or so later Jerry Johnston, one of Dr Al’s “preacher boys” (also an early favorite of Jerry Falwell) came into town. In a conversation he told me about Christ Unlimited Bible Institute – a place where students spent three hours a day in the Word, one hour a day learning methods of youth ministry…and hours of practical, on-the-job experience.

Sounded like a good fit for a guy who got saved in jail enroute to a few years in prison. With no church background I had nothing to unlearn, but much to learn.

But  I was only months out of prison, and still on parole. Would the officials allow me to go even if the school accepted me?

I filled out the application, put a stamp on it, and mailed it…and waited.

A few weeks later I got word that I was accepted. California officials transferred my parole to Missouri…and off I went.

Who knew?

Al and Vidy (his wife) years later told me they were driving from the YFC office to their home as Vidy read my application to Al.

They wondered…do we accept a guy who is pretty much fresh out of prison? A guy who is still on parole? A guy who did a whole lot of bad stuff?

They prayed for guidance…and then decided to give me a chance.

Who knew?

I flew to Kansas City with a bit over twenty bucks to my name. No job, no place to stay.

The date was August 31, 1977.

As I waited for someone to pick me up at the airport, I opened the Word and decided to read Psalm 31, since that was the date.

And the last verse ministered to me as only the Word of God can:

“Be strong and courageous, all you who put your hope in the Lord.”

Before the sun went down August 31 I had a job and a place to stay.

Who knew?

As I got to know Al I knew the man had quirks – as do we all. But, oh, he had energy. He had wisdom. He had love.

And he poured his all into us.

He dropped Al-isms regularly:

“Involvement is the key to success.”

“Use them or lose them.”

“What got them there keeps them there.”

“You look good to me.”

“I hate the power company.” (long story)

“Quote or you won’t be quoted.”

And, for anyone who had the privilege of knowing Dr Al, who can forget this:

dont quit

In fact I put a booklet together to hand to our graduating class, “Quotations from Chairman Al.” I need to search and see if I still have a copy.

Who knew?

Al and Vidy have influenced thousands upon thousands.

Many are still in vocational ministry. Three of Midland’s staff members are CUBI grads, another had parents who worked for the ministry for years.

Who knew?

All I know is that I’d not be equipped to do the work had it not been for Al and Vidy deciding to let me come to CUBI.

All I know is that every day I put into practice something Al taught and, more important, modeled.

In the years since his death there have been some who have trashed his name, his work, his reputation. Some of that tripe has been published in newspapers. They couldn’t attack his character or his morals; so they attacked his methods. If you don’t know of what or of whom I speak; don’t research it. Ignorance of such stuff is not a bad thing.

But, oh, it irks me.

Was Al perfect?

No. But he deserves to be praised, thanked, and honored.

And this is a small attempt on my part to so do.

Every life touched through my availability is tremendously indebted to Dr Al.

And I am one of thousands.

Who knows how many souls have been saved, how many Christians have been exhorted, edified, challenged over the years through those who were taught, loved, and sent by Dr. Al?

We know Who knows.

And I ask Him to give Al a high-five and a hug from me.

From all of us.