Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
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Helmetless
While Hans and Kathie Take Time Off
@#$%
“You’re
so mad at me because I won’t wear a helmet.
You
say you’re sooooooo concerned about me.
I
don’t believe you.”
@#$%
Hans
and www.churchandworld.com are off
for the next 2 weeks.
The
next edition will be at the end of April; so this is a good time for www.koppdisclosure.com to take some
time off.
Kathie
needs a rest.
Karen
won’t take one.
I
need a…
@#$%
“You’re
so mad at me because I won’t wear a helmet.
Is
it because you care sooooooo much about
my
health and welfare?
I
don’t think so.”
@#$%
Actually,
my sister sent a video that appeared at the top of the last edition.
She
knows me.
Finally,
I understand what Paul Simon was really trying to get to in that song.
My
sister says she now knows what I’ve been trying to get to in my…
@#$%
“You’re
so mad at me because I won’t wear a helmet; but
you
never want to listen why.
‘My
words
like
silent
raindrops fell.’”
@#$%
Ralph
just turned 91.
My
esteem for him is only rivaled by esteem for my dad.
When
I asked if I could marry his daughter, he gave a pack of Camel cigarettes to me
– something about it symbolizing dowry in another culture.
When
his daughter and I – especially me - were on the brink of some very bad
decisions, he took me out to lunch.
We
went to his favorite restaurant near Pittsburgh.
He
said, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree; but never cut down a tree that
has good roots.”
I
didn’t.
It
looks like Jesus is calling him home.
I
will miss him.
He
was so right about so many things; but his words like silent raindrops fell.
When
he becomes eternal and we converse, I will tell him how much he will always
mean to me until we sit together at His table with everyone else by grace
through faith in Jesus.
Until
then, a sadness that I’ve known for over four decades in this business will
strike too close to home as I listen to Mike and Mechanics: “It’s too late when
we die to admit…”
@#$%
“You’re
so mad at me because I won’t wear a helmet; but
if
I’m sooooooo important to you, where were you
when…?”
@#$%
There
have been times when it’s been necessary to say, “Please don’t tell anyone that
I’m your pastor. I don’t want anyone to
think you got what you got from me.”
A woman
in a church that I tried to help asked me to remove her name from the KD mailing list.
I wonder
if she makes the same request of the ED folks.
Curious.
Are
people who ask to have their names removed making a simple request, sending a
message, or can’t figure out how to use the delete key or block function?
Anyway,
she left the church that I tried to help.
Before
learning she left the church, I sent this to her juxtaposed to her request to
have her name removed from the mailing list.
“Yes,
friend, I can remove you from the list.
That is
not a problem.
I will
remove you from the list…but not my heart.
As I
praise God for the faithful saints at ___, especially your undershepherd
aka pastor who is among a handful of the most faithful and able and caring
colleagues to ever cross my path as a pastor and professor and who dwarfs my
fidelity and charismata in so many ways, I also praise God for saints
who realize this is a time – an eschatological time – when, more than ever,
Christians must hang together in/through/for Jesus as the forces of darkness
increase the frequency of their attacks upon civilization and its only hope in
Christendom concomitant to John 17 obedience.
If
Christians do not stick together, we have no moral authority or persuasion or
credibility to tell anyone else how to do it.
I am
convinced ___, led by its pastor who has the courage and record to look up and
stand up and speak up and act up for Jesus with conviction and without worldly
compromise, is part of the remnant that is the only hope for America and the
globe.”
She never
responded.
“My words
like silent…”
@#$%
“You’re so mad at
me because I won’t wear a helmet;
but you’re a slave
to everything/everyone but…
‘And the people
bowed and prayed
to the neon god
they made.’”
@#$%
I’ve
often started lectures as a homiletics professor, “Jesus did not call you to be
boring. If you really believe in Jesus
and really are called to preach about Him, it’s impossible to be boring. If you’re boring, you don’t get it/Him; and
if you don’t get it/Him, you’re never going to convince anybody else about
it/Him. By the way, that could be why so
many churches are being bored to death.
Their pulpiteers don’t believe enough about Jesus to be excited enough
when talking about Him. Energy and
enthusiasm are contagious; but as the old missionary said, ‘You can’t give away
what you ain’t got for yourself.’”
If
excitement were dynamite, most pulpiteers and pewsitters wouldn’t have enough
to blow their noses.
Institutional
idolaters refuse to admit that.
They
don’t listen enough to children.
@#$%
“You’re so mad at
me because I won’t wear a helmet;
but you don’t raise
an emotional eyebrow at
the slaughter of
unborn children.
Maybe that’s why I
don’t
believe you really
care about me
and agree
with
Jesus in John
2:23-25.”
@#$%
Here’s
the new trick of moderates and other apostates.
If you
question or contend with ‘em, saying something that their tender ears and
fragile emotions find sooooooo traumatizing, they’ll marginalize and
disregard you as a wwweeeeallllly woooooood Bully.
Have you been to any mainline meetings and worship
services lately?
Help us,
Jesus!
Missionary
posts of vibrant worship and study and reflection and deliberation are turning
into mausoleums and museums quicker than the thanatos libido of the GOP.
No wonder
ISIS and the rest of the savages are running wild.
Colonel
Jessup was right.
No wonder
the first two amendments to the U.S. Constitution are in jeopardy.
No wonder
a pathological liar or pathologically arrogant rookie will be our next
President.
No wonder
people get more upset about me not wearing a helmet than babies being aborted,
heads being chopped off and gays being tossed out of buildings and women being
abused and degraded so viciously by Islamofascistnutballs, and American
military women and men being murdered because of an incompetent, immoral, and maybe
even worse government, and…and…and…
So many
are so silent about so much that is so loudly awful and evil that it boggles
the mind and upsets the spirit as the stomach turns when they are sooooooo OCD
about me not wearing a…
“’Fools,’
said I, ‘You do not know silence like a cancer grows!’”
@#$%
“You’re so mad at
me because I won’t wear a helmet.
I’ll tell you why I
don’t wear a helmet:
‘And the vision
that was planted
in my brain still
remains…
whispered
in the
sounds of
silence.’”
@#$%
These are
not the real reasons why I don’t wear a helmet: (1) I am more at-one with my
surroundings; (2) I have increased awareness of the sights, sounds, and smells
that are so important to margins of safety; (3) I don’t like non-bikers telling
bikers how to do what they don’t do; (4) Intellectual inconsistencies mentioned
in the preceding; (5) I think you care more about controlling than saving with
reference to the preceding; (6) Farmers are right: “Don’t mess with somethin’
that ain’t botherin’ you none!”; and (7) It gives hope to people who hate me in
a Christian kinda way and really want to see me deleted.
Those are
not the reasons why I don’t wear a helmet.
I don’t
wear a helmet for two reasons.
First, I
don’t want to wear one.
Second, I
am willing to put my personal safety at risk to symbolize the increasingly
frequent threats to freedom.
I will
not be silent.
@#$%
Blessings and Love!
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Look up! Stand up! Speak up! Act up for
Jesus!
Salt! Shine! Leavenate!
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4 comments:
Excellent. But you still need to wear a helmet. I think that the Larger Catechism's commentary on the sixth commandment agrees with me
O.K., you are the only one I know who knows what's in that part of the Westminster standard. Because it's related to Holy Scripture, no one in the PCUSA will know what your'e talking about! Uh, that first line is, uh, rather, uh, uh, uh,...
from on one of my favorite singing groups, the Bob's
Helmet
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I can remember how it started
I'd follow the firemen
I'd dreamed of the astronauts
They looked so happy in their shiny metal headgear
I knew that inside they were smiling
Ba da da da da da
Ba da da da da da
Ba da da da da da
Ya dop ba dop ba dop ba dop bop
My mother feared I was abnormal
I'd take out the colandar
And put it on my head
People are happy when they know that they're protected
Just let me tell you why I'm smiling
I've got my helmet on
Nothing can do me wrong
I've got my helmet on
Ya dop ba dop ba dop ba dop bop
In shining rows they sit in every beauty parlour
Down in the coal mines lighting the way
From distant battlefields to the tiniest motor scooter
There is peace on every single face
My friends all tell me I'm retreating
But how can they argue
With true serenity
If they would only try just once to wear a helmet
The world would soon be a better place
Come try my helmet on
Nothing will do you wrong
Come try my helmet on
Ya dop ba dop ba dop ba dop bop
In shining rows they sit in every beauty parlour
Serenity on every face
Come try my helmet on
Nothing will do you wrong
Come try my helmet on
Ya dop ba dop ba dop ba dop bop
Come try my helmet on
Nothing will do you wrong
Come try my helmet on
Ya dop ba dop ba dop ba dop bop
Come try my helmet on
Nothing will do you wrong
Come try my helmet on
Ya dop ba dop ba dop ba dop bop
Baaaaaaaaaap
Read more: Bobs - Helmet Lyrics | MetroLyrics
K.D. good Monday eye opener. We all needed that! Except Sounds of Silence will b in my head all day. Christians are like A Bridge Over Troubled Waters as is upcoming election. Hope your week is good. Go Nova
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