There is no way to resolve everything in Scripture without faith.
The answer lies in whether you see yourself through your own eyes (self-examination) or through the eyes of others (expressed in how they respond when you are around). Herein lies the problem. The definition of extrovert vs. introvert is almost always housed in psycho-babble more confusing than it actually needs to be to help a person answer the question. Here is one example:
“Introverts are most comfortable interacting in small groups and with one-on-one relationships, and are energized by spending time alone. Extroversion is a personality type characterized by traits such as sociability, assertiveness, and cheerfulness.” (quote from: https://www.simplypsychology.org)
When I typed this title question into the BING search engine it produced 2,200,000 results, which is probably as telling as anything I’ve said so far. Then I revised my question to ask “extrovert or introvert test” which produced 2,290,000 results. On of these tests, I took the time to answer every question as accurate as I could, and in the end came up with the answer I already knew about myself from my own self-examination over the years. Here is what came back:
“You are an ambivert – a mixture of both personality types. It means that depending on your mood, you can gain energy either from socializing or being on your own. You enjoy social interaction, are interested in other people, and love to get to know them. But just like introverts, you feel the need to withdraw and stay on your own after a social event. Yet, too much alone time makes you feel restless and lonely, and you find yourself craving social contact again.” (https://www.learning-mind.com/introvert-or-extrovert-test)
This word describes every aspect of the various seasons of my life, from High School, through College, marriage, and working in different environments where I was forced to be an extrovert part of the time, wanted to hide like an introvert part of the time, and for the bulk of the time was a blending jumble of both/and not either/or resulting in Ambivertness. (Yes, I know that is not a word, and the incorrect use of grammar, but there it is – I said it anyway. My extrovert is showing.)
The problem I’ve discovered over all this time is how our culture today has taken this whole either/or concept and made it into an art form. You can either be this or that, but not both at the same time, or move from one into the other and back again. And, you don’t change at all, becoming one or the other over time, you just are, or you aren’t one or the other.
Wrapping people up in tiny little boxes with labels has been the problem for thousands of years. In fact, one of the greatest evidences of this is found in how people treated Jesus of Nazareth. Ask yourself, “was Jesus an extrovert or an introvert?” How most people answer this question says much about their own knowledge of Scripture, but specifically their understanding of what Jesus said, and how Jesus behaved, as a Hebrew male in Nazareth and Jerusalem and all points in between or nearby.
In Scripture, we see Jesus in the middle of crowds of thousands, teaching, healing, playing with children, confronting His enemies who would later have Him killed. But we also see Jesus calling those 12 men He chose, pulling them aside and away from the massive crowds for alone time. Within that smaller group, we also see Jesus taking just three of them, Peter, James, and John, even farther from the 12 to do side trips. And last we also see Jesus moving away by Himself, for quiet-alone times by Himself, away from every other person or distraction. Jesus was neither an extrovert or introvert. Jesus was an ambivert.
I have known for some time now that I wanted to model for people around me, what it means to be like Jesus. Now, I’ve found that as an ambivert, I am like Him. So, what can you do with this information?
If you know your tendency is to be an introvert: shy, silent mostly, and alone much of the time, find a way in your own life to be like Jesus… find some friends, hang out, speak up, be bold. He will help you do this.
If you know your tendency is to be an extrovert: ready to party, ready to meet new people, ready to speak your mind, find a way in your own life to be like Jesus… calm down, get away, shut your pie hole one time and let someone get a word in. Trust me, He will help you do this.
Regardless of what your tendency might be, remember these words from the Apostle Paul to the church in Philippi describing his own ambivertness (I did it again):
“I know how to get along with little, and I also know how to live in prosperity; in any and every circumstance I have learned the secret of being filled and going hungry, both of having abundance and suffering need. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.” [Philippians 4:12-13]
The old Bee Gees song lyric was,
“It’s only words, and words are all I have to take your heart away…”
Words are what make us unique from every other species on the planet.
We communicate in language… in words.
I may occasionally use the wrong word with the right intention and be completely misunderstood.
On rarer occasions still, because my tone was correct, or my inflection convincing, your own five sense look past the words as they fall on your ears, and see my heart loving you, beyond any word known to man.
When our eyes meet, when I feel the gentle stroke of your hand on mine, is it any wonder that I struggle to put two words into a sentence that make sense to the world?
When we say the exact same thing, at the exact same time, and laugh out loud at the timing of such a silly thing, it’s not really the words at all… it’s the connection we share, the fleeting intimate moments of oneness.
You know when I say bass-akwards, the meaning is something else.
Just like when I heard you say, “It’s so morantic,” I knew exactly what you meant.
So, proving the old Bee Gees song is in fact just good lyrical writing, it’s not about the words so much at all is it?
In the end, it’s about being…
and … first, last, and always…
It’s about us.
And I choose us.
Some years ago it occurred to me that even though my life lacked romance and intimacy, that these were elements of my life I hoped would come to me one day. Using this as motivation, I wrote a series of free-form verses of poetry. Sometimes they rhyme, many times they don’t. Yet each conveys a yearning for something more… and I have finally found it. This is the first I’ll share, with a few more to come, until the love of my life says “that’s enough.” I’m not sure she ever will… for they reflect what I have found in her.
Just a few of the faces I’ve seen.
All coming from one set of muscles designed to demonstrate unlimited tales of emotion.
Yours is beyond beautiful.
The lines of time in all the right places, enhancing your glow, casting spells on all who care to see.
The eyes, nose, cheeks, lips all perfectly placed, what a marvelous creation.
Each expression a diamond mine to explore until time is no more.
And even then, there would be no end to the joy that is your face.
Mine seems to be one dimensional compared to yours.
I lack the luster, and grace of the excitement of your eyes.
My nose just sits there whether I talk or listen.
Yours with all it’s tiny curls and twitches brings brilliance to every laugh, drama to every tear.
My lips too long have drawn taunt with frustration, anger, depression.
Yours always inviting conversation and the taste of life and love.
Why is it that women’s faces are always so beautiful, and men’s always so worn and chiseled?
It doesn’t seem fair until I realize one simple truth.
Men were never intended to look into mirrors.
They were created to look into the divine and bring him glory.
And to facilitate that end, God in his infinite wisdom gave man the greatest of all gifts.
The faces of the woman he loves.
Perhaps the one command the Apostle Paul made we have the most trouble with is, “make yourself nothing.” I know there are those who will say, “Paul never said that!” Oh but he did. He wrote to the church in Philippi that they should “… have the same mindset as Jesus Christ;” (Philippians 2:5). So we have to look forward about what Paul says Jesus Christ’s mindset was. And it was this, “… he made Himself nothing…” (Philippians 2:7).
Now, there is a troubling thought. Our current cultural climate doesn’t even allow us to think about becoming nothing. You can’t invest nothing, you can’t deposit nothing in the bank. There is no self-esteem seminars for nothing filled nobodies. Nothings get laughed at, demeaned, or cancelled today.
But Paul says, “Jesus… made Himself nothing.” This was a willful choice emphasized by His actions. Think for a minute about what this means. All His divine rights and privileges, Jesus cast aside to become nothing… a nothing like you or me… human. How do you measure the height of this descending concept? The distance between God and man has been the subject of thousands of books, movies, plays or poems. But it cannot be measured.
The Creator of all things, of energy, animals, mankind and the universes of heaven, chooses to empty Himself and become nothing, so I can be something. Jesus subjects Himself to obedience as a human child to say, “Yes Dad, and ok Mom.” Jesus gives up the relentless praise of all the heavenly angels, to hear only the constant ridicule of the Jews and humanity. Jesus Christ leaves heaven for earth for a singular purpose and end. The Cross of Calvary.
As if that were not enough, in making this choice, Jesus moves from sinless to sin-filled… filled by the sins of all mankind before and after Him, facing the raging wrath of God’s anger toward sin. But we have to remember something here. Jesus was not forced to do this. He wasn’t coerced or blackmailed. This action was an intentional and conscious decision made in an unwavering commitment to the will of God.
Jesus chose a life of giving Himself away, serving those who followed Him, losing His life on a cross, and dying for all of humanity. He made Himself “nothing.”
This is a hard teaching from scripture and goes against human nature, conventional wisdom, and cultural logic around the globe. Yet, it is what Paul demands that we adopt as our own mindset if we are true Christ-followers. Anyone, any teacher, preacher, or Sunday School leader who has suggested the Christian life is easy, may need to rethink the teaching of Philippians 2, and the call to “nothingness.”
It makes no sense to the lost world. It makes no sense to the religious community. It is non-sense to most people today. But to the true Christ-follower, by the authority of the Apostle Paul, given to him by Jesus Himself, this is a command, not an option. Maybe, this command is challenging you today to rethink everything you’ve ever been taught about what it means to follow Christ. Especially in a world ravaged by the politically motivated, power-hungry “somebodies” who want to tell you what to believe, how to act, what you can and cannot say. Does a nobody even have a voice?
Adopting the mindset of Jesus Christ will speak louder than any silver-tongued politician who thinks themself “somebody” when they are the real “nobodies” when compared to Jesus the Savior.
Trust Him. Follow Him. Descend with Him, into nothing.
I’ve observed, lived through, and learned some valuable life lessons over the past couple of months. Life and Death have knocked on the door twice during this period and it was an eye-opener if there ever was one. My loving, gracious, beautiful wife lost both her parents in what can only be described as a bizarre look at the frailty of life.
Just one year ago, before the big “C-19”, on that Wednesday before Turkey-Day we were planning thanksgiving with her parents at their home in Lubbock, Texas. It went how many thanksgiving meals go… the turkey wasn’t quite unfrozen when it was cooked, so came out of the oven a little less done and just a tad rubbery. The conversation around the table was occasionally filled with the tension between parents and children derived from years of misunderstanding, miscommunication and borderline abuse. Yet, this time last year, these two people were perfectly healthy 87 year old adults.
On Monday, November 9, 2020, Eleanor “Skeet” McLain Brown took an afternoon nap. When she awoke, she was in the arms of Jesus.
Skeet was born to Jessie Marie and Thurston Vernon “TV” McLain on September 23, 1932. She was the middle daughter of three girls. Skeet attended Lubbock High School 1948-1950 where she was head cheerleader her senior year. In high school, she fell in love with the star athlete, Bobby Brown. She attended Texas Tech, he was at TCU, but he couldn’t live without her, so they married November 25, 1950 in Clovis, NM. Skeet was a homemaker and mother to Pamela and Gregory. Throughout their 70 years together, Skeet and Bob lived in El Paso, Wichita Falls, Ruidoso, and Lubbock at various times. However, Lubbock was their home, so Lubbock is where they chose as their final destination.
Playing bridge was Skeet’s passion and an easy way to meet new friends wherever she lived. She leaves behind many loving, forever friends who loved her as she loved them. My mother was a beautiful woman who taught me to never leave the house without eyebrows and lipstick.
As it was at the beginning of their lives together, never being apart from each other for very long; so, it was at the end of their journey. She only survived 19 days without her life partner.
Robert “Bobby” Brown passed away peacefully at home Wednesday, October 21,2020. Bob was born July 6, 1932 in San Angelo Texas to Malcolm and Mary T Burton. He attended Lubbock High School 1947-1950. On June 15, 2019, Bobby was very humbled and appreciative of being inducted into the 2019 class of LISD Athletics Hall of Honor for football and baseball 1947-50. He was a very talented athlete, earning all-state recognition in baseball and football. He played pro baseball for the Cleveland Indians minor league, until an injury ended his baseball career.
Now, Bob and Skeet were loved by many people. They were probably equally disliked by just as many people. But, this is only because… they were PEOPLE. People make choices, and Bob and Skeet made choices. One of the things I discovered over the years, that captured me about Bob, was how he would just give things away. He gave away every golf club he ever owned, and he owned many. He gave away lawn equipment, household furnishings; well, you name it, if he didn’t need it, you could have it.
And, I’ve seen the pictures of Skeet when the was a young woman, raising a family, and I have to tell you, I know where my wife got her beauty. She was ever conscious to put herself forward in the most presentable manner.
Bob and Skeet Brown were two people loved each other for their whole life. They lived their lives together. They made plans, and lived never looking back. But they weren’t perfect. Nobody’s perfect. Or to my point “Pobody’s Nerfect.” You thought I couldn’t spell, right? No, it’s just an eye-catcher.
For me, the past couple of months was like I was looking back through the lens of my own life in many ways. I too, have made many choices that were perhaps good for me, and not so good for other folks. But they were my choices, and I owned them. I still own them. In the end, Bob and Skeet did too.
I was there, holding Bob’s hand when Jesus called him home. It was a dear and precious time to me, and one I won’t ever forget. And while Bob was anything but “perfect” during any moment of his 88 years on earth… today, in the arms of Jesus – Bob is perfect.
Pam and I were working a puzzle that afternoon on November 9th. That morning, when Pam had spoken to her mother, Skeet seemed vibrant, dressed and ready for the day of activities, which included a visit to her Dr. Then, later that day, Pam got “the” call that turned our world upside down again. Less than three weeks had gone by, and her mom simply took a nap and went to be with Bob once again. This beautiful imperfect woman is also now perfect, wrapped up in the arms of Jesus.
I put Skeet first in the narrative above, because for most of their life, it was all about Bob. And well, like Jesus said, at least for the purpose of this article, “the first shall be last, and the last shall be first.” It’s ok, I think Bob is smiling about it all now. In fact, I think he might just be saying, “well, Jim, in the end, I think you got it right.”
I’m thinking, Pobody’s Nerfect.
Last year I watched the entire production series of a fascinating futuristic pseudo-science show called “Fringe.” It explored the theoretical concept of parallel universes. The main idea being that multiple universes exist, but in each one you potentially live a very different life that the one you live here and now in your present reality. It’s kind of out there, and challenging to think through, but weirdly entertaining at the same time.
During this time of craziness going on in our current reality, my wife and I discuss regularly how we feel caught up in a Fringe alternate universe. It seems literally everything going on today looks nothing like last year. Even this year, before the world plunged into fear over the China virus, in January and February things seemed so “normal.”
We’ve tried to stay busy, by reading, puzzling, and doing some projects around the house. We especially like White Mountain puzzles, with their whimsical themes. One particular puzzle comes to mind as I think about our alternate universe experience. It is called Wacky Packages. It’s as if someone took all the packaging of the products you and I grew up with, and in an alternate universe sort of way, turned them into a Fringe product. Just look closely at these labels and you’ll see what I mean.
So, here’s the thing. In what universe does a peaceful protest look like a third world war zone? Today it just seems to me we have moved outside of the “normal” into the realm of the “abnormal” with no clear direction on how to return. At what point in time did the term “Nationalist” (meaning patriotic and committed to American ideology) turn to mean “racist” (systemic racism)? Today’s cancel culture can take anything an individual says and in a Fringe moment turn it to mean something else. Then the cancel culture expects that person to apologize, and pay restitution and reparations, or else. Or else those who want to cancel you, me, and our way of life, will protest, riot, loot, and kill to prove just how wrong you and I are.
Maybe it’s just me. Perhaps I’ve taken too long to become “woke.” You know what the word means right? Type the word into BING and you’ll read this definition: “alert to injustice in society, especially racism.” Similarly GOOGLE gives you the exact same thing. But Merriam-Webster gives us clarity, saying, “Woke is a slang term that is easing into the mainstream from some varieties of a dialect called African American Vernacular English (sometimes called AAVE).” Well, no wonder it has taken me so long. I am definitely out of touch with AAVE.
I’ll tell you what I am in touch with. I have, for almost my whole life, relied on the continuation of truth derived by reading the Word of God. I know what it says in both a general and a specific way. For example, in a general way, without specifying a time, God’s word says that in the last days, “Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold…” Matthew 24:12.
But God’s Word is also very specific at times. For example, very specifically the Bible says, “And there is salvation in no one else; for there is no other name under heaven that has been given among men by which we must be saved.” Acts 4:12
You want to be woke? Fine. But if you want to WAKE UP… then turn to Jesus.
Jesus is the answer for the world today.
How do I know this? Because it seems our people are more concerned with 9,210 deaths from Covid -19 which actually occurred with no related other causes, than we are with the 60 MILLION abortions that have occurred in the United States of America since 1973. (click the link)
I would say “the love of most has grown cold…”
One last PROMISE from God’s word.
2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.
Call out to the ONE whose name you bear, humble yourself, pray, seek HIS face, turn from this wicked world, and hear Him speak your name today… and just possibly heal our country in the process.
Sometimes it seems we hold on to things which need to be tossed aside because they are way past their expiration date. Things like baking soda for instance. Many people keep an open box of baking soda in their refrigerator to keep the air smelling fresh from the potential bad odors food kept beyond its edible date. But how can you really know when to replace the box of baking soda? This image is a good tip.
Here’s the thing, there are people rioting in the streets that don’t know why this is even funny.
Many of those rioting people actually prefer to believe that the Word of God has passed its expiration date. If you are a Christ-follower, you know this will never happen.
God said it Himself, and I certainly can’t improve upon it.
No expiration date on ANYTHING in God’s Word!! – don’t miss verse 11.
Invitation to the Thirsty
1 “Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost.
2 Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare.
3 Give ear and come to me; listen, that you may live. I will make an everlasting covenant with you, my faithful love promised to David.
4 See, I have made him a witness to the peoples, a ruler and commander of the peoples.
5 Surely you will summon nations you know not, and nations you do not know will come running to you, because of the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, for he has endowed you with splendor.”
6 Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near.
7 Let the wicked forsake their ways and the unrighteous their thoughts. Let them turn to the Lord, and he will have mercy on them, and to our God, for he will freely pardon.
8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
10 As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
12 You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
13 Instead of the thorn bush will grow the juniper, and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the Lord’s renown, for an everlasting sign, that will endure forever.”
Are you a fan of Survivor, the television reality show? According to TV Guide, this show which predates the smartphone, has run for 20 years (with 40 Seasonal Series episodes), and has outlived 4 presidencies. Now the question is: will the series “survive” the COVID-19 calamity which prevents the return of Jeff Probst and a cast of people clawing their way toward $1,000,000.00 as the “Sole Survivor’?
I had never watched the show until a few years ago. On May 31, 2000, this reality show was not even on my radar. Maybe my kids watched it. I don’t know. Yet, recently, I became hooked by the very premise of the script. Take 18-20 people of all races, backgrounds, education, and social standing… and dump them on a remote location, like an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean. Give them a pot for boiling water, a machete for cutting wood and coconuts, and see if they have the skills to survive, first as a tribe, then as a sole survivor.
Traveling all the way back to the beginning of the show, I started with Season 1, Episode 1, and have now journeyed through 14 seasons. I’m not even half way to Season 40 yet, and I am still fascinated with this social experiment that has such vast results. The cast of players is almost invariably made up of people who all want or need the money, that’s why they play. And it is a game, or so everyone wants you to believe. Especially since the motto of the game is “Outwit, Outplay, Outlast.”
In every season I’ve watched, there are those who enter the game with an absolute commitment to leave all social mores behind. This means they go in knowing they will lie, deceive, trade alliances, or do whatever is necessary in the moment to become the sole survivor. By contrast, there are those coming in to play the game committed to be true to themselves and the norms of social conduct. They try on purpose not to lie, deceive, jump ship, stab people in the back, or blind side anyone. Most of the time, these people lose, and the shadier people win. But the winner always says. “it’s a game.”
As a social study, whether game or grand experiment, the show stirs up in me a wide range of emotions and provoking thought processes. Most recently, in Season 14, one particular cast player caught my heart, making an indelible impression with one thought he shared around the middle of the game. Yau-Man Chan when asked about his approach to the game said it was the same as in real life. He said, “Love many. Trust few. Do wrong to none.” This man, 54 years old at the time, and the oldest player in the game, kept true to this philosophy for his whole time on the show. At one point he gave away a $60,000 truck to another player, in a “handshake” deal that ultimately cost him the game. On day 38, Yau-Man became the 9th member of the jury, and the 15th person voted out of the game. The only reason… he trusted few… but in this case, the wrong one.
What can be gained by watching this show?
What have we learned over the 40 seasons and 20 years of watching people play a game where the reward is $1,000,000.00?
My first observation would be – greed causes even good people to do things they might not otherwise do, because after all “it’s just a game.”
My second observation – Yau-Man’s philosophy is a summation of the life of Jesus.
“Love many. Trust few. Do wrong to none.” Jesus loved many, the whole world in fact. He trusted few, and especially not those who were driven by worldly desires and lining their own pockets out of greed. And Jesus did wrong to none. You might say He did right by all. And what happened to Him?
The cross says it all. They voted Jesus out of the tribe. They sent Him to His death.
But Jesus did not become part of the jury!
When He returns, Jesus returns as Judge. Sole Creator and Sovereign LORD of ALL.
If you want to model your life after values that are eternal, Yau-Man did a pretty good job.
“Love many. Trust few. Do wrong to none.”
What’s the difference in jealousy, coveting, and envy? First, a very brief and simplistic English language lesson will help us here. Jealousy is the very strong emotion based in the fear of losing something which already belongs to you. Coveting is the sometimes equally strong emotion of desiring something that isn’t yours, and is unattainable by you. Envy then combines the strong emotion of coveting, with an evil intention towards the person owning the thing you covet. This escalation of negative emotions has the potential danger of deciding to implement an action to hurt the owner in some way to gain the thing coveted.
For Biblical evidence of this escalation, just read the story of David and Bathsheba in 2 Samuel 11 & 12. It is very easy to see coveting turning to envy turning to murder in King David’s thoughts, desires, and actions.
But we never do this right? We would never entertain these thoughts or actions right?
We could go even further and say that at the core of it all, to covet something is to be driven by a basic lack of contentment with what we do have. Rather than focusing on what grace and richness of life God has placed in our hands, instead we look outwardly to see things God gave others and want those things for ourselves.
I have a bit of experience with this, so read carefully to see if God might speak to you through my weaknesses.
I have had fairly bad eyesight for as long as I can remember. All through my childhood days of school I remember wearing really thick lensed glasses (think coke bottle) which enabled me to read the chalkboard. I know saying “chalkboard” also ages me, but I’ve already admitted to be 66 years old. It is what it is.
As a result of poor eyesight, I have spent the better part of 66 years coveting to see with the clarity of vision of those who needed no glasses. I was discontent, and sinfully unaware of the blessing that is Sight. I spent no time at all thinking about those who were blind. I totally ignored those who would never see the light of the morning sun rising to cast bright yellow, orange, and reddish hues across the sky. I never gave a second thought to those who couldn’t see the birds singing in the trees, or the scaly empty shell as the cicada sheds its skin. I was simply in “poor me” mode, always wishing I could see better.
As a teenager I talked my parents into letting me wear contact lenses. That experiment was painful and exhausting in so many ways, I returned to glasses again full of resentment for having to do so. Later in life when Lasic surgery became affordable for me, I leapt at the option, hoping to finally have the sight I coveted, freeing me from those thick lens frames. First in 1998, then again in 2008 I paid to have my eyes “fixed.”
Each of these experiences were basically a good news v. bad news scenario. I gained an ability to have fairly good distance vision, but lost the ability to read up close. Yet again, discontent became my reality as I needed reading glasses to study, or work on my computer.
Over the past two weeks I have been given a gift of grace which before now I never dreamed would be my reality. My eyes apparently had deteriorated with cataracts in such a way that I now qualified to have the surgery to correct my vision with implants. I had the first surgery on my left eye two weeks ago, and the surgery on my right eye two days ago. For the first time in my life I can see clearer than I ever had with glasses.
Through this process I have gained an insight about my past, which I pray will have profound effect on my future. I am very grateful for the surgeon who performed this operation. But more than that, I am humbled beyond understanding before the Creator who gave me sight in the first place.
In the past, I never really stumbled around in darkness, because I could see with the aid of my glasses. But I also never honestly and fully aware thanked God the gift of sight either. In this way… I was blinded by my discontent.
So many of us have been given such rich blessings from God, not the least of which is life itself. For those of us with our 5 senses actually working… we see, hear, touch, taste, breathe, think, speak… we live… without ever giving God the glory for the human creation. In fact, more often it seems we can think of 100 things right now that if we obtained these “things” they would add value, or pleasure, or satisfaction and contentment to our lives. When in reality, these coveted items do nothing more than rob us of the joy of contentment with what God has already provided.
I pray for you, and for me, that I have learned through this experience to be thankful and content with God’s provision in my life… and covet no more.
At 66, many folks today might label me a “has been.” But trust me when I say, “I’m a Wannabe!”
I am what ThoughtCo. calls a “Baby Boomer.” Which means I happen to born between 1946 and 1964. “Generation X” refers to those born between 1965 and 1979. “Generation Y” labels the people born between 1980 and late 1990s. And “Generation Z” or “iGen” or “Centennials” is reserved for those born in the late 1990s to 2010s.
Mark McCrindle, according to ThoughtCo. wrote a book titled, “The ABC of XYZ:Understanding the Global Generations.” In this book he suggests Generation Z will be the generation witnessing a fresh start for the economy, political climate, and environment. Makes you think doesn’t it?
Does what is happening in the USA and around the world today by the terrorists organization Antifa look anything like a “fresh start?” Here is a quote byFebruary 6, 2017 then reposted by I,Hypocrite August 4, 2020:
A new study, published by the German tabloid, bild.de, shows that 92% of left wing political criminals live with their parents. The study paints a further picture of the average antifa member. He is male, 21 to 24 years old, 9 our of 10 are single, and 1 out of 3 does not have a job despite being a grown adult.
Here’s some other details revealed by the article:
95 per cent of offenses are disturbing the peace, personal injury, arson, and resistance to law enforcement officers
Between 2009 and 2013, left-wing assassins attempted eleven murders and two attempted homicides.
902 violent acts (59 per cent) are directed against persons. Four out of five against policemen.
15 percent of the victims are right wingers.
In the case of violence against objects, car fires are the most common offense with 62 percent. In 58 cases police cars were lit.
Some of this pales in comparison to what we’ve seen in just the last two months in America. This causes me to be concerned for the direction our country is headed unless something changes.
I guess I am a “has been.”
I have been patriotic all my life. I love this country. I love the men and women of our armed forces who have protected my freedom abroad. I respect and revere the men and women of the police forces who have put themselves on the line between anarchy and my freedom by enforcing the laws in this country.
I have been a spiritual person for as long as I remember. I love the Word of God and see it as the sole authority for my life. I see God’s Word as instructive and insightful, giving guidance for every decision or need in my life. That WORD becomes real for me in the Person, Jesus. He is described as “the WORD” in God’s Word. Jesus has been given authority over all things, and has promised to be with ME for all time, in every place I go. His Holy Spirit is the promise of Hope found in His love for me. His Spirit abides with me and in me.
I have been a failure in life in many ways. I’ve made poor choices, said hurtful things, acted in less than godly ways. I’ve been a boy, a teenager, a young adult, a middle aged man, and now what some would term a senior citizen. In every stage of my life, I’ve had good times and bad. I’ve had struggles and pain. I’ve had moments of ecstasy and hope.
So, I guess I am a “has been.”
But make no mistake. I am also a Wannabe.
I still want to be patriotic. I want people everywhere to know I support our president, and the agenda of bringing justice back to America. I will continue to honor our troops and our police, and I want to be faithful doing it.
I still want to be spiritual. If supporting our country and the president in this way makes me “political” I want to do it in a way that brings glory to God. I still want Jesus to be the central focus and the driving force for my life. I want to be faithful doing this.
If I fail, then I fail. Be that as it may, I want to be strong. I want to be courageous. I want to be part of the answer, not just part of the problem. I don’t want to just stand around and do nothing. I don’t want to just be a sheep and buy into all the nonsense and march blindly led by the blinded into anarchy.
I want to stand up and be heard, while seeking God’s will and God’s strength to do it.
I will not bow the knee to BLM, Antifa, the Governor or any other force which has as its agenda to take away my freedom, to speak freely about my faith, to gather for worship with other Christ-followers, or to support my country.
I will not bend the knee to anyone or anything but Jesus Christ the LORD.
Whether you like country music or not, or whether you like the Charlie Daniel’s Band or not, today I offer you insight into the heart and soul of the man, just before he died. What follows here is his last blog post on “Soap Box“.
My Beautiful America – Independence Day 2020
This year, as we celebrate the 244th birthday of the greatest nation the world has ever known, we are beset with many problems, some of our making and some we have no control over.
But, be that as it is, America is still the greatest and I want to express my personal feelings about our beloved country, its magnificence, its beauty and its diverse population.
Wishing all Americans a happy and reflective Independence Day.
My Beautiful America
Have you ever spent the late afternoon,
Watching the purple shadows deepen in the Arizona desert?
Or seen a herd of Elk plow their way
Through waist-deep snow on a cold Colorado dawn?
Did you ever see the sun go down in Hawaii
Or seen the stormy waves break over the rockbound coast of Maine
Or have you ever see an eagle fly up out of the mists of Alaska
Or a big October moon hanging full over the still Dakota badlands?
Have you ever tasted the gumbo in New Orleans, barbecue in Carolina
Or the chicken wings in Buffalo?
Have you ever had Brunswick stew in Macon, or cornbread in Birmingham?
Or briskets slow cook over hill country mesquite wood?
Did you ever drink the water from a gurgling branch in Utah,
Or stand on the mountain above El Paso Del Norte
And see the lights twinkling clear over into Mexico
Did you ever jingle horses in the pre-dawn stillness of a perfect Texas day
And watch their shod hooves kicking up sparks on the volcanic rock?
Or tended a trotline on a foggy Carolina morning,
Or heard the distant love song of a lovesick whippoorwill
On a pristine Tennessee late night?
Have you seen the faces on Mount Rushmore or stood at the Vietnam monument?
Have you ever crossed the mighty Mississippi,
Or been to the Daddy of ‘Em All in Cheyenne, Wyoming
Or seen the mighty Vols run out on the football field on a chilly autumn afternoon?
Did you ever see the Chicago skyline from Lakeshore Drive at night
Or the New England foliage in the fall,
Or the summer beauty of the Shenandoah Valley,
Or Indiana covered with new snow?
Did you ever seen a herd of wild horses running free
Across the empty spaces of Nevada?
Or caught a walleyed pike out of a cold Wisconsin stream,
Or marveled at the tall ships docked in the harbor at Baltimore?
Did you ever see the early morning dew sparkling on the bluegrass,
Or the wind stir the wheat fields on a hot Kansas afternoon
Or driven the lonely stretches of old Route 66
Have you ever heard the church bells peal their call to worship
On an early Sunday, in some small town in the Deep South?
Or passed through the Redwood Forest just as the sun was going down
Have you ever been to Boise or Baxley or Beaufort or Billings?
Have you ever passed through Sanford or Suffolk or San Angelo
Have you ever seen the falls at Niagara
The Ice Palace in Saint Paul
Or the Gateway to the West?
This then is America!
The land God blesses with everything
And no Eiffel Tower: no Taj Mahal,
No Alps, No Andes
No native hut, nor Royal Palace –
Can rival her awesome beauty,
Her diverse population, her monolithic majesty.
America the Free
America the mighty
America the beautiful
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the republic for which it stands
One nation under God, indivisible
with liberty and justice for all.
What do you think?
Pray for our troops, and for the peace of Jerusalem.
God Bless America
— Charlie Daniels
Usually when a narrative begins this way it means you are reading a children’s story, and the event in question happened a long time ago. Occasionally the phrase relates to something that happened in the past and you are sad that the “something” no longer happens.
For example, today the media and certain other political hacks might write:
Once upon a time there was no racism on the earth, and all people’s lived in harmony and unity regardless of skin color or language or religious beliefs or economic status or educational background.
But both my heart and my mind tell me this is total fiction. Never since the garden of Eden has there been two people or two million people who behaved in the fictional setting just described.
Racism has been alive and well in various forms since the beginning of time. History proves it, just read a book. Racism along with all its contemptuous consequences has been with us since the dawn of time.
No, this doesn’t make it right. Racism is morally wrong, and at our core we know this, because God created us with the innate understanding of how wrong it is. But even if God hadn’t designed us with the ability to make this distinction, we do know that because of what Adam and Eve did we all now have the “knowledge to the tree of good and evil.” The very fact that we have this knowledge means there is no justification for racism.
However, let me be clear. Racism is not the main systemic problem in the United States today, or around the world.
Today, as the insidious nature of the knowledge of evil has made its way to the streets of our cities, looters and rioters have found their voice and true self, hurling rocks, bricks, and Molotov cocktails through store windows. These revelers acting out the evil have taken lives. Some of them black lives. Even while their nearby protestor friends carry signs that say “Black Lives Matter” they pillage and plunder. While the pundits continue to pontificate, “once upon a time …” and what comes trickling out of those evil mouths is pure fiction.
The mayhem of the last two weeks is not about systemic racism. The pandemonium seen nightly in the streets is about taking down a government. The evil behind these protestors – turned rioters – turned killers – has an agenda which results in the decimation of the United States as a nation. This evil is aimed at destroying what was just a few months ago a burgeoning economy. This evil is 100% committed to annihilate Christianity, Islam, or Orthodoxy of any kind in America. They are an equal-opportunity hate-filled group. Fathers, sons, daughters, mothers, beware. If they have come this far, if not stopped, they are coming for you.
Now stop. I know one of the popular phrases in the protestor signs is “I can’t breathe.”
But that isn’t true either is it? Just stop it and think. If you aren’t breathing, you’re dead. Dead people don’t carry signs that read “I can’t breathe.” George Floyd said this because he was dying. If you are carrying a sign, you aren’t dying, you are protesting his death. And you have every right to do that. This isn’t the problem either.
When you have black people schooling white people on why they shouldn’t be destroying public property or private businesses, then we are no longer in the land of “once upon a time…”
Some people think what I’m about to say is the equivalent of “once upon a time…” maybe because I’ve shouted it like a mantra for years now. Just because I’ve repeated it over and over and over in these blogs… doesn’t make it any less true. So, here it is.
The systemic problem in our country and our world today is that we have wandered so far off the beaten path of believing God is in control. For example, there are those with no faith who will say, “How could the God who loves mankind allow these atrocities to be happening?” Others will say, “Maybe God is out there somewhere, but He seems to have turned His back on us, and we’re on our own.” Still others will say, “God is more like an official observer, not a referee, or enforcer.” And on and on it goes with any number of reasons why God is definitely not in control of what happens in our world.
So, what to do? Now it’s my turn.
“Once upon a time”, and I remember this time like it was yesterday, when crisis came to a person’s world instead of picking up bricks, people picked up bibles. And instead of running into stores grabbing whatever they could carry out in their own strength, they ran into places of worship and got down on their knees to pray. They searched the bible for direction, and they prayed to the LORD for answers, because they believed God was still in Control.
Well, God IS still in control. Even when people don’t believe it today… even so-called people of faith.
What will be our future? Today, tomorrow, next year, or 20 years? Will we even still be here?
I don’t know. But I know I’m reading my bible today, and I’m praying for God’s wisdom and answers about how to live…
Today… not “once upon a time.”
“What if?” is a game played in the darkest recesses of your thought processes. Even though this “game” is not real, it almost always seems real. For example, “What if I contract the COVID-19 virus and die? What will happen to my family? What if I’m not ready to die!”
This game is essentially based in the emotion of fear. Fear that something bad will happen, something that I don’t want to happen, and as a result I will suffer great loss.
On the other hand “Even if?” is a game played in the brightest well-lit areas of your consciousness. And in fact, unlike the “what if?” game that is not real, the “even if” game is the ultimate reality. For example, “Even if I contract the COVID-19 VIRUS and die, I am not afraid of death. I know the ONE who has conquered death, WHO will lead me through this dark shadow into the light of His presence on the other side (and it isn’t the World Health Organization). And my family will be fine. Because He – the LORD JESUS CHRIST – has them too, in the palm of His hand.”
Any given individual in our USA culture today is daily given the opportunity to choose one of these options in response to the “Wuhan pandemic.” In the news this week there were more than enough stories to continue feeding the fear-frenzy that defines the psychological manifestation in many Americans across our land. There were also many stories, although you had to look for them, that should at least turn some people’s heads away from all the fear-mongering.
So, let’s flip the script.
Let’s reverse the “what if?” portion of the game.
What if everything you’ve heard so far… number of people tested, number of people identified as having the virus, number of people who have died from ACTUAL complications of the virus (and not some other factor – like gunshot or alcohol poisoning) … what if these numbers have been over-inflated and are completely misleading? What if the numbers were deliberately massaged this way to increase the “fear factor” so that the American public would be easier to control? What if our economy was shut down, based on models that said 1-2 million people would die directly from actual effects of the virus.? When that clearly hasn’t happened, has it? What if the very people who are controlling the models, and manipulating all the data, are also motivated to support ideas like population control and euthanasia of the elderly?
To truly reverse the script we have to respond to these questions with the “even if?” answer.
Even if everything is a lie… could God use the events of a well-strung disaster in our economy and government to bring about GOOD for those who love Him and are called by His name? Even if there is a group of well-placed, highly powerful individuals who are designing all this modeling to create fear and panic, is GOD totally unaware of their actions and evil purposes and goals? Even if these ideas of population control and euthanasia of the elderly are being talked about as a potential reality in dark rooms where no-one can see, does the LORD JESUS CHRIST Himself not see and know exactly what is going on?
I know you see what I’m suggesting. You understand what I’m saying. Intellectually and cognitively if you are a Christ-follower you know Jesus is in Control, and that He has Sole Authority over all things, and has still promised the POWER of His presence with you individually, in all things.
Seeing it, understanding it, and believing it are one thing.
Living it out… without fear of the “what if?” is something else entirely.
Choose today to leave the fear behind.
Begin each moment with “Even if” and whatever comes after those words – then say, “God is in control,” – only then will you begin the journey of a fearless life that Jesus calls us to. It is a life of abundant joy, and peace. It is a less-confused life, a life of logic and reason. It is a life where God’s own Spirit brings comfort, and direction for our path, and our choices.
Even if …
It really does come down to this. The minute we are born, we begin to die. When we are young we become aware, at least on some level, of what death means, but we are able to deal with the reality of death by also believing it won’t happen to us. This is why young teenage undeveloped minds can do such death defying and crazy things, because they believe they are invincible. This belief, nonetheless, does not change the fact that death is coming. We don’t know where, or when, or how, but we can absolutely, and unequivocally rest assured, death is coming, and not just from COVID-19.
This is where it gets sticky. There are those who never are able to get over their fear of death. I’m not talking about just unreligious people with no faith, or no belief in eternal life. There are those I’ve known in the past who truly led their whole lives based on feelings, specifically the fear of death. They lived in fear, so their actions and speech and beliefs were based in their “feelings” of fear. Even now I struggle with how to help them, it’s rather sad to watch. And, they don’t seem to want to listen to the Bible’s instruction: “Do not fear.”
One last observation.
I believe God is in control.
I believe God wants us to live by faith in reality of His being in control.
I believe we will not die before God says it is our “time” to die, because He is in control.
I believe the Bible instructs us to not live by feelings (fear) but faith.
Here is a video that might help. You might want to watch it today. The people who want you to continue to live in fear, will surely take it off of facebook, just like they took it off Youtube. They want you to be afraid. Don’t be.