No Longer a Stranger

I have been going to the same credit union for over twenty years and I am still treated like a stranger each time I go in.  Perhaps it is because there is never the same teller.  They must pay horrible wages because their turnover is incredible. I would change to a bank if I thought it would be any different.  We live in a rapid pace world where relationships, if there is one, are fleeting. It is rarely worth one’s time to become friends with someone because next month they will be moving away.  Even our children eventually grow up and move away.

Johnny Cash sang a song titled Hurt.  Some of the lyrics are “My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end.”  My dad spent his last years alone with his old boxer dog.  How precious are the days when we are with loved ones.  We must cherish them and make sure we don’t argue (no one can fight like a family) when we are with them.  Sure I know that sometimes Aunt Mary can be a crank or Cousin Sal can be a jerk, but just because they are that way doesn’t mean we have to be as they are.

Heaven isn’t about streets of gold.  (Gold is cold.)  It is all about family.  It is being with grandma and grandpa and having them in their prime.  Heaven is about not being a stranger anymore.  In John Jesus calls us His friends.  It is one of the warmest things He could have ever said to us.  It is about changing the lyrics to Hurt.  “My sweetest friend, everyone I know stays forever.” I like that.  A lot.

Written by Roger Bothwell on May 2, 2014

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Boston Strong – Help Wanted

As I drove past a pizza place this afternoon I saw a sign that said, “Boston Strong.”  There is a lot of that around here since the marathon bombing. What was interesting was underneath was another sign that said, “Help Wanted.”  So, much for being strong.

But wait.  If I look past the irony of the sign there is much truth here.  Really strong people who know they are strong are not threatened nor are they hesitant to ask for help.  Strong people aren’t afraid to say, “I don’t know” as opposed to some people who stutter around trying to come up with something so they don’t look stupid or uniformed.  The best answer is, “I’ll see if I can find out for you.”  Strong people can stand back and let others shine without having to interrupt to tell “their” story.  There will be another day to tell “their” story.

Jesus had much to say about this. His parable in Luke 14 is just one example. “When someone invites you to a wedding feast, do not take the place of honor . . .  take the lowest place, so that when your host comes, he will say to you, ‘Friend, move up to a better place.’ Then you will be honored in the presence of all the other guests.”

If we are called to be of service to others, and we are, than one of our responsibilities is to make others look good and shine.  I am preaching here to myself because I have a bad tendency to want to jump in with one of my stories.  But if we gently bite our tongues we will do so much better.  We can be strong.  Jesus Strong.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 29, 2013

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Wealth Beyond Reason

True value and real riches are not what appear on a balance sheet.  I don’t want to devalue the luxury of having one’s bills paid.  But we can only wear one pair of shoes at a time and one shirt and one pair of pants.  (Well, I guess you can wear more at one time but why?)  Real wealth is all about people. Having friends who call you when you are not feeling well, having people who need us, having family surround the dining table on special occasions is what life is about.  After eating someone often says, “Let’s go to a more comfortable place to sit.”  But, that cannot be.  There is no more comfortable place than that table where you can interact face to face.  To get up breaks the spell.

In the Old Testament God is a fearsome warrior who fought for His people.  In the New Testament Jesus tells to us we should pray to Our Father.  Jesus talks about being our friend.  Paul speaks of us becoming sons and daughters of God.  As the centuries rolled on God continued to reveal Himself to us and each picture was clearer than before.  The clearer the picture the more exciting.

I can understand why it is difficult for some people to believe in God.  The universe is so vastly endlessly filled with literally zillions of suns.  The very idea of a God who controls all of that and who at the same time wants to be our personal friend is truly outrageous and preposterous.  It seems as if we would believe that we could be accused of being the ultimate egoists. Go ahead call us names.  That’s okay.  Because with a friend like Jesus we are really really rich.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 26, 2013

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Closer

I used to sit in church in Africa and wonder how many people could sit on a pew.  I finally decided the answer was “One more.”  It filled me with awe.  I would be sure a pew was full and then someone else would come and somehow he fit.   The need for personal space seems to be cultural.  I’m sure it has something to do with an entire family living in one or two rooms as opposed to most of us growing up with our own room.

Have you ever had someone keep invading your personal space when talking to you?  They press in and we keep backing up, but to no avail.  They just keep coming.  And it is doubly bad if they had garlic for dinner.  Now I say this in contrast to my wanting to be really close to the people I love.  The closer the better.

Most cars today have bucket seats, which are nice, but the best time was when the front seat was a bench. It was always so wonderful when your sweetheart slid over into the middle instead of hugging the door.  Love overrules our normal personal space need.

It reminds me of a hymn I grew up singing.  “I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice, and it told Thy love to me; but I long to rise in the arms of faith and be closer drawn to Thee.”  We are told that John pressed in close to Jesus at the last supper.  Some might say it was because he was politically ambitious but I think it was so much more than that.  John was a teenager and Jesus was his idol, his role model, his messiah and John couldn’t get close enough.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 24, 2013

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Please Have A Good Day

This afternoon I was sitting outside in the sun watching Spring happen.  Right before my eyes the buds on the trees were opening.  It was so perfect I was reminded of Micah 4:4, “Everyone will sit under their own vine and under their own fig tree, and no one will make them afraid, for the LORD Almighty has spoken.”  I am beginning to grasp the wonder of this idea of sitting under one’s fig tree. (Mine are mostly birches and maples.)   Micah had a utopian dream of a time of peace and prosperity when all would be well for everyone.  Thousands of years have passed and it still hasn’t happened.  We still live in a world filled with wars, revolutions, famines, earthquakes and societal problems.

It seems there is plenty of bad news to make us all miserable.  But, we do not need to be constantly concentrating on the dismal.  I am not advocating putting our head in the sand and pretending all is well.  However, we have been given the option of choice.  We can choose with what we want to fill our waking thoughts.  We can have a really good day or a really bad day depending on our own choices of thought.  If we fill our minds with good memories and good wishes for others, life takes on a glow.  I know I sound like Pollyanna but none-the-less this is true.

So, find your own personal fig tree; it can be anything or anyone who makes you happy and love it.  Jesus often said the Kingdom of God begins now.  We don’t have to wait for some future heaven.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 25, 2013

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Pictures at a Chinese Restaurant

This afternoon I walked past a Chinese restaurant that had pictures in the window displaying their various meals.  The pictures were old and faded into a monotone brown.  The food looked, I was going to say unappetizing but that isn’t harsh enough.  The food looked wretched.  Everything looked spoiled and rotten.  If you were hungry before you looked you certainly were not after you had looked.

How like some churches.  The music drags and hasn’t been majestic in decades or has been replaced with campfire songs.  The saints look as if they are ready to leave earth.  The message seems more appropriate for 1945 instead of 2014.   When we sing “Tell me the old, old story” that doesn’t mean we want the same details and the same adverbs and adjectives.  Old stories are wonderful when presented with a new set of imaginative modifiers.

In John 21 Jesus told Peter to feed His lambs.  The lambs need fresh food.  Fresh doesn’t mean new theology.  The old theology is pretty good stuff.  Fresh means challenge my mind with an idea that is practical and applicable to now.  Lift my soul out of my lethargic brain numbing routine of life and make me long for the courts above.  Open my mind to the power of the Holy Spirit that will not make me speak gibberish but instead fill me with deeper understanding of God’s ideas.  This can only happen when we are willing to recognize and acknowledge that we don’t have all truth and there are mountains of intellect and spirituality to climb.

Tell me the old, old story that I might see Jesus not only reaching out to touch lepers but reaching out to touch me.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 28, 2014

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My House Needs Nails

In his famous poem Mending Wall Robert Frost said, “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, that wants it down.”  I am periodically reminded of his thought as I take hammer in hand and make a tour of my house tapping in nails that seem determined to be free.   Or maybe it’s the house that doesn’t want the nails thinking of them as unnecessary irritants.  As the seasons pass with really cold January nights combined with steaming August afternoons this old house sweats and shivers, contracting and retracting, those ever so secure nails little by little work their way out.   But I and my trusty hammer are up to the task.

My contortion of Frost reads, “There’s something that doesn’t love a house, that wants it down.”  My wife’s parents spent their final days in central Wisconsin.  Their farm was surrounded by abandoned farms with falling down houses.  A house without a human doesn’t stand a chance.

Rules are like walls.  There is something about us that rebels at the idea of a rule telling us we can’t do something. But those rules are walls to protect us from what’s on the other side. Each of God’s rules has a very specific aim to protect us from the natural consequences of certain behaviors.  How often when we were young did we say, “I don’t see any reason for that.”  Just because we weren’t smart enough to see the reason did not make it safe to do.  In his wisdom Frost wrote, “Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.”   How sad it is that we often learn the reason after it is too late.   Just like my house needs nails so my character needs rules.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 22, 2014

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One Last Dance

It’s been a windy day – perfect for sitting by the window and pretending to read – perfect for neglecting my book – perfect for watching one of last year’s leaves trip about the yard.  The winter snows seem not to have damaged it.  It must have been tucked among the branches of a pine while over-layers of white protected it from blizzards and storms. Now April winds have freed it for one last hurrah.  It is aged with tattered edges but is still so lovely as it dances across the grass.  It leaps high into the air only to drift with grace tumbling to earth. Its pirouettes are magnificent. Twirling and bowing it thanks the pines for their appreciative applause.  It is no longer a pretty leaf.  Pretty has been replaced with beauty.  Its loveliness is grace and style.

Everyone deserves one last dance. How easy it is to look at someone as if their day is over, their prime was yesterday.  We think the world has passed them by because they have logged many miles.  Behind those fading eyes is a lifetime of understanding.  This week while changing classes I encountered a small gentleman with a cane.  He was barely five feet tall.  As we chatted I discovered he was a physics professor.  He was 86 years old.  I didn’t ask him when he was going to retire.  I knew better as I saw the spark in his eyes when a coed sauntered by.  He was having his last dance.

I love being a Christian.  Jesus promises us a dance card that can never be full so put on your shoes.

Paraphrasing Robert Frost – One could do worse than being an old dancing leaf.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 25, 2014

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Much Better Service

I stopped at Walgreen’s this afternoon and was unsuccessful in finding what I needed.  A smiling helpful clerk (oops, sorry.  Sales Associate) told me if I came back next week she would have it in stock.  I felt like I was in the dark ages.  I nicely told her I thought I would do better by ordering it myself on the Internet.   I am happy to report it is scheduled for delivery at my door tomorrow.  We no longer need an intermediary.  We can do it ourselves.  We can go straight to the source and get much, much better service.

The writer of Hebrews 3 – 5 assures us we have a High Priest in heaven who was one of us.  He is the same person who told us when we pray go into our closets and say, “Our Father.”  The way through Heaven’s door is not closed to us ordinary mortals.  No longer do we need a priestly intermediary.  We are children of the Father and have direct access.  When the priests heard Jesus say these things they had to kill Him.  He had just declared them functionless.  When you threaten a man’s wallet you threaten his heart.   Jesus made everyone their own priest.  With direct access comes great service.  We don’t have to wait until next week.  We don’t even have to wait 24 hours.  Delivery is instant.  Grace and forgiveness, strength and renewed purpose arrive faster than Fedex or Amazon’s planned drone deliveries.

It is great to live in the age of the Internet that makes Walgreen’s unnecessary even if they are nice.  It is marvelous to live in the age of Jesus.  He makes a priestly system unnecessary.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 24, 2014

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Peter’s Wife

According to I Corinthians 9:5 Peter’s wife traveled with him on his missionary travels.  It raises lots of questions such as where was she when Herod put Peter in prison as mentioned in Acts 12.  Was she by chance at the home of John Mark’s mother Mary when the angel led Peter out of the prison and Peter went to Mary’s house?  The more we read these stories the more details we wish we had.  According to Eusebius, the Christian Roman historian, after Nero had arrested Peter and his wife, Nero had Peter’s wife crucified with Peter watching.  Eusebius supposedly got this from the church father Titus Flavius Clement.

There is a hymn with the words, “Feed me til I want no more.”   Is that possible?  I am a glutton to know more.  It is true there are moments when my brain seems full and I need a respite of inflow but just like physical food tomorrow I am ready for more.  The wonder of the human brain is its infinite capacity.  There is never a time when in order to remember something new we have to forget something old to make room for the new.  We can just keep on adding.  I do notice that retrieval seems to take longer.  Is that because the internal search engine has more to sort through to get the right data or is it merely the result of plaque buildup in the arteries?

Curiosity is one of our gifts.  We want to know or is it we have to know?  Either way Jesus has promised us an eternity of scholarship.  If you hated school don’t panic.  This will be the best school with the best teachers you could ever imagine. You will love school.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 14, 2014

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