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I like Subway sandwiches.  I really can lose some pounds if I eat there even for a week. The bread is always fresh as are the ingredients. However, I must also add that I have never gotten a Subway sandwich that looks like one in their television ads.  What I get is never as full or luscious looking as what appears on my TV screen.  It makes me wonder if any of the people that produce the ads have ever eaten at a Subway.

Since by calling myself a Christian, meaning Christ-like, therefore makes me a walking, talking advertisement, I wonder if I ever live up to the standard proclaimed.  Please note my use of “ever.”  I used it because I know that most of the time I am not as uncritical and caring as was Jesus.  I used the word “ever” wondering if I “ever” live up to the standard.  If my behavior was rated on a percentage of time would I score ten percent of the time?  That would be a good tithe of my living.  That would make me very unworthy of salvation, which brings me to my point.  Even if I rated 99 per cent of my time being Christ-like, an impossibility I must add, I would still be unworthy.

Worthy we are not.  This is why Paul says in Romans 6:23 that eternal life is a gift of God.  All we are worthy of is ultimately becoming a footnote in history, if that much.  Fortunately in Revelation 5, “Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!”

So enjoy a Subway sandwich.  Just don’t expect perfection.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 20, 2015

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It was a perfect Sunday afternoon to sit on the patio in the shade with a cold drink and a good book.  I could pause from my reading and enjoy the tufted titmice, the blue jays, the cardinals, the wrens, the orioles, the gold finches, the woodpeckers, the catbirds and the grosbeaks that were fluttering all around me.  But that was the problem.  They were fluttering and screaming at me to go away.  For them I was the problem.  How dare I invade their restaurant?  I was intruding into their Eden.  “Go away,” they were yelling. “Only come back long enough to bring more food. Then quickly go away again.”

How like us and God.  We like to have Him around when our supplies are low.  But once we are well stocked He is a nuisance.  “Give us this day our daily bread and then get lost.” Often the only times people think about God is when troubles come and then often it is to blame Him.  Generally speaking we are a selfish lot, when all God wants is for us to recognize the source of the good things He has given to us.  In a way this makes God sound like a gratitude hog; however, there is no self in God.  He doesn’t want our praise and gratitude for His sake.  He knows that we need to keep in mind the origin of the good things in our lives lest we look to an empty and often dangerous source.

The first commandment, “Thou shall have no other Gods before me” isn’t about God.  It is about us. To keep us from drinking from poisonous wells and eating from contaminated garbage pits.  Everything He does is for us.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 21, 2014

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Until 1916 all British military officers were required by threat of court martial to wear a mustache. Obviously all their officers were men.  I went to a “Christian?” high school.  One year the faculty voted to send home two young men.  One of them had hair that was too long and one’s hair was too short.  Really!  They would make up rules for things they did not like.  Not enough thought was given to what was really important; things like treating others as you would want to be treated.  We call this majoring in minors and minoring in majors.

What does it really mean to be a Christian/Christ-like?  Jesus said, “Herein shall men know you are my disciples if you love one another.” John 13:35.  Jesus never nit-picked.  To the woman caught in adultery He said, “I don’t condemn you.  Just don’t do it anymore.” To the paralyzed man lowered on a bed through the roof He said, “Your sins are forgiven.”  When face to face with an untouchable leper, He touched him.  When surrounded by a batch of yelling pushing children, He said, “Come here.”  For the men who nailed Him to the cross He said, “Father, forgive them.  They don’t understand.”

If we would only read and reread these stories we would know how to behave and what was important.  So often the things we condemn are merely a matter of our personal taste and have little to do with real Christianity.  If we could only stop finger pointing and gossiping and do more loving we could stop spending money on evangelism.  The evangelism would happen as a fruit of our lives.  People need to be loved and they will come to places they are loved.  That’s majoring in majors.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 18, 2014

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The only card games we were allowed to play when I was small were Authors and Old Maid.  To even have a conventional deck of cards in the house was opening the door to perdition.  So you can imagine the moral issues that arose when we got our first computer and there was Solitaire.  In the secret of the night after our sons had gone to bed I caved into temptation.  What I discovered was its hypnotic mind numbing way of making time pass.  When one is on the telephone listening to someone go on and on about their whatevers and you only have to say “uh hu” (Help me.  How do you spell that?  I’m sure you know what I mean.) you can listen and play Solitaire.

At this point I should speak of the tragedy of wasting time.  Time is precious.  That was another thing about my childhood.  I heard that God was going to hold us accountable for every minute of our lives and therefore we better not waste a moment.  Really?   That idea turned people into workaholics with no time to savor anything.  It made some people neurotic and others just gave up and decided to go to hell for doing nothing.

Today I sat and did nothing other than watch a rose breasted grosbeak at our bird feeder with a wood thrush in the woods a few feet away serenading me.  There were chipmunks on the ground under the bird feeder and a cat bird bathing in the bird bath.  I didn’t read.  I didn’t memorize Scripture.  I didn’t sing songs.  I just sat and watched.  It was great.

I am so thankful God gave me a mind to use to do nothing.  It was grand!

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 17, 2014

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If we were collecting fabulous, over-the-top verses from Scripture, Hebrews 8:12 has to be right near the top.  “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”  It doesn’t get much better than that.  We should be as kind to each other as God is kind to us. We are actually pretty good at remembering other’s sins.  Once on a church committee when someone’s transgression was mentioned I asked when this occurred.  The answer should have shamed us all.  It was over 25 years ago. How dare we as Christians forget to treat others as we would be treated.  How dare we as Christians claiming to be like Jesus still remember.  If sins are ranked in vileness, I am sure the committee’s sin was much more potent and lethal than the 25-year-old remembered sin.

So why do we do this?  I am now going to judge and I am not supposed to do that.  But here goes.  On a committee it is often about preventing someone’s professional advancement.  After all, maybe they might get a position we want.

Well, enough of that.  Let’s get positive. Let’s rejoice in the message of Hebrews 8:12.  Our God, who is holy and pure; our God who knows all, chooses to forget because He loves us and knows our potential.  He knows how wonderful we will be if only given the chance. He knows once we are given eternal life we will grow more and more like Jesus and that makes God so happy.  When you love someone you want to be with those you love.  God loves us and wants us to be with Him.  We are grace personified.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 16, 2014

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We all have heard the old story about a man loaning his car to a friend only for his friend having to replace lights, brakes, seats, steering wheel and eventually the engine.  After changing all the parts on the car, does the original car exist and does the repaired car belong to the original owner?   This is a variation of a tale almost as old as history. It was as far as we can tell first supposedly proposed by the mythical king Theseus, supposed founder of Athens.  He spoke of a ship instead of a car.

I mention this because of I Corinthians 15 where Paul speaks of resurrection morning when this corruption puts on incorruption. We are given new bodies that will never age.  “Death is swallowed up in victory.”  Obviously we are not the sum of our parts if we are still us after all the parts are changed.  The atoms in you and me have likely been in some other person in times past.

Some of you might be thinking about now, “Why this nonsense?”  I believe it relates to the question posed by the Psalmist in Psalm 8, “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?”

In I Corinthians 15 Paul tells us our resurrection body will be as different as an acorn is from a fully grown oak tree.  And yet we will still be us. Our identities, our minds are treasured by our Heavenly Father because we are His daughters and sons.  The question isn’t who are we.  It’s what are we?

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 15, 2014

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I recently heard someone say, “Space is nothing.”  If that is so then nothing is something because space is God’s Studio.  From the center of it all He conceives, plans and executes magnificent artwork.  If you have a friend with a telescope, ask her to show you the Andromeda Galaxy.  It is our twin galaxy with which we will merge 5 billion years from now to make one even more gigantic.  Space is a place.

Empty places are opportunities.  Ask an interior designer about empty rooms.  Ask an artist standing before a blank canvas.  Ask a writer with a blank piece of paper.  Opportunities abound where there is space.  Nothing is something.

Then there is silence. Silence is profundity.  I am often disappointed in church when after a magnificent performance some people break out in applause.  The applause cheapens the performance.  It defiles the profundity.   When the mind is struck with awe, the mouth drops open but does not speak.  When one of my friends achieves something great all I want to do is stand by and admire with both of us soaking up his experience.  There is an interesting verse in Revelation that says, “Heaven was silent.”  Some have said it was silent because it was empty.  I believe it is full and silent because of the aweness of some amazing event.   When Jesus died upon the cross heaven was silent. The Creator had been slain by His creations.  How could it have come to this?

I would that God could empty me of biases, prejudices, preconceived ideas, habits and selfishness and use the opportunity to fill the space with the character of Jesus. Someday.  Someday “this mortal shall put on immortality and this corruption incorruption.”  I Corinthians 15.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 14, 2014

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Having gone for a walk in the forest this afternoon we all had to detick when we got home. It’s very difficult to walk in the forest without harvesting a crop that is ready to eat you.  The coyotes and bears move away from you but the ticks just love a warm meal.  You are that meal.  It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just the bite but some of them, the really tiny ones, can leave you with a variety of nasty diseases.

This is like spending a day in the workplace.  It’s tough doing so without picking up some pretty nasty sins. Jesus is the only person I know of that could mingle with such as us and not come away contaminated.  Yet even He felt the need for prayerful reinforcement and thus would spend nights in prayer.  I wish I understood what that meant.  So often we think of prayer as talking to God but I don’t know how to do that without being repetitious.  Just listen to the prayers in church.  Each week they are basically the same.  The clichés and metaphors are the same no matter who is praying.   They are just rearranged and put in a different order.  Often times when someone prays for a long time they are usually saying the same thing over and over just using different words.   So I am intrigued when I read Luke 6:12, “One of those days Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray, and spent the night praying to God.”

One thing He did not have to do is “detick.”  But He did need those hours in prayer so He did not need to “detick.”  Meaningful prayer is a fascinating topic most of us need to spend more time pondering

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 9, 2015

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Perhaps in an attempt to make the world a better place, if only in our fantasies, we have filled our culture with a host of fictional super heroes.  Summer movies, comic books, novels, television series entertain us with good guys, often existentially conflicted, fighting evil. It is not just little boys who long for super powers to right wrong. As fictional as it all is there was a super hero who walked among us.  He could have jumped off a tall building, He chose not to.  He never punched anyone though He was struck over and over.  His only episodes of rage occurred when He saw political and religious powers abusing the poor and even then He never struck anyone.  He used extraordinary power to restore sight to the blind, hearing to the deaf and life to the dead.  He maintained remarkable self-composure by not calling angels to come to His rescue. He did psychological battle with His arch foe.  He allowed that foe the privilege of literally grinding Him into dirt in a battle over His and our futures.

If Charles Dickens had written of the cross surely he would have used his famous passage from “The Tale of Two Cities” for Jesus instead of Sydney Carton. “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”   And where is Jesus now?  According to Hebrews 1, He is sitting on the throne of glory.  And what is He doing?  He is trying His best to woo us into His love.  Jesus is the ultimate super hero.  There is none even closely like Him.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 13, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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This afternoon I stood in front of a glass box containing a manikin fortune teller.  For a dollar I could put my hand on the glass and the seer would read my palm by comparing my life line, etc. to a preprogrammed template.  Obviously I kept my dollar safely tucked in my wallet.  I need it for the children’s offering in church this coming weekend.  Anyway, I already know my future.  I a going to live a long, long, long time.  Actually I am going to live forever.  I am going to be extremely wealthy.  Jesus promises in John 14 that He has a place prepared for me. I am going on a long journey to the center of the universe.  I am going to be extremely healthy with a new body.  See I Corinthians 15.   My future is already planned out so I don’t need the swami in the glass box nor any other pretender.

If you would like I can read your future.  If you make Jesus the Lord of your life you will have already crossed over from death to life.  See John 5.  “Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life.”   And if you have not made Jesus the Lord of your life I am sorry to say I also know your future and it isn’t very bright.

If you would also like to join me in being a fortune teller feel free to do so.  It is not a private club.  It is just a matter of reading and accepting the promises from a loving Father who always keeps His promises.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 10, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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