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<title>Filings: Man on the Street</title>
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<dc:date>2008-08-19T04:08+00:00</dc:date>
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<i>Filings is an ongoing section of this blog where the posts focus specifically on issues of Christian life. The name comes about because “filings” are the natural by-product of Proverbs 27:17: “as iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.”</i><br />
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One morning last week I was walking the five blocks from the train to my office, pretty much just thinking about the day ahead. As I waited at the first corner with a crowd of pedestrians for the light to change, an older black man standing in front of me turned around and looked at me, then said, "God bless you."<br />
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"And God bless you, too," I said, a little surprised but not really uncomfortable even though I could smell the strong scent of alcohol coming from him as he turned back around. I know from the times I've spent with the guys in the Teen Challenge program how much they hated, when they were on the street, how people wouldn't look at them because of their color, or their raggedyness, or both. Since then I've tried to make it a habit to acknowledge people with my eyes when they cross my path. <br />
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The man was standing with two other rather scruffy looking guys. He turned to me again as the light changed and the crowd moved across the street, the two scruffy guys and my fellow pedestrians subtly leaving a bubble around me and my new friend as we got the inevitable request for money out of the way (which I declined). He then started a rambling description of his birthday being January 1, and how nobody believes that, and how Jesus walks with him, and nobody believes that either. "Do you you believe Jesus walks with me?" he asked. <br />
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"I believe Jesus lives inside us," I replied. <br />
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"Does he live inside you?"<br />
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"Yes, he does." <br />
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He went on talking about Jesus following him everywhere. By now Jesus was the only one who could have been in spitting distance of us. I was feeling very much at peace, though, interjecting a comment every so often to let him know I was listening. We got to the corner where my office is and my friend was asking me if Jesus walked beside me. I told him that I believe Jesus said he would never leave us or forsake us, that he would be with us everywhere we go. Then I got bold, though I still felt peaceful. <br />
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"I believe Jesus is walking beside you," I said. "The problem is, you've been taking him into a lot of places he doesn't want to go. I wonder," I said, "what would happen if you started to follow him for a little while instead of having him follow you?" For the first time in our conversation he was still and quiet. I put out my hand. He took it. <br />
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"I believe you when you say you were born on January 1. I believe that is a symbol from God that you can make a new beginning, but you don't have to wait for your birthday."<br />
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There at the corner of Washington and Marquette I put my other hand on his shoulder and began to pray out loud, thanking God for the man's life and for bringing us together and for the plans that God had for him. I prayed that God would open doors for him that no man could close and that he would close doors that no man could open. I said "Amen" and dropped my left hand. He stood there with a surprised look on his face. <br />
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"Thank you," he said, softly. Then louder, "Thank you very much! God bless you!" Then he turned and walked away.  <br />
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Now I harbor no illusions that that interlude will turn that man's life around, but I know God has done greater things. Neither do I have any doubt that I was supposed to meet that man that day. As for myself, I got quite a lift from the unexpected meeting, and I wondered at the peace and confidence I had felt. I hadn't been self-conscious at all about anyone else around us, or put off by the man's appearance or condition. Believe me, that is <i>not </i>my usual demeanor! I felt at first as if I had just done something the way my pastor would've done it, and then I realized that perhaps I had done it the way Jesus would have &mdash; without a thought or care but for the man he had just met. <br />
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That may all be very nice but I also realized that, while I likely won't know the impact I made on the other guy, that God wanted to show me something. I, too, am guilty &mdash; in both thought and actions &mdash; of taking Jesus into places sometimes that perhaps he doesn't want to go. In fact, I can go hours without even being aware of him beside me. As the morning went on I was simultaneously buoyed by the experience and humbled that I <i>was able</i> to experience it. I didn't really grasp the biggest lesson, however, until yesterday when it finally dawned on me.<br />
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The experience felt great and was stimulating because it was different, out of the ordinary. It finally hit me, yesterday, that in fact it shouldn't be that out of the ordinary at all. Jesus didn't spend a lot of time in church, but was usually out walking, going from one place to another, meeting the people he was supposed to meet, touching their lives with his presence. The same Jesus walks with me, wanting to do the same thing if I will let him; not by preaching sermons or trying to get people to say a prayer so they can be "saved", but simply touching their lives with a word or a touch that communicates his love for them, showing &mdash; as Romans 2:4 says &mdash; "the goodness of God that leads people to repentance." <br />
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I want to feel that lift that I felt that day much more often.<br />
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<title>Filings: Red Hot Secrets of Romance</title>
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<description>Where is it written in the Bible that guys have to be romantic? I mean, really, give me a scripture. I checked, and my concordance must be the Strong’s Silent Type,...</description>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Where is it written in the Bible that guys have to be romantic? I mean, really, give me a scripture. I checked, and my concordance must be the Strong’s Silent Type, because the word “romantic” doesn’t appear once. Yet our culture tells us that women want men to be “romantic”, which usually means tender, sensitive and – oh yeah – dead. <br />
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In so many romantic movie by the time the credits are rolling over the last rays of poignant lighting, the guy is dead. As they might say in the Romance languages: Finito. Morte. Cold as a mackerel (like the guy in <i>Titanic</i>). <br />
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Why does it have to be like that? Well, I put down my Strong’s and picked up my Funk & Wagnall. It lists the definition of romance as “the character or nature of that which appears strange and fascinating, heroic, chivalrous…” and “a form of idealistic prose fiction distinguished from the novel or tale because it does not bind itself to reality…” <br />
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Well, there you have it: Romance is a fiction. The guy has to die at the end or otherwise ride off into the sunset or else reality will set in and the whole thing ultimately falls apart.  You think women will pay to see a movie 17 times if turns out the knight leaves his shining armor laying around on the floor, or likes to spend his afternoons watching the jousts and scratching himself? ‘Tis a far, far better thing that he die nobly than live on and spoil the fantasy. That’s why most of what is considered "romantic" in our culture is really just a bunch of manipulative fluff that’s meant to sell something (or some philosophy). <br />
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There is an essential truth in all that, however: you really do have to die. <br />
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Earlier I challenged you to give me a scripture that mentions romance. I don’t think you’ll find one, but you will find an example of someone laying down his life for his bride. Ephesians 5:25  commands us to "love our wives as Christ loves the church." He gave himself up, and we are to do the same. <br />
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Now I’d guess most of us, if it came right down to it, would be willing to take a bullet for our wives. The real question is, “But will you let her have the last doughnut?”  It’s one thing to lay down your life in a blaze of glory like in the movies, but it’s a lot more difficult (and even more romantic) to do it day in, day out by putting someone else’s needs ahead of our own. Perhaps at some time or another you’ve heard the phrase, “C’mon, would it kill you to show a little consideration?” And the answer to that, honestly, is “yes.” It does kill us in so much as we lay aside our will, our pride, our way of doing things in order to reach out to her in a way that is meaningful to her. <br />
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We die a little when we put down the newspaper to ask her about her day; when we go out of our way to do something to make her day or her life easier; when we take her concerns and input into consideration in making a joint decision. Is it one-sided? Well, it can be, but it’s been my experience and observation that  these activities are very much included in the laws of sowing and reaping, and the harvest usually comes pretty fast. Furthermore, if we are to take Christ as our model, we see that he laid down his life for us first without concern for what he would get back (in fact, even knowing that there would be many who would not accept his sacrifice). 	<br />
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He did it, the scripture says, to make us (the church) holy. One of the definitions of “holy” is “to be set apart.” We demonstrate that our wives are holy to us by treating them in a way that shows we value them more than any relationship in our lives other than God. Instead of taking them for granted because we’re around them so much, we put extra effort into their well-being precisely because we are around them so much. Yes, it will cost us everything – and it will pay back more than we can ever imagine. ]]></content:encoded>
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<dc:date>2007-09-11T15:09+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<i>I wrote this essay for another publication, back in September, 2001. </i><br />
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Ultimately, America’s secular façade crumbled even before its material symbols collapsed. I first turned on my radio &mdash; and heard the first words regarding Tuesday’s disaster &mdash; moments before the second tower was struck. The voices of the national news team were already urging Americans to pray for the safety of those involved. It sounded almost glib at first, but as the unreal became real and the horror increased by the minute, the references became more heart-felt, even desperate. <br />
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As our true helplessness and vulnerability became apparent, the call to pray was in every report and every story. And pray we did: alone, with our families, and in special services and vigils that themselves became news. All of this flying in the face of a culture and media that has said for years that faith and divine intervention are, at best, inappropriate if not impossible. It must have been like discovering that the kooky old aunt you’ve been keeping in the attic is the only one who knows where the family silver is buried. <br />
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But which is the true picture of America? Are we a secular society that merely pays lip service to faith when a crisis looms, or are we a nation of quiet faithful who allow ourselves to be cowed by society until circumstances give us a chance to break out? I know how our attackers would describe us. <br />
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Make no mistake, this is a spiritual and religious war. Those who attacked us chose as their main target what they perceived to be the symbolic spiritual center of our nation.  Perhaps we need to ask why the most recognizable symbol &mdash; and target &mdash; of a country founded on Christian principles should turn out to be the World Trade Center. <br />
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My opinion, however, is that we are primarily a nation of faith even if the cultural spin obscures this. There are just too many blessings in our lives and too few fruitful external assaults on our freedom and security for it to be otherwise. Our country could not have developed the abundance we experience (or manage our enormous debt) without God’s favor and the generally well-intentioned (if unfocused) spiritual character of our people. The vicious and ungodly in-fighting of our leaders and factions in an attempt to garner power and divvy up the fruit from our foundational blessings is both sad and laughable in comparison to the desperation that much of the rest of the world lives in: we’re fleas fighting over the dog, but our biting and scratching just may drive the dog crazy (to which the dyslexic, atheistic flea shouts "there is no dog!") <br />
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But if we’re stronger spiritually than we realize, what is the meaning of the September 11 attacks? <br />
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Every essayist worth his or her salt feels compelled to write something about what happened, and many things churned inside me this week. I wanted, however, to do my best to let God have His way. As I sought Him, I believe He led me to the scriptures in Isaiah and Zepha-niah I’ve included below. These verses are not a prophecy of this specific event, but a clear warning of the expected result of disobedience and hubris.  They confirmed the sense deep within me that &mdash; as outraged as I am toward those who perpetrated this attack &mdash; that this is in God’s will.  I am as horrified and angered by the attacks as anyone, and there is no way that I think the men who did this are justified. It is, however, a judgment. As hard as it is to say, and as hard as it may be to accept, this is God’s correction to America and especially to the Church. <br />
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I don’t want to get into any doctrinal arguments with anyone over what God causes and what He permits, but I do believe that all things are either used <i>of </i>God or <i>by </i>God to fulfill His plan. America is guilty, not of taking the terrorists or their cause lightly, but of taking God lightly; of saying "the Lord will do nothing either good or bad." We have been distracted by our own comforts and amusements, while allowing our leaders to tickle our ears and do what they want. We and our country have chosen expedience over obedience and "relied on oppression and depended on deceit" for decades. We now find ourselves in a situation where "a thousand will flee at the threat of one" and perhaps many are willing to trade freedom for safety. (Remember that Ben Franklin said, "He who would trade freedom for safety deserves neither.")<br />
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I know that correction is politically incorrect, and that it may seem bizarre to say that God is a loving Father who disciplines His children when there is massive destruction and thousands are dead and injured. Yet what would happen to our nation and to the Church &mdash; which should be setting the example &mdash; if we were not corrected and allowed to continue into greater disobedience and drift even farther from God?  How many would die? How much would be lost? Read the Old Testament and see what generations of disobedience brought on Israel time after time. It may not appear "just" that those who died and their friends and families pay such a price, but in reality all of our lives have always been in God’s hands since before we were born, and His perspective goes way beyond ours. <br />
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Best of all, there is a blessing in those same scriptures &mdash; the blessing that comes with correction; of restoration, and ultimately of victory. In the prayers that went up this week we did indeed turn to God. My prayer is that many &mdash; if not most &mdash; of these prayers were of repentance and for salvation, as well as for the safety, peace and well-being of our people and our country, and that we continue to keep our eyes on Him. May God continue to bless America!<br />
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<b>ISAIAH 30:8-33 (NIV)</b><br />
Go now, write it on a tablet for them, inscribe it on a scroll, that for the days to come it may be an everlasting witness.  <br />
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These are rebellious people, deceitful children, children unwilling to listen to the LORD's instruction. They say to the seers, "See no more visions!" and to the prophets, "Give us no more visions of what is right! Tell us pleasant things, prophesy illusions.  Leave this way, get off this path, and stop confronting us with the Holy One of Israel!"  <br />
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Therefore, this is what the Holy One of Israel says: "Because you have rejected this message, relied on oppression and depended on deceit, this sin will become for you like a high wall, cracked and bulging, that collapses suddenly, in an instant. It will break in pieces like pottery, shattered so mercilessly that among its pieces not a fragment will be found for taking coals from a hearth or scooping water out of a cistern." <br />
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This is what the Sovereign LORD, the Holy One of Israel, says: "In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it. You said, 'No, we will flee on horses.' Therefore you will flee! You said, 'We will ride off on swift horses.' Therefore your pursuers will be swift! A thousand will flee at the threat of one; at the threat of five you will all flee away, till you are left like a flagstaff on a mountaintop, like a banner on a hill."  <br />
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Yet the LORD longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the LORD is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him! <br />
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O people of Zion, who live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. How gracious he will be when you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it." Then you will defile your idols overlaid with silver and your images covered with gold; you will throw them away like a menstrual cloth and say to them, "Away with you!"  <br />
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He will also send you rain for the seed you sow in the ground, and the food that comes from the land will be rich and plentiful. In that day your cattle will graze in broad meadows. The oxen and donkeys that work the soil will eat fodder and mash, spread out with fork and shovel. In the day of great slaughter, when the towers fall, streams of water will flow on every high mountain and every lofty hill. The moon will shine like the sun, and the sunlight will be seven times brighter, like the light of seven full days, when the LORD binds up the bruises of his people and heals the wounds he inflicted. <br />
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See, the Name of the LORD comes from afar, with burning anger and dense clouds of smoke; his lips are full of wrath, and his tongue is a consuming fire. His breath is like a rushing torrent, rising up to the neck. He shakes the nations in the sieve of destruction; he places in the jaws of the peoples a bit that leads them astray.  And you will sing as on the night you celebrate a holy festival; your hearts will rejoice as when people go up with flutes to the mountain of the LORD, to the Rock of Israel.  <br />
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The LORD will cause men to hear his majestic voice and will make them see his arm coming down with raging anger and consuming fire, with cloudburst, thunderstorm and hail. The voice of the LORD will shatter Assyria; with his scepter he will strike them down. Every stroke the LORD lays on them with his punishing rod will be to the music of tambourines and harps, as he fights them in battle with the blows of his arm. Topheth has long been prepared; it has been made ready for the king. Its fire pit has been made deep and wide, with an abundance of fire and wood; the breath of the LORD, like a stream of burning sulfur, sets it ablaze.<br />
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<b>ZEPHANIAH 1: 8 -18</b><br />
On the day of the LORD's sacrifice I will punish the princes and the king's sons and all those clad in foreign clothes. On that day I will punish all who avoid stepping on the threshold, who fill the temple of their gods with violence and deceit.  "On that day," declares the LORD, "a cry will go up from the Fish Gate, wailing from the New Quarter, and a loud crash from the hills. Wail, you who live in the market district; all your merchants will be wiped out, all who trade with  silver will be ruined. At that time I will search Jerusalem with lamps and punish those who are complacent, who are like wine left on its dregs, who think, `The LORD will do nothing, either good or bad.' Their wealth will be plundered, their houses demolished. They will build houses but not live in them; they will plant vineyards but not drink the wine.  <br />
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"The great day of the LORD is near-- near and coming quickly. Listen! The cry on the day of the LORD will be bitter, the shouting of the warrior there. That day will be a day of wrath, a day of distress and anguish, a day of trouble and ruin, a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and blackness,  a day of trumpet and battle cry against the fortified cities and against the corner towers. I will bring distress on the people and they will walk like blind men, because they have sinned against the LORD. Their blood will be poured out like dust and their entrails like filth. Neither their silver nor their gold will be able to save them on the day of the LORD's wrath. In the fire of his jealousy the whole world will be consumed, for he will make a sudden end of all who live in the earth." <br />
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<description>One of the songs we sang in church on Easter Sunday had these words:...</description>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[One of the songs we sang in church on Easter Sunday had these words:<br />
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<i>I'll never know how much it cost<br />
To see my sin upon that cross.</i><br />
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We've sung that song a few times before and each time I usually think to myself that I do know how much it cost to redeem my sin &mdash; it "cost" Jesus having to come to earth in human form, being beaten, crucified, dying and rising again. Yesterday, however, it really sunk in for me that there is a difference between "knowing" and "experiencing". Or, to put it in the words that occurred to me, it's the difference between <i>receiving </i>a check for $1 million and <i>writing </i>a check for $1 million. <br />
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That's not to say that most of us haven't tried to write out our own check for our salvation, either out of our man-made doctrines or new age spirituality, or based on our "good works". Inherent in all of those thoughts is that deep down we assume we're not "that bad" (even "good"), so how big a check are we really talking about?  The thing is, there is no check that we can write ourselves that would pay that debt, even on an installment plan. That's because we all fell for the marketing incentives and opened our accounts at the First Bank of Hell (hey, I got a free toaster!), and those checks are always going to bounce. They'll come back stamped NSF &mdash; Insufficient Faith. And man, those penalty charges eat you up. <br />
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Nor do I get any closer by taking that revelation and thinking that I'm a worm, a worthless sinner (especially if done with an all-too-human sense of pride at my humility). True, on my own that is what I'd be, but Jesus looked at the value and decided I was worth it. I don't know which revelation makes me weep more. <br />
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It is a gift that I can't explain, rationalize or justify; all I can do is either accept it or waste it. There were many over the weekend who tipped their hats to the "message of Jesus" without realizing the sacrifice he made. There were the ones, even in Christian leadership, willing to call him "Teacher" but not "Lord". I know; I've been there, done that myself. As C.S. Lewis wrote in <i>Mere Christianity </i>(and KingDavid reminded me):  <br />
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<i>A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic--on the level with a man who says he is a poached egg--or he would be the devil of hell. You must take your choice. Either this was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that [alternative] open to us</i><br />
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<description>A friend of mine offers this commentary to my recent post about Pastor Mac Hammond, Living Word Christian Center and CREW (Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington):...</description>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[A friend of mine offers this commentary to my <a href="http://thenightwriterblog.powerblogs.com/posts/1171578704.shtml">recent post</a> about Pastor Mac Hammond, Living Word Christian Center and CREW (Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington):<br />
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Are you saying the end justifies the means? That because Mac and the church have done good things we should look the other way? That it's not anyone's business if they're lining their pockets by fleecing willing congregants who think every dollar gets them closer to the Kingdom of Heaven? In the Strib article, Hammond says, "It's impossible to bless someone else or be a blessing if you have nothing to bless them with." So better to have a jet than a schoolbus. Better to have a Lexus than a 1998 Taurus. Better to have a $500,000 retreat than some housekeeping cabins. It's like Steve Martin in "The Jerk" . . . this is all I need. These condos in Florida, this Porsche, my kids on the payroll and so on. You seem to shrug and let him off the hook by saying if he is up to no good, he'll be judged. If he is indeed running some kind of pseudo-religious Ponzi scheme, shouldn't his actions be exposed to the light of day sooner than later, even if you disagree with the media outlet that's holding the lantern?<br />
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Actually, what I was saying was that the timing and sudden interest the Strib took in Living Word and Mac Hammond's message (which he has been preaching since 1980, and from the pulpit of his huge building since 1998) was more about the newspaper being offended by his politics than his doctrine, but that may just be a biased assumption on my part. Perhaps I should wait for more evidence than just a circumstantial connection between the stories the newspaper ran, the complaint filed by  CREW, and Pastor Hammond's public endorsement of a candidate much reviled by the Strib's editorial board and left-leaning watchdog groups. <br />
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Perhaps, from my own experience I am too judgmental and suspicious of those watching out for us, of whom author Mark Helprin once wrote, "The dog who protects sheep quickly learns how to direct them, and it becomes a habit. The people have been trained by their watchmen to jump, and to trample what the watchmen want trampled."* Hence, I can look at the situation and think, "Something smells fishy."<br />
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Similarly, there may be those who will readily assume a pastor or a church is fleecing a "conned"-gregation into thinking it can buy its way into Heaven because the reported facts look suspicious, even if all that has been presented is a careful marshaling of facts and innuendo while the newspaper carefully avoids making any direct accusation of wrong-doing. Why wouldn't someone reading the story think, regarding the church, that "Something smells fishy?" <br />
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So, obviously, there can be differences of opinion based on perspective.  I will, however, address the underlying question in the comment above as well as the actual question asked at the end (while also indirectly responding to other comments on the original post). <br />
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I don't claim to be a great Biblical scholar, but I do have more than a passing acquaintance with the so-called "Prosperity Gospel" attributed to Pastor Hammond (also known, less charitably, by critics as "name it and claim it"). I won't issue a judgment on Hammond because, as I said before, I don't know what he is actually preaching. I do know, however, from scripture and &mdash; most significantly to me &mdash; my own experience that material as well as spiritual blessings have overtaken my family and I because we give liberally (admittedly, about the only thing we do "liberally"). We have good incomes, a nice house, nice things, and we tithe off of everything we receive, and give a similar amount in alms and other offerings, and are still able to put aside money for the future. Other people may have bigger incomes, nicer houses, more things, etc. without being givers, but we have seen amazing (some might say miraculous) connections between what we've given and the things we've received. When we give thanks for our meals we often include 2 Corinthians 9:8, "God is able to give us everything we need to live life in abundance and to give into every good work." Unlike the world, we're not just receiving from those who we've given to or vice-versa.<br />
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Some might say we live too well. We could, I suppose, get by with a smaller home, even older cars and without that new HDTV and home theater system, and give the money to the poor (or pay even higher taxes). Yet in a smaller house we never would have been able to take in the people we've taken in over the years, or hold the home church meetings on Friday nights; our vehicles are used to get us and others to places we need to be in order to be a blessing; and I'm  going to bring the boys from the Fundamentals in Film class into my basement to watch this week's movie (ok, that last part may be because I want to see them jump when the artillery hits more than because I want to bless them). <br />
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Or we could have kept for ourselves all that we've given and, theoretically, have even more stuff. It may be counter-intuitive, but I don't think so. Proverbs 11:24 says, "One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty." Giving and receiving and giving again is how we live. It's not the be-all and end-all of our "creed" but it is something we've tried to help others to apply in their lives. As Mac Hammond said, "It's impossible to bless someone else or be a blessing if you have nothing to bless them with." There are certainly times when warm thoughts, open arms and fervent prayers can be a tremendous blessing, but it's also valuable to send someone off with a hot meal or a new coat on behalf of our Father who loves us and would not "give us a stone when we ask for bread."<br />
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So, count me among those who think it is an important part of the Christian life to be a cheerful giver (see 2 Corinthians 9:7), and as someone who has seen it bear fruit in my life. Does Mac Hammond have more fruit in his life than me? Apparently. Does he deserve it? That's between him and God and his congregation, and my opinion doesn't enter into their relationship and, in fact, could hurt my own relationship with God. I have no idea what percentage of the money that comes in to Living Word goes to Mac Hammond and no interest or say in what he choses to spend it on because there is no accountability between the two of us. It would seem, however, that those who do have a mutual accountability with him are well satisfied with the arrangement. <br />
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It is certainly obvious what the church is doing with the bulk of the money. If you go to Living Word's <a href="http://www.lwcc.org/OUTREACH/index.cfm">Outreach </a>page there is an impressive list of ministries and programs to people of all social classes, and all around the world. Missions, schools, a thrift store, a rehab clinic, a Christian night club (where youth can be edified as well as entertained instead of being left to seductions of the culture), and much more, plus a large staff to minister and administer these things as well as to the the people who come into the church itself. There's always the risk that Hammond and the church love money &mdash; or it could be that they love what the money can do. <br />
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Of course, newspapers, businesses and governments all love what money can do as well, and they ask for it all the time. Each of us, individually, also has a powerful appreciation for what money can do for us. Cultivating a proper attitude toward money and seeing it as our servant instead of our master is a challenge and stirs up strong emotions and reveals strongholds in our lives. I remember several years ago that a man left our church saying, "All they're interested in is your money." A little while later he was found to have been embezzling money from his business. Interesting what he thought he was hearing, isn't it? <br />
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I know that it is common for certain ministries to ask for money by referring to the Parable of the Sower in Matthew 13:8, "some seeds fell on fertile (good) soil and produced a crop that was thirty, sixty, and even a hundred times as much as had been planted." These ministries will say that they are "good soil" and worth supporting. I typically don't give to these because Matthew 13:23 says that the "good soil" is our hearts that receive the word, not the ministry that receives the money. Further, if my heart is good, then even if I give to the wrong place I can still reap a benefit well out of proportion to what I've sown.<br />
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No doubt, as with any church, there are legitimate reasons for people not to like Mac Hammond and Living Word. They may be put off by the large size and prefer something more personal. They may find the teaching too different from what they are accustomed to, or too challenging to their own comfort zone. They may consider it completely heretical. They might turn out to be right, but I can be nonchalant about it and let Mac "off the hook" simply because I'm not the one with the hook in the first place. As Matthew 13:24 goes on to say:<br />
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Here is another story Jesus told: "The Kingdom of Heaven is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. But that night as everyone slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew. The farmer's servants came and told him, `Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds!'<br />
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"`An enemy has done it!' the farmer exclaimed. `Shall we pull out the weeds?' they asked. <br />
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"He replied, `No, you'll hurt the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds and burn them and to put the wheat in the barn.'"<br />
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God's word is the seed and brings the wheat into our lives, though there might be enemies and weeds in and around it. When the time comes, the light from the fire that burns those weeds will overwhelm whatever feeble lantern might be trying to illuminate those weeds &mdash; and I'm pretty sure I don't want to be holding that lantern when it happens. <br />
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Yesterday's post about extremism and the ensuing comments got me to thinking again about the culture wars. I remembered how my family used to make it a point to watch “Star Trek: the Next Generation” when there were still new episodes. We loved the characters and the writing, the imagination and the mostly discrete sexuality of the show. It also had a very edifying vision of human virtue and potential. <br />
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The only problem I had with the program was that this vision of human potential was based on the Secular Humanist views of its creator, Gene Roddenberry. Yes, we would all like to live in a world where everyone demonstrates <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/Gal/Gal005.html#22">love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control</a> as the characters in ST:TNG did. Roddenberry, however, saw this occurring through self-directed human evolution while I, as a Christian recognize these traits as fruit of the spirit  imparted by God and developed through a personal commitment to renew my mind as I <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/Rom/Rom012.html#2">transform </a>myself in order to be more like Jesus. <br />
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It may appear that the Christians and Humanists have a similar vision. There is a difference in how we go about fulfilling that vision, however. <br />
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As a Christian, I use God’s word as a standard to strive for and measure myself against. It’s not based on feelings, polls or my own thoughts about what is right and what is wrong. Today's culture may hold out a vision of ennobling evolution &mdash; while at the same time saying that any type of standard (except for their own) is merely a prejudice. Maybe that’s why I as Christians can hope to see a change in myself within my lifetime, while Roddenberry’s super-humans don’t get it until the 25th century.	<br />
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I see the human soul as being made up of our mind, will and emotions &mdash; and as being something that needs to be disciplined in order to exalt God. It seems to me that Humanists see the soul as the thing to be exalted – and that excellence can be achieved by indulgence. My focus is to improve the individual so the individual can effect society; Humanists try to change society so that it can affect the individual. They label as intolerant, unprogressive and “out of the mainstream” any discussion of morality when it comes to personal behavior and responsibility (except when they refer to what you do with your wealth and private property). Meanwhile, you can do whatever you want with your body, or whoever else’s body you can get to along with your program. <br />
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Let me, finally, get to the point. Despite my self-indulgent and even extremist rant, the Humanists are really irrelevant to a Christian's own spiritual growth. Sure, they may pollute the culture with their illogical approach, but even if we “win” the cultural and political war we gain little but breathing room. That’s because Christ’s example is always from the “inside out.” While I would like to see a day when the culture around us is more wholesome, that in and of itself will not release us from our spiritual obligation to become more like Christ and to continually work out our salvation. In fact it may even invite a complacency that could be terminal &mdash; to us and ultimately to our culture. <br />
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Our individual commitment to tending the fruit of the spirit in our own lives &mdash; and to helping these develop in other people’s lives &mdash; must be unchanged regardless of what is going on around us, no matter how good or how bad it looks. We cannot look back longingly for “the good old days” or wait expectantly for the wonders of the 25th century because Christ is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. “What would Jesus do?” is the wrong question. Better for me to ask, “What is Jesus doing?” and make sure I'm a part of it. <br />
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<title>Filings: Rich kids</title>
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<i>You must each make up your own mind as to how much you should give. Don't give reluctantly or in response to pressure. For God loves the person who gives cheerfully. And God will generously provide all you need. Then you will always have everything you need and plenty left over to share with others. As the Scriptures say,<br />
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&mdash; 2 Corinthians 9: 7-9 (New Living Translation)</i><br />
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When Tiger Lilly was six years old she saw the advertisement in the newspaper for the Union Gospel Mission's annual Thanksgiving banquet for the homeless. She studied the photo of the elderly man with the long beard and old clothes. She read the headline that said just $1.79 would provide a full Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings to a hungry person. She looked at me.<br />
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"<i>I</i> have $1.79," she said, with some amazement. "I can buy someone's dinner!" I sent her upstairs to get her bank to be sure. There were a few bills in there and a lot of coins, and she methodically counted out the full amount. I kept my face non-commital as I asked her if she was sure she wanted to give that money, since it represented a lot of what she had in her bank. She was positive. I had her get an envelope to put the money into and that afternoon we drove over to the Mission. I could have simply written a check covering her contribution along with a larger one from my wife and I and mailed it in, but the Mission isn't far from our house and I wanted her to see where the money was going and have the personal connection of seeing the real people she was helping. We went inside and the chaplain there was an acquaintance of mine. He wasn't used to receiving direct contributions, but he took us into his small office, collected Tiger Lilly's envelope, earnestly wrote her a receipt and thanked her for her for giving, saying how much it would mean to someone. <br />
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I remembered that episode last week when I read the article in the <a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB116458874558333139.html?mod=opinion&ojcontent=otep">Wall Street Journal </a>(subscription required) by Arthur C. Brooks analyzing the results of the <a href="http://www.ksg.harvard.edu/saguaro/communitysurvey/">Social Capital Community Benchmark Survey</a>. According to these results, 85 million U.S. households give money each year to non-profit organizations, while 30 million households do not. The differences between these two groups is not based on income, but on political and religious outlook, with conservatives and people of faith being the ones most likely to give and to volunteer. Besides giving to non-profits, this charity extends to giving to friends and neighbors and even to propensity to donate blood. <br />
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Why does Giving America behave so differently from Non-Giving America? The answer, contrary to what you might be thinking, is not income; America's working poor give away at least as large a percentage of their incomes as the rich, and a lot more than the middle class. <b>The charity gap is driven not by economics but by values.</b><br />
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Nowhere is the divide in values more on display than in religion, the frontline in our so-called "culture war." And the relationship between religion and charity is nothing short of extraordinary. The Social Capital Community Benchmark Survey indicates that Americans who weekly attend a house of worship are 25 percentage points more likely to give than people who go to church rarely or never. These religious folks also give nearly four times more dollars per year than secularists, on average, and volunteer more than twice as frequently.<br />
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It is not the case that these enormous differences are due simply to religious people giving to their churches. Religious people are more charitable with all sorts of nonreligious causes as well. They are 10 percentage points likelier than secularists to give money to explicitly nonreligious charities like the United Way, and 25 points more likely to volunteer for secular groups such as the PTA. Churchgoers were far likelier in 2001 to give to 9/11-related causes. On average, people of faith give more than 50% more money each year to non-church social welfare organizations than secularists do.<br />
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A second core value affecting charity shows up in the belief citizens have about the government's role in their lives. Some Americans (about a third) believe the government should do more to reduce income differences between the rich and poor &mdash; largely through higher taxation and social spending. Others (about 40%) do not favor greater forced income redistribution. This is a major difference in worldview &mdash; not just about taxation, but also about the perceived duty of individuals to take personal responsibility for themselves and others. This difference affects people's likelihood of voluntarily giving to charity. <b>The General Social Survey shows that people who oppose government income redistribution donate four times as much money each year as do redistribution supporters.</b><br />
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Note that the charity gap is not due to anything the government is actually doing; rather, to what people think the government should be doing &mdash; in other words, nothing more than a political opinion. This fact throws a wrench into the traditional stereotype that conservatives in America are hardhearted while liberals are the compassionate ones. In the words of one common 2004 campaign yard sign in my town, "Bush Must Go! Human need, not corporate greed." However, the General Social Survey indicates that people who opine that government is "spending too little money on welfare" &mdash; not a viewpoint typically associated with George W. Bush's supposedly venal supporters &mdash; are less likely to give food or money to a homeless person than people who oppose greater welfare spending. Regardless of which view on welfare is superior, ask yourself this: Who will personally do more for a poor person today?<br />
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<b>A third key value affecting charity is reflected in family life. Couples, even when they earn the same amount as single people, are more likely to give to charity, and the simple act of raising children appears to stimulate giving as well &mdash; children help us fill the collection plate even as they drain our wallets.</b> Further, family life is the ideal transmission mechanism for charitable values: Data show that people who see their parents behave charitably are far likelier to be charitable themselves as adults.<br />
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As you probably noticed, the values predicting private charity in America tend to smile on the political right. Conservatives are twice as likely as liberals to attend a house of worship regularly; conservatives are one third as likely as liberals to say the government should "do more" to reduce income inequality; conservatives also have about 40% more children than liberals. Furthermore, there is a fringe on today's political left that goes beyond simple neglect of charity, and openly condemns it, claiming it lets governments off the hook from having to pay for services. So while there may be nothing inherently charitable about political conservatism, today's conservatives do outperform liberals on most measures of private giving.<br />
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The article observed that some might be surprised by the discrepancy in the giving habits between conservatives and liberals given the stereotype of the heartlessness of the right. And of course it is common knowledge that religious people are all hypocrites. I wasn't surprised, however. Many of the people I know are always open and willing to help meet a need; they draw the line at institutionalizing one, however. <br />
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To some extent this may be due to believing there's something beyond yourself that you need to be accountable to. It can be highly motivational if you truly believe that one day you're going to stand before God and give an account for yourself. (And, as I've written here before, if God asks me if I gave to the poor I don't think he'll be impressed if I say, "Well, I paid my taxes.") But as 2 Corinthians says up above, it us up to each of us to choose what to give and that if we give cheerfully He will provide everything we need.  It is the evidence of the latter in my life that leads me to give cheerfully, not out of a desire to receive more but out of the confidence that God will give me the means to give (providing seed to the sower as it says in verse 10). In contrast, what is the state of your heart and the measure of your actions if you believe there's never enough of anything to go around unless it's taken from another?<br />
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Giving is important because it's what God wants us to do, but taxes are the government deciding who can afford to give, and the repercussions of that affect more than just the wealthy; even to the point of hurting the working poor by stifling the economy. "Free will" (or "free market") giving, where the individual is responsible to decide how much he or she will give (or not give) is different. It also doesn't set up stultifying and self-perpetuating bureaucracies that don't have the incentive to ferret out fraud. <br />
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One of the greatest satisfactions of my life has been seeing my daughters grasp this important principle naturally from an early age. They've been tithers from the time they first received money and givers for as long as they can remember, and not just from obedience but out of joy. I remember how much they loved to put the money in the Salvation Army's red buckets everytime we saw one when they were little, and the five-year-old Tiger Lilly spontaneously giving a dollar of her own money toward the 10-year-old Mall Diva's first missions trip. I've observed the thoughtfulness and joy they've put into filling shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child each year, and watched them get involved with organizations such as Samaritan's Purse and Soldier's Angels, and Operation Starfish where the Mall Diva is helping a young mother develop the life skills she needs to provide for her family. The neatest thing, however, is that they don't have to have a program or some official ministry to get involved in in order to give; whether it's time, money, encouragement or, occasionally, blunt advice, they give easily out of their abundance of spirit to their friends and others. <br />
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So why do I feel like the one who's rich? <br />
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A childhood memory: waking up in the pre-dawn winter hours to the muffled thrumming of my father’s car warming up in the driveway. In my mind I can picture the clouds of crystalline exhaust illuminated by the back porch light. I would lie snug in my bed and listen to the sounds of my father preparing to go to work: his step (the heaviest in the house) in the hallway, the jingle of the dozen or so keys on the big ring on his belt, the clink of a coffee cup being set down on the counter; finally the closing of the back door to mark his passing. It was familiar and unremarkable, and I would go back to sleep.<br />
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When I awoke again my mind was filled with my own thoughts and plans for the day. In this time my father owned his own business and was rarely home for supper. My brother and sister and I would eat with our mother, and go about our evening routine. I would often be in bed again when I heard him return. There would be the sounds of my mother frying him a steak, and of talking; their voices distinct, but not the words. Sometimes the tone was obviously my mother reciting the sins of the day, and if they were heinous enough, we would be summoned from our beds for the promised retribution of When Our Father Gets Home.<br />
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As a father now myself, I understand how this had to have been as unpleasant for him as it was for us. <br />
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During this time our father was a seldom seen force in our lives, operating outside our understanding, toward ends unknown. We would see him mostly on Sundays, and there was a feeling of awkwardness as if none of us were quite certain about how we should act. And yet there was always food on the table, a comfortable house, and clothes for every season, even though we gave little thought, or saw little connection, to how these things came to be. <br />
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It wasn’t until I was 11 or 12 and old enough to go to work with my father that I really started to get to know him, and learn what a just and wonderful man he was. I admit he never seemed to be at a loss for things for me to do: pick up rocks and litter, sweep the drive, clean the restrooms for the rest of the workers and the guests. As I learned more about how to please him, my responsibilities and privileges grew. I came to know the special feeling of joining him in the early morning while everyone else was asleep as we got ready to go to “our” work. <br />
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I realize that not everyone has had that kind of relationship with their father. There are men I've come to know well who I have ministered with who have horrific tales of growing up with their fathers - if the father was even around at all. But let me tell you something I have learned:  the way I got to know my father is very similar to the way that I came to know God the Father. <br />
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In my early days, God, like my father, was an unseen presence operating just at the edge of my senses. I knew He was out there, but I didn’t know the connection between Him and the blessings in my life. My family would take me to church on Sunday, but just like with my own father, this was strange and uncomfortable, and I wasn’t really sure how I was supposed to act. <br />
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I’d hear the sermons and see God as some Great Hairy Thunderer, appearing suddenly to mete out some punishment and then disappearing until the next time, just like my father did when we had to get out of bed those times. Looking at it now, I see how much like a priest or minister my mother was. She was the contact between us kids and my dad, giving us a picture of him as she communicated his rules and assignments, waiting on him in the hours when we were asleep and oblivious. I knew of him, but I didn’t have a personal relationship with him until I began to align myself with the things that were important to him – in the same way my personal relationship with God developed. <br />
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And just like starting out with my father, I started out with God by doing the little things. Picking up, helping out, cleaning toilets. As I learned – and continue to learn – how to please Him, my responsibilties have also grown (though there are still opportunities to pick up, help out and clean toilets). <br />
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When I was a child, it never occurred to me that my father ever thought of me during the day or into those long night hours. Now I understand that what he did he did for me and my brother and sister, so that we could have security and an education and the things he thought we needed to be successful in our lives, whether we noticed or understood his sacrifice or not. I have peace knowing that the decisions he made were, if not always <i>the </i>best, were always <i>his </i>best. <br />
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Likewise it never occurred to me that God ever thought of me, or had a plan for me. How he must have waited in anticipation for me to recognize the sacrifice He made for me, the gifts he gave me, the security He gave me, the future He gave me. Ultimately, the job He gave me. <br />
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And while He has shown me how my relationship with Him and with my father have been similar, I know that His plan for me was unchanged, regardless of what my father did or didn’t do. Perhaps my childhood experiences were better than some people’s and worse than some others. I could ask, “Where would I be today if I had grown up with a father like one of the men I mentioned earlier had? Where would he be today if he had had my father? Somehow or another I think we'd be exactly where we both are today, side by side, doing what we're doing, not in spite of our fathers but because of Our Father Who Art in Heaven. <br />
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Don’t let bitterness, anger or frustration at what you had or didn’t have growing up hold you back from what God has – even if (especially if) your natural father is long dead. Don’t say, “Well, he made me this way,” when He has made you to be the light of the world. God the Father has a plan for each of us, something to impart to us, and something for us to impart to those coming after us. Listen for His footsteps, watch for His blessings, get up early in the morning and meet Him. There is much work to be done. ]]></content:encoded>
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<dc:date>2006-04-18T03:04+00:00</dc:date>
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Buffy Holt of Plain Simple English is in London and posted <a href="http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/2006/04/14/3pm/">this exquisite photo</a> from inside Westminster Cathedral at 3:00 p.m. on Good Friday. The image is peaceful and meditative but what I found most interesting is that the church is all but empty during the <a href="http://www.westminstercathedral.org.uk/images/events/events_lent_2006_times.jpg">scheduled </a> Celebration of the Lord's Passion. <br />
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What made this so interesting to me was that I had been thinking a lot last week about our all-too-human instinct to take something transcendent and turn it into tradition, and the photo reminded me of something a friend of mine had said several years ago along the lines of how we start with a movement, turn it into a monument and before you know it it becomes a mausoleum. Such is the affect of the traditions of man on the things of God. <br />
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Though the picture was of Westminster Cathedral, I don't single out any religion or doctrine for this fault because it is common to all men and women (though, biblically, you might be able to make a case that women are less susceptible). You could see it happening even before Jesus was crucified, such as the dinner in Bethany (Matthew 26:6-13) when the woman anointed him with expensive oil and was berated by some disciples who took Jesus' teaching to care for the poor and fashioned it into an on-the-spot doctrine that missed what the Spirit was doing (though the woman didn't). Later, at the last supper (John 13:1) Jesus went to wash the feet of his disciples and Peter at first refused because such behavior didn't line up with his thinking of what was proper (though you'd think if the Lord wanted to do something a certain way these guys by now would have learned to let him). When Jesus tells Peter that he must allow it or have no part in Jesus' plan Peter careened over to the other ditch, telling Jesus to not just wash his feet but his hands and head as well. Again Jesus had to pull Peter back from taking a simple idea and going off in his own direction with it. <br />
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Later, after Passover and the sabbath, Mary gathered embalming oils and spices and set off for the tomb to honor and preserve the body according to their tradition. Even though Jesus had told her and the disciples what was going to happen, she thought of him as dead. As much as she loved Jesus and grieved for him she forgot what he said and set out to do what she thought was right and necessary until the angel spoke to her and reminded her (Luke 24:5-8). To her credit, she quickly embraced the new reality and hurried to tell the disciples who, because they couldn't wrap their minds around it, dismissed her words as idle tales (24:11). <br />
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The disciples at Bethany, Peter seated before the basin, and Mary with her spices were all trying to do what they thought was right and proper, and that is how most religious traditions begin. It is all too easy for us to become like the Pharisees, observing the law to the letter and missing the spirit of the law entirely. It does have a way of sneaking up on you, though. Even as individuals we quickly develop our own habits and customs in how we relate to God and try so hard to reason out the things we don't understand that we, like the disciples on the road to Emmaus, don't recognize Jesus when he is sitting right in front of us (Luke 24:30). I can say this with complete boldness because I know it applies to my life. I've found that if there's anything more draining to my faith than the traditions of man it is probably the traditions of <i>me</i>. <br />
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Tradition can be good, of course. The Passover, for example, was of God because it reminded the Israelites of his mercy and provision, and the spilling of the blood of a perfect lamb on the door mantle to save the first-born foreshadowed the blood of the perfect lamb and the sacrifice of God's first-born to save us. Nor is this to say that everything old is suspect and we need to go running willy-nilly after every new thing; one path may lead to stagnation but the other can lead to outright heresy. The fault in both is losing sight of Christ and his word and being too quick to add our own refinements based on our own reasoning or even our experience ("well, it's always worked fine when I've done it like this before"). This eventually leads to our faith being in our habits and not in the source of our being, hence the movement becomes a monument and the monument eventually becomes a mausoleum. And there ain't nothing but dead people in there. ]]></content:encoded>
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<title>Filings: If I may have a word</title>
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<dc:date>2006-04-12T18:04+00:00</dc:date>
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A friend is going through a challenging time and asked me to pray for him. It wasn't a toss-off request like I hear sometimes where someone casually asks, "say a prayer" without much expectation that I or someone will pray or that it will have any affect, and not a blanket request such as those that sometimes go out as if in the hopes that if enough prayers go up God will be moved (as if He has a magic number in mind unknown to us and is sitting up there going "999,997, ...998, ...999, 1,000,000! Ok, guess it's time to help out on that tax audit. No, wait a minute, that was a prayer for healing; they're still 200,000 prayers short.") <br />
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My friend's request was sincere in the hope and expectation that change was not only possible but that help would indeed be on the way. I share that expectation and agreed to pray. In my life and that of my family I've seen prayers big and small answered regularly, sometimes dramatically and sometimes in surprising ways. It's not because I'm especially righteous or, given my advertising background, really good at coming up with juicy phrases that really "sell" God on the idea. Instead my experience is that the best prayers are the ones the line up with scripture, aka the word of God. <br />
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In Isiah 55:11, God says His word does not return to Him void, but accomplishes what He desires. Another scripture says there is no word of God that is not able to be. Once I understood the power that was in His word I stopped praying in terms of my "wish" list and tried to line up with His "will" list; how did my needs or the needs I was praying for fit with what His word said? I realized that God does not look after our needs to fulfill them. If that was the case, who would still have needs? No, I believe God looks after His word to perform it. This could easily get into a long, minimally useful discussion of doctrine and works and that's not what I'm trying to stir up. My point is that I've seen the most change in my life and in others when my prayers are pulled from scripture and not from my imagination. <br />
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In my friend's case, while I know his request is aimed at a specific need right now, I believe the answer he's looking for is included in a much larger package. It is a major challenge in his life, however, and too big to trust to my smooth words or big thoughts. Instead I'm praying for him using the words of a guy who knew a thing or two about getting God's attention: the apostle Paul. My family and I have used the following prayers for ourselves and others often and seen great things happen as a result. Understand, however, that my faith isn't in the writer of the words or the words themselves, but in the Author. I include these prayers here for your reference as well; pray them for yourself, your family, your friends, your church, and especially for your enemies! "Imagine" what these words would look like if they came to pass in their lives!<br />
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*  <i>Insert your name, or the name of the person you’re praying for.</i><br />
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<b>Ephesians 1:15-19</b><br />
For this reason, ever since I heard about  *’s  faith in the Lord Jesus and  *’s  love for all the saints, I have not stopped giving thanks for  *,   remembering  *   in my prayers. I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give  *  the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that  *  may know Him better. I pray also that the eyes of  *’s  heart may be enlightened in order that  *  may know the hope to which He has called  *,  the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and His incomparably great power for those who believe.<br />
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<b>Phillipians 1:9-11</b><br />
This is my prayer: that  *’s  love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that  *  may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ - to the glory and praise of God. <br />
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<b>Colossians 1:9</b><br />
For this reason, since the day we heard about *, we have not stopped praying for * and asking God to fill * with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that * may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please Him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to His glorious might so that * may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified * to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light. For He has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.<br />
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<b>Ephesians 3:14</b><br />
For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom His whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen  *  with power through His Spirit in  *’s  inner being, so that Christ may dwell in  *’s  heart through faith. And I pray that  *,  being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that  * may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. <br />
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Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.<br />
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