Huge Announcement & A Chance To Win Tony Kriz’s New Book

I’m officially announcing what has been the worst kept secret of my blog.

I’m launching a podcast!

In the podcast I interview different Christian leaders, theologians, authors, and thinkers. I already have a few interviews recorded and ready to go, and believe me, you’ll want to hear them. These are people whose books you’ve read, blogs you’ve scoured, and opinions you care about. 

Keep your eyes on this blog for info on the launch date and other details.

One author in particular that I interviewed just a few hours ago was Tony Kriz. Some of you may know Tony from Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller, whom he referred to as “Tony the Beat Poet.” Tony just released a very insightful and personal book call Neighbors and Wise Men. I can’t wait for you to hear the interview, but until then you can win a copy of his book, the very copy that I read myself in preparation for the interview, full of dogged ears, and pen & highlighter marks.

To enter, just tweet: “Hey @beardonabike I want to read @tonykriz new book!”  Tweet exactly what’s in quotes to win. I’ll find everyone who tweets it and pick a winner at random and announce it on Monday’s blog post.

Relationship Is Kryptonite To Self-Righteousness

Even a casual reader of the Bible would have to say that we are meant to be relational people. We’re “our brothers keeper,” “two are better than one,” Jesus spends his time with people, and not just people that are on board with his mission, not just people that agree with him. Yes, he is with his disciples much of the time, but he’s also with oppressive tax collectors (nothing in common with today’s tax collectors, so don’t even try), prostitutes, adulterers, and everyone in between. Our lives are supposed to be intertwined with others.

There are SO many reasons why this is significant, but right now I just want to talk about one. It is harder to be unloving when we’re in relationship with someone. It seems that God knows that something happens to our hearts when we know someone personally.

In other words…

If all we know of illegal aliens is what we see on Fox News, then we don’t really care what happens to them or their families, we just want them gone. But if we know one personally and have looked into her eyes and seen her as flesh and blood that Jesus died for, things change. If we see her not as a criminal trying to game the system, but as someone desperately trying to provide for her loved ones, it’s harder to generalize and put her into the category of parasite.

If all we know of corporate CEO’s is what you hear on MSNBC, then all we know is that they hate: women, minorities, and the poor. But if we knew one personally, we might see that those things are untrue. We may or may not agree with their methods, but that they just have different ideas on how to achieve the same goals that we have.

If all I know of welfare recipients is what talk radio tells me, then I’m angry and feel used. But if I know one, I might see that he works more than one job. That hungry children are waiting at home. That he must pray that his car starts every morning. That sometimes he has to decide between working or staying at home with a sick kid. It might make it harder to hurl generalizations on facebook.

Relationship is kryptonite to self-righteousness!

The point is not a political one. We can have our opinions, but those opinions must be covered in love, and we must see in others, the image of God in which they were created. 

 

 

I’m Coming Out Of The Pinterest Closet. (Compassion Blog Assignment #3)

My 3rd Compassion International assignment as a part of their blog month, is to promote their Pinterest contest.

This brings me to a confession. One value I hold dear and strive to achieve, is transparency. So in that spirit… I use Pinterest. Have for awhile now. I use Pinterest and I like it. Whew, feels good to be truly known.

In the beginning my wall was filled with bridesmaids in matching dresses, sticking their red Chuck Taylor clad feet out, memes of cats and dogs trying to fit into the same slipper, and “HOW-TOs” with instructions for turning a mason jar and mint green nail polish into a healthy muffin. I had to re-think my life, I decided to unfollow some of my friends boards (sorry), and started following people I didn’t know. Now, I’m happy to say that my wall is filled with motorcycles, tattoos, and super heroes.

But I digress. This isn’t about my manly pin boards. It’s about Compassion’s Pinterest contest!

This is a great way to spread the word about the life changing, and Great Commission fulfilling, work of Compassion International.Click on the “Pin It!” picture below to get the details and to sign up.

pinterest contest

There ya have it. You can follow my contest board if you want and I’ll follow your’s back. Now go use your Pinterest account for good instead of instructions on turning dish soap and a wooden pallet into an organic antiperspirant.

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Bible Interpretation: You’re Doing It Wrong. (maybe)

It’s not a cardboard platform, those aren’t flat plastic game pieces, and we’re not playing with our 4 year old nephew at the family reunion because we don’t want to watch the slide show of my 3rd cousins, grandparents baby pictures because I don’t even know who those people are anyway.

We’re playing on a board made of marble, with 3 dimensional pieces that are pawns, knights, bishops, rooks, a queen, and a king. So it’s a problem if we’re still playing by the rules of checkers. Maybe someone tries to tell us that we’re not utilizing the game for it’s intended purpose, but we insist that we are, because we’ve been king’ed twice and look at how many times we’ve jumped the opponent. It works, so I must be doing it right. Someone may point out that it doesn’t really work that well because those pieces don’t balance on each other when we’re king’ed, and most importantly, there’s a better, more accurate game to be played.

If you’ve been close to the Christian subculture for any amount of time you’ve probably heard someone espouse the nobility of interpreting scripture “literally.” I agree with some of those people on their meaning behind that, but the fact is that no one interprets scripture literally, not all of it, and no one should. I am in no way advocating for interpreting scripture any way you like, reading into it whatever suits you, in fact it’s quite the opposite of that, one purpose of good interpretation is to discover the story that God is trying to tell, not the one we are trying insert.

Let me give you an example of the “literal” problem; 1 Thessalonians 5:26 says clearly to “Greet all brothers with a holy kiss,” if there is any sect of Christianity that currently does this, I am not aware of it. Yet there it is, in black and white, no way around it. But for some reason, with this scripture, most believers across the spectrum seem to all agree that this begs to be put in context, and so we look to the culture of the day and we see that kissing was a common way of expressing sisterly and brotherly love, and that the heart of this passage, Paul’s intent, was that we should show our love, in Christ, to each other.

When you don’t look to the cultural context you wind up with some bad theology, you make Esther out to be a whore, men can’t wear hats (and women have to), heck Adam and Eve weren’t even properly married were they(maybe eating the apple was really their 2nd sin)!

This is not to say that nothing can be taken literally because much of the Bible should be. Jesus’s command to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and visit the prisoner,  for instance, was meant to be taken very literally.  The Bible’s call for sexual purity, while perhaps out of fashion,was meant to be taken literally.

In addition to scriptures original cultural context, we must also interpret through the lens of Jesus. When Jesus died on the cross and was resurrected, he forever altered history. Now we have to interpret everything that came before and after through the lens of Jesus’s death and resurrection. This is not something I’ve pulled from the sky, but Jesus himself in the Bible, proclaimed it. In John 5, he tells the Jewish leaders who are out to kill him “You study the Scriptures diligently because you think that in them you possess eternal life. These are the very Scriptures that testify about me…” We must read scripture, Old & New Testaments, in the light of Jesus. We must see, as Paul said, the “shadows” of the old covenant, speaking of the coming new covenant, that Jesus ushered in.

The problem comes when we don’t use our Holy Spirit driven discernment. Most of the time it’s because we don’t want to. We’d rather read specific passages, the way our parents, friends, or pastors tell us to read them, lest we be a isolated in our theology. Just as bad, we decide what we’re going to believe, what’s consistent with our politics or other worldview, and then we go looking for it in scripture, and what do you know, we tend to find it every time.

Don’t take the checkers/chess metaphor too far; interpreting scripture demands humility, and it isn’t about outfoxing an opponent. The thing about checkers is, it’s less complicated, you don’t have to think much, and it doesn’t demand much of you. It’s also not very fulfilling, I mean really, have you ever been overjoyed about winning checkers?!

But to play chess, you have to fully engage, it is more difficult, more is required on your part, but it’s also more rewarding. And if you’re playing with chess pieces, on a chess board, the only correct game to play, is chess.

This obviously isn’t an exaustive look at proper exegesis, but what do you think? Am I off base? Have you seen the checkers method of interpretation?

A Prayer for Vilson

In my previous post I introduced you to Supriya from India, and Vilson in Haiti. Recently my wife Kate and I received contact from Compassion concerning Vilson, detailing the following:

  • Tropical Storm Isaac caused flash floods and landslides in Haiti
  • There have been no reports of lives lost among Compassion children, however many of them & their families have lost belongings, & homes
  • The potential for cholera has increased because of the flooding
  • If Vilson was directly affected Compassion will contact us as soon as possible

With this in mind. I’d like to use today’s post to pray for Vilson and others in Haiti, and I invite you to do so with me.

Father,

Knowing that devestation and destruction are not apart of your character, we pray against it.
We ask that you bring reconciliation throughout creation.

For Vilson, his family, and those throughout Haiti, we ask for protection for the their physical bodies, that they would be unharmed, that their immune systems would be strong and able to fight off disease and sickness.
Provide for all of their needs: food, clean water, sanitary conditions, and shelter.

For their emotional and spiritual well-beings, please give them strength, mercy, and comfort, let them feel your presence amongst them in a very tangible way.

Be a rescuer, and a refuge.
Amen. 

They Don’t Care Who I’m Voting For.

A number of years ago, my church sponsored a Compassion Sunday and encouraged us to sponsor children through Compassion International. Since then I’ve followed the amazing work of Compassion, so when I learned that CI was asking bloggers to participate in their blog month, I was eager to jump on board. For this month, along with my normal posts, I’ll be posting based on specific assignments given to me by Compassion. 

                       

 


Meet Supriya & Vilson. Supriya is from India and Vilson is from Haiti. From what I can gather, Supriya & Vilson don’t care who I’m voting for. In all of the letters they’ve written Kate and me throughout the years, they’ve never inquired about our political opinions. Not once have they asked what we thought about Obama’s tax policy or Romney’s stance on immigration. My only conclusion is that they just don’t care, they’re concerned about more important things, things that most American kids their age don’t ever think about.

What they do ask about is our personal lives. They want to know how our vacation was, how our new jobs are working out and what’s going on with our extended family. It’s not all questions, they also tell us what’s going on in their lives, their hopes and interests. For instance Supriya wants to be a doctor, has for years, and she get very good grades. Vilson likes sports and games, and has a sister that he’s very close to.

They also thank us quite often, and almost every time they write, they tell us they are praying for us. We’ve grown to love these kids, and someday I hope we are lucky enough to meet them in person.

I’ll be talking more about Supriya & Vilson as the month goes on, but in the meantime, please take a minute to visit Compassion by clicking on the picture below. Just go there; you’re not agreeing to sponsor a child, just see what’s there, pray for them, think on them.

Death’s Sting Is Right Here And It Hurts Like Hell

On December 26th of last year, just hours after my wife, her family and I went to sleep on Christmas night, we awoke to devastating, life-altering news. My wife’s 23 year old brother, Jordan, had lost his life. This came less than a year after my wife’s Aunt Cathy and Uncle Mark lost their 20 year old son, Carson.

As a kid, I lost a few older family members, but when I became an adult and close family and friends started to pass away, I began to process these experiences based on what I knew about God and faith.

One question I kept coming back to was this: If we believe that we will see our loved ones again someday, if we believe that all of eternity will make life on earth seem short, like the blink of an eye, if death truly is a “see you later” rather than “goodbye,” then why do we grieve so deeply; why does it hurt so badly? This can be especially troubling

when you consider that in his letter to the church in Corinth, the Apostle Paul asked “Where, oh death, is your sting?”

Where, oh death, is your sting?!?! IT’S RIGHT HERE! THE STING IS RIGHT HERE AND IT HURTS LIKE HELL!

The morning that Jordan died, we all gathered at my wife’s grandparents’ house. We originally thought that we would be celebrating Christmas together, as the 25th hadn’t worked out for everyone. Instead, we spent the day grieving. It was good for us to be together; we cried, talked and gave hugs. Mark and Cathy were there and were a distinct comfort to all of us, especially my in-laws. At one point Cathy said “I know that Carson is with Jesus now, and that he’s okay, and not hurting, but I don’t care. I want him here with me,” and I thought- “That’s it! That’s why it hurts so badly.” Because even though we may have great faith, even though at some point this life may seem like a distant memory, right now it is not. Right now the minutes pass slowly and 40, 60, or 80 years without people we love feels like such a very long time; it feels like forever.

God never intended for us to be stoic supermen and women void of human emotions, or even worse, live some kind of Stepford Wife existence in which we are happy and smiling in the midst of our hearts being ripped out, all because of some misplaced notion that God is exalted by horrific tragedies.

So for now, I trust that Paul knew what he was talking about, and perhaps someday I will understand it on a deeper level. But today I’m comforted by Jesus himself. I remember that when Lazarus, Jesus’s close friend, “the one [he] loved so very much,” had died, Jesus wept. It’s almost as if we hear Jesus thinking “Wow, that does hurt.” He wasn’t just crying, he was weeping. Weeping is more than tears, it’s deeper, it’s ugly, your whole body convulses. It is the outward manifestation of what is going on inside the heart.

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That image is important, because if I can see Jesus weeping there in front of Lazarus’s tomb, then it’s easier to see him weeping with me, with us.

Your thoughts?

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