Wednesday, August 29, 2018
About two hours before entering a neutral pulpit near Oil City, Pennsylvania back in 1976 to audition for a church looking for another piece of religious meat, I stopped into a greasy spoon for breakfast and to read the paper.
Parenthetically, have you seen the price of newspapers lately? While I usually pick up a copy of the local rag during daily visits to the hospital and never check the $, I had to splurge and pay my way this past Saturday and it cost $3 for an edition as thick as the veneer on an elementary school desk which, BTW, is a metaphor for the content!
Anyway, as I sat for breakfast and wondered if I really wanted to go to that church with its history of having pastors for lunch, I saw a cartoon in one of their local rags that had a bald preacher inviting the congregation to pray: "And at this time our hearts go out to all those pure and perfect newsmen who search for sin in others."
I tore it off the page and tucked it into my Bible.
Recently, I duplicated it and taped it to my study's door at the church.
Ever wonder what's under that hat?
Ever wonder what's in the closets of the checkers checking the righteousness of everybody but themselves?
Ever wonder if the White House, outhouse (Springfield and DC), local rag, national rag, and alphabet soup of news reporting from all directions are as pure and perfect as they pretend?
What's that He sees in their eyes?
Please don't get me wrong.
I'm an awful sinner who knows I need Jesus as my Lord and Savior in a 1 John 1 kinda way.
I'm dumping my garbage as fast as I can before others dig it up.
Being born again many times, I don't have to remember who I was because that's not me.
Of course, people like to remind me how awful I have been, am, and will always be in their estimation.
If you're not big enough to pick on God, pick on somebody your own size.
Unless you've missed the course on original sin, you know we're all in a sinking boat without Jesus.
Besides, the ripple effects of Hybels, Pope wazzhisname, Willow Creek, RCC, Jim, Tammy, Jimmy, Elmer, and every religious guy/gal going back to that murderous peeping Tom and philanderer and psalmist David means guys like me in glass houses shouldn't be throwing so many stones.
True and false, the easiest way to shut 'em up and get rid of 'em is to accuse 'em of you know what.
It's one of the best ways to accomplish the worst intentions of satanos.
Eternally as well as existentially, the measure we give is the measure that we're going to get and we're gonna be judged like we judge.
Jesus said that in case any of the aforementioned, including moi, have forgotten.
Maybe that's why the Bible is really big on humility.
Over and over and over again, it reminds us that riding high in the saddle makes for an easy target.
Kinda like ostriches; but I'll talk more about Rome, mainline denominations, Springfield, DC, rags, reporters, checkers and the rest of 'em along with you et moi later.
Dang, I'm still wondering what's under that hat and in their closets.
I'll bet someone's checking.
Make that Someone.
Blessings and Love!
Shatter the sound of silence!
Wake up! Look up! Stand up! Speak up! Act up for Jesus!
Salt! Shine! Leavenate!