Love Better, Love Harder

^“13 Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”

John 15:13

How great is our love? Do we even understand what it means to love? Can we truly love as God loves us? These are questions that have plagued me in the past, and I have a feeling I am not alone. In our pilgrimage from the cross to Kingdom gates we experience life. In life we must not only love, but be loved. Right there is the key.

In understanding how to love we must first understand what it means to be loved. We, as Christians and non-Christians alike, must learn to abandon the notion that we must love harder and better than all others. Instead we must learn to receive love the best we can. In return we will find that we are able to love harder and better than we ever thought possible. Now stop. Think. Digest.

In the game of love you can only provide what you know. If you have never known what it means to be loved how can you possibly ever love someone else? It could be said that there is a correlational relationship between how you experience love and how you provide it. One can love only to the extent to which they have been loved.

Look around you. Think of the people you know who have horrible relationships. Now think of their life past and what level of love they have received. I would theorize that in most cases these people come from broken homes, or homes that failed to adequately provide a loving base. But there is hope. All it takes is a little love and all can change.

In a wedding that I recently officiated there was a bride who only knew the love of abandonment and a groom that only knew the firm hand of a drunken father. Neither had a strong base for love, which would seemly blow my theory out of the water, especially since their love is greater than many others I have seen. That is until you investigate and find that the groom had a woman that interrupted his life and gave him the greatest gift; unconditional and fully vested love. She was his support. She was his example. Through this love the groom learned to love and passed it on to his bride to be. Now they are a happily married couple with a future.

But what if a person does not have that loving saint coming from left field to teach them love? Does that mean they are incapable of love? No. Christ says, “Greater love has no one than this.” He then indirectly states that in laying down His life He does it for His friends. We are friends of God! As such He gave His greatest love; a love that we now can model. He gave His life, and now we can give ours.

God is love! If you are ready to learn how to love better and harder than ever before then all you must do is turn to the heavens. In receiving Christ we receive the greatest love. With that reception we then can learn to love better and harder.

Moments

Days are nothing more than the building blocks of a life wasted. Years become the great expanse of time in which we record the nothing that occurred. During these blank meaningless measures we have moments… moments are what we live for.

I am the guy that must plan out his entire life. If there is a moment that is unplanned I feel lost and fall into a sedentary state. Most of my plans are written down, and then written again for good measure. Constantly paranoid that I may neglect to follow the route that I have designed. I am sure if given the opportunity I would develop a flow chart of my morning routine and hang it in the bathroom (the wife has assured me this is unacceptable). Nonetheless, this is me and to my detriment the very reason I have neglected Sacred Scrawlings for so long.

In my world I have scheduled time to be a husband, a father, a pastor, a student, a candidate for public office, a board member, and an employee, but I have not scheduled time to be a writer. As is evident by what has made it into my calendar (thank you Blackberry for assisting me with that) I wear many hats and love them all, however, the writers hat I deeply miss.

Writing is but one passion that I have; it is but one passion I seem to ignore. I have often said that God led me to write my first novel, and has been leading me to write more, yet I write not. Has this happened to you? Why do we ignore some things that make us so happy, yet focus on others that make us miserable?

Today I began listening to Over the Rhine (a band from Ohio that is a must listen) and the writing bug hit me hard. In this moment I cannot think of anything else but returning to my art of expression. My soul is at peace and the calm is overwhelming. The fingers that have been scribbling plans now simply desire to scrawl thoughts. The plan doesn’t seem to matter, for it has been consumed by the moment.

In the end, days and years do not matter, they are only measures that pass us by; it is the moments that are precious. It is the moments that are a gift from God for us to hang on to. When the days and years get to hard to bear, it will be the moments that carry you through. So, today, at this moment stop and dare to have one that means something, one that wisps through those building blocks and great expanses of time, one that you savor and keep just for you.

Panera and God

A few days back, Saturday to be exact, I was drawn into the kind of discussion we are all told not to speak in, yet all desire to do so. That is correct we were discussing religion, politics, and social/moral values. I guess we got bored with talking about the weather and the merit of a salad for dinner. Overall, I have to say the conversation went very well. Myself and the person in whom I was speaking with disagreed on nearly every point, except that we often did agree that we disagreed.

From this conversation, though, much was learned. In the specific area of religion we found a hidden truth that lies in all people’s life. We found the point in which a decision has to be made, a decision that can change the course of your pilgrimage through life.

We were speaking specifically of the infallible nature of the Bible. I, seeing the Bible as the “God breathed word” and my antagonist (man I love calling her that) seeing it in not such a light. Her position was that the Bible may have been mistranslated or may contain potential errors. This, however, did not negate her spirituality, but instead caused her to explore other areas that she felt may contain spiritual truth.

This is an age old argument as to whether or not the Bible is wholly true or partly false. It is also one that we did not resolve in that small chain café in which we ate. Instead we came to a point of separation that was only the width of a hair.

In some point in our respective lives we both came to the point of taking an honest look at this sacred Christian text. I found the truth in the words and quickly dove into the faith and found no errors, believing God wholly and singularly.

My female counter part in Saturday’s discussion took another route. When she investigated the Bible and weighed it for its worth she found that she could not believe every last word to be fully accurate and therefore branched off to continue in her search of truth. This is the hair width that I mentioned.

At some time we both came to the same point of decision, and we both went in different directions. In the end you both believe in every last word of the Bible and therefore receive Christ, or you find potential fault with any given scripture and are unable to receive Christ. To those who believe that you can have Christ and have fault in the Bible I would say that you are gravely mistaken.

If even one line, one word, is proven to be a lie then every single aspect of the Bible comes into question. The fact that god created the Earth would be something to doubt. The fact that Christ died for us becomes doubtful. The fact that Christ will return again is something of legend. We either believe it all or we believe none.

It is an all or nothing approach. You cannot have a little bit of the truth. Christ tells us to be hot or to be cold, but to be lukewarm is to be spit from His mouth. From my perspective my friend has missed the boat, but I thank her nonetheless for helping push this vital aspect even further into my spiritual mold. I pray that she, as well as other, will one day choose to be hot instead of cold.

God and Government

Over the years I have become more and more concerned with the trend of removing any form of Christianity from our public places. People have gone through great efforts to form organizations that battle to have God, particularly our Christian God, removed from all areas of government, public service, or public property. In some cases we have even seen private property rights attacked in the name of this issue. The charge of these organizations, primarily non-profit in structure, is that there should be a complete absence of God in all public affairs; essentially we should become spiritually sterile. To this mindset I must fully disagree.

I find that Larry Schweikart, author of A Patriot’s History of the United States: From Columbus’ Great Discovery to the War on Terror explained it well when he wrote, “separation of church and state meant freedom to worship, not from worship.” Often it is neglected that in early America the question of God’s existence was not as prevalent as it is in today’s collegiate circles and that the colonists were simply stating that government was not to dictate to the people what their worship was to contain. This train of thought developing at a time in which the people were living in British colonies under British rule that had a particular British church.

Our country was developed under the primary principle of liberty, or freedom. The forefathers did not desire to control the personal choices of any one man or any group of men. In stating that there was to be a separation of church and state they believed they were protecting the inalienable right of liberty. However, in the two centuries since the drafting of our great Declaration we have seen an oppressive counter to religion come forth. In the name of supposed religious freedom opponents of Christianity have instead imposed anti-religious oppression.

These anti-religion groups have spread their oppressive ways by taking legal action in communities in which only a minority desires their services. Any group that walks into a community and thrusts its thoughts and beliefs on that community is stripping the people of their liberty. Wherever a community exists that has a majority that stands in agreement to the worship or acknowledgement of a particular faith system, then that community has the right to represent it in their public spaces and forums. If in this community a small portion of the citizens lies in opposition of the majority, then the minority has the right to petition their neighbors, but they have no right to force an alteration of policy.

In conclusion I will say that I fully agree with the philosophy of separation of church and state, however, I do not believe that the separation should be of such a nature that will cause others to be alienated. We live in a nation of democracy that has as its underlying principle that we decide policy at the polls. When we apply that principle we are compelled in the best interest of liberty to let those communities that choose democratically to promote a Christian faith system to do so and those who choose to remain neutral to also do as they choose. By this course of action we will move closer to the liberty most desire.

As a side note I wish to add that in 2 Corinthians 3:17 it reads, “Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” It would do us well to remember this scripture as we move forward and to meditate on this as we seek counsel as to how we are to resolve the issue at hand.

Vacation

I just wanted to take a moment to check in and let any who may be curious that all is well. My wife and I just celebrated the birth of our first boy child. He has been named in the family tradition leaving him to be the fifth generation to bare the exact same name.

Watching the miracle of life being thrust into your home is quite a mind awakening experience and has given cause to much meditation of my part. In many ways it would be suitable to believe that I would gather an entire scrawling on my thoughts and emotions of the ordeal, however, for now I desire to remain silent. Some areas of thought and emotion are meant for the family and there it will stay.

I end with stating that I will come back with a storm of scrawlings soon enough and that I must thank God for this miracle.

"God and Liberty"

In a recent reading of "Benjamin Franklin: An American Life" by Walter Isaacson I was overwhelmed with the length of knowledge to be had. In particular was the retelling of an incident that occurred between Voltaire and Franklin. The following is drawn from Isaacson’s account.

In 1778 Benjamin Franklin made a trip to see a dying Voltaire in hopes of receiving a blessing for his 7 year old grandson Benny Bache. Franklin, being the practical man he was, desired the blessing of a man that meant so much to the Enlightenment world. Voltaire complied and simply consecrated the boy with, “God and Liberty.”

This scene alone would have produced a scrawling from this author; however, it was the response of then Massachusetts governor Thomas Hutchinson that invoked my inner wheels of thought. When news of this benediction made its way back to the governor he responded to the scene by stating, “difficult to say which of those words had been most used to bad purposes.”

This casual response from the governor to a dying man’s most basic blessing captures a spirit that has haunted civilization for centuries. Nearly every war that has ever been thought worthy of the fight has been in the name of either God or liberty. Many corrupt methods in business and government find their justification, wrongly so, in either God or liberty.

The reason I find these two words used in this manner so provocative is due to their nature being of a moralistically good bent, not the corrupted, violent bent that man has spun. God is a term used to represent a divine being that governs the world through his providence. Liberty, on the other hand, does not necessarily depend on a supernatural being, but does depend on an unnatural state for all adherents to live in.

Of the world religions that are in popular practice today a majority contain tenets of love and individual freedoms. They will preach of assertive, not aggressive, methods of the advancement of their beliefs. A call to assist the less fortunate and to sacrifice for the benefit of others becomes a common thread.

In liberty the rules are quite simple: no man shall impede the advancement of another. Adherents to this philosophy, which is the primary philosophy in the U.S., fully believe that we should only take action against others when the others have taken unjustifiable action on their neighbor. Essentially do no harm to anyone when no harm has been done.

In conclusion, I wish I could go into more detail but the words are becoming too great in number. It is time that we as a people realize a struggle that was discovered by Voltaire, recognized by Hutchinson, and revisited today. Our personal interests in a relationship with God compounded with our need for individual liberties should never become the source of our corrupted actions. We are, at the heart of all things, a corruptible people that act in ways that offend our neighbor. When such action occurs understand this is the natural state in which we exist, not the superior state in which we strive. God and liberty lie counter to us, yet through divine providence we are able to achieve both.

To: Pastor Duane

The following story is adapted from a story as told by Benjamin Franklin who probably adapted it from someone else.

One day there was a man and his boy who were indebted to their master. Without fail they would go out and do as the master pleased as often as they were able. Daily they would be full of joy, for their master was good. In all his goodness the master declared that the man and his boy should travel to the next town over and help spread his good practices. Before they left they were given a gift to assist in their pilgrimage, this gift was a donkey so that it may carry their burden.

The man and his boy quickly set off in the early morning hours with father in the position of honor and respect by riding upon the back of their pack animal. It was not long on the road before a few passersby came to criticize the two, stating that the father was fairly inconsiderate by making his son walk the way to where they were heading. The man not wanting to offend any quickly came down off his gift and allowed his son to ride while he walked alongside.

They went on in this fashion for a short time before anyone else crossed their path. Then they came upon an intersection where there were many people. At this point many of the confused individuals who spent all their days at intersections began to call out to the boy. They would say, “How dare you young boy make your old father walk, you should be whipped,” or “Look at that dreadful character of a boy making his poor father keep pace by foot.” Fully complexed the father and boy looked at each other and the boy leapt from the donkey.

Standing next to the donkey they both thought long and hard and decided the only thing to do would be to both ride the gift from their master. The boy helped his father back on and the man helped his son. With both upon the back of their animal of burden they set forth once again.

It was not long before their next encounter, and once again it was none to kind to them. A man crossed them and was quite rude about it all. He complained of them both riding the donkey, stating that it was unfair to the animal. He made such a ruckus that before long there were a few in the crowd all saying the same thing.

Again, the man and the boy were not sure what to do so they both came down off the donkey and began to walk. They knew it was not much further now to the next town and decided it may be best to simply walk instead of harming their master’s name by using his gift for their needs.

With the destination in sight they thought they had finally done right when, suddenly, the master crossed their path. He looked upon the man and the boy and became quickly disappointed by neither of them using his gift. Calling both of them by his side he told them to turn back to whence they came, for they would not be allowed to enter this new town. When asked why, the master answered, "I gave you a gift to use; it was a gift just for you given by me. You were to use it along your way, instead you cast it aside. This gift that was given should have been used properly; instead you listened to the men on the road and stopped receiving what I had given. Only a man that has and uses my gift may enter my new town. You have but you do not use, therefore you must go back.”

The man and his boy turned back, leaving their donkey at the point in which they last met the master, and walked towards whence they came. To this day it is uncertain that they ever made it back to that town, but it is certain that their gift can still be found exactly where they left it: along the pilgrimage road.



This is entitled “To: Pastor Duane” in recognition of his always using his gifts and not altering because of critics. Pastor, you will be allowed into the new town and your gift will be found in the hearts of those you have TOUCHed and not sitting alongside the road.