The end of the affair.
And so it goes.
Time moves ahead.
And things feel new again.
Time moves on.
Another chance.
To make some sense.
Human sense, we hope.
Time bids us journey.
All along the way.
Brief for some.
Long for others.
Hard it can be.
Tears it demands, at times.
Laughter it brings.
The end of 2017.
A year of surprises.
Politically, ugly.
Personally terrific.
A move to a new home.
A new town.
Time moves, quicker these days.
2018.
Can it bring some political relief?
"Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts." ~ Psalm 139:23
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Saturday, December 2, 2017
1 Peter 4.7-19
Morning Musings on the Lectionary, 1 Peter 4.7-19.
I've read this before, but this morning, it hit me hard:
"Maintain constant love for one another, for love covers a multitude of sins" ... the point being, nothing is perfect, and no one has it all put together, and in the midst of chaos and turmoil, to hang on to one another, to help, to assist, to encourage ... because "love" isn't just a pleasant feeling, which it is sometimes, because "pleasant feelings" aren't the point, but rather hiking up one's pants, rolling up one's sleeves, to seek one another's welfare, do what's right for one another, and the larger the circle of life, the more demanding it becomes, to live Micah 7:8
He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
and what does the LORD require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?
Peter makes clear to his readers that suffering is sometimes part of the deal ... and for some of his readers, and for many within the folds of history, the suffering has been immense, horrible and deadly.
For others, it's a suffering of the spirit, an anguish of soul, a conscience bleeding for the sake of others ... a desperate desire to make a difference, to plead the cause of justice, to lift up the voice of hope, to hold in mind and heart an image of life that reflects the image of God's Edenic purpose.
Peter offers what I think is a bit of gallows humor: "If you're gonna suffer, be sure it's for the right reason. Don't complain if you suffer for being a murderer or a thief [and here, it's helpful to understand this as taking life away from others, if not literally, then economically and socially through a sadistic manipulation of the system to feather one's own nest] ... a criminal or even a mischief maker" (I imagine Peter winking as he writes this, and his readers winking at one another). In other words, "don't be a jerk."
The reading ends, not with hope, but with encouragement to keep on keepin' on ... an echo heard throughout the Book of Revelation ... because, for sure, in the long run, the long, long, long, run, things will end well, but in the short run, remember love, accept whatever suffering comes your way for the sake of the gospel, remember that you're in good company on this score, and continue to do good (which sounds very much like Micah).
I laid awake last night, pondering ... with a sometimes clenched gut ... I see the outskirts of hell sometimes, I hear the demons laugh, and I smell the stench of power, power run amok, and power's kin, greed and lust ... and the consequences of God Mammon: the death of the soul of those who have too much, and the death of the mind of those who dare not think about what they do.
And then, this morning, I read Peter ...
I've read this before, but this morning, it hit me hard:
"Maintain constant love for one another, for love covers a multitude of sins" ... the point being, nothing is perfect, and no one has it all put together, and in the midst of chaos and turmoil, to hang on to one another, to help, to assist, to encourage ... because "love" isn't just a pleasant feeling, which it is sometimes, because "pleasant feelings" aren't the point, but rather hiking up one's pants, rolling up one's sleeves, to seek one another's welfare, do what's right for one another, and the larger the circle of life, the more demanding it becomes, to live Micah 7:8
He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
and what does the LORD require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?
Peter makes clear to his readers that suffering is sometimes part of the deal ... and for some of his readers, and for many within the folds of history, the suffering has been immense, horrible and deadly.
For others, it's a suffering of the spirit, an anguish of soul, a conscience bleeding for the sake of others ... a desperate desire to make a difference, to plead the cause of justice, to lift up the voice of hope, to hold in mind and heart an image of life that reflects the image of God's Edenic purpose.
Peter offers what I think is a bit of gallows humor: "If you're gonna suffer, be sure it's for the right reason. Don't complain if you suffer for being a murderer or a thief [and here, it's helpful to understand this as taking life away from others, if not literally, then economically and socially through a sadistic manipulation of the system to feather one's own nest] ... a criminal or even a mischief maker" (I imagine Peter winking as he writes this, and his readers winking at one another). In other words, "don't be a jerk."
The reading ends, not with hope, but with encouragement to keep on keepin' on ... an echo heard throughout the Book of Revelation ... because, for sure, in the long run, the long, long, long, run, things will end well, but in the short run, remember love, accept whatever suffering comes your way for the sake of the gospel, remember that you're in good company on this score, and continue to do good (which sounds very much like Micah).
I laid awake last night, pondering ... with a sometimes clenched gut ... I see the outskirts of hell sometimes, I hear the demons laugh, and I smell the stench of power, power run amok, and power's kin, greed and lust ... and the consequences of God Mammon: the death of the soul of those who have too much, and the death of the mind of those who dare not think about what they do.
And then, this morning, I read Peter ...
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Thursday, November 9, 2017
Con-Fusion
What is exceptional about America?
Is not that we're white, because we're not.
Is not that we're Christian, because we're not.
Want is exceptional is our profound con-fusion.
We're this and we're that.
And have always been so.
But some, who love their whiteness.
And some, who love their christianity.
Couldn't see, refused to see, hated the con-fusion.
The word con-fusion is a good word.
To mingle together, some of this and some of that.
That's what exceptional about America.
Like salt and pepper on some eggs.
Or peanut butter and jelly on toast.
Or a Buddhist who marries a Lutheran.
Now, that's con-fusion ... as it should be.
A world of light and dark.
Cold and warm.
Clouds and sun.
Rain and heat.
Love and hate.
You see, there is season for every thing under heaven.
Because heaven wants con-fusion.
The original garden, a con-fusion of many and all.
And Adam and Eve ate the damn apple.
Because they didn't want con-fusion.
They wanted to own it all.
The took, and they lost.
They closed their eyes and were ashamed.
As any should be, for wanting it all.
So, here we are.
In a nation that exults in a bastardized exceptionalism.
A blinded craziness that refuses to see.
Con-fusion.
The mingling.
Of the many and the all.
Is not that we're white, because we're not.
Is not that we're Christian, because we're not.
Want is exceptional is our profound con-fusion.
We're this and we're that.
And have always been so.
But some, who love their whiteness.
And some, who love their christianity.
Couldn't see, refused to see, hated the con-fusion.
The word con-fusion is a good word.
To mingle together, some of this and some of that.
That's what exceptional about America.
Like salt and pepper on some eggs.
Or peanut butter and jelly on toast.
Or a Buddhist who marries a Lutheran.
Now, that's con-fusion ... as it should be.
A world of light and dark.
Cold and warm.
Clouds and sun.
Rain and heat.
Love and hate.
You see, there is season for every thing under heaven.
Because heaven wants con-fusion.
The original garden, a con-fusion of many and all.
And Adam and Eve ate the damn apple.
Because they didn't want con-fusion.
They wanted to own it all.
The took, and they lost.
They closed their eyes and were ashamed.
As any should be, for wanting it all.
So, here we are.
In a nation that exults in a bastardized exceptionalism.
A blinded craziness that refuses to see.
Con-fusion.
The mingling.
Of the many and the all.
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Monday, November 6, 2017
Be Not Merciful
Merciful God, be not merciful to us.
When we prefer the lie.
Be harsh to us, awaken us.
To hear those who cry.
Save us from cheap words.
That take your name in vain.
While bullets fly and people die
In noise and smoke and pain.
Merciful God, unto the dead and dying.
Be close and kind, with mercy untold.
But unto us who must decide.
Be not merciful, until truth shall unfold.
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Saturday, October 14, 2017
The Eyes of Christ
The eyes of Christ:
May they be mine.
And your's, as well.
For what we see is seen within.
What we see is seen of the heart.
It's the heart that sees, first of all.
And the heart can be soft and kind.
Or maybe not.
And what the heart is, is what the eye will see.
The eyes of Christ:
May they be yours.
And mine, as well.
May they be mine.
And your's, as well.
For what we see is seen within.
What we see is seen of the heart.
It's the heart that sees, first of all.
And the heart can be soft and kind.
Or maybe not.
And what the heart is, is what the eye will see.
The eyes of Christ:
May they be yours.
And mine, as well.
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. ~ π΄ππππππ 9.36
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Thursday, October 5, 2017
Biblical Economics???
Sure, I know ... anyone can read the Bible and find what they want.
Yet, this morning's lectionary (October 5, 2017) caught my attention.
Paul the Apostle defends his work and offers a view of labor and wages that have wide implications for society, at least as I see it.
Paul writes (1 Corinthians 9.4-12):
Do we not have the right to our food and drink? Do we not have the right to be accompanied by a believing wife, as do the other apostlesand the brothers of the Lord and Cephas? Or is it only Barnabas and I who have no right to refrain from working for a living? Who at any time pays the expenses for doing military service? Who plants a vineyard and does not eat any of its fruit? Or who tends a flock and does not get any of its milk?
Do I say this on human authority? Does not the law also say the same? For it is written in the law of Moses, “You shall not muzzle an ox while it is treading out the grain.” Is it for oxen that God is concerned? Or does he not speak entirely for our sake? It was indeed written for our sake, for whoever plows should plow inhope and whoever threshes should thresh in hope of a share in the crop. If we have sown spiritual good among you, is it too muchif we reap your material benefits? If others share this rightful claim on you, do not we still more?
Fair wages?
Adequate benefits?
Safety in the work place?
The right to organize?
Profit sharing?
I do not mean that there should be relief for other sand pressure on you, but it is a question of a fair balance between your present abundance and their need, so that their abundancemay be for your need, in order that there may be a fair balance. As it is written,
“The one who had much did not have too much,
and the one who had little did not have too little.”
Yet, this morning's lectionary (October 5, 2017) caught my attention.
Paul the Apostle defends his work and offers a view of labor and wages that have wide implications for society, at least as I see it.
Paul writes (1 Corinthians 9.4-12):
Do we not have the right to our food and drink? Do we not have the right to be accompanied by a believing wife, as do the other apostlesand the brothers of the Lord and Cephas? Or is it only Barnabas and I who have no right to refrain from working for a living? Who at any time pays the expenses for doing military service? Who plants a vineyard and does not eat any of its fruit? Or who tends a flock and does not get any of its milk?
Do I say this on human authority? Does not the law also say the same? For it is written in the law of Moses, “You shall not muzzle an ox while it is treading out the grain.” Is it for oxen that God is concerned? Or does he not speak entirely for our sake? It was indeed written for our sake, for whoever plows should plow inhope and whoever threshes should thresh in hope of a share in the crop. If we have sown spiritual good among you, is it too muchif we reap your material benefits? If others share this rightful claim on you, do not we still more?
Adequate benefits?
Safety in the work place?
The right to organize?
Profit sharing?
God is concerned about the oxen, as Paul notes, and still more: God cares about the whole range of life, and those who work by the strength of their arm and the sweat of their brow ... which includes those on the shop floor and those who sit in front of a computer - all those who do not own the means of capital, but provide their own capital by labor.
Paul adds in his second letter (chapter 8.13-15) with regard to giving:
“The one who had much did not have too much,
and the one who had little did not have too little.”
There is always going to be owners and workers, those with much, and those with less ... and as I read Paul here, and consider the whole of the Sacred Text, it's the widening of the gap that concerns me, and it's the effort of a nation, a good government, and its people, who work to keep the gap viable for all - lest the spoils of the day go unreasonably to the few.
Some thoughts about Biblical Economics ... and how I read the Sacred Text.
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Sunday, October 1, 2017
If Religion Has to be Sold
No doubt, one can look at State Churches and find a dozen or so reasons to dislike their story.
Yet, one good thing about State Churches, one very good thing: they have to advertise ... they just were (yes, yes, yes; I know all about how they were used by the State, and all other things that our Protestant forebears rejected). But here's the point: they didn't advertise, they didn't try to sell, and is there not a kernel of truth here for us to ponder?
Here in America, sans State Churches, we have churches competing with one another, and if it's bad enough among mainline groups, it's out of hand with evangelicals.
From the get-go, whether it be the original Anabaptist Movement or today's evangelicalisms and megachurches, it's all about salesmanship, promises and outlandish promises, about health and healing, prosperity and personal development, salvation and eternity ... all trying to sell themselves to the public, all boasting that "my church is bigger, better and brighter than your church."
We know, frighteningly so, how self-centered most of us are, so any effort at "selling religion" will have to appeal to self-interest, which means religions has to be skewed away from God to the believer, from the power of obedience to God's love (deliverance from the self) to the poison of fulfilling one's desires.
As for preachers: with their odd evangelical hair styles, it's all about eye-candy ... with preachers strutting across the stage like bantam-weight roosters in heat ... supported by the latest tech and music.
No wonder so many evangelicals have gone for 45 - with his evangelical hair and his trophy-wife on arm, private jets and gold-plated everything. He speaks in soundbites that sound great and mean nothing.
If religion has to be sold, it immediately loses some of its value, and the more it's sold, the more it cheapens itself.
So, whatever might be wrong with the State Churches, they didn't have to sell themselves, and perhaps, in the long run, they're better off, then and now ... as Christendom changes and the church loses its place in history.
God will provide, I have no doubt ... the Spirit of God is irrepressible ... and is always at work.
And as long as the Spirit works, Christians don't have to advertise, and preachers don't have to strut, causing a sharp decline in hairspray sales and eye-liner products.
We just have to be faithful to the Gospel!
Yet, one good thing about State Churches, one very good thing: they have to advertise ... they just were (yes, yes, yes; I know all about how they were used by the State, and all other things that our Protestant forebears rejected). But here's the point: they didn't advertise, they didn't try to sell, and is there not a kernel of truth here for us to ponder?
Here in America, sans State Churches, we have churches competing with one another, and if it's bad enough among mainline groups, it's out of hand with evangelicals.
From the get-go, whether it be the original Anabaptist Movement or today's evangelicalisms and megachurches, it's all about salesmanship, promises and outlandish promises, about health and healing, prosperity and personal development, salvation and eternity ... all trying to sell themselves to the public, all boasting that "my church is bigger, better and brighter than your church."
We know, frighteningly so, how self-centered most of us are, so any effort at "selling religion" will have to appeal to self-interest, which means religions has to be skewed away from God to the believer, from the power of obedience to God's love (deliverance from the self) to the poison of fulfilling one's desires.
As for preachers: with their odd evangelical hair styles, it's all about eye-candy ... with preachers strutting across the stage like bantam-weight roosters in heat ... supported by the latest tech and music.
No wonder so many evangelicals have gone for 45 - with his evangelical hair and his trophy-wife on arm, private jets and gold-plated everything. He speaks in soundbites that sound great and mean nothing.
If religion has to be sold, it immediately loses some of its value, and the more it's sold, the more it cheapens itself.
So, whatever might be wrong with the State Churches, they didn't have to sell themselves, and perhaps, in the long run, they're better off, then and now ... as Christendom changes and the church loses its place in history.
God will provide, I have no doubt ... the Spirit of God is irrepressible ... and is always at work.
And as long as the Spirit works, Christians don't have to advertise, and preachers don't have to strut, causing a sharp decline in hairspray sales and eye-liner products.
We just have to be faithful to the Gospel!
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Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Prayer for My Soul
Prayer for my soul.
Oh, my soul, be mindful of what is good.
Smart about what isn't.
Vigilante for opportunities to do good.
And prepared to stand against what isn't.
To cry out from the mountain top: God is still God.
And to know that such a God has been killed by us.
How many times?
Hard to say.
Oh, my soul, don't kill God with hopelessness.
Let God live by keeping watch in the Garden.
By not falling asleep.
Oh, my soul, be mindful.
Walk with God to the place of trial.
Don't deny knowing God.
Walk the streets with God.
To the place called Skull.
In God's agony, a terrible reminder.
Of worldly powers to kill.
Oh, my soul, be alert.
Oh, my soul, be ready.
Don't forget to sing.
And don't forget to love the flowers.
Oh, my soul.
Oh, my soul, be mindful of what is good.
Smart about what isn't.
Vigilante for opportunities to do good.
And prepared to stand against what isn't.
To cry out from the mountain top: God is still God.
And to know that such a God has been killed by us.
How many times?
Hard to say.
Oh, my soul, don't kill God with hopelessness.
Let God live by keeping watch in the Garden.
By not falling asleep.
Oh, my soul, be mindful.
Walk with God to the place of trial.
Don't deny knowing God.
Walk the streets with God.
To the place called Skull.
In God's agony, a terrible reminder.
Of worldly powers to kill.
Oh, my soul, be alert.
Oh, my soul, be ready.
Don't forget to sing.
And don't forget to love the flowers.
Oh, my soul.
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Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Life Is a Mystery
Life is a mystery.
That’s what it is.
Crazy, wild, mean.
Stomach-tumbling.
Churning.
Burning.
Does anyone really know what it is?
I don’t think so.
That’s why we have religion.
It tries to tame the wild beast.
Give it some meaning.
Point the way and say it’s ok.
Is that what Jesus did?
And so they killed him.
His meaning wasn’t their meaning.
They meant money and power.
Temples and tables.
Full of money and meanness.
Dead lambs and throat-slit bulls.
All for a price, of course.
That’s what they meant.
To tame the beast.
The wild mystery.
We call life.
They thought in terms of conquest.
Who’s in and who’s ought.
Who’s naughty and who’s nice.
Jesus tried to tame the beast.
With tiny words of kindness.
A welcome to little children.
And the lady at the well.
And Mary who wanted to be a disciple.
And sit at the feet of the Master.
There’ll be none of that, they said.
That’s not how the beast is tamed.
Our way or the highway.
Make your choice.
The crown of gold.
Or the cross of misery
So they tamed him.
And we’ve been scratching our heads ever since.
Their way, or his.
Their way is money and power and glory and war.
His way, hmmm … different.
Frightening is his way.
Terrible and true.
Unsure and not so safe.
How do we tame the beast?
Ride the mystery?
Talk to the storm?
We call life?
The crown of gold.
Or the cross of misery.
Today you’ll be with me in paradise.
Balderdash.
Or is it?
Can there be something here?
To tame the beast?
Ride the mystery?
Go to the source and drink?
Cool water …
On a hot day?
No Price Too Great
The tragedy of Harvey reminds all of us what it means to be a nation, a "more perfect union" of those who take care of one another in the moment of need.
I'm crushed as I see the photos pouring in from Texas ... the loss of homes, the loss of everything ... a monumental cleanup that will take months, and years.
Life, for many, with the loss of loved ones, will never be the same.
In moments such as this, I'm glad to be an American, because America is yet a nation with heart, with kindness and soul and tenderness.
These are values that must never be lost.
It's incumbent on all of us to preserve these virtues, to strive with all our might to keep the good, to give ear to our better angels, to pay attention to our best instincts.
Certainly, goodness and mercy are expensive, but there is no alternative.
We Americans pay our taxes with gratitude, we foot the bill and pay the price, to be a nation of goodness and mercy and hope, for all who are here.
We do these things for the betterment of life for all. I can't think of any other reason to be a nation that claims exceptionalism as its descriptor.
So, let us be exceptional:
In love and kindness, generosity and humility, in mercy and assistance, in sacrifice and tenderness.
This is our stellar legacy; let it also be our bright future.
And get out our checkbooks ... our sisters and brothers in Texas need our help, and that of our government, our collective good will to seek one another's welfare.
For these ends, for this purpose, this is no price too great.
I'm crushed as I see the photos pouring in from Texas ... the loss of homes, the loss of everything ... a monumental cleanup that will take months, and years.
Life, for many, with the loss of loved ones, will never be the same.
In moments such as this, I'm glad to be an American, because America is yet a nation with heart, with kindness and soul and tenderness.
These are values that must never be lost.
It's incumbent on all of us to preserve these virtues, to strive with all our might to keep the good, to give ear to our better angels, to pay attention to our best instincts.
Certainly, goodness and mercy are expensive, but there is no alternative.
We Americans pay our taxes with gratitude, we foot the bill and pay the price, to be a nation of goodness and mercy and hope, for all who are here.
We do these things for the betterment of life for all. I can't think of any other reason to be a nation that claims exceptionalism as its descriptor.
So, let us be exceptional:
In love and kindness, generosity and humility, in mercy and assistance, in sacrifice and tenderness.
This is our stellar legacy; let it also be our bright future.
And get out our checkbooks ... our sisters and brothers in Texas need our help, and that of our government, our collective good will to seek one another's welfare.
For these ends, for this purpose, this is no price too great.
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Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Praying for the Dead
As an act of love, I started praying for the dead a good many years ago.
The idea was basic: I prayed for them in life, so why not continue to pray for them after their death?
It's a simple prayer - I say their name, and then say, "Jesus my LORD."
I'm more conscious of this these days, as a number of the The Dead now are included in my daily prayer journal ... their names added before their death ... and upon their death, I add a Celtic Cross or a Star of David by their name.
Do the dead need our prayers?
I don't think so.
But might they want them?
I believe so.
And I believe that God, in some kind of a gracious way, passes on these prayers to those we loved in life, and those we continue to love even after their death.
As to their status?
They are before God, bathed in glory and cleansed with God's light ... in other words, they are at peace, at rest, content and hopeful, as none can be in this anxious existence. Their hope is pure, and completely centered in God's goodness, a virtue we can only dimly see and partially experience.
And for what do they hope?
Well, as the spiritual puts it, "that great gettin' up morning" when all is made new! As for this, they no longer see through a mirror dimly, so their hope is pure and without anxiety.
And I believe that as the Spirit of God communicates our prayers to them, there is added to their joy our joy in loving them, and so their own joy continues to grow, because eternity is dynamic and ever-expanding, much like the universe, world without end.
So, if you've ever wondered about praying for someone dead, let your heart lead ... as in life, so now in their death, pass on your love, and let God filter it as only God can do, to pass on to your loved ones the kindness and life of your heart.
The idea was basic: I prayed for them in life, so why not continue to pray for them after their death?
It's a simple prayer - I say their name, and then say, "Jesus my LORD."
I'm more conscious of this these days, as a number of the The Dead now are included in my daily prayer journal ... their names added before their death ... and upon their death, I add a Celtic Cross or a Star of David by their name.
Do the dead need our prayers?
I don't think so.
But might they want them?
I believe so.
And I believe that God, in some kind of a gracious way, passes on these prayers to those we loved in life, and those we continue to love even after their death.
As to their status?
They are before God, bathed in glory and cleansed with God's light ... in other words, they are at peace, at rest, content and hopeful, as none can be in this anxious existence. Their hope is pure, and completely centered in God's goodness, a virtue we can only dimly see and partially experience.
And for what do they hope?
Well, as the spiritual puts it, "that great gettin' up morning" when all is made new! As for this, they no longer see through a mirror dimly, so their hope is pure and without anxiety.
And I believe that as the Spirit of God communicates our prayers to them, there is added to their joy our joy in loving them, and so their own joy continues to grow, because eternity is dynamic and ever-expanding, much like the universe, world without end.
So, if you've ever wondered about praying for someone dead, let your heart lead ... as in life, so now in their death, pass on your love, and let God filter it as only God can do, to pass on to your loved ones the kindness and life of your heart.
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Thursday, August 10, 2017
Revelation Lecture
Revelation Lecture
Women’s Bible Study, 2010 - 2011
I am grateful for the opportunity to spend time with you in God’s Anthology. It is the joy of my ministry to open the pages of this amazing text with God’s people and together, discover anew the story of the Triune God in the midst of our story.
The Bible is one primary means by which God reaches the heart and mind of the world with the hopeful message of Jesus Christ. When we fill ourselves with the images and stories of the Bible, we give voice to the Holy Spirit in our spiritual formation. These stories and images are the language of the Holy Spirit, and through them, the church finds its purpose: to love God and neighbor!
Keep up your studies.
Stay in the text above. And remember, don’t read to understand, read to get better acquainted. God will open your mind and heart at the right time. Read with energy: use a pen, a notebook, write in the margins. Grow into the text, and the text will grow into you, too. Glory be to God!
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What Revelation Is Not
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Written at the earliest toward the end of the first century, a time of uncertainty and growing persecution, Revelation is a book for anyone living in hard times.
Who is John? We don’t know. He’s not the disciple found in the gospels. But we share his faith in the love and victory of God!
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How to Read Revelation
Rev. 12:7 & Daniel 10:13 & 21; 12:1
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It’s also helpful (sort of) to note that these things occur in heaven – John is witness to a “movie”: “Come up here, John, to see what must take place (4:1) and John sees these things “in the spirit” (small “s”, i.e. a vision within in his own spirit; or capital “S” – in the power of the Holy Spirit. Either way, John “sees” the final plan that leads to glorious victory.
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The Theology of Revelation
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With the initial message of assurance made clear, God now begins to look at seven churches which embody the frailties and faults, and the glories and joys, of most any church anywhere at any time:
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Points Worth Noting
Full of God's radiance 21:11
Everyone Has to Decide
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Everyone Has to Decide … in light of their reading of the preceding 65 books what seems best, instructed by reliable teachers and grounded in the central traditions of the Christian faith. Remember: all theology is biography – our life, our values, our sense of right and wrong, how we grew up, life experiences, and a thousand other little things all add up to who we are and how see our world, how we read the Bible and interpret it, what the foundational words will mean to us – words like grace and peace, salvation and eternity, judgment and hell, forgiveness and mercy.
The Bible is a chorus of voices: The Bible is hundreds upon hundreds of voices all calling at once out of the past and clamoring for our attention likes barkers at a fair, like air-raid sirens, like a whole barnyard of cockcrows as the first long shafts of dawn fan out across the sky. Some of the voices are shouting, like Moses’ voice, so all Israel, all the world, can hear, and some are so soft and halting that you can hardly hear them at all, like Job with ashes on his head and his heart broken, like old Simeon whispering, “LORD, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace.” The prophets shrill out in their frustration, their rage, their holy hope and madness; and the priests drone on and on about the dimensions and furniture of the Temple; and the lawgivers spell out what to eat and what not to eat; and the historians list the kings, the battles, the tragic lessons of Israel’s history. And somewhere in the midst of them all one particular voice speaks out that is unlike any other voice because it speaks so directly to the deepest privacy and longing and weariness of each of us that there are times when the centuries are blown away like mist, and it is as if we stand with no shelter of time at all between ourselves and the one who speaks our secret name. “Come,” the voice says, “Unto me. All ye.” Every last one [Frederick Buechner, A Room Called Remember, p.37].
Good and faithful theologians who have devoted their lives to the study of God’s Word and doing their best to give expression to it have gone with all three views.
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The gift of the Book of Revelation is its faith in the final victory of God in the face of odds insurmountable for us. In the end, God! On that day, when all is made new, our suffering and our prayers will be vindicated, and the truth made known to all the world.
We needn't fear the day of judgment ... it's best understood as the day of vindication, when all wrongs are righted, sorrow banished, and sin is no more.
A time of no tears: because we will see God and everything will make perfect sense – we will be at peace with our life (as Jesus was with His scars).
It is a day to which every Christian can look forward to, a day for which our hearts yearn ... as the book itself ends, "Come, Lord Jesus! The grace of the Lord Jesus be with all the saints. Amen."
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