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How Many Facebook Friends Did Jesus Have?

2010-01-04T14:18:00Z

At the urging of my publicist, my teenage daughters, the church staff, and practically the whole universe, I entered the world of social networking in 2009. This despite the fact that no one in their right mind would write a "book" about my "face," "twitter" sounds like someone with a caffeine addiction, and LinkedIn reminds me of either sausage links or the fact that I'm a really bad golfer.

I've now accumulated almost 600 friends on Facebook. But, are they really?

In a recent New York Times magazine article, Hal Niedzviecki asked this very question. Soon after starting a Facebook account, Niedzviecki had accumulated about 700 on-line "friends." In his own words, he was "absurdly proud of how many cyberpals, connections, acquaintances, and even strangers I'd managed to sign up." But he went on to point out that due to a 2-year-old at home, his "workaholic irritability," even his love of being left alone, he had fewer in-the-flesh friends to hang out with than he'd ever had before. So he decided to have a Facebook party to push his virtual friends into actual friends.

Niedzviecki invited all 700 of his "friends" to a local bar for a party. People could respond to one of three options: "Attending," "Maybe Attending" and "Not Attending." Fifteen said they would be there, and sixty said they might be there. He guessed somewhere around 20 would show up.

He writes about what happened next: "On the evening in question, I took a shower. I shaved. I splashed on my tingly man perfume. I put on new pants and a favorite shirt. Brimming with optimism, I headed over to the neighborhood watering hole and waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, one person showed up."

And the one woman who showed up to meet Niedzviecki? He didn't know her. She was a friend of a friend. They ended up making small talk and then she left.

Hal waited till midnight but no one else showed up. So, he ordered a beer and sulked. He concludes his article with these words: "Seven hundred friends, and I was drinking alone."

Jesus himself had thousands of followers on his Jerusalem Facebook site. But when He threw a Facebook party at Golgotha, they all allowed two simple pieces of lumber to get in their way. I wonder if Jesus thought from the cross, "Thousands of followers, and here I am being offered vinegar to drink--alone."

"Greater love has no man than this," the Lord said, "that a man lay down his life for his friends." And so at Calvary Jesus proved to be the greatest friend I could ever have.

I want to be that kind of friend to YOU in 2010. I want to go beyond Facebook and Twitter and really serve others. I want to experience the depth and breadth of friendship this year. As my dad always said, "Son, you have to BE a friend in order to HAVE a friend."

So here's to enjoying rich, abiding friendships in this new year. Pass the sausage links, please.

RUMORS OF A DANCING BAPTIST

2009-07-24T13:26:00Z

Watch this YouTube video in its entirety first, then you'll understand my comments. (And if someone can patiently teach me how to embed video in this blog, I'd be grateful!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0

By now you're either rejoicing at the creative celebration, or your sensibilities have been offended. If it's the latter, reading any further won't do your blood pressure any good.

There are all types of Baptists. Southern, American, National, Northern, Independant, Regular, Primiitive, Reformed, General, and probably even Specific. I'd like to start a new quasi-denomination--Dancing Baptists.

Just look at the wedding party in the video. Can you imagine a closer group of friends? I wish I was in their circle. Obviously they didn't learn all that choreography in one quick Friday night wedding rehearsal. But what a celebration! I don't know the bride or groom, but I found myself wanting to celebrate with them. I was so happy for a couple I've never met.

And just where's the solemnity befitting the occasion, some might ask? Please. Who says you can't take vows seriously and smile at the same time? There are those in life who seem to make it their goal to warn others if they smile too much. Where's the reverence? Where's the organ? God surely can't be for this, can He? But dance is throughout the scriptures, first because it was a valid cultural expression, and second as a metaphor for life itself and the acceptance of Christ (Matt. 11:17).

I think this couple got it right. (Some will scoff at the woman minister, but that's another discussion for another day.) Jesus invites us to a wedding feast. Someday in heaven there will be rejoicing and celebrating like we've never known. I'm afraid us Baptists are going to be left out if we don't learn that God gave us happy feet that need to be let out of the box every once in awhile.

Pirouette, anyone?

Hugh

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The Best Job in the World

2009-06-22T15:41:00Z

Someone wise once said, "Find a job you love to do, and you'll never have to work a day in your life." I know I have found it in being a dad.

I admit, I've not been much on Father's Day in the past. Sure, we get together as a family, and I enjoy seeing my dad, watching a ballgame with him, etc. I usually receive the obligatory tie from my kids (thankfully, I didn't get one of those this year!) and the card with the sweet sentiments.

But yesterday was absolutely the best Father's Day I've ever had in my life. It started off with a very memorable time of worship, led by men from our Creative Arts Ministry. The men rocked! And the congregation responded. God was in the house, and it was just a great day of worship.

Then my little family and I packed all of our instruments in the truck and headed down south. We ate lunch at my in-laws, and they all began to look at old pictures. Wow, 20 years ago I was 50 lbs lighter and didn't have grey hair. I saw pics of my wife in high school. She was and still is awesome looking. My only regret is that I didn't meet her sooner. I'd love to have known her back then and say I married my high school sweetheart.

Then we went to my folks house. My father is 81, and I can only assume he might not have too many Fathers Days left. So we decided to do a "sneak" concert for him in his living room. We brought the drums, keyboard, bass, guitar, mandolin, ukelele, and all necessary amps. Can you say Partridge Family wannabes? We went there to be a blessing to him. But as usual, God turned the tables on me, for it was I who was extremely blessed.

With my oldest daughter Kayse on guitar & vocals, Jayme on bass and vocals, Ally on drums, and me on keys (+ my brother on anything else that needed covering) we had our own time of celebration & worship, one we won't forget for a long, long time. Dad's face lit up with joy, and I knew we were touching his heart in a powerful way.

When we got back home to Kingwood, I laid awake much of the night, with my heart as full as its ever been. It's so easy to get picky & critical with family members. They do this. They don't do that. They did this wrong.

But for me, I was in awe that God would allow me to be part of a family that is still maturing in the Lord. No, my parents weren't perfect. But they weren't out getting drunk & running around on each other. They weren't abusing us in any way. They were strict, but they loved us, and still do in very tangible ways. They've made their boys their life, and have set much aside to bless us and their six grand-kids.

I'm also in awe as a dad. My kids aren't perfect. But I don't have any worries that they're out doing drugs, running with fast boys, or getting into serious trouble. I say this not to brag, but to boast in the Lord. It's all--repeat, it's ALL--God's grace. One of my prayers for them over the years has been that when they are guilty, they are caught--that they might never get good at lying or becoming deceptive people. And God has answered that prayer. No, we're not talking Mother Teresa here, but my daughters are senstiive to the Lord & others around them. They have brought much joy to my life.

I'll never be a land baron or appear on any list from Forbes. Unless they come up with "American Idol for Middle-Aged Men" I won't be rich & famous (and I wouldn't win, anyway!) But if I was to die today I could say I can't be happier. Being a dad and the son of a dad is the best job in the world.

The Results are In--I Need the Church

2009-03-09T12:57:00Z

I'm in my fourth and final week of the "Fat Farm" workout class here at WBC. At least, that's what we used to call it years ago. Nowadays that's not too PC, so we call it "Fitness Boot Camp." 'Course that's probably an insult to the men and women in uniform who go through a REAL boot camp in order to protect our country. So I'll just call it four weeks of the most intensive, grueling workouts I've ever done.

Make no mistake--I'm no athlete. Years ago the coach would tell me, 'Poland, you're a double threat--you're both short AND slow!" I've never been in great shape, although I certainly weighed less in school than I do now. But I'm not obese, and I thought, "How hard can it be?"

Are you familiar with the Bataan Death March?

Here's the results after 3 weeks of suicides, skullcrushers, squats, thrusts, and enough crunches for a forklift full of cereal--

I've lost maybe 4-5 pounds. But my pants definitely fit looser. I no longer have to inhale all the air out of the room just to get 'em zipped up. So, the work has been good. After the first 20 minutes of the first day, I wanted to quit, but I've stuck with it. And I like the results. So will I stay with it?

Not on your life.

At least I'm honest about it. Truth is, it hurts. It's tough. I don't like exercising at 5:30 in the morning. OK, I don't like exercising anytime of day. It costs me comfort & is an affront to my laziness. It would be easier to simply throw stones at the fitness program; i.e. "It's too hard" or "It's unrealistic" or "I don't like the program, the instructor, etc." (Truth is, we've had a fine instructor who has patiently worked with us.)

OK, in the words of my favorite TV detective, "Monk," here's what happened . . .

I kept going to the fitness class because of positive peer pressure. I didn't want to have to face my collegues around the office and wear the shame of sleeping in while they were working hard. And once I was there, I worked hard because I didn't want to look like a slacker or "whimpy."

Don't get me wrong--I'll try to exercise at home after this week. And I'll probably stay with it, for at least a couple more weeks. But long term, I need someone else to push me, to encourage me, to spur me on. Or I'll slip right back into my bad habits of Blue Bell Ice Cream and a remote control.

I think a lot of people view the church the same way. "I don't need what they offer" . . . "It's full of hypocrites" . . . "It's unrealistic" . . . "Too hard."

I'll admit, loving people is hard work. Even harder than the exercise class. That's why I need to stay in the church. My tendency would be to pull back and hang with people that are just like me. Of course, after awhile I'd find something wrong with them, too.

But in the church, I find people who provide positive peer pressure, who spur me on, who encourage me, who patiently let me build spiritual muscle. And I also find people that are hard to love. Maybe the two are destined to go together. Especially when I consider that I'm bound to be on someone else's list as "hard to love."

"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another--and all the more as you see the Day approaching." (Hebrews 10:24-25)

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Hey, my latest book is out. Intentional Walk: More Devotions for Baseball Fans should be hitting the stores right now. If you want one from me, you can purchase it in the CAM office from Jeri ($12) or order it through my website www.hughpoland.com (but you'll have to pay shipping).

Building Spiritual Muscle

2009-02-24T22:26:00Z

It's a pretty exciting day around here, because something I labored over has finally come to fruition. My latest book, Intentional Walk, has finally been published by Judson Press, and should be available through www.judsonpress.com, my own site, www.hughpoland.com, or your local bookstore.

Lest you think this is simply a cheap commercial (well, part of it is!) I've go to admit, there's a lot of heavy lifting when it comes to writing a book, but it's worth it. The joy of seeing someone "get it" with regard to a spiritual truth that you've written about is pretty exciting. I feel like it's been a "birthing process" of sort, it goes from idea to inspiration to hard work to panic, and then "push push push" and it's finally out. (Sorry, was that too much information?)

And I have a feeling that anything worthwhile is the same. I'm currently taking a 3-day-a-week fitness boot camp at my church. I don't mind telling you, I'm a whimp. Right now there are parts of me that we won't go into that have never been sore in my life. Well, they are now! The class meets at 5:30 a.m., so I can't say I'm having much fun being there.

But I'm hoping I'll be satisfied with the end result once the class is over. I'm also hoping I'll have the discipline & courage to continue what I learn.

Paul reminded Timothy, "For physical training is of some value. But godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both this life and the life to come." (1 Timothy 4:8) There is some value to exercise of the body. There is even greater value to exercising your spirit. And I find that the muscles that I build spiritually aren't developed in easy times. I develop them by doing hard things, being around ornery people, learning to love and forgive my enemies, being patient with others, training myself to BICHOK (it's a writer's acronym--anyone know what it means?)

I have such a long way to go as a writer. I have even farther to go as a Christ-follower, a husband, and a dad. Here's hoping that you'll see fit to run alongside of me, train with me, be patient when I stumble, and encourage me along the way. I sure want to do the same for you!

Another Day in the Frontal Lobe

2009-01-19T22:54:00Z

I recently read a fascinating book by Dr. Katrina Firlik, a neurosurgeon. The book provides a great glimpse into the training and work of a brain surgeon. Firlik writes with super insight and humor, and I recommend the book highly.

There's are great lessons to be learned from her stories, and one in particular has really spoken to me. I've paraphrased it here for the sake of brevity. She describes a scene in an exam room late in the last year of her residency at the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center, a time when she was already becoming jaded to the tragedies of neurological devestation:

I walked into yet another examining room . . . a brand-new consult from out of town: 18 years old, cerebral palsy, spasticity. OK, ok, I've seen this before, I just need to get a good history before my attending (physician in charge) walks in . . . I looked at the patient for a second: very skinny, special wheelchair, amrs contracted, headsupport in place, mouth hung open. It was clear I wasn't going to get the story from him, so I turned to the parents . . . and started to take down the history.

(When) my mentor walked in, I cringed . . . He sat down on the examining table, introduced himself, and focused his gaze back on the patient. After what seemed like several, almost uncomfortably quiet seconds, he looked the patient in the eye and asked, "So, when did you graduate from high school?" The young man's face lit up like I had no idea it could.

My mentor had noticed something I had missed. The patient was wearing a large high-schol ring, so large that it looked a little silly on his bony finger. His body, far more than his mind, had borne the brunt of his cerebral palsy. He was a proud, beaming high-school graduate, who used a specialized computer to help him communicate. For the remainder of the visit I sat in the corner, duncelike, humbled by the enormity of this ring now staring me in th face.

I too, make snap judgments everyday. Most are innocuous, like where and what I will eat, or what songs we will sing on Sunday. But when I judge another person and assume I know their story, (or worse) assume they wouldn't be a good candidate to become a Christ-follower, I make the saddest mistake of all. It's so easy to view people as a statistic and not as a person that Christ died for. I have misjudged many people over the years, and proven I'm not worthy to sit on the bench. "The LORD does not look at the things man looks at," God reminded Samuel. "Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." (1 Sam. 16:7-8)

Lord, help me see people through YOUR eyes this year . . .

AN EMBARRASSING GIFT

2008-12-30T13:52:00Z

As I told my wife when we were standing in line at Best Buy a few days before Christmas-- "Ssh--I hope no one sees us buying this--I'll be REALLY embarrassed."

What was it? The DVD collection of Season One of the Dukes of Hazzard? A CD of "Michael Jackson's Greatest Hits"? A backup copy of Windows Vista?

All of those would make me blush, but the gift I didn't want to admit buying for my kids was "Guitar Hero."

Now I have to admit, until I went in the store, I thought Guitar Hero was someone like George Benson or Phil Keaggy or Matt Reviere. But my daughters have been clamoring for it for some time, and they have patiently extolled its virtues to me these last several wekes.   So a few days before Christmas, I caved.

But my angst is this--Guitar Hero has nothing to do with music.

Now I'm probably coming across as a snob, but as I told my wife, "If they would spend as much time practicing a real guitar as they do spending time playing this game, they could be REAL guitar heroes."

To which Karen just rolled her eyes.

The premise of the game--for the uninitiated among you--is to strum the guitar (which has no strings) or beat the drums at the same time a little bar-icon passes by on the screen. Grudgingly, I can see how the game might increase rhythmic coordination. But you're not making any music with it.

Music, at it's foundational level--comes from the heart. It can't be boiled down to a mechanical repetitious movement. It's something that is alive, something that flows, that takes on different characteristics & moods & tempos & crescendos as you play it.  It calls forth your deepest joys and tears as you perform it. It's not a game where you try to hit the bullseye three out of four times so you can win.

When I play music, I don't want it to be the same over and over. I experiment, I add or subtract, I shape the music as it shapes me, and I react to that. Whether I'm jammin' with friends or in a quiet room by myself with my guitar or a piano, music is soul, baby.

I don't think Guitar Hero has a soul. And after buying it, I wonder if I've lost a bit of mine. .

The 12 Days After Christmas

2008-12-16T14:11:00Z

Christmas used to be my favorite "holy day" or holiday. Since I grew up without a lot of festivity regarding Christmas, I've always made sure we hung lights, listened to nothing but Christmas music from mid-November to Dec. 25, and led my family to decorate a tree, putting presents under it. I think a lot of this was an attempt to be different from my father, who to my knowledge has never hung so much as an ornament or strung a set of lights in his life. That's another story, and it's not meant to be a slam against dad. I just wanted to be different, that's all.

But the last few years, the lights and the music have not been very fulfilling to me, and I think I know why. I've put way too much expectation in the day, and it always leaves me a little flat. Truth is, I've always enjoyed the preparation for the day more than the day itself. And that's why a few years back I began to learn more about Advent, and make it the vehicle by which I worship during the Christmas season.

Advent is simply a season (the four Sundays before Christmas Day) that enables us to once again prepare not only for the birth of Christ, but also for His second coming. Rather than throw it all on one day (Dec. 25) Advent challenges us to see an entire season of preparation, like a pregnant woman preparing for a birth. The anticipation, the joy, even the fear and pain, are all part of Advent.

Historically it was also a time when new converts to the faith prepared for baptism, searching their hearts for sin and impurity, desiring to walk worthy of this newfound faith. And then they would be baptized on the first Sunday of the new year, or Epiphany.

There are lots of favorite Christmas carols out there. One of our least favorite might be "The 12 Days of Christmas," simply because it's so long and repetitive. And what's with Christmas lasting 12 days? It's only Dec. 25, right?

Take a look at the lyrics of "The 12 Days." Many point to the original meaning of the song as a simple tune used for teaching children the basic tenents of the faith during the 16th century. Others disagree, saying there is not enough evidence for this.

1 True Love refers to God, and Jesus is the Partridge in a Pear Tree, the one who protects his chicks (see Luke 13:34)
2 Turtle Doves refers to the Old and New Testaments
3 French Hens refers to Faith, Hope and Love
4 Calling Birds refers to the Four Gospels that call out or proclaim the Good News
5 Golden Rings refers to the first Five Books of the Old Testament, the "Pentateuch", which gives the history of man's fall from grace.
6 Geese A-laying refers to the six days of creation
7 Swans A-swimming refers to the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit
8 Maids A-milking refers to the eight beatitudes
9 Ladies Dancing refers to the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit
10 Lords A-leaping refers to the ten commandments
11 Pipers Piping refers to the eleven faithful apostles (leaving out Judas)
12 Drummers Drumming refers to the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed

Perhaps, when all is said and done, historical accuracy is not really the point. Perhaps more important is that Christians can celebrate their rich heritage, and God's grace, through one more avenue this Christmas. Now, when they hear what they once thought was a secular "nonsense song," they will be reminded in one more way of the grace of God working in transforming ways in their lives and in our world. After all, is that not the meaning of Christmas anyway?

Preparing . . . waiting . . . yearning . . . anticipating . . . I still celebrate Dec. 25 with my family, but Christmas morning is no longer the pinnacle of my worship. Now it's an entire season of Advent Candles, Christmas Eve, giving to the poor, soul searching, and deepening of my faith.

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If you're looking for last-minute gifts, check out my website, www.hughpoland.com The little devotional books there have been known to point people toward the One who is the Center of Christmas.

Fall Asleep Counting Your Blessings

2008-11-27T07:54:00Z

I'm a sucker for music of another era, specifically 1929-1954, the era of the Big Band in American Pop music. Now THAT was music to dance to. Jitterbug, anyone? Someday in heaven I hope I'll be able to cut the rug like some of the best. Go ahead--I dare you to sit still listening to an upbeat swing tune by Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, or Tommy Dorsey.

One song in particular from that era is from Irving Berlin, and Bing Crosby sang it in the movie "White Christmas."

When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings

What a great Rx for insomnia. Contrast that with a song from Wayne Watson from the late '80s, which said

My temple is built on wood and of stone
Each space is filled with the things that I own
Idols and gods that call me to bow
I try to be free but there's no freedom now...No freedom now
The ones I hold dear--Those most precious to me
Some days I set them afloat on an indifferent sea
And these things in first place--They're worth nothing at all
At night in my dreams graven images call

And my gods won't let me sleep
And what a man sows that he will reap
I toss and turn at night
I've got places to go, got battles to fight
And my gods won't let me sleep...tonight

Can you relate? When I make my car, my house, my job, my stuff to be my god, I lie awake at night worrying about how to protect it or how to maintain it. My gods keep me up at night.

But when I turn to the One True Living God, I can crash without worries. Yep, the rest God gives usually leaves me in a comatose state with drool on my face, I'm so relaxed. Psalm 4:7-8 says "You have filled my heart with greater joy than when their grain and new wine abound. I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety."

So give thanks today. I'm thankful for my Savior, my wife & daughters, and about a billion other things. I've got plenty of grain and new wine. But the joy of knowing Jesus gives me peace and rest like no other. (Yawn) . . . I'm already getting sleepy . . . time to go count my many, many blessings . . .

Ripped Off!

2008-11-12T08:54:00Z

Ever been ripped off?

I've been using Ebay for years now. I've bought everything from a penny baseball card to a tuba for $1000. By the way, next time you go camping, wanna guarantee that the spot you pick is secluded and private from all the other campers? Leave a tuba on the picnic table outside your tent. (And for those who are really hung up on this, yes, I can play the tuba!)

Back to Ebay. My feedback score is perfect, 100% positive, with over 130 transactions or so. But I'm in the middle of a transaction now where I'm probably going to have to leave negative feedback, because I think I've been ripped off.

I purchased a trunk for my scooter. It mounts on the back of the bike, and would be great to have to transport files, books, small items to and from work. I paid the day after the auction ended, which was 28 days ago, but have never received the trunk. My attempts to communicate with the seller have been less than successful. He keeps saying "It's in the mail," or "I sent it to the wrong address." Lately he seems more defensive, angry and incensed that I would even ask him where the trunk is. (I think it's in his imagination.)

It's always disappointing when something advertised doesn't meet our expectations. Whether it's a large expenditure, like that 1983 Plymouth Turismo I bought while in college

(What? You don't remember the Turismo? Whenever I tried to enter the freeway, the motor would roar to life--unfortunately, it had to work harder to make the roaring sound, diverting power from the differential, actually slowing the car down when I pressed on the accelerator.) or something smaller, we can probably all identify with the feeling of being lied to or cheated. And perhaps nothing is worse than feeling defrauded by a church.

Ever feel like the church sells you one thing but delivers another? It's pretty easy to get disappointed in other Christians. The question is not "Will I fail you?" but "WHEN will I fail you?" Because sometimes I walk authentically with Jesus, and other times I choose to live for me. It's not right, but it's real. And many who set their eyes on Christians instead of Christ move from disappointment to feeling jaded & disillusioned to being dropouts of the local church.

All I can say is, it happens to everybody at some point. But you don't quit eating hot bread just because mama once burned the biscuits (look at my picture and you'll see that's VERY true!) And just because you are disappointed with your church doesn't mean it's time to leave.

I don't know everything, but I know this--the God of scripture doesn't disappoint. His children do, but He never does. Following Him is worth it. The local church is still the hope of the world. Sometimes I look at Jesus & the 12 disciples and I think, "Lord, surely there is a better way!"

Keep the Son in your eyes. Don't judge the Kingdom of Heaven by it's citizens--judge the kingdom of heaven by the King.

And if you've got a scooter trunk for sale, let me know, will ya? I'm tired of balancing my briefcase on the handlebars.

Head Game--I've Been Phooled!

2008-10-31T15:36:00Z

Is crow high in cholesterol? I'm curious, because I'm eating crow sandwich with egg on my face after predicting that Tampa Bay would beat the Phillies four games to two in the World Series, and I'll chase it with a slice of humble pie. Go ahead, insert your best insult here. I should've listened to the good folks at my publisher, Judson Press, which just happens to be located in Valley Forge, in the Philadelphia area. Kim Shimer, the marketing guru behind any sales my little books have done, is a huge Philly fan--her husband Rob works for the Phillies. I can only hope they'll have mercy on me. I'm still burping the kool-aid I drank that led me to predict a Tampa Bay win. I was so convinced of Tampa Bay's great power and skill, but they really went out with barely a whimper.

In any contest there is a form of psychological warfare, and one of the earliest examples can be found in the battle strategies of Alexander the Great. Once when his army was in full retreat from a larger army, he gave orders to his armorers to construct oversized breastplates and helmets that would fit men 7 or 8 feet tall. As his army would retreat, he would leave these items for the pursuing army to discover. When the enemy would find the oversized gear, they would assume that Alex's soldiers were huge giants, and they would abandon their pursuit.

Not only did I believe that Tampa Bay was a team of huge giants, this also happens spiritually in my life. I think my enemy likes to get inside my head and convince me that he is bigger than he really is. "Be self-controlled and alert," wrote Peter. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith . . . " (1 Peter 5:8-9a). Sometimes this leads me to pull back from my tasks or my calling in fear. Lately I've been studying a lot in the book of Job in preps for a message I'm preaching on Nov. 9, and when Job & his friends are finally finished demanding an answer from God for Job's terrible circumstances, God speaks, and we (along with Job) see the true greatness of God in ch. 38-41. Here's an example:

"Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set,
or who laid its cornerstone- while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?
(Job 38:4-7)

To quote lyrics from the old songwriter Gordon Jensen, God is "bigger than all my problems, bigger than all my fears; God is bigger than any mountain that I can or can not see. He's bigger than all my questions, bigger than anything;God is bigger than any mountain that I can or can not see."

Go out this next week with courage and strength, knowing that your God is bigger than your enemy. Don't let satan do a head game on you--he is already defeated at the cross!

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

2008-10-22T18:30:00Z

After my last two blogs have been pretty concerned with weighty matters, I figure it’s time for a change. I had a chance earlier this week to go on the Mornings TV/Radio Simulcast show and be interviewed about the World Series that starts today. The good news is that, since I have a face made for radio, I was interviewed by phone, and they didn’t have any mug shots of me on the boob tube.

I’ve done an interview with Lorri Allen & Larry Estepa before, and they are veterans at making anxiety-stricken pj-clad (it’s an East coast show, so the phone call comes pretty early!) writers feel at home during the interview. You can listen to my ramblings & my prediction of who will be participating in the victory dogpile at the end of the game:

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Here are some interesting facts about the 2008 World Series, the 104th in modern times:

The Records--Loveable Losers—Tampa Bay has finished dead last in their division 9 of the 10 years of their existence. No pro sports team in America has gone from being the worst in their sport to being world champion. And Tampa Bay wants to be the first.

But the Phillies have their own records of futility. In their 120+ year history, the Phillies have lost more games than any other pro sports team in America—over 10,000. And they’ve won the World Series exactly once.

The Cities—You can call them the Rays, or you can call them the Devil Rays, but Tampa has never turned out for this baseball team. Opposing teams dread playing in "Echo Park," aka Tropicana Field, because most played in front of more fans at Triple-A. The front office even took to giving away free parking to fans who came to the game in a vehicle with at least 4 people.

But calling Philadelphia the "City of Brotherly Love" is a wish more than an accurate description. The fans are extremely passionate about their teams, no doubt, but have the reputation for being quick to point out the, um, deficiencies of a player with a well-placed snowball to the head (during football season) or a spilled beverage on a player too close to the stands. Phillie fans have suffered through some terrible times, only to have their hearts broken in 1950 as the Whiz Kids ran into the Yankee machine, or in 1964 when the team collapsed down the stretch quicker than a certain Republican nominee for President. "Wild Thing" Williams didn’t help them in ’93 either, when he snatched defeat from the jaws of victory as he served up the walk-off home run to Joe Carter & the Blue Jays.

A Question of Experience—No, I promised I wouldn’t talk about the election here. But Tampa Bay has precious little of it. They were just in Little League a few years ago, after all. There was fear among some that they wouldn’t be able to partake in the champagne drenching if they won, since most of them don’t appear to be of legal-drinking age anyway. What the Rays do have is talent, and loads of it.

The Phillies are young, too, but a bit more seasoned. And they also have the AARP crowd covered, with starter #3. "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner," Jamie Moyer, is 45, and in his first World Series. You think he wouldn’t saw off his arm to get a ring? Moyer is the last guy in MLB who is older than I am (by 3 months), so does that mean there’s still hope I could be scouted by the Astros? Hey, now THERE’S a team who needs pitching help . . .

Bottom Line: Rays in six. You heard it here first.

Crashing

2008-10-11T10:33:00Z

I feel like I'm on an airline flight, and the flight attendant is on the intercom saying, "This is no drill-assume the crash position!"

If you haven't looked at your retirement account in the last week, don't-unless you do so under close medical supervision. You'll want the guy with the paddles standing by when you read the bottom line on your account.

These are truly interesting times for America. The economic meltdown and Wally's freefall is changing the landscape of America, and the resulting panic is affecting everyone. Home foreclosures, job layoffs, and retirement uncertainties-the rain is falling on the just and the unjust. And the headlines are dotted with examples of crazy reactions to our looming financial crisis.

*One unemployed accounting industry worker, living in an upscale gated community in SoCal, took out his despondency on his family. Faced with debt pressures and house foreclosure, he killed his wife, mother-in-law, and three children before killing himself, explaining in a suicide note that it was more "honorable" to kill his family and not just himself.

*Big-whigs from AIG, after being bailed out by the government to the tune of $85 billion, celebrated by going on a week-long retreat to a luxury resort in California, spending $440,000 in taxpayer money on manicures and spa time.

And through it all, we have two-pardon the term-bozos who are yelling taunts at each other because each wants to sit in the White House.

At this stage, I think either one would say what he wants in order to get elected-and they do. Both play loose with the facts in debates and on the campaign trail.

Sometimes I think the response of the Christian community is to shout "Give us a Christian President! Give us a man (or a woman) with character, integrity, and God in his life, and the rest will take care of itself."

Sounds almost like the nation of Israel in Samuel's day, "Give us a King!" Or even more like the followers of Jesus who wanted to see him come in power and help them overthrow Rome.

What makes your blood boil more-the fact that you are going to have to pay higher taxes, or the fact that millions are all around us having to pay for their own sin by spending eternity in hell? See, we're like the guy in LA who killed his family-more concerned about ourselves than the others around us. He needed a whole lot more than a job and lower taxes-he needed a fundamental change of heart, to see the value of life and his relationship to his Creator. If he had encountered Christ, he and his children might still be alive today. But he could only see with his eyes, not his heart. And his eyes told him that the kingdom he had worked so hard for was going up in smoke.

I'm all for voting for integrity. I don't want a repeat of the White House moral dalliances from the 90's. I'm just not looking to vote for the "pastor" of America, as some seem to want to do.

I guess my point is, I've never felt like the folks in Washington were the ultimate answer. My hope is not in 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, it's in the Courts of Heaven.

I'm not interested in trying to help sweep the Kingdom of Obama or McCain into power. Neither can or will provide the changes our nation needs. Oh, I'll vote-for what I consider to be the lesser of two evils. But my expectations of what will happen with a new administration are rather low.

Edmund Burke was right when he said "The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." We need Christians involved in government-we need more Josephs in Egypt and Daniels in Babylon, and more Christ-followers in Washington.

But D.C. can't produce laws that will change a man's heart, because they aren't in the heart-changing business. That's God's work. That comes with spiritual awakening, a real renewal of the things of God in our land, something we haven't seen in quite awhile.

Jesus didn't come to sweep anybody into power. He came to usher in the Kingdom of God. He knew it would take a heart change for the world to change. His disciples were greatly disappointed (even frustrated at times?) that he didn't charge into Rome, the very seat of power, and perform a few miracles to get the Roman government off the backs of the Jews. But He was resolute-"My kingdom is not of this world," he said in John 18:36. Interestingly enough, the apostle Paul wanted to go to Rome too, but with the heart of the gospel, not the sword. Who knows but that he might have had an audience with Caesar himself before he died?

So vote on the first Tuesday in November. And of course, we should stay politically involved all the way from the Dog Catcher to the White House. Write the letters, the emails. Make the phone calls. As Patrick Morley says, "We can't legislate the heart, but we can restrain it for the common good."

Just understand that if you are a Christian, you have an even higher calling. For you are a citizen of the kingdom of heaven. That means we don't panic when times get tough. It also means we recognize that God is still on His throne and in control of this world. "The king's heart is in the hand of the Lord; He directs it like a watercourse wherever He pleases." (Prov. 21:1)

No matter who wins the election-God is still in control. Even when it seems like you're about to crash.

GO AWAY IKE, TINA AIN'T HERE

2008-09-26T14:48:00Z

The main question I've heard repeated while waiting in lines for gas, groceries, or God is "Do you have power?"

Since Hurricane Ike hit, most of us in the Houston area have been without electricity. As of this writing, two weeks after the storm hit, around 20% of the Houston area is in the heat during the day and the dark during the night. We were without the juice for ten days at my house. It felt like a long camping trip without going anywhere and seeing anything beautiful. It felt like one birthday party after another, without the cake and the presents and the fun. I've lit more candles in the last two weeks than a Catholic does in twenty years. Mark this down in the category of things I never thought I'd say to my wife--"Hon, we're out of candles, can you pick some more up at the store? I'm really fond of Cinnamon & Vanilla."

All joking aside, it has been difficult for the Greater Houston area.  While the vast majority of the city has been patient & neighborly, I've also seen tempers flare at the four-way stoplights, the gas station, and the grocery store (who knew those little old ladies could be so pushy with a cart full of Ensure?) But there I go with the jokes again.

And it all prompts the question, "Do you have power in your life?"

In 2nd Timothy 3:5, Paul warns young Tim about believers who have a form of godliness but no power. They've got it together on the outside--they make a passing grade with their church attendance, give a little to charity, and participate in the PTA--but they have no inner power when it comes to loving and forgiving others, dealing with money, gossip, and self-control.

So, do you have the "form" of godliness, or do you really have God's power in your life?

And if you don't have the Holy Spirit juicing your passions, how do you restore the power?

Same way we've been restoring the power in Houston:

1. Haul the trash away--confess sin. After the hurricane, our yards were littered with debris. I bagged almost 30 large bags of leaves and small branches and trash from my yard. I hauled out downed fence as well. Haul your personal junk, your sin, to the curb and watch God take it away to the garbage dump. He did that 2000 years ago, by the way, at a garbage dump called Calvary, the place where Jesus the Garbage Man took your personal garbage off your hands and put it upon his own.  See John 3:16 & 1 John 1:9 for details.

2. Prune back--reestablish your priorities. The linemen from states all around the country have come to help Houston, and many have been saying they've never seen such damage to the electrical infrastructure, due to the trees growing so close to the power lines. Some of us need to do some personal cutting back, too, pruning everything out of our hearts that isn't part of God's plan for us. There are so many good things to say "Yes" to in life, but say "Yes" to the best thing--your walk with Christ--and you won't mind so much if you have to say "No" to some other things.  It may be your schedule or your finances or your hobbies--but nothing should ever come before your relationship with God.

3. Reconnect--It's a wonderful thing when the juice comes back on. One minute you're sitting at your table, praying for another breeze, then you hear a pop down the street, then the lights come back on. My nine-year-old daughter literally yelled out the window, "Hallelujah! We've got the power!"

Reconnecting with God can be done every day through the disicplines of His Word and prayer. Touch your fallen line to His Transformer by reading the Word and spending some time conversing with God. After all, prayer is simply conversation between two friends (to be sure, one of them is a Holy, Holy, Holy Friend). You'll crackle to life and begin to light up your world.

So, do you have power?