Some of you might have heard about this ridiculous, completely pointless, unspiritual "Christian" petition going around because of what Kathy Griffin said on national television about Jesus.
This was a letter which I just emailed to the people of Miracle Theater in Pigeon Forge, the place where this petition generated.
Sheria and I are both outraged by the complete waste of time and energy shown by Miracle Theater in creating this petition. It proves nothing, and it helps nothing. The poor representation of Christ they seem to be showing the world is that he is a defensive little juvenile who stirs up a bunch of whiners every time someone disagrees with Him.
Which of course is the opposite of the truth.
Here is what Sheria and I wrote to Miracle Theater.
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We are both firm believers and followers of Christ, and we are both very upset at your "enough is enough petition. Here is why.
Romans 12:14
Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse.
John 15:20
Remember the words I spoke to you: 'No servant is greater than his master.' If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also.
Matthew 10:23a
When you are persecuted in one place, flee to another.
Matthew 5:44
But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,
Matthew 5:10-12
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. "Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
You need to understand something, we are not up against hollywood, we are up against satan. Atheists aren't the enemy, Kathy Griffin is not the enemy, liberals are not our enemy, not even blasphemers are our enemy. Our enemy is satan, and I assure you that this ridiculous gesture is going to do nothing but aid satan. This is clearly something that was done in an attitude of nothing more than anger. This is a juvenile, spastic attempt to shoot the enemy buy spraying bullets around a bunch of innocents. Stop this foolish, arrogant charade. If you have an ego to be damaged by what Kathy Griffin, a likely non-believer, said on television...or anyone else for that matter... you need to re-evaluate where your faith lies. If you're looking to make some nice, flowery, "Jesus-over-easy" life in his world, then that is all you will receive. Get your head out of the garbage and remember what you're hear for...not for protests or ridiculous grandstanding against politicians or atheists. This about us truly living and showing others how they too can truly live...which is through Christ. Stop acting like children, trying to squirm out of the suffering, attempting to argue criticism. God is not mocked by this. These people who try to mock him don't even know what they're doing, they don't even know their right hand from their left...and we would be the exact same if Christ has not saved us.
Straighten up and fly right, for lack of a better word. These people haven't made a mockery of Christ, you are making mockery of Christ and His teachings by circulating this petition.
Thank you.
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So there you have it folks. It was a little rough with some typos because I typed it very late last night, but you get the gist of it. This Miracle Theater petition hooplah that has been created of Kathy Griffin's speech(which she said herself, by the way, was entirely for attention) just goes to show that the church at large in america wants to be of this world and still be of Christ, so they get angry and childish every time the world rejects them while they are completely oblivious to the fact that they are trying to serve two masters. Then they convince good, outstanding people that they are "apathetic" if they don't sign this petition, which is ridiculous and angering to me.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
My Dear Son. My Dear Typology
Today, my son was really upset, crying as we were unable to please him. We were busy cleaning the house because we're soon going to be moving into a two-bedroom. There was much to do, but before I got too involved, I wanted some time on the porch swing outside for silence, to think, to meditate, communicate with God.
I remembered how much my son likes to be outside and how he loves the porch swing, the wind on his face. I offered to take him with me because I was certain that it would calm him down.
As soon as I picked him up in my arms, he stopped crying, glancing around interestedly as though suddenly the world became a much happier place. I walked with him outside and sat on the swing. The fall weather was beautiful, sunny but pleasant with several amiable clouds overhead. It seems in fall everything is busier. People preparing for the holiday season, getting back into the pattern of school, exams, long hours at work. Even nature seems busier with all the changes, all the hornets and bees scampering around as though they were gathering a harvest for winter.
But for me autumn is a time where I begin to feel at rest. And it is also a time of beauty, a time of beholding, of change, of the lessons of seasons which God is flannel graphing in front of us.
I sat on the swing and just listened, taking in the air, the sounds, the distant noise of clamorous golfers at the country club down the road from our apartment.
I began to listen to my spirit. Some readers might immediately stop and roll their eyes. I suppose that is expected since such an action seems rather mystical or weird, but I believe this is an action which is used more often than perhaps many of us think. I believe, for example, that we listen to our spirit when we are moved to compassion toward another. Or when, perhaps, we refuse to take the easy way out in a love relationship with someone. It is something that is higher than even reason, it is a voice of right. It might be said that this voice is all but silenced in someone who is not a believer, but that is another discussion for another time. My point which I wish to make at this time is that I was listening to my spirit. My spirit is basically, for those who may be wondering, quite simply just the voice of God. I began to fill my thoughts with things I have only imagined, about things that are to come for me. It began to be a rather meaningful moment for me when suddenly I looked down and saw that my son was asleep. But not just snoozing, he was sound asleep. A train wreck could not have woke him. He felt safe and at ease in my arms. At that moment, something whispered in my thoughts, "This is where you are."
I felt safe. I felt peace. I began to realize that even though I was not physically resting within the arms of my Father in heaven, my heart and mind were at rest in Him. I felt close to something, to someone.
I began to understand that all my struggles were not meaningless, all my hopes and fears were not trivial. My life has meaning. I may not entirely know what that is, but I have caught glimpses. One glimpse is the image of my son resting against my chest lulled to sleep by the autumn breeze.
I glimpse it again in the way that I watch my wife right now trying to put him to bed as she sways back and forth singing softly in his ear while holding him tightly.
I glimpse it again when I write a song which grabs me by the soul and I didn't even yet write the words. All these things might sound so dramatic to some, but these things are things which I find beautiful. There are many more things of course which I find beautiful, but this is what was given me today.
I remembered how much my son likes to be outside and how he loves the porch swing, the wind on his face. I offered to take him with me because I was certain that it would calm him down.
As soon as I picked him up in my arms, he stopped crying, glancing around interestedly as though suddenly the world became a much happier place. I walked with him outside and sat on the swing. The fall weather was beautiful, sunny but pleasant with several amiable clouds overhead. It seems in fall everything is busier. People preparing for the holiday season, getting back into the pattern of school, exams, long hours at work. Even nature seems busier with all the changes, all the hornets and bees scampering around as though they were gathering a harvest for winter.
But for me autumn is a time where I begin to feel at rest. And it is also a time of beauty, a time of beholding, of change, of the lessons of seasons which God is flannel graphing in front of us.
I sat on the swing and just listened, taking in the air, the sounds, the distant noise of clamorous golfers at the country club down the road from our apartment.
I began to listen to my spirit. Some readers might immediately stop and roll their eyes. I suppose that is expected since such an action seems rather mystical or weird, but I believe this is an action which is used more often than perhaps many of us think. I believe, for example, that we listen to our spirit when we are moved to compassion toward another. Or when, perhaps, we refuse to take the easy way out in a love relationship with someone. It is something that is higher than even reason, it is a voice of right. It might be said that this voice is all but silenced in someone who is not a believer, but that is another discussion for another time. My point which I wish to make at this time is that I was listening to my spirit. My spirit is basically, for those who may be wondering, quite simply just the voice of God. I began to fill my thoughts with things I have only imagined, about things that are to come for me. It began to be a rather meaningful moment for me when suddenly I looked down and saw that my son was asleep. But not just snoozing, he was sound asleep. A train wreck could not have woke him. He felt safe and at ease in my arms. At that moment, something whispered in my thoughts, "This is where you are."
I felt safe. I felt peace. I began to realize that even though I was not physically resting within the arms of my Father in heaven, my heart and mind were at rest in Him. I felt close to something, to someone.
I began to understand that all my struggles were not meaningless, all my hopes and fears were not trivial. My life has meaning. I may not entirely know what that is, but I have caught glimpses. One glimpse is the image of my son resting against my chest lulled to sleep by the autumn breeze.
I glimpse it again in the way that I watch my wife right now trying to put him to bed as she sways back and forth singing softly in his ear while holding him tightly.
I glimpse it again when I write a song which grabs me by the soul and I didn't even yet write the words. All these things might sound so dramatic to some, but these things are things which I find beautiful. There are many more things of course which I find beautiful, but this is what was given me today.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Explanation...
I currently already have a blog at http://www.xanga.com/airforcejim . But then today I realized how incredibly much cooler this blog site was.
My purpose for this site is not really far different from my other one. It is a place where I record my thoughts, ponderings, discoveries, failures, triumphs and most especially my journey as a believer in God's son.
Why the name? Sounds a little simplistic, eh?
Well, I named it this because sometimes God has caused me to realize the most profound things while I just sit on the porch swing and think. Sometimes we have our most profound moments when we are completely still and all that remains is the whisper of God.
Sometimes it is in simplicity that we can identify the fingerprint of God.
I have been married for a year and almost three months and I have a son who is three months today.
I'm not into "church" very much, at least not the way that most people are in America. Church as they do it here is often just a stage where people are coaxed into acknowledging God. I'm looking for real belief though, not the so-called american dream mixed with watered down theology. The truest example I have seen of a true believer has lately been a man out west whom my younger brother has been supporting, a man who deliberately became homeless for the sake of Christ. This nation clings so tightly to their possessions, most do not have the courage to do such a thing. I desire faith like this. I am not content to simply attend church, strum a guitar, listen to a sermon. I want to live life, and live it entirely different than most people consider living.
I want to know Christ and in the fellowship of His suffering. Who knows what I will encounter on that journey?
My purpose for this site is not really far different from my other one. It is a place where I record my thoughts, ponderings, discoveries, failures, triumphs and most especially my journey as a believer in God's son.
Why the name? Sounds a little simplistic, eh?
Well, I named it this because sometimes God has caused me to realize the most profound things while I just sit on the porch swing and think. Sometimes we have our most profound moments when we are completely still and all that remains is the whisper of God.
Sometimes it is in simplicity that we can identify the fingerprint of God.
I have been married for a year and almost three months and I have a son who is three months today.
I'm not into "church" very much, at least not the way that most people are in America. Church as they do it here is often just a stage where people are coaxed into acknowledging God. I'm looking for real belief though, not the so-called american dream mixed with watered down theology. The truest example I have seen of a true believer has lately been a man out west whom my younger brother has been supporting, a man who deliberately became homeless for the sake of Christ. This nation clings so tightly to their possessions, most do not have the courage to do such a thing. I desire faith like this. I am not content to simply attend church, strum a guitar, listen to a sermon. I want to live life, and live it entirely different than most people consider living.
I want to know Christ and in the fellowship of His suffering. Who knows what I will encounter on that journey?
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