Take a few minutes and watch the video of Penn (one half of the comedic magician duo Penn and Teller) telling a story about a man sharing the Gospel with him after one of his performances. Penn is a self-proclaimed atheist and believes vehemently that there is no God. Watch his response to this man sharing Christ with him.

Were you as surprised as me? Penn was touched by this man’s genuine care and love. He was moved by the fact this man would risk ridicule to witness to him (and trust me, if you’ve ever seen a performance by Penn and Teller, there’s no doubt there was a risk Penn might try to make a comedy routine at this fellow’s expense). I am sure Penn’s response to this man would have been different if this guy was holding a picket sign telling him to repent with a bull horn.

And I was blown away by his question, “How much do you have to hate some one NOT to proselytize? How much do you have to hate someone when you believe that everlasting life is possible and to not tell them that…”. Wow. Camp on that question for a moment. I was seriously convicted by Penn’s response.

So I ask the question again… Why are we so reluctant to witness to people? When we share the Gospel in authentic love, we should trust God enough that the person hearing will receive our words in the manner intended. And we must trust God enough that He will do the work of His will in the heart of the person hearing His Good News.

One thing is for sure, God was glorified in this man’s obedience, courage and genuine love for his fellow man.

“What is the measure of a life well lived?”  These words have been rolling, tumbling, pacing, crashing around in my mind for the past few days.  I have a good deal of time to ponder and meditate on many things as I work around the church moving from place to place … setting up rooms, changing a light bulb, painting a door frame, inspecting a fire extinguisher, sweeping away cobwebs, changing out full vacuum bags.  But I digress… The question this song poses is a great one: “What is the measure of a life well lived?”  How would you answer this question?  The group that sings these words is called DOWNHERE.  The song is entitled, “Little is Much.”  (If you aren’t familiar with this group, I would commend them to you.)

I like the emphasis of their answer as they pose this great question in their song:

What is the measure of a life well lived?
If all I can offer seems too small to give…
This is a song for the weaker, the poorer
And so-called failures.

Little is much when God’s in it -
And no one can fathom the plans He holds.
Little is much when God’s in it -
He changes the world with the seeds we sow
Little is much, little is much…
Who feels tired and under-qualified?
Who feels deserted, and hung out to dry?
This is a song for the broken, the beat-up
And so-called losers.

Consider a Kingdom in the smallest seed…
Consider that giants fall to stones and slings…
Consider a child in a manger…
Consider the story isn’t over…
What can be done with what you still have?

Perhaps turning 41 and being unemployed for several months primed my heart for a song like this.  Perhaps it’s having 3 sons who are turning into men and beginning to ask important life questions that pricked my mind when those words first came through my ear buds.  Perhaps it is a desire like most people who breathe to want to know that our lives make a difference.  Perhaps it is just an inability to discern the finite plans of a fallen and fouled up man as the shadow of an infinite and sovereign God conceals what He is trying to see.  Whatever the reason, the question bears considering:  “What is the measure of a life well lived?”

My guess is that it is the measure by which all lives are measured… the life of Christ in us – the hope of glory.

Not Cool: Obama’s Pro-abortion Stance, and Christians enabling him

Decide as you wish about which candidate you will vote … just keep in mind, there are millions of yet unborn who are wanting that same privilege someday.

It may be Halloween…but October 31 is also Reformation Day. On this day in 1517 a monk by the name of Martin Luther nailed his Ninety-Five Thesis to the doors of the Castle Church in Wittenburg, Germany. Luther was challenging what he saw as abuses in the selling of indulgences by the Roman Catholic Church. Many think that by nailing his thesis to the doors of the church Luther was calling for a schism in the church. Actually his protest was not that nefarious. He was actually participating in the method of how issues were discussed in the day – sort of like blogging in the 1500′s. He intended his protest to reform the church not to split it. The result was the birth of the Protestant movement.

If you’d like to learn more about Luther, here’s a link to a great biography. If reading isn’t your thing there’s a movie out that does a pretty good job of summing up Luther’s life as a monk and his role in the reformation.

To celebrate this auspicious occasion, I’m sporting a “Luther is my homeboy” t-shirt and wishing folks a “Happy Reformation day”!

Delight in God cannot occur in an intellectual vacuum.  Our joy is the fruit of what we know and believe to be true of God.  Emotional heat such as joy, delight, and gladness of heart, apart from intellectual light (i.e. the knowledge of God) is useless… The experience of heaven’s inhabitants confirms that our knowledge of God (education) is the cause or grounds for our delight in him (exultation), which blossoms in the fruit of his praise and honor and glory (exaltation).

What this tells us is that the ultimate goal of theology isn’t knowledge, but worship.  If our learning and knowledge of God do not lead to joyful praise of God, we have failed.  We learn only that we might laud, which is to say that theology without doxology is idolatry.  The only theology worth studying is a theology that can be sung!  (Sam Storms, One Thing, page 82)

When one gets right down to it, the ultimate goal of all of life is worship… isn’t it?

“The awakened conscience of the sixteenth century betook itself to “the righteousness of God.” There it found refuge, at once from condemnation and from impurity. Only by “righteousness” could it be pacified; and nothing less than that which is divine could meet the case. At the cross this “righteousness” was found; human, yet divine: provided for man, and presented to him by God, for relief of conscience and justification of life. On the one word tetelestai “It is finished,” as on a heavenly resting-place, weary souls sat down and were refreshed. The voice from the tree did not summon them to do, but to be satisfied with what was done. Millions of bruised consciences there found healing and peace.”

Horatio Bonar

The Everlasting Righteousness, Preface

In His mind, when the true understanding of “the righteousness of God” was made clear, it was as if chains of bondage fell off people. As I read his words, I was reminded of the great work God has done even on my behalf. Nothing I deserved. Nothing I earned. Nothing I scammed. Simply God being God. Reaching down and saving whom He wills. Why He chose to save me? That lies in the eternal mystery of God’s pleasure. For my part though, He truly has done it all. I wonder if the church of today doesn’t need a shot of that same reality? Is the life-giving/life-saving righteousness of God truly enough or must there be more… more effort, more prayer, more Bible reading, more fasting, more giving, more volunteerism, more religious rites, more church services attended, more of whatever I think it is going to take for God to be pleased with me?  What I think the church at large today has failed to reckon is that anything we add to the Gospel of Jesus Christ in order to gain relationship with God is death. As has been said before, “The Gospel plus anything equals nothing. The Gospel plus nothing equals everything.”  Prior to our conversion and even after it, the Gospel calls us to abandon all self-improvement projects – anything that adds to the work of Christ to reach us and save us. Repeating the words of Horatio Bonar: “The voice from the tree did not summon them to do, but to be satisfied with what was done.”

Drink deep… be impressed by…  be satisfied with the God who has done it all.

It’s currently 59 degrees outside. The windows are open. The cool wafts across the floor. Perhaps autumn will make it here after all.

Night is a two-edged sword for me. Sometimes I resonate with Job who admitted, “nights of misery are apportioned to me.” (7:3) It is a miserable thing to awake and find that my subconscious mind has been at work berating me, bludgeoning me with a mixture of truth and lies. “You are 41, unemployed, and will never find another job! God won’t take care of you – you have to take care of yourself. Do you really think God knows what is going on in your life? Now get out there and take care of yourself and your family. Make it happen!” On these kinds of nights, I try to will myself back to sleep but it is too late. In my less than lucid state, I hear what sounds like knocking, only to figure out that the adrenaline has kicked in and it’s just my heart pounding! So, I get up and take a walk through the house. “The Voice” follows me around. So does life’s pressures. I find myself crying out to God to put it all back into perspective for me. I need a Savior.

SOMETIMES though, most times – I enjoy the lonely times of night. I don’t enjoy missing sleep… I know that around 2:00 in the afternoon my eyelids will feel like they have 20 pound weights attached to them! I do enjoy the tranquility though. The quiet. The companionship.

Sometimes I feel as if deep is calling to deep – I ponder.
Sometimes I have a conversation with a Friend – I share.
Sometimes I hear nothing – I wait.
Sometimes I go outside and hear the declaration of God’s glory – I marvel.

I have no set routine. I just know when I’m up like this – God has something for me.

The Psalmist said in Psalm 42.8: “By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me.” I know that just as I sang over my boys when they were babies, God sings over me. Sometimes the night is the only time I can hear Him singing. It may not be convenient, but it sure is beautiful.

“When the soul of a believer receives God’s light, ‘its nature is changed, and it becomes properly a luminous thing.  Not only does the sun shine in the saints, but they also become little suns, partaking of the nature of the fountain of their light.’

“The communication of God to the soul releases a divine energy and power that reaches to the depths of the heart and affects its very nature, imparting an abiding divine presence that sustains over a lifetime the gradual renovation of the thoughts and impulses and actions of the soul.”  (Signs of the Spirit, page 121)

Paul wrote in II Corinthians 3.18:

And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit. (ESV)

What a wonderful thing to know that when I am rescued by a soul-seeking, sin-pardoning, salvation-bringing Savior, not only is my slate cleaned, but I am also radically changed within so that I partake of the Spirit in such a way that He tranforms me from one degree of glory (this weak and fallen state) to another degree of glory (greater conformity to the image of Christ).  And therein lies a great mystery to me – a perfect God dwelling inside an imperfect man, doing what only He can do – rescue me… over and over again; day-by-day. 

Any number of things my have an effect on how we think and feel, but God alone changes the nature of the soul itself. (SotS, 119)