Kitsch, Cliché, Nostalgia, and Longing for Home

I suppose I was a romantic from my early youth. It might be difficult to convince my wife of that because so much of my expressions of love have changed, and perhaps not all for the better. We grew up one-hundred yards from my grandpa and grandma’s house on the family farm. I had two older sisters, and I was the baby. At ten years old I would receive a baby brother who I had prayed for at length, and then we would all get a sister two years after that—which was the plan because my ten years of playmate-lessness had taught my parents that it was better to have clusters of children. And then, the last two had been boys, and my older sisters were excited to see another girl in the family so it had to be a girl, and it was.

The farm was the most incredible place to grow up—and next to my grandparents! I was homeschooled; out of desperation my mom would turn me loose in the woods where I could act out every adventure from Daniel Boone to Little House on the Prairie. All of my friends were in school so I ran the woods alone during the day, and there was ample time for reflection. I loved the beauty of the country. I spent much time bird-watching, building forts, and visiting my grandmother’s house. She had stacks of bird, animal, and plant reference books, and Country and Reminisce Magazines. The Reader’s Digest, Animals of North America had an idyllic scene in the front pages of a stream with trout, mountains in the background, a still meadow, and every woodland creature and animal converging on the stream. I longed for that place and often imagined that was where we lived. I pored over the magazines with pictures of little perfect churches, covered bridges, and horse-drawn carriages. My dad told me stories of buying dynamite at the hardware store for blowing up stumps and expanding fields. The beauty and adventure from the past cemented my view that older
was better.

As a college student at Bethel I learned that believing older is better was a real factor in the roots of western culture from the Greeks and the Jewish people. The Greeks were living in a declining civilization so looking back was natural. For the Jewish people, Moses was the prized prophet who had written most of the Old Testament, and looking back to his leadership was natural. And then of course, you could trace all the people of the world back to Adam the son of God—a father who was and still is inarguably better.

Some of my first college papers at Bethel had a dominant color, red—occasionally for spelling (spell-check was pretty good by then) but usually for clichés. I didn’t know you could drop several letter grades for using old phrases, but Dr Dreyer was faithful to find any hint of cliché and stomp it out. They were not allowed. There was no explanation for why old phrases were not allowed, just the bright red, “cliché” and lower grades. I adjusted, and eventually I understood.

My art professor, Dale Johnson, taught me another word—kitsch—like a Barbie-doll or tinsel on a Christmas tree. It is the fake, overly sweet, commercialized products masquerading as art but violating the true purpose of it so that even good intentions can lead to the corruption of one’s soul. Kitsch is often used to conjure up Nostalgia—that fuzzy warm feeling of things being right because they are from your past. But it’s a hollow rightness. It’s the kind of thing that can make you feel good about something that is wrong or to despise something just because it is new. One person could have nostalgic feelings about eating lefse while another feels nostalgic about robbing banks. The feeling of nostalgia is not a good moral guide, but it feels like it is. That’s what makes it so dangerous.

For a long time I felt like everything that made me who I am was outlawed. I felt cold and cynical. Where could I go to warm up? Was the feeling of being cozy wrong? Was the longing for home, a place to belong, wrong? This world never stops changing. The better relationships you have, the harder it will be to say goodbye. This life offers just a taste of God and eternity with him. He does not change. We can see him if we look back, and we can see him if we look ahead. To trust in him is to look back to our creator and forward to home. It is a place of beauty, love, and belonging. I am thankful for the love Christ has shown me and for the hope he has given.

—reh

Service > Control

There is power in the blood of the Lamb to save, to serve, and to love, but not for control. The greatest serve all. Christians were so called by the world around them because their actions were identified with Jesus Christ—hospitality, love for the poor, service to their neighbors, and love for each other. Christ was in them. If people, whoever they claim to be, seek power to control the kingdoms of the world, why should they be called Christian?

“My kingdom is not of this world. If my kingdom were of this world, my servants would have been fighting, that I might not be delivered over to the Jews. But my kingdom is not from the world.”

—Jesus the Christ

“Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of his household…”

— Paul the Apostle

“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the

cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”

—Paul the Apostle

“For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God.”

—Author of Hebrews speaking of Abraham

Daniel, one of the most righteous people ever known to the world, was a great servant of it. By his service he had great power and influence. Though Daniel’s earthly king fell to insanity, Daniel preserved the kingdom for him. He handed it back intact after caring for it for seven years. Never once did he use his position for his own advantage, to impose his own preferences or even his own convictions. As a captive he was forced to learn religions not his own, and serve wicked kings alongside wicked servants. He did not seek to change the kings hearts or the hearts of the people through the power of control, but by the power of service. His faith became contagious, and the earthly kings often turned to worship the God of Daniel. The people of the land, more than once, heard of the great, powerful, and faithful God of Daniel. The context of Daniel’s testimony was his humble service. He knew he was serving the one true heavenly King of Kings.

Though perfect disciples of Christ see opportunity and the promise of position in this kingdom of dust, they laugh, for what is it to be king of the dead but a curse? All becomes dust in the hand reaching for control, but the hand reaching out to help, to serve, to save, to heal, to love, that is the very hand of Christ. Just as Paul, The Apostle, told the Philippians, although actually being God himself, Jesus did not use his God-power for his own advantage. Instead, he made himself the servant of servants.

                         —reh

   “Who, being in very nature[a] God,

      did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;

   7 rather, he made himself nothing

      by taking the very nature[b] of a servant,

      being made in human likeness.

   8 And being found in appearance as a man,

      he humbled himself

      by becoming obedient to death—

          even death on a cross!”

                                               —  Philippians 2:7-8

Racism. Silence.

Ignorance, not hate, is the underlying cause of racism.  I was homeschooled through high school. My exposure to other races was mostly at Bible camp—a couple weeks a year. Although I attended primarily white colleges, I made casual friends with a couple black students, Judge and Ty, at Bethel.  Ty was randomly assigned as my roommate when I came back to campus for spring semester, after being abroad. He was nice. We got along fine and talked on occasion. He was pretty private, and he was gone a lot. He introduced me to Judge. I really liked Judge. He was charismatic, chill, funny—a very likeable guy.  I really thought we would become good friends. We ate lunches together, spent some time hanging out in the dorm. Talking was natural, but it slowed down because we didn’t really enjoy the same activities, music or movies. One conversation still stands out to me, though, and I wonder if our friendship would have progressed if I had responded differently.  I used to do a beatbox pretty well, even though I didn’t prefer rap music. It was a random tallent I picked up from a friend at camp. Judge and I were beatboxing together, and he asked about some rapper I’d never heard of, and I explained that I didn’t really know any rap music very well. He was surprised, “how did you get all the way to college without knowing at least some good rap music?” he asked. It was an obvious question to him. I wasn’t allowed to listen to rap or rock music as a kid. By the time I was in college I listened to mostly pop-christian music, and there wasn’t much rap available in that category. It just never pulled me in. I responded, “I guess rap wasn’t a big part of my culture; It’s a bigger deal in your culture.” He repeated, “my culture?” He looked troubled. I didn’t know what to say. I was very new to this. I didn’t feel the freedom to ask anything else or to distinguish between my culture and his—even though our background was clearly different. The easiest thing to do was to stay quiet. So I did. I had a lot of questions. But who could I ask? We still hung out.  I had decided to avoid any topic that would deal with our differences. I wanted him to like me, and I really wasn’t sure where the boundaries were. Discussions on race were mysterious. I was ignorant.

Ignorance is a common, boring sort of infection—effectively treated by the act of humble and hopeful inquisition. But many of us do not bother with it; it can be uncomfortable to try and find a starting point. Untreated, this infection can start to mature into an extremely contagious phase which is simply fear. Fear is the most contagious phase for it is often overlooked as a sin. Fear is a natural response to our drive for self preservation, but love and fear are mutually exclusive. Fear bypasses our rational mind to the point of action, and our powers of rationality are used afterwards to justify the actions that were motivated from fear. Though they were not premeditated, our actions change us, and the contrast between who we are and what we did unsettles us. We will either address the wrong outward actions and make provision to avoid them in the future or we will change on the inside so that who we are and what we do is harmonious. When moving this direction it is easier to change on the inside since the wrong action has already begun the work. Racism can flourish in this phase, and this is the most common type. In some, fear will find an environment that allows it to grow into hate, but this phase only flourishes in specific environments. It is easier to recognise hate as a sin, and many people will avoid people in this phase in order to maintain their appearance. That is why racism often flourishes more fully in the fear phase.

The best way to decrease racism is to increase effective communication between races. We need patience and grace in our communication. We need to foster discussion between races that allows people the freedom and room to grow, room to be wrong, room to make mistakes without being made into an example. We all need the freedom to grapple with the issues in the way that we know how. Instead we indulge a media who’s perpetual aim is to cause discord between races—making examples out of well meaning people. They allow no grace, no patience, no room to fail. The public humiliation of other people engaging in racial discussions silences thousands of people. It stops imperfect but productive communication before it can mature into shared meaning. Have you been quiet? Maybe your voice is missing. Perhaps more patient, humble, grace filled voices can flood the discussion and silence the destructive, arrogant, impatient, and polarizing practices of the media. It’s  a decision. Failure is a fact of moving forward. We must all fail before we succeed. I have decided to grapple with this issue the way that I know how. I will fail. I will move forward.

Proverbs 15:1 A soft answer turns away wrath,

but a harsh word stirs up anger.

Galations 3:28 There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

1John 4:20 Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen.

To the Young People I Know

When I was a kid my dream car was a Ferrari F40, but a black Porsche 911 turbo would be a respectable sports car for a family-man with a good career—maybe as a genius creative director at an ad-agency.  I loved J-Crew, Polo, and million-dollar houses in the parade of homes. It was extremely important to do things and own things that reflected, what I knew to be, superb taste. But if I couldn’t own the thing that expressed my taste I would find occasions to express my approval of those items so others wouldn’t misjudge my taste. The display of good taste, to me, meant you were the right kind of people—you were smart, strong, dedicated, and fun. You were a winner, and you cared about quality. The first car I actually bought was a gold 1987 Porsche 944. It was a salvage-title, but it was a good buy at six-thousand dollars in 1998, not actually a choice for an eighteen-year-old-kid.  It was more like getting struck by lightning. Gold wasn’t my preference in theory, but in person it was pretty persuasive. It did a good job of helping me to express the truth of my “superb taste.” I decided it was more mature than red anyway. My boss at the painting company was worried customers would think we were over-priced. They did. I remember this one lady was worried her son would drop out of college and become a painter instead of a lawyer like his father. She kept checking to see if I was done painting so I could leave before he got home from school and saw my car. They were stuffy—mental note, “lawyers don’t have fun,” a belief that would later be challenged by Matthew Mcconaughey in A Time To Kill and Julia Roberts in Erin Brockovich. I mean, they made being a lawyer look cool so maybe I could too. But what I really wanted to do was get into film. I thought maybe I could really make it big, and I figured it was worth checking into. So I did it. Yeah, forty-year-olds did cool stuff as kids too. I lived down the street from NBC studio where the tonight show was filmed. I interned for Satellite Films off of Irvine, across the parking lot from the Capitol Records building. I got to see behind the scenes, meet famous people, and make connections. And I found out that being successful in Hollywood and having a healthy family was a pretty tall order. Maybe not impossible, but probably impossible for me.  So as a junior in college I started to give up the thing that my excellent taste would have dictated for the thing that the spirit inside of me seemed to be pulling me toward. I turned down two job’s in Hollywood. I turned down the guy at the special effects company (they specialized in explosions, wow, total dream job) and the owner of an art direction company I worked with on the set for MTV. The jobs were nothing fancy, but nonetheless, they were open doors. Fast-forward to twenty-two years later. I’m married (I love you Kelsey). I have a dad-bod (okay that's my fault). I have six kids with number seven on the way. I’m a registered nurse. Our family vehicle is a fifteen passenger van. We’re living in my grandma’s old house, and I feel extremely blessed. What happened? Did I completely lose my sense of style? Am I a loser? Did I just lower my expectations to meet my low performance?  Let me make one thing clear; I’m not saying a fifteen passenger van is inherently christian. But I am saying that what I thought I wanted and what I actually wanted were two different things, and it isn’t because my taste changed. I still really prefer Ferraris and Porsches to the van and fancy houses over my grandma's old house. But somewhere along the way I learned that what people have and do might be an expression of their taste or performance, but it might just be an expression of obedience, sacrifice, and faith. That realization was convicting. Could it be that people I had judged as boring, strange or even dumb were actually daring, passionate, and wise? What we have and do says much about our values, but being able to have the best of both worlds is a mirage. Being your best you will involve giving yourself up and allowing Christ to shape you.

Luke 9:24 “For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it.”

Brokenness and Love

How will they know we are Christians by our love if His love has not flooded our own hearts? And how will His love flood our hearts if we do not drink it in? We drink when we are thirsty, long for cleansing when we are dirty, and for healing when we are sick.  And if we are made aware of our own sin and the cost of our redemption, how will we not be broken? We will. 

There is one way to move forward as a light in this dark world and that is this—we move forward from a place of brokenness, in hope, with our eyes fixed on Jesus. This life is for becoming, for being formed, for taking on, the likeness of Christ. This struggle, this tension, is not meant to be lifted, for His grace is sufficient. 

Seculars say we move forward by believing we are enough, by placing the blame for pain outside of ourselves, that by loving ourselves we can love others; it’s a deception. The one who has been forgiven much loves much and it is the love that is evidence of the forgiveness we received. The powerful love of God flowing through us cannot be separated from our brokenness. Though we are being made whole, the context of our gratitude is the cost of our failure and God’s willingness to pay it. 

If we believe our redemption was cheap do we really have it? The payment for all sin is the blood of God’s Son. There is no cheap redemption.  The emptiness of self-esteem is becoming evident even to the world, but now will you trust another if you cannot trust yourself? Besides Christ every object of hope is a mirage.

—reh

Luke 7:44-47

44 Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 45 You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. 46 You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. 47 Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.”

John 13:35. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.

1John 4:19  We love because he first loved us.

Romans 10:11 As Scripture says, "Anyone who believes in him will never be put to shame."

Anger is a Fire

True community is only possible in love; do not deny that love is a verb and so damage your soul—robbing yourself and others of the beauty born in its service.  Community is not an automaton, but a living body, and the lifeblood of true community is Grace. Grace supplies the power to deliver what grace itself demands, and it demands infinitely more than the law which has no power for its meager requirements. You find your anger is full and genuine, and you feel justified in its expression. It is natural; why deny it? What’s worse, to lie or to curse? But this question deceives for to curse is both to curse and to lie. Anger shared, like love, is multiplied not satisfied. The flame that is not put out spreads from house to house. If a man were to observe his house on fire and say, “look here, it would be a lie to put this fire out for here it truly burns,” wouldn’t you think him an idiot? And what would you make of this fire when it burned the entire neighborhood and community? Do you suppose anger is any different than fire and the fruit that it bears?

—reh

James 3:5-12

5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. 7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. 9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.

Communication is a Miracle

My graphics professor, Guy Chase, was a very patient communicator. He was never in a hurry to explain his work. It was more fun that way. He almost always made time to listen. Every fall I feel the urge to stop by his office at Bethel University, my annual tradition. I think often of his attachment to smiley faces and coffee prepared to his specification, “about like ice cream.” I used to bring him my paintings for a second opinion. Guy was honest. Somehow he knew the internal struggle that I went through as I learned how to make certain shapes and textures. He pointed to some flowers expressed as messy circles and said, “how did you get to the point where you could make those shapes?” It was a struggle. How did he know that? I remember him saying, “communication between two people is a miracle...there is no way to really explain it.”  

“...Naked I came out of my mother’s womb, and naked I shall return. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”  
— Job 1:21

I think we all know something has been taken away. Have you heard the people talking? Nobody understands. Everyone is just making noise. Communication results in shared meaning, but all we share is self interest. Self interest leads to distrust, distrust to fear, fear to anger, anger to hate, and hate to death. We are dying. Do you know you’re dying? Guy Chase knew he was dying. He told me that day in his office—surrounded by smiley faces and ideas on the wall. They were good ideas. I pretended not to know already. I made him special coffee. Dale Johnson had secretly told me an hour before and made me promise I wouldn’t tell on him. He thought Guy might hide it. Dale was looking out for me. Guy said, “I have a joke to tell you.” He was smiling. I already knew the joke. “I’m dying” he said, and then he laughed. “Other people don’t think it’s funny, but I do. I feel fine, but the doctor said I could be dead in a year. I feel like I have so much to do. Is God really done with me? It doesn’t really feel like he is.” He wasn’t. Guy’s thoughtful ideas still live. There were many things we didn’t agree about. But we shared in a context—The Great Context. It was a miracle. Miracles still happen for those who share in him, but something has changed in the world. Everyone disagrees and hates each other for it. When Guy disagreed with me he smiled. So did I. I missed his funeral. I was in the hospital for the birth of my son, Gabriel. Gabriel is a patient communicator. He makes time to listen.

—reh

The Dark Side of God

God is holding back. We are all missing out on beautiful, awesome, things. Adam and Eve were struck to the core when they ate the forbidden fruit because it was good. They doubted God’s character enough to test him. But instead of finding a bitter fruit they found one good for eating. God had withheld this good thing. With every colorful plant, flower, fruit, waterfall, gemstone, all of the animals—the entire world—given to mankind as a gift, God asked him to leave one fruit from his lips. This was the essence of the eternal problem. “God is God and we are not” (Robert Barron). There is always more. If we do not trust him then he can have nothing to do with us; our relationship is impossible. He is holding back very good things precisely because he is good. He is good, and he is infinite. If he gives you a billion tons of anything he’s holding back infinity more because he has no end. He placed the forbidden fruit in the middle of the garden because this problem was inevitable. Why avoid it? It’s coming. No one can escape this unknown, this eternity. We cannot take him all in. The fabric of our existence cannot endure him without his own blood. “⁶ And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him." (Heb 11:6-NIV). This is the thing that matters. Nothing matters more. Do you trust him? 1John 1:5 “...God is light, in him there is no darkness at all.” Darkness is as light to him (Psalm 139:12). But for us, now, the only way forward is to trust him—even the parts we cannot see, for he cannot be measured, tested or verified like a thing less than a man.

The Reasons Why

When you have no hope, when you believe that, “in the end, nothing really matters,” when all you have is now, when there is no difference, when all the vibrant sparkling colors of the world come together like mud, when your cells are pulled toward equilibrium like the heart of a man pulls his body toward the precipice, when you are so lost the feeling of falling is like coming home, when your eyes glaze over and your ears hear sounds from another place, when there is no meaning, when there is no truth, when your heart has given up, then you are ready to bring death.

—Ryan Hunt

Proverbs 29:18 Where there is no revelation, people cast off restraint; but blessed is the one who heeds wisdom's instruction.

Deuteronomy 30:19 This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live.

The Great Context

It seems impossible at times—to be anything other than a statistic. The world is working on that, you know? making you a statistic, that is. It is one of our most ambitious goals—to conquer our biochemical makeup down to every last atom, to manipulate it, to completely pars the human existence and experience—to make ourselves nothing while somehow claiming to be everything, even the creators of meaning.

We take “beautiful pictures,” collections of various combinations of red green and blue (RGB) displayed on our screens. But when we look at them do we see more than pixels? We interpret those images based on a context in our memories, things we have learned like the smell of an ocean breeze, the piercing cold frost in winter, and the feeling of a warm kiss. But science says even that can all be reduced to numbers. All of your memories, emotions, chemical combinations, decision making algorithms, according to a scientistic world view, can be laid out as numbers—reducing us all to data. But data by itself is meaningless. Having more numbers does not help the situation. Coding the RGB pixels on your screen to the data stored in your memory and trying to make meaning is ultimately as futile as the attempt to make five, six, and seven achieve meaning without a context. Context cannot arise from a finite thing; it is the finite that is evaluated against the eternal. In other words, if we are finite, then any meaning we achieve can only be in relation to a thing outside of us, and that thing must itself be infinite, not just infinite but eternal, the I Am.  

Again, if we can be reduced to numbers then our only hope for meaning is outside of us; yet hope itself—meaningless. But if we cannot be reduced to numbers, if there is something more within us, eternity, then we begin to take on the likeness of God. In His likeness we love. In the image of Him we create. And by His being we have meaning.  

It is not uncommon for us all to live in contradiction.  As Chesterton observed, we must all embrace both the known and the mysterious to keep our sanity, but the contradiction this world is living does not bring sanity. It brings sickness. It is a great contradiction; for if even the reflection of the eternal is in us, then we are not just numbers. If we exist there is a story, and that story is set in a context, and that context, the great and ultimate context, is not and cannot be just another set of data.

John 18:38 "What is truth?" retorted Pilate. With this he went out again to the Jews gathered there and said, "I find no basis for a charge against him.

John 14:6 Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Exodus 3:14 God said to Moses, "I AM WHO I AM. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: 'I AM has sent me to you.'"

Colossians 1:17 He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.

—reh

The Gravity of The Throne

Everything matters so much, and if we can make a difference we must. We can make a difference, right?  We take the bait. We sit in judgement on others. Maybe we’re better at double checking our baby’s car-seat or putting our baby to bed on her back.  We read the study because we care. If the science says it we do it. We don’t leave our kids in the car while we pay for our gas when the pump is broken. We wake them up and march them in with us. We can’t risk anything. We buy the video monitor so we can watch our children sleep because someone might steal them through the window. When someone else chooses the weak road we call CPS on them. And if a child is injured because their incompetent parent forgot to do something we put them in jail. Losing their child isn’t punishment enough. Living with the guilt of tragedy under a forever darkening sky isn’t enough. We must make them pay. There must be justice. What kind of a parent doesn’t dot every i and cross every t? People should only be allowed to be parents if they are ready to take responsibility for everything because we do. If we really try, we can protect all children. The world needs to be better, and we can make it better. When our sons can’t make it out the door to school because they’re too anxious we bring them in for medication. When they can’t focus we bring them in for medication. When they lose their temper and lash out at school the powers that be bring them to the emergency department for medication. When they lose control because they’re freaking out, and they’re stuck in a sweaty stinky little emergency room with other crazy people yelling down the hall, and they’re forced to wear psych scrubs, and all they have are video games and a coloring book—they become violent at the closest person, and they get strapped down to their bed for medication. But it’s not our fault. We did our job. We read the studies and they say it isn’t our fault. But there will be another study—just in time for us to end our lives wringing our hands—trying to find someone else to blame. We must find someone to blame. It’s all preventable. Everything bad can be prevented. It’s just a matter of finding who’s at fault. The gravity of the throne consumes us; it crushes our bones. When we are God there is nowhere to turn. Welcome to hell. 

—reh

The Children of His Child

You think you’ll have a few kids and just raise them the way you were raised, but of course you’ll do a few things different. You’ve learned a few things from your parent’s mistakes. Then it hits you, you are not your parents. And the circumstances of your childhood cannot be recreated. It’s a new world again. The struggles that formed your mind, will, and emotions do not exist anymore. Sure there are struggles, but they are different. Your children will not be you, and it’s scary. Not because you’re amazing, but because you survived. Looking back at the minefield you can’t believe you’ve made it this far. You realize some of the mistakes your parent’s made were used by God to build character in you. The struggles that once caused you to question God’s goodness now shine like waters of grace. And that is where you find peace. Though the world has gone mad—He has remained. His redemptive power does not end. He has called the children of his child. Humble yourself. Help them to hear his voice. Lift them up in prayer. Sing to them. Hold them up and hope. Hope in the one who has made himself known to you.

Origins—A Broken Dialogue

I am biased. 
I am captivated and persuaded by Christ Jesus. He is my hope, my salvation; he is the context that gives meaning to my experience and existence. How then should I treat the one who has laughed him off as a lunatic? Should I call him a liar? Cut off his ear? What then of my insight into the most excellent way? a love that always hopes, perseveres, and keeps no record of wrongs? And how can I call him a liar? Was I there when He “laid the foundations of the earth?” It’s hypocrisy. I call the man a liar, and then say, “you weren’t there to witness evilution so you can’t prove what you are teaching.” Neither can I prove what I would bleed to teach for God has said we must come to him by faith and not sight. I wasn’t there to observe the beginning, and if I was, could I have survived it? Do not think for a second that speaking the universe into existence was humdrum, safe or calculable by man. Whether there was blood at the birth of creation I do not know, but I know there was blood in its redemption. Whatever happened inside of God as he spoke it into being was neither cheap nor easy. The result was worth dying to save. I accept that Genesis really happened. One man says a day was millions of years, another says twenty-four hours, but it is unclear that those two numbers are literally, mathematically or physically incompatible with each other when God is the creator. Do not call the other man a liar or you may be guilty of sin. Do not call him an idiot. He has the image of God! Rather consider that all the most effective lies are mostly true or even completely “true” but divorced from the context so that both the believer and the unbeliever can be simultaneously deceived in different ways by the same information. Jesus said, “I am the way the truth and the life.” He is the truth, the context—the one by whom everything has its

meaning. In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Should I tell him how he did it or let his words speak for themselves? And how much worse to let this divide the body of Christ, for if we are divided where is Christ?

—reh

“It is the glory of God to conceal a matter; to search out a matter is the glory of kings” (Proverbs 25:2). 

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge." Psalm 19:1-2

"For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm." Psalm 33:9 

"And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him." Hebrews 11:6"The Son is the radiance of God's glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word." Hebrews 1:3

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