Bible study recorded 4-28-2019.
We dress up in our newest and finest to once again celebrate the most important event of history. We do this because our mom’s or dad’s taught us how important it is. We do this because as adults we choose to honor the One who rose again.
We can talk about deep theological truths, looking into Sal”vation” – Propiti”ation” – Reconcili”ation” … but in the end, when the dust and smoke has cleared, when it really sets in, and sinks deep into our being…
Easter is about Rel”ation” [RELATION].
Jesus came so we could stand before God in a right relationship.
God relating to His created being; you… me… us.
Without Jesus there is no relationship to the Lord of the Hosts of Heaven.
Without Jesus there is no meaning or purpose to our lives.
Without Jesus I am undone, with no escape from my own choices, and the consequences of my actions.
In my relationship with Jesus, I am whole, I receive forgiveness for my stubborn choices, and receive grace to see me through the consequences of my ill-chosen actions.
How does one arrive at such a relationship?
If you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved; for with the heart a person believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation.
When you see “salvation” here … think “right relationship.”
Easter is about how Jesus provide a path to God, by coming to God with an attitude of total submission, because He wants my best life for me.
What is your “-ation” (relationship) with God today?
Don’t have one? It’s Easter! He’s waiting for you now with open arms!
Come to Jesus! He is Alive!
About this time last week (10:30am Wednesday morning), I was experiencing a type of pain that is hard to describe. While working with a shovel, turning and tilling the flowerbed soil in front of our house, I was going at it pretty hard. The bed was filled with roots from the pre-existing shrubbery and plants, and all that had to go if our beautification effort was to proceed as planned. Unlike in the movies, the pain came on gradually, not suddenly. What began as a somewhat minor irritation, within about 10 minutes became a debilitating squeeze around my chest and both arms, as I was acutely aware of my second heart attack.
In April 2005, while simply making the bed, I was struck with shortness of breath, and experienced something like an imaginary elephant sitting on my chest. After driving myself to the emergency room, resulting in an indeterminate diagnosis since my EKG was normal, and going through enough blood work to fund a small blood bank, it was finally determined later that evening I did indeed have my first heart attack. The cardiac surgeon put in a stent in my right lower artery, and after a few weeks I was pretty much back to normal.
Last week, the pain was more like being slowly squeezed by a giant anaconda, every breath another shocking nuance of the increasing attack on my heart. This time I was smarter and asked my wife to take my blood pressure (you don’t want to know), and immediately take me to the ER… again. The team was very professional. From the young man who took the original EKG reading, to the ER Doctor who leaped into action, and the other 14-15 people who hooked me up, took past information, or stood there monitoring everything going on, each individual seemed to know exactly what to do with speed and precision.
Less than 20-30 minutes later I was in the Cath Lab prepped and receiving meds, while a different cardiac surgeon looked at my heart for the second time. The original stent was blocked, so they put the ole ballon in the artery, opened it up, removed the blockage, and I was good to go. Literally. I mean it. Within minutes of the end of the procedure itself, I felt no different than any other day over the last 14 years since the first stent was put in. Unfortunately, everyone else thought it was a good idea to keep me for 48 hours (precisely) from the end of the procedure to monitor my vitals, blood, and strength.
Looking back on the whole thing, it’s more like a dream than an actual event. Oh, the pain was real enough, but in hindsight, it really lasted less than two and a half hours, from start to finish. I ate well, all my bodily functions were working fine. By the time I left the hospital I was a little sleep deprived, but what are hospitals for except making you stand up out of bed at 4am to take a weight measurement from a heart patient?
I don’t know why it happened again, neither did the Doctor. She indicated stents are not necessarily designed to last forever so I need to keep constant vigilance on my diet, exercise, and body awareness… pretty much like I have for 14 years now. All things being equal, I’m no worse for the experience, but I’d rather not do it again.
So, here’s the thing.
When events like this occur, I often ponder, sometimes out loud (to make sure I’m not just daydreaming), “Lord, why did this happen? Did you CAUSE this to get my attention? Did you ALLOW this to teach me something? What are you saying to me today through this event?”
The answer for me may sound simple to you, but here is what I believe:
So, here I am. I’m still here. I’m still writing. I’m still teaching.
And I will until He calls me home.
Right now, my heart is good to go … one way, or another.
Well… here we go again.
We had technical difficulties with the recording process in our study on Acts 4:1-31. As a result the recording failed. However, in order to make the study available to all who are listening on line, or who missed the lesson, below is a link to download the notes I used to teach this lesson. As always I have included an outline for your own notes, and the take-away handout we gave out at the end of the class.
My apologies for this glitch.
Some folks were out of town… so I recorded the lesson.
To listen click the play link.