Doing nothing is tiring business. It will be nice to get back to working and hiking, and eating because I’m hungry, not because there’s nothing else to do.It was my lot to pilot the Silver Bullet across lovely Nevada, from Scipio, Utah, to Lee Vining, California. (I think they figured that my following distance tended to be better in Nevada: there’s no one to follow.)
I learned several things on this trip, first and foremost being that I’m much more of a Californian than I had previously thought. No chiggers, no cicadas, no blasted humidity, and I can go to a salad bar whenever I want to. Besides, we have real mountains here, not just places where the ground happens to be lumpy.
I also learned that there are hills in Kansas, that Colorado can be warm, and that one should never leave home without at least one Rich Mullins album.
Traveling always confronts me with the desperate state of the human condition. Pumping gas in
It seems to me that, in our culture, some of the prime causes of this sickness are the twin demons of materialism and evolutionary thinking. Society has made a sorry bargain: denying the spirituality of the individual, they work to distance themselves from God. How long can you be told that you are simply an advanced monkey before you begin to believe it? Such thinking may exempt you from morals, yes, but it also exempts you from the passion and dignity you have as a spiritual being.
I search people's eyes, looking for some sensitivity, some animation, some sapience - that spiritual spark that has rightly related itself to the sparrows. It is frightening to be confronted with the echoing emptiness of a soul denied wings, or, for that matter, denied existence. Spirituality is not bondage, it is liberation. Shame on the Church for showing the world otherwise for so many centuries.
We must remind people that they have a soul; indeed, they are made in the image of God. As it says in Job, "There is a spirit in man," or in Psalms, "You are Gods." To love your neighbor means, in part, to help him "recognize" himself as a moral, dynamic, spiritual identity.
Sometimes it makes me wonder who the real humanists are.
As New Covenant Christians, most of us are content with picturing the church as the house of God. Living stones, (1 Peter 2:5), built upon the foundation of Jesus Christ, (1 Corinthians ), providing a resting-place for God. (Psalm 132:13-14, Matthew 18:20). In line with the great commission, the church rightfully occupies a prominent place in our lives. Matters of discipleship and community are inseparable from the faith.
As I discuss the issue of violence in the Kingdom God with people, it is common to hear appeals to King David as “a man after God’s own heart,” attempting to reconcile the use of the sword with godliness. While it stands that David was a military man, this is not the whole story. Besides living under a different covenant, he was specifically denied the right to take an active part in building God’s house.
“And David said to Solomon, My son, as for me, it was in my mind to build an house unto the name of the Lord my God: but the word of the Lord came to me, saying, ‘Thou has shed blood abundantly, and hast made great wars: thou shalt not build an house unto my name, because thou hast shed much blood upon the earth in my sight.’” - 1 Chronicles 22:7-8
What is so significant about this? Only that here, we have a behind-the-scenes glimpse of God’s eternal heart, right in the midst of the old covenant. In Ezekiel 33:11, Ezekiel 18:32, and Lamentations 3:33, the Lord makes it abundantly clear that destruction is not something He does for recreation. In short, He takes no rest in violence.
Accordingly, I maintain that the New Covenant was constructed without a shred of dependence upon force of arms. This does not mean the church is passive, it just means we fight differently. (2 Corinthians 10:3-5, John 18:36) “Mercy rejoices against judgment.”
Roger, like an emperor disturbed by a pesky invasion, went off to retrieve a shotgun. Some of the boys pulled on shoes or boots to join in the fray. The armadillo remained, for the time being, oblivious. Good bugs.
Though not entirely blind, the species’ eyesight is less than brilliant. Dimly sensing that something was amiss, the armadillo retreated downhill into taller grass, out of the open. Bryson provided updates on his location and called out instructions. Stealthily, Landon cut around below him to cut off the escape. There he goes – the strings reached a crescendo – the pitchfork came down – the cymbals crashed!