Confessional booth part#2 We learned much from the confession booth experiences and mainly; effective lying technique. The best kinds of lies snuggle up to the truth, as tight as possible, yet secretly stay aloof, you could hardly tell . Parents hold lie detecting pride; priests in the booth?—I never knew. In final analysis, a good lie equals a believed lie; bad lies far-fetch it, create suspicion. A good liar worships his craft; his situation might mandate extracting one outta you-know-where, in a pinch, and once a lie floats, the sincere cover-up follows up and defends. So, first step for good-lying-management students?—mastery of the “straight face.” Child’s play really; as kids, we did anything to avoid a belt-licken, motivation waxed strong. It stands to reason then, we so sharpened the face, never compromising a lie’s success potential. See, good facial posture greatly diminishes the need for a clever thought out story…
Healing at the Cross Posts
Wheeling Pittsburgh Steel, Allenport PA (first heard the gospel here) Now to quote a Christian thinker Dr. Ed Smith, a Baptist Minister, referring to wounds and healing, “To facilitate emotional renewal, we need to identify the three basic elements in the renewal process: (1) the present emotional pain, (2) the original memory container and (3) the original lie(s) implanted in the memory container.” What is he saying? Apparently a wound sticks in a memory container and in that container are lies? What kind of lies? Can I conjecture? On the one hand, raw barbaric self lies, or contrarily, socially acceptable fig-leaf cover-up lies, take your pick. These two, emerging out of a man’s heart, both poise to interpret a devastating slam, when it occurs. (The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.) Psalm 58:3 So, on one side, emotions of…
My precious pastor taught me about grace. I wept for joy many times listening to its lovely flow. He told us a story about a cup of grace and it goes this way: A young boy took abuse in a home with drug addicts as parents. Apparently these derelicts needed most of their money to feed their habits, so food portions were scantily distributed. This young boy was limited to a morsel of food that was far from adequate, and badgered with “eating too much will result in dire consequences.” Thankfully the abusive situation was uncovered by the authorities. The child was placed in a foster home, separated from his perverted parents, and one day our pastor got a call from that safe haven. It seems, they couldn’t get their new member to eat. Well, Pastor arrived, puzzled about the problem. It was explained to him: the boy…
“nothing so shortens and soothes your pain as the spirit of non-resistance to Your Lord” Francis Fenelon A man or a woman must hold significance together with their security, these two, or life function loses oomph! The human, destined for love, equally acquires this love, and also distributes it, or life bogs down. Not just one action suffices. Both show up, and no less, because life must flow river-like, coming in and going out. God claims to know our down sitting, but also our uprising. This is spoken of in the Psalms, (139 to be exact). If we forsake the fountain of living waters inflow in Jeremiah 2:13, these waters refrain their eventual outflow from our belly, (emotions), in John 7:38, and we die spiritually. Well, Alexander Bell invented a telephone system. In each system he built a speaker but also a receiver. Why? Exchange baby — exchange! A marriage…
The Bible tells us, The fear of man brings a snare,( Proverbs 29:25). and a big snare it is. So big, this snare, it invades a whole life from beginning to end. Call it what you may; paranoia, phobia, insecurity, or dread; fear grips a lot of people and sticks them into corners they hate, but can’t escape. Man, scares man the most — the unpredictability, the instability, the irrationality, the stupidity, the impulsivity; need I continue? Me scares me too. Is there help? Why do men build up their bodies, carry a weapon, put a tattoo on their arm or form a gang? They do it because in the world of fear, strength and advantage mean everything. Fighting is often fear driven. So are a lot of sports. As a boy I played football and became known in our circles as an illusive runner. My secret? I was afraid…
Some aspects of Christmas disclose themselves covertly: The Christ-child, tiny babe, was also Mankind’s Savior and continues our Personal Defender. You see, justice precedes love in God’s saving scheme, and we must see this. Justice and judgment must factor in, or we lose realness. Without grounds for judicial release in the objects of love, love has not much meaning. Moses, in Exodus 15, led Israel three days without water toward Mara. The waters there were bitter and the people shrieked. Who could blame them, but was there a meaning? Moses begged an answer from God, crying with body prostrated. God showed him a tree and Moses threw the tree into the water, and the waters were made sweet. First thought is: God, using God’s man, leads them, but they hate the bluntness of circumstance. Number two, God wants to demonstrate justice and truth, so he judges the bitter water –a…
Christmas came, Christmas; a son is born, a child is given and He shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace, and the government shall be upon His shoulders. As children, Christmas epitomized the ultimate, best, most fun and wonderment evoking time, no competitors. We counted the days; yielded our senses to it way before, and lived it weeks after. Toy and candy visions, visiting cousins, school vacation, and cookies galore etc. filled and thrilled our greedy little subjective hearts and minds. Christ came to Earth; what did it mean? How did it redeem and how did it figure in God’s healing scheme? Unfortunately, we never understood or enjoyed this part as children. Lets think about it now. Firstly, the miracle of God Himself becoming a man, honors mankind as never before. It takes the breath out of you when digested. Centuries of…
Wherein does restraint come from? For a grace person, the gift of God’s Holy Spirit, the Person, becomes my new restrictor. He is also known as the Spirit of grace in Heb 10:29. In John 13 He convicts. What does this mean? It means I can no longer use grace as a license to sin because He has the ability to make my life miserable when I do. How? Well, when The Holy Spirit, becomes grieved or quenched, He withdraws Himself, and this takes away the witness of my son-ship. He points out my failure, and encourages me to change my mind. If He is pushed to the periphery, the sense of God’s love and my security in Him also fade. Grace loses it’s practicality in my experience. If I ignore all His pleadings, He lets me reap what I have sown. See, the belittling of grace becomes a mockery…
We have a wedding in our family this weekend and I must do the ring ceremony. Oh boy! What to say? Vows? Well, regardless of my speech impediments, vows, vows, vows are commitments of a special kind. Our marrying candidates will circulate their rings amongst the congregation as the ceremony proceeds, and ask for all to have a special prayer for them. Is this for real? I asked the question also. Answer– extremely real. Why? Because vows are not lightly taken . Our society has left God out of the mix, and recreated a blend in which vows today are not so popular. As a culture, we have taught our children directly or indirectly that vows and commitments are too extreme. We have intimated that they are too hard to keep and have allowed our children to break promises left and right. How have we done this?…
So, let’s reflect on what is about to happen with Jacob in Genesis 46. If you had a favorite child die around 17 or 18 and had mourned and after a long time put it out of your mind; could you imagine the feelings as he suddenly shows up alive? I can’t think of a more unbelievable, surprising, exuberant, joy unspeakable, no words can describe its blessing. I am on the verge of tears thinking about it. Jacob was so messed up he said; “I will not be comforted.” But now, out of the years of disenchantment, out of the phobic solitary, out of the entangled web of biting sour, out of the aridity of barren desert gloom and out of the abysmal depths of tortured heart and daunting spirit, the unthinkable happens. Joseph is alive! Joseph is alive! My son is alive! Awe, the thrill! And then the embrace!…