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Each morning I invite the Lord into my day and I pray that He would protect our family from the spiritual forces of darkness, that work to destroy us; from those things in the natural, that would simply come upon us; and from the foolishness of our own hearts.  Though each one of those things presents a viable threat to our well-being, I’ve come to believe that it is ultimately the folly within us that poses the greatest danger.

The demons that we as adults have failed to confront in our own lives are sure to snuggle with our children in the night.

1. Common Sense: With Western Society’s philosophical shift toward relativism and the incredible advances in technology over the last 25 years, we live in a time where perception has largely become reality. It is an era in which we seem to be driven less by facts and more by popular opinion. We’re spending more on education and yet producing less educated students than in previous generations. Our science is populated with unproven theories, our politics are dominated by empty rhetoric, our economic system is based on consumerism instead of production and our relationships are becoming increasingly dysfunctional and superficial. Common sense would say that this is a problem.

2. Respect for authority: American’s have a legacy of rebellion against what they perceive to be oppressive authority; but as post-modern thinking has taken root in our culture, what might be categorized as oppressive has greatly expanded. Increasingly parents seem to be backing their kid’s against teachers, coaches and school administrators; while even “law-abiding” citizens routinely view their supervisors, policeman and legitimate government officials with contempt. Unfortunately, where there is a lack of genuine authority, chaos quickly ensues.

3. The Institution of Marriage: While the battle rages on to redefine what the term “marriage” actually means; the greater danger may come from the steadily diminishing esteem with which our society holds the institution itself. An ever increasing number of young adults are questioning the relevance of a marital union, with fewer of them deciding that it is a necessary or worthwhile step. Even those who choose to partake often enter and exit such arrangements with little more regard than they might give to changing cell-phone service providers.

4. Work Ethic: Parents of my generation have often taken pride in the fact that their kid’s didn’t have to, “work like I did”. Unfortunately, many of those kids became adults, who refuse to work like their parents did. Now that generation is raising their kids to view work as a malady to be avoided at all costs.

5. Things that are considered sacred: Something that is sacred is special and set apart; it generally has an exclusive set of criteria and limited access; but in our media driven society, it is quickly becoming a vacant category. As reality TV has stoked our voyeuristic impulses, there is nothing that’s off limits; as cameras are not only mounted in the bedroom, but even in the bathroom. Whereas in previous generations a witness to a violent crime might try to intervene on the victim’s behalf, our current generation is more likely to video the episode and to post it on the internet.

6. Self-Control: We are a culture that spurns limitations and celebrates excess; as we routinely spend money that we don’t have; consume far too much and far more than we produce; over medicate; spend billions each year on pornography and other elicit activities; and generally indulge in patterns of behavior that are destructive to ourselves and to those we claim to care about. Over the years we have transformed, “Just do it” from a catchy corporate slogan to a way of life.

7. Perseverance: America’s ongoing obsession with convenience appears to be having a profound impact on generations of kids, who are being raised with the idea that everything should be quick, easy and accessible from a sitting position. With the rise of technology, this generation has grown to prefer the frictionless, zero-gravity of virtual reality, to the very real resistance of day to day life. This doesn’t bode well for the challenges that are sure to come.

8. True Romance: In the new millennium the concept of courting someone and cultivating a relationship has largely given way to things like “friends with benefits”, “sexting” and “hooking up”. In this new mindset, couples often bypass what they view as the preliminary rounds and get right down to business. Unfortunately, the relationships that emerge from these practices are often like any other structure that is built without a foundation; one strong wind is all that it takes to blow it apart.

9. The fear of God: Statistics indicate that more than three quarters of adults in the U.S. now believe that the truth is relative (i.e. that every man defines truth for himself), which undoubtedly has radicalized our cultural view of God. If the truth is not absolute, then God really has no basis with which to judge anyone; and without that, we really have no reason to fear Him. Just as moral relativism allows the individual to decide what they are willing to accept as truth, it also allows them to pick and choose what characteristics of God they are willing to embrace. Culturally, we are willing to believe in a loving God, a God of provision, a God who heals and One who will ultimately take us to “a better place” when we die. We like the idea of heaven and angels and sometimes we can even handle the image of a baby in a manger; but we absolutely reject the notion of a God who might one day hold us accountable.

10. The value of a man’s word: Yet another casualty of our “enlightened” view of truth is the value of a man’s promise or vow. Because we think of the truth as relative, it is easily re-defined as it relates to our circumstances and/or emotions at any given moment. This means that the vow I made several years ago to my high school sweetheart could easily be nullified by the new circumstance I find myself in with a girl in the office. We don’t like to think of it as a broken promise, as much as “a new direction, based on updated information”. Within this pattern of thought, everything becomes negotiable and can be bought for the right price.

A Prayer for the Dying

You were born in the wilderness

Under the cover of darkness

With no shelter from the weather

 

You were raised by wolves

Who occasionally shared their scraps

But who also fed upon you

 

That you survived those years is a miracle

Or maybe it was destiny

Either way, the “civilized” world has never quite felt like home

 

You learned to adapt

And even to excel

But a full moon still stirs you in the middle of the night

 

We wanted to believe the scars meant that the wounds had closed up

And that your incredible strength would somehow keep you free

But now we know that the bleeding never really stopped on the inside

 

You’ve pressed further than most of us could have

But the pallor of death has begun to wash over your face

As the last drops of hope seemingly seep from your pores

 

You keep trying to remember to breathe

But because you don’t think of yourself as valuable

It doesn’t really seem to be all that important

 

Though you have often felt alone, there is One who has never left you

He’s watched you from afar

And occasionally you’ve caught glimpses of Him through the trees

 

He always knew that this day would come

And He made sure that you’d have what was needed to face it

And, indeed, you do

 

Call to Him

Surrender to Him

Reach for Him

 

He has a plan for you

A destination for your journey

And nothing from the past has the power to steal it

 

He will give you strength

But He will not make the decision

He will only take what you’re willing to put in His hands

Political Amnesia

George Santayana said that, “Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it” and after listening to much of the recent political rhetoric, I feel certain that he’s right. Whether it was the bipartisan debacle that preceded raising the Debt Ceiling, the gamesmanship of the Iowa Straw Poll or the president’s bus tour through the Midwest; Yellow Journalists on every side were provided with bushel baskets full of rotten fruit to hurl at one another. When done right, it all sounds very contemporary and cutting edge; but if one listens carefully, it’s really an old song, that’s been sung many times before. Ironically, it is not unlike many of today’s pop hits, which take a familiar hook from an old recording and surround it with a fresh array of electronic effects, to make it sound new. For those who weren’t around to hear the original tune, it can seem revelatory; but to those who were, it feels like a cheap imitation.

 

It’s amazing to contrast the timbre of pre-election rhetoric, with the tone of mid-term apologetics; and both were clearly on display in Iowa these last few weeks. With Republican presidential hopefuls packing up their tents to leave town, the president rolled into the state on his million-dollar, bullet-proof bus. Despite the precautions, the president took a few shots, not only from the Right, but from those within his own party; many of whom feel as though he’s not sufficiently stood for their cause. As he stammered through an explanation of the reality that made recent compromises (e.g. the Debt Ceiling deal) necessary, he seemed only a shadow of the thundering orator, who only a few short years ago, sparked the people’s imagination. There was little evidence of the seemingly effortless eloquence and self assuredness that accompanied his dialogue in those days; but then again, it’s always easier to paint in broad colorful strokes than it is to explain the details of an incriminating black and white photo. Listening to the Left gnaw at Mr. Obama was eerily similar to hearing the Right thrash George H.W. Bush with the phrase “Read My Lips”; and I couldn’t help but think that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

 

Another interesting tidbit from the bus tour was Mr. Obama’s assertion that real job creation won’t come out of Washington, but that it will be accomplished by the people, in places like the Midwest. While I wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment, it seems a somewhat dubious admission given the grand expectations that were intentionally stirred prior to his election. Politicians on both sides of the aisle are guilty of perpetuating the myth that they can create sustainable jobs, stabilize the faltering economy and maintain our position in the global marketplace. The truth is that the government is not in control of those things and thus no politician can legitimately promise to restore or maintain them. While the government can take steps to help promote such a restoration, none of those actions amounts to a sure fire cure for what ails us. Of course, you wouldn’t know that from the swaggering bluster of GOP hopefuls in Iowa; they are all full of criticism for the current administration and for each other; but I guess that’s the nature of a straw poll. It’s more about hot dogs and hand-shakes than about genuine answers. As I assess these potential candidates, I can’t help but wonder if their mid-term explanations would be any more satisfying than Mr. Obama’s have been. If there is anything that “We the People” should have figured out by now, it’s that there is a world of difference between a gifted speaker, a problem solver, a deal maker and a leader. Unfortunately, we’re top heavy on gifted speakers and deal makers; and desperately short on leaders, who know how to solve complex problems.

 

As I watch politicians and political parties fall into the same holes that they always have, I find myself pondering whether voters will do the same. Will we seek a legitimate leader or will we run after yet another engaging personality, who promises to make our problems go away. We’ve seen what a Republican administration, with a majority in congress looks like and now we’ve seen the same for the Democrats. Has either party really had the answer for the issues we face? Does it really matter or will we simply vote the same way our parents did. Have we fallen into the trap of believing that the proverbial “they” are the bad guys and that the proverbial “we” are the good guys? In a truly democratic system, the government can’t help but reflect the character of the people and given the current state affairs, that ought to feel like some sort of indictment. Ultimately, we are going to get the government that we deserve; and it’s scary to consider that maybe we already have.

If faith without works is dead, what is the value of love that is never expressed?

A Friend to My Father

I was my parent’s problem child, which isn’t to imply that my brothers and sister were perfect.  We all went through our rough periods, but I was the one who consistently struggled, and routinely required a lot of parenting.  To be sure, my low points reached far greater depths than I ever would have imagined, and looking back, it’s a wonder that I wasn’t more permanently damaged by some of my woeful choices.

 

Those struggles were not a byproduct of passive or poor parenting. In fact, my parents were extremely proactive in raising all of us.  I was just the kind of kid who desperately needed an abundance of support, guidance, accountability, and ultimately strong boundaries; all of which my parents readily provided.  I knew what was right and what was expected; unfortunately, I frequently chose to forge an alternative path.

 

If folly is bound up in the heart of a child, I seemed to be born with a double portion to work through.  Because of this, it was essential that one of the earliest revelations of my father was that of an authoritarian.  Though he was loving and caring from the beginning, recognizing him as the ultimate authority was pivotal to my early development.  Had I not been forced to adhere to some external standard, which I recognized as being greater than myself, it is likely that I would have continued to live out of the futility and chaos that has so often reigned within my own heart and mind.  I guess another way to say it is that because my will had to bend to his will, I learned that my will (e.g. what I thought, what I felt, what I wanted…) was never the final word.  Undoubtedly, few lessons in my life have been more valuable than that one.

 

Though I did eventually manage to become a fully functional adult, I also continued to make questionable choices in my life, which I believe kept my father’s paternal guard up.  Though he treated me with the dignity and respect due a fellow adult, to some degree he still had to view me through the lens of his struggling child.  Though I didn’t recognize that at the time, it became evident to me, when some years later, it changed.

 

That change occurred when I was in my early thirties, and the life that I had carefully built crumbled before my eyes.  As I cried out to God, my will finally began to genuinely yield to His, and my life began to dramatically turn.  As those changes took root in me, I noticed that it also changed how my earthly father related to me.  He was more relaxed, less paternal and more like a friend.  A few years later, when he became terminally ill, we had some amazingly frank conversations about God, life, death… where he spoke in an unguarded way; like you would with a trusted confidant.  Though my father passed away shortly after my fortieth birthday, I will always treasure those moments of friendship that we shared in his final years.  Though I was honored to be called his son, it somehow seems even more profound that he might also have considered me his friend.

 

Ultimately, I believe this pattern of relationship reflects what God intends for His children as well.  He says that fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.  If we don’t begin by recognizing Him as the ultimate authority, and greater than ourselves, we never yield our will to His.  Though we may speak of Him highly, and even claim to be His, we live life on our own terms, guided by our own ideas, and going in the way that seems right to us (which the Bible says, “leads to death”).  When Jesus first gathered the disciples, they related to Him as Rabbi (i.e. teacher), which was a position of great authority in Jewish culture.  They called themselves His servants and referred to Him as “Master”.  It wasn’t until the night before His death that Jesus bestowed upon them the title of “friends”.

 

Unfortunately, modern philosophies on parenting favor the idea that parents ought to relate to their children as friends over the more traditional authoritarian approach; but in practice this generally creates dysfunctional family relationships.  Children raised in this manner remain self-centered, compulsive, demanding, and disrespectful.  As in so many other aspects, Western Christianity has mirrored the culture by frequently trying to introduce the heavenly Father as “friend”; but like the earthly counterpart, this does not produce a legitimate or functional family.

 

If we do not first recognize Him as Lord, and come through the cross of Christ, we have no incentive to die to ourselves and to live through Him.  We might call Him good, and look to Him for provision, but we live in our own strength, and by our own sense of righteousness.  Though I do believe that God ultimately wants to be able to relate to His children as friends, I also believe that this is a distinction that we must grow into over the course of time.  As it was with my earthly father, I would be forever humbled to one day be counted a friend to my Father in heaven.


The lie that has the greatest potential for destruction is the one we tell ourselves.

You and Me

We were created to be with You

Which is why life is so chaotic and confusing without you

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Lord, help me to be ever mindful of Your nearness

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We were meant to follow You

Which is what makes us so susceptible to pursuing the agenda’s of mere men

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Lord, train my eyes to remain fixed upon the Author & Finisher of my faith

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We were crafted in Your image

Which is why we struggle to “find ourselves” without You

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Lord, transform me by the power of Your most Holy Spirit

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We were made to love You

Which is why no other relationship seems to fill the void within us

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Lord, help me to love You, with all of my heart, soul & spirit

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We were fashioned for worship

Which is why we so easily fall into idolatry

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Lord, guard my heart against the treason of my human nature

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We were designed with a purpose

Which is why life seems so meaningless to those who don’t know You

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Lord, guide me to the destiny that You have ordained for me

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We were first conceived by You

And to You we shall one day return

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Lord, I pray that on the day we come face to face, all that I am will have already been placed in your hands

Runaway Bride

We say that we believe

Yet struggle in our doubt

 

We declare that we are free

Yet live as though we’re bound

 

We say that You are good

Yet blame You in our pain

 

We claim to be victorious

While stumbling in defeat

 

We say Your joy is our strength

Yet battle with depression

 

We call ourselves Your followers

While adhering to the whims of culture

 

We say that You’re the Comforter

Yet find ourselves beyond consolation

 

We consider ourselves Your army

Despite our inability to deploy the weapons You gave us

 

We say that we love You

Though our passions are invested in temporal things

 

We claim that You are with us

Yet struggle with feelings of abandonment

 

We say that You are truth

Yet also believe that truth is relative

 

We call ourselves Your Bride

Yet prostitute our souls in the marketplace

 

You said that people would know us by our love for each other

And by the fruit of our lives

And sadly

That is exactly how they know us