Wordless Wednesday
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The Myth Campaign
Call me crazy, but I have been waiting to see this year’s anti-Christmas ad campaign by the American Atheists organization. Last year, they introduced their myth campaign on a large billboard on the New Jersey side of the Lincoln Tunnel. Their billboard featured a familiar nativity scene with this message prominently displayed: “You know it’s a Myth. This Season Celebrate Reason.” I stated in a blog post last year that “while the message will undoubtedly be offensive to many, I see it as another opportunity for non-believers and believers alike to think deeply and to dialogue openly about the meaning of Christmas and the Person of Christ.” And, that’s not a bad thing. As believers we are called to love God with all of our mind, to own our beliefs, and to be “prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect” (1 Peter 3:15). While we can’t stop atheists from exercising their First Amendment rights, we can use what they say as a springboard to share an opposing view.
Building on last year’s myth campaign, this year’s ad sponsored by the American Atheists organization features images of Poseidon, Jesus, Santa, and a devil-like figure with the words “37 million Americans know Myths when they see them.” One New Jersey pastor protested, “Only the most dense and simple-minded person would put [Jesus] in the same category as the other three. Clearly, even those who lack a personal commitment to Jesus recognize that there was in fact some historical figure by this name — religious leader and teacher — around 2,000 years ago.” Scholars Burridge and Gould, authors of “Jesus Then and Now,” would agree. They comment in their book that respectable scholars do not deny Jesus’ existence (p. 34). James Hannam, a scholar who came to Christianity from a scientific background, has said that to claim that Jesus never existed “requires selective skepticism about which sources are reliable and how others are interpreted.” He continues, “In the end, if Jesus did not exist, it makes Christianity a much more incredible phenomena than if he did.”
The American Atheists ads are scheduled to go up in Ohio, New Jersey, and Florida. Dave Silvermnan, president of American Atheists, has said that he hopes the group’s new signs are “equally thought provoking and spark plenty of conversations nationally.” I too, hope that they will spark lots of conversations. As Christ-followers we can either get angry or get smart by looking for opportunities to share with others about the hope that we have within us. And we should do it with gentleness and respect. The American Humanist Association has launched their own campaign featuring an image of Santa with the message: Bias Against Atheists Is Naughty, Not Nice. Although I think this is a bit whiney and hypersensitive, it does remind us that we should try to disagree without being disagreeable. I recall one conversation with a young man who called himself an atheist. Although he spoke to me in harsh and unkind tones, I intentionally treated him with respect and spoke to him kindly. Within minutes his tone and countenance changed. We had a good conversation and left the door open for further dialogue.
My Christmas will not be diminished in any way by the messages that atheists and humanists put on billboards because my heart has already been changed by a greater message — the gospel of Jesus Christ. I am determined to share my faith as I have opportunity and to treat others with kindness. I will continue to love and care for the least of these and to fight for the rights of the oppressed at Christmas just as I do throughout the year. And, while I dislike the atheist anti-Christmas ad campaign, I do not dislike atheists. According to my biblical worldview, they too are human beings created in the image of God and for whom Christ died. If I am right in my beliefs, and I believe that I am, then each of us will one day give an account for why we chose or rejected Jesus. We can put messages on billboards and debate or argue with others as much as we like. But, ultimately, all myths will be busted on the other side of the grave.
• • • • •
“For we did not follow cleverly contrived myths
when we made known to you
the power and coming of our Lord Jesus;
instead, we were eyewitnesses of His majesty.”
2 Peter 1:16
Posted in Apologetics, Christmas Reflections
Make New Mistakes
In a letter written by Benjamin Franklin to French scientist Jean-Baptiste Le Roy, Franklin coined the phrase, “In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.” Well, perhaps we can add one more certainty to Franklin’s famous list — mistakes. Making mistakes is part of the human condition. We all make mistakes. Sometimes we make the same mistakes over and over again, a clear indication that we have not learned from our mistakes. Someone defined insanity as doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results. By that definition it’s probably safe to say that most of us have lapsed into insanity at one time or another. Since we’re going to make mistakes anyway, we should at least make it our aim to make new mistakes. New mistakes are an indication that we have the courage to take chances, embrace risk, and try new things.
Although I don’t particularly enjoy making mistakes, I don’t mind making them. There is no shame in making mistakes, especially new ones. The challenge is not to avoid mistakes but to learn from them. Mistakes are opportunities. As with defeats and failures, mistakes should cause us to evaluate. One way to learn from our mistakes is by doing an autopsy — a postmortem examination to try to learn what went wrong and why. And then, we must be careful that we do not lose heart or allow our mistakes to distance us from the goal or dream we are pursuing. We must keep going. One good thing about mistakes is that they are like road signs that point us in a new direction or toward a new way of doing things. So, don’t keep making the same mistakes over and over again. Determine to make new mistakes, big and bold mistakes, the kind of mistakes that show you are still in the game.
Posted in Devotional Thoughts
A Day Worth Remembering
I love old photographs. Over the past few years I have scanned and made digital backups of our old family photographs. One of my favorites is a photo taken at my grandparents home on Thanksgiving Day in 1958. I am seated next to my grandfather and my Dad is holding my sister Bonnie while Mom looks on. This is one of those photos that stirs up a lot of great memories and reminds me of how fortunate I am to have enjoyed such a happy childhood. That’s not something I take for granted, especially in light of all of the painful family stories others have shared with me over the past thirty-three years in ministry. I realize more than ever that one of the greatest gifts my parents gave me was a secure home that was filled with love and affirmation. That’s why my heart is filled with gratitude when I look at this particular photo. It reminds me to give thanks for the blessing of family.
My wife Cheryl and her sister Cindy were also blessed with a great childhood. Cindy and Cheryl were both adopted within eight months of each other by a loving couple who gave them a wonderful home they otherwise might not have had. Cheryl’s extended family is much larger than mine so there were always lots of arms to embrace her and Cindy at family gatherings. These baby girls were raised in a home where they enjoyed a lifetime of love expressed not only on special holidays but on the ordinary everydays. Today, Cheryl and I will host Thanksgiving dinner at our home surrounded by people we love. That is cause for giving thanks.
Today, my thoughts have also turned to several friends who never experienced the kind of love and support that I had while growing up. What I admire most about these friends is how they have taken intentional steps to give their kids a love-filled home. They remind me that while we can never go back and make a new start we can always start to make a new end. And because of their determination to give what they never received while growing up, their own kids will one day look back on childhood days and feel a profound sense of gratitude. And, perhaps they will look at old family photos and come across a particular favorite that causes them to remember the warmth of hearth and home. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. Make it a day worth remembering.
Posted in Home and Family, Thanksgiving
Wordless Wednesday
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Loving Cheryl
Thirty-one years ago on this day, I married the woman I love. And, for the past thirty-one years it has been my privilege to love the woman I married. Loving Cheryl has been easy to do — much easier, I am sure, than it has been for Cheryl to love me.
When I found Cheryl I found a good thing. Like the man who found a pearl of great price and sold all that he had in order to posses it, I too recognized the surpassing value of what I had found in Cheryl when I was a young man. She has enriched my life. I still treasure my days and my moments with her.
I enjoy the greatest security and comfort knowing that I am loved by the woman I deeply love and respect. I have much less hair and far more girth than I did on the day we tied the knot, but the knot is still tied. Neither the years nor the changes they bring have loosened that knot or diminished our love for one another. That alone makes me a wealthy and fortunate man.
Two weeks ago I sat next to a young Australian couple on a flight from Siem Reap to Bangkok. As I usually do when I travel and meet folks on an airplane, I engaged them in conversation. I not only learned that they are Christ-followers, but that they were on their honeymoon.
That opened the door for me to encourage them and also to tell them that Cheryl and I were married in the month of November and would be celebrating our thirty-first wedding anniversary. We had a nice conversation about marriage and then settled in for the flight.
As I leaned back in my seat my thoughts turned to my honeymoon. Cheryl and I traveled 2,100 miles on our honeymoon and enjoyed snow skiing and visiting some of our favorite places in the Southwest. We had our first Thanksgiving meal of frozen turkey dinners in our rented condo next to the slopes. And then we returned home, excited about starting our new life together.
A couple of months ago, Cheryl and I attended the wedding of the son of some of our very dearest and oldest friends. At the reception, the best man raised his glass to toast the young couple and said, “When you look back on this day thirty years from now, may you see this as the day you loved each other the least.”
Cheryl and I turned to each other and nodded in agreement. As much as we loved each other thirty-one years ago, our love today is richer and better than either of us could have ever imagined. Today, I am especially grateful to have enjoyed 11,315 days of being married to Cheryl. I love you, Cheryl, and look forward to all of the days still ahead of us.
Posted in Home and Family
In Medias Res
A Difference Maker
The Seven Wonders
I learned about the seven wonders of the world before I ever attended school. Growing up in a family of travelers, I saw slides and listened to conversations about many of the world’s premier destinations — places that inspired wonder and stimulated imagination. Only later did I learn that some of the places that family members had visited were considered among the wonders of the world. Over the years I have been privileged to visit several of these places that are on the bucket list of every serious traveler. One question I am often asked is if I have a favorite country or place that I have visited. Earlier this week, a friend asked me about my recent trip to Malaysia to visit my youngest daughter who currently lives there. Familiar with many of the sights and vistas in this beautiful nation, he rattled off some of the sugar-stick sights that attract visitors there every year. “Which sight did you like the best,” he asked. Without hesitation I answered, “The sight of my daughter.”
When I first ventured away from home as a Freshman in high school, I carried a Kodak Instamatic camera with me and came home with nothing but photos of buildings and landmarks. When my Dad looked at my photos he kindly suggested that the next time I include people, even myself, in the photos. “People are more interesting than buildings and monuments,” he said. Dad pointed out that photos of buildings were fine for a travel brochure but dull for a personal album. He was right. Since then, I have focused more on the people who live in the interesting places I visit rather than on buildings or ruins or monuments.
When my friend asked me about which sight I liked best in Malaysia, I remembered a story I had heard years ago about an elementary school teacher who asked her students to list the Seven Wonders of the World on a sheet of paper. When she asked for responses, there was some disagreement among her students. Some called out places like the pyramids, the Taj Mahal, the Grand Canyon, the Panama Canal, the Great Wall of China, the Roman Colosseum, and other popular sites. As she recorded the various responses on the board, she noticed that one little girl had not turned in her paper yet. She asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. “Yes, a little,” she replied. “I can’t quite make up my mind because there are so many.” The teacher then said, “Well, tell us what you have listed and maybe we can help.” The girl hesitated and then said, “I think the Seven Wonders of the World are…”
1. “…to touch.”
2. “…to taste.”
3. “…to see.”
4. “…to hear.”
And then, after a pensive pause, she added,
5. “…to feel.”
6. “…to laugh.”
7. “…and to love.”
I think the little girl got it right. There really are some cool and fascinating places on the planet, but ultimately, the most wondrous things are those that we so easily overlook — the simple and ordinary things that matter the most and make the biggest difference. My daughter truly was the best sight I saw in Malaysia, better than any man-made or natural wonder. Seeing and spending time with Gina was a wondrous and wonderful experience for this Dad whose daughter lives half-a-world away from home. I hope that you will take time to appreciate the Seven Wonders of the World as seen through the eyes of a little girl in a classroom.
Posted in Devotional Thoughts, Home and Family, Malaysia
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