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    No One Reads Blogs Anymore...


    ...but apparently you do: terrific!


    So, now that you're here, please read another entry or few.


    Yes, the posts are now quite outdated - as far as a calendar is concerned. Regarding how life is concerned,  each is quite indate. Okay, indate is not a real word. How about each is relevant for this date and future dates? Don't believe me? Please read on. Thanks.


    Not a no one,


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    The Fine Art of Bible Spelunking


    My dear theologians –


    In all likelihood you have noticed I refer to our Sunday mornings together as explorations. Was reminded of that late last week when my brother called ordering me to find my rattiest Levi’s, ugliest sweatshirt and best thrasher tennis shoes because he was taking me on an exploration of the underground: spelunking (pronounced spee lung king: “the exploring of caves).


    Spelunking is a bona-fide, for-real sport, practiced around the world by an unusual breed of sub-surface hikers (Okay, it’s not as ‘visible’ as curling). Those in the know call them “cavers” or “potholers.”


    A spelunker is happier in a thousand-foot shaft than in a fancy-schmancy restaurant. He breathes deep to fill his lungs with rich, damp, musty air. What I call claustrophobia, he calls cozy. His favorite bird is a bat. Contorting his body through an underground crevasse is pure ecstasy.


    Spelunking tools for this subterranean insanity include a lighted hardhat, boots, pads and ropes. The sportsman has every appearance of an underground, bungee-jumping coalminer.


    After graciously turning down my brother’s generous invitation (he is my younger brother), I started thinking that a spelunker resembles the theologians meeting in Parish Hall each week for their own Bible exploration.


    It’s not difficult to see the similarity between those who explore underground passageways and those who explore Bible passages. Each has an insatiable appetite to go deeper than ever before. And both wonder why more surface dwellers don’t take the journey with them.


    That’s because both the spelunker and the theologian have tasted the thrill of going deep. One searches darkened caves for nature’s beauty. The other searches God’s Word (“…a lamp to my feet and a light for [our] path”) to solve problems with eternal answers. And both discover hidden treasures found nowhere else.


    A spelunker talks in code. For example, if he announces that he’s found a kitchen sink, a bathtub and a showerhead, an inexperienced civilian might assume he’s been to Home Depot. If he says he’s looking for bacon, popcorn and pudding, few would know he’s searching for rare and natural mineral formations found deep inside the earth’s crust.


    Just a few Sundays ago, Pastor John reminded us that we also talk in code. “He must increase and I must decrease” is our constant prayer. “Study to show yourself approved…” is our daily assignment.


    Each week our explorations have taken us deeper into God’s Word. At 11:30 we resurface to live what we’ve discovered.


    What an adventuresome life we live! Like spelunkers, we have our ups and downs. At the end of a day, like a potholer after an exhilarating ‘spelunk,’ we can come home bruised and exhausted. Ah, but we know the joy of the rewards of the exploration – and we become eager to start again.


    Spelunk on!


    In Your Debt,



    On Being Well Read

    My dear theologians,


    I need to write a thank you letter this week. Email would be easier, but I don’t think nearly as personal.


    Letter writing is a lost art; and it’s a real shame. Email, with its convenience and speed, has become the communiqué du jour (well, except for our Millennials who prefer texting). But the email phenomenon will never duplicate the gritty character of good ‘ol written letters.


    Without fanfare, history was recorded through written letters. It was in a letter to Queen Isabella that Christopher Columbus first broke the news of the New World. It was in a letter to his colleagues that Galileo first revealed the secrets of his telescope. It was in a letter to President Franklin Roosevelt that pacifist Albert Einstein explained how to build, and why we needed, the atomic bomb.


    Letters often tell us more about the writer than they do the subject. Leonardo de Vinci, perhaps the world’s greatest artist, wrote to the Duke of Milan applying for his dream job – that of a soldier. William Randolph Hearst, the man who preached, “Never let the facts interfere with a good story,” wrote his father with a strategy to make the San Francisco Examiner more profitable: “Let’s hire naïve young men from the East who still believe there’s fortune to be found in the West.”


    WWII introduced V[ictory]-mail: a short one-page form that was fed into a photocopier, reduced to film and carried to military bases around the world. The letters were then reproduced and delivered to lonely G.I.s. Unfortunately, the technology bogged down as heavy lipstick imprints on the V-mails kept jamming the photocopiers.


    Flashback nearly twenty wide centuries. Letters, especially from the apostle Paul, the church’s chief correspondent, were the most talked about documents of their day. They were the broadcasting system of the early church. Each new delivery was read and reread by those who were eager to know more of their newfound faith. His letters became the church’s sermon notes and Sunday School curriculum all rolled into one.


    So closely was letter writing associated with the church, that Paul used this metaphor when he referred to the church in Corinth as his personal “letter of endorsement.” Their changed lives validated his ministry. They were an example of what God’s Word can do in a person’s life.


    And who is the church? Good answer, “We are.” Every apprentice’s life becomes a letter to the world, “known and read by all…a letter of Christ…written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone, but on tablets of human hearts.” (Let me help you: NT, middle)


    As you remember, you read God’s Word, every once in a while you study God’s Word, but every day you are a letter from God being read by a watching world.


    Doesn’t happen with email. Be well read.


    In Your Debt,


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    Make Believe and Biblical Truth


    My dear theologians, 


    We owe much to the world’s great physicists: Archimedes, whose study of hydraulics and hydrostatics changed science forever; Sir Isaac Newton, who uncovered the Law of Gravity; and Albert Einstein, whose Theory of Relativity explains how…well…you know.


    But the most imaginative of all physicists have to be the Warner Brothers. Their cartoon characters have rewritten every physical law known to man. None of these well-tested laws of physics is sacred to these innovative neo-scientists. Deep within their creative laboratories, with sketchpad and drawing pencil in hand, they’ve taught us how:


    • ·         A body suspended in mid-air will remain in mid-air until the subject is made aware of his plight. At this point the Law of Gravity will kick in.
    • ·         The Law of Gravity is selective. Everything falls faster than an anvil.
    • ·         A body, if moving fast enough, can pass through solid matter, leaving a perfect cookie-cutter hole in said matter.
    • ·         During rapid motion, some objects will momentarily appear in a stationary position while the balance of the body continues to move. This is particularly true during ferocious fights in which a participant’s head will suddenly appear while the dizzying skirmish continues.
    • ·         During high-speed chases, certain bodies (most often a roadrunner’s) can pass through solid mountains which have been previously painted to resemble a tunnel. Other bodies (most notable a coyote’s) cannot.
    • ·         Cats possess a cosmic glue that allows them to quickly recover when they’ve been disassembled, accordion-pleated, dynamited, scared furless, or after they’ve assumed the shape of any small container into which they have fallen.


    Rewriting physical laws in cartoons is fun and harmless. But only a Looney-Tune would deny the real thing.


    The same thing is true when it comes to Scripture. Changing or ignoring God’s Word is a dangerous proposition. And yet many have tried. History is littered with attempted rewrites of biblical truth – or doing away with it altogether, hoping to outsmart the Creator.


    In our lifetime, try Carl Sagan, the noted astronomer, whose bold first sentence of his bestseller, Cosmos, states, “The Cosmos is all that there is or ever was or ever will be.” Sagan died in 1997. If he could rewrite his book today, I’m sure Dr. Sagan would tell about a whole new dimension of the cosmos that he never considered before.


    There will always be dissenters to the truth. Skeptics will continue to critique the Bible as antiquated, naïve, out of touch and irrelevant. But they’re simply playing the role of cartoonist. Make-believe is still just make-believe. Truth will always be truth.


    No matter how loud or clever our culture may be, two things remain true: 1) Roadrunners cannot pass through solid mountains, and 2) God’s Word is always reliable.


    Study well.


    In Your Debt,


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    Take It Slow And Study


    My dear theologians. 


    To an eagle, timing is everything: There’s a time to build a nest, a time to hatch an egg; a time to feed the baby eaglet, and a time to teach this young nest-potato bird how to fly.


    Flight school in the eagle family is a big deal. The fun begins as the mother eagle wraps her mighty talons around her young freeloader for his first lift-off. Mother will soar two miles high while her horrified baggage gets its first look at the world. When the time is right she retracts her muscular claws and the young eaglet is on its own, free-falling, executing gold-medal winning Backside Triple Cork 1620 to Switch Backside Triple Cork 1620s, screaming and facing certain death as the ground quickly approaches (okay, so I’ve been watching the Olympics…a lot).


    But, at the perfect moment, the ever-watching mother tucks her wings and makes a death-defying dive for the panicky bird. She zooms past the tumbling feather ball at about Mach 3.2, levels off, spreads her massive wings, and catches her young on her back. This routine is rehearsed over and over and over until the eaglet learns how to fly.


    Using this illustration, God reminded Moses, “I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself.”


    What’s true about the eagle is true about God: Timing is everything. God’s precise moves, though often questioned, are always calculated. But whereas he’s “a friend who sticks closer than a brother,” one truth remains: God is never in a hurry. His creation serves as evidence; towering redwoods, blue-ice glaciers, our sun’s fuel tank – all speak of a Creator who bides his time. God is simply not in a hurry.


    It’s not as though God can’t go faster. Hey, it took him only six days to create an entire universe. But God’s dealings with mankind have always been in real time, and in some cases, real s…l…o…w time (Think Noah; Abraham & Sarah; Children of Israel out of Egypt).


    No, God will not be rushed. He even uses a different calendar: “…a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like a day.”


    And my Outlook calendar? I am able to rush through Bible reading at better than Mach 3.2. And study? Oh, yeah: study. I can do that at Super G speed. But maybe it’s about time to acknowledge that I’m on God’s time. And to invest some of that time learning how to ‘fly’ on my own. Maybe it’s about time to take it slow…………..and study. Come on; it’s not like I’m being asked to perform a Backside Triple Cork 1620 to Switch Backside Triple Cork 1620. Just being ask to let God carry me to himself through his Holy Spirit and through his Word.


    In Your Debt,


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