Thursday, September 25, 2014
Remnant Network - 18
Approaching the first tee with my favorite Special Olympics world golf champion, I was already simmering.
A text reached me just after slipping on my plastic cleats that another storm was brewing back at the fort.
This one could boil over at any moment and fill up my calendar with my least favorite ministry: damage control.
Of course, being a presbyter in the PCUSA, I'm used to damage control.
It happens after every GA meeting.
Be that as it is, back to the text.
Disagreement over a memorial.
Help me, Jesus!
While my disinterest in trinkets, relics, brass plaques, and other stuff related to the first few of the big ten along with my continuing obsession with Matthew 15 and 23 have made it really, really, really easy for me to moderate hotly contested meetings on such non-kingdom-rising-and-falling matters, folks are often trying to suck me into such encounters and convince me that I should care about 'em.
I think of the dear friend who made an appointment to see me about the changing of the big people's choir's name from chancel to adult.
Response: "You want to talk with me about that? O.K., I love you; so I'll listen. Buuuuuuut ya gotta know that while I love and care about you, I just can't work up any emotional energy, physical strength, intellectual curiosity, or spiritual sensitivity to deal with that. Ya see, and if you don't, I'll try to help, my plate is kinda full with people in hospice and nursing homes and facing serious surgeries. I'm counseling fractured families and marriages and... Then there's our denomination. It's in so much conflict these days and I'm getting pressured from folks who are elated by what's going on and those who wanna exit faithfully from what's going on as I try to convince 'em that it's more Biblical and incumbent upon sacrificially suffering servants to remain faithfully like Wallace, Hamilton, Luther, Calvin, Bonhoeffer, King, and... Besides that, my youngest needs wheels and I need new shoes for my pony and my wife is ticked because I don't spend enough time at home already and there are these two football players that I've been counseling because...
Are you beginning to catch my drift, darlin'?"
Wonder of wonders, miracle of...
We'll see about the text.
BTW, Billy is my therapist as well as golfing buddy.
He told me to focus on the game and stop thinking so much about...
Shot my best round of the year...even without yellow balls.
Think about it...
Jesus didn't like clergy who were spent sooooooo much time on such inconsequential stuff at the expense of "the weightier matters" of faith.
Annnnnnnd I've been wondering why we/I/they do?
Here's my guess.
I may be wrong.
I think we spend so much time on such ___ because we lack the emotional energy, intellectual curiosity, physical strength, and spiritual sensitivity to engage in 'em.
I think everything and everyone are sooooooo out of control in our world, America, churches, schools, market, families, marriages, and all of the below that we, uh, satisfy, uh, gratify, uh, concentrate, uh, pleasure ourselves on such ___.
I may be wrong.
Maybe that's why it's easier to be embrace or accommodate/enable apostasies in mainline denominations and America.
Maybe that's why it's easier to exit from 'em and join another ecclesiastical franchise or renounce citizenship and move to...
It's much harder to remain and resist faithfully.
That's what I think.
I may be wrong.
Tony once told me that one of his favorite things in life is to listen to smart people say stupid things.
Some of the aforementioned and not-mentioned-but-on-the-tip-of-cognizance come to mind.
Buuuuuuut maybe, and I may be wrong, smart people spend sooooooo much time on stupid things because they feel sooooooo impotent when encountering those "weightier" matters.
It's kinda like rooting for the Cubs or a Republican in Illinois.
All I know is it's easier to spend time on the inconsequential...or...elate...or...exit...
Maybe it's just because we're really not thaaaaaaat smart.
Maybe we can't figure out things for ourselves.
Could that be why He gave the book to us?
Blessings and Love!