Never Sleeps

While a pastor on the Fort Berthold Reservation I was honored with the Indian name, "NeverSleeps". It was primarily because I was often responding to particular needs in the middle of the night.

Even more relevant, the Lord Himself, Maker of all, "Never Sleeps".

Surely you know.
Surely you have heard.
The Lord is the God who lives forever,
who created all the world.
He does not become tired or need to rest.
No one can understand how great his wisdom is.

Isaiah 40:28

Welcome to every reader. I am a simple follower of Jesus. He is perfect, I often fall short.

Showing posts with label hypocrisy. Show all posts
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Friday, June 21, 2019

Overburdened


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Overburdened

Jesus said, “How terrible it will be for you experts in the Law, too! You load people with burdens that are hard to carry, yet you don’t even lift a finger to ease those burdens.” Luke 11:46

There is one word that describes Jesus’ strong message aimed at the Pharisees and teachers of the law: hypocrisy. Time and time again he tells them that their actions do not match their teaching. He excoriates them for looking good on the outside but inside are “full of greed and evil”. He says they “neglect justice and the love of God.” They love to be noticed in the marketplace; they teach others but are unteachable themselves.

Jesus uses a picture common to the customs of the day. They “load people with burdens” in the same way a person would load up a donkey, camel or other beast of burden to the point where it could hardly move. As they traveled down the road, the owner would walk alongside, carrying nothing himself, berating and beating the animal if it slowed down or stopped, with no concern for the animal’s feelings or welfare.

The religious leaders had encumbered people in the same way, with “burdens too hard to carry.” The NLT paraphrases it this way, “You crush people with impossible religious demands.” There are two ways they did this. First, they would insist on “eye for an eye” punishment for any infraction of the Law. They had forsaken justice and mercy, having boiled God’s word down to a list of moral duties that they themselves were not able to keep. In other words, they had forsaken humanity itself.

It goes without saying that we need laws and guidelines for life. We need guide rails to keep us on track and to prevent us from falling over the edge. But when the law becomes more important than people, we have created an idol of the law.

This is what the Pharisees did with the Sabbath. When Jesus healed on the Sabbath, they accused him of breaking God’s law. Jesus healed a paraplegic who had never walked. The man, joyful over his healing, picked up his mat (the bed upon which he slept and from which he begged), and began to walk home. Because it was the Sabbath, the Pharisees singled him out for judgment and criticism. No rejoicing that God had healed a suffering man, only idolatrous worship of “the law”.

This led into the second way in which they loaded people down. Not only did they elevate the law over human need, but they added their own traditions to it. A person could not carry a burden on their shoulders on the Sabbath, nor with their “left of right hand”, but if it could be carried with a single finger, this was allowed. They accused Jesus’ disciples of “doing work” on the Sabbath when they took a few grains from a stalk of wheat to eat. They were “harvesting” on the Sabbath.

But Jesus tells them that they load people down, doing nothing to actually help them carry the very loads they have created. The limit of a Sabbath day’s journey was 2,000 cubits (about 1,000 yards) from a person’s residence. The religious leaders created their own loophole. They would tie a rope across the end of the street, the end of the street became his residence, and he could go 1,000 feet beyond that.

These loopholes, of course, were reserved only for the religious elite. For the common folk they would not even lift a finger to “ease those burdens.”

Imagine a church that has a small storage shed on its property. It is discovered that a homeless young man has been sleeping in it over the winter. He also has a relationship of several years with both the church and its pastor but did not have “permission” to sleep in the shed. Now imagine that one or more of the church leaders discover the situation. They immediately react with “this cannot happen!” The young man is expelled from the shed. Oh, and no further ideas are floated about how to actually help the young man.

Is it possible that we, too, load people with burdens and do not lift a finger to help them?

Imagine a church where people are taught that evolution is evil and demonic. That church hosts a “Creation Seminar” and invites area pastors and churches to attend. But, as it turns out, the seminar does not simply show evidences for a Creator. It is a diatribe against any view other than 6,000-year-old earth. It forces anyone who disagrees to be seen as an outsider even though neither the Bible nor Science advocate for such a young earth.

Is it possible that we, too, load people with burdens and do not lift a finger to help them?

More importantly, though, is what is currently taking place at our southern border. Yesterday, a Federal career attorney with the Department of Justice actually got up and argued before the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals that the following met their interpretation of "safe and sanitary" for children:
1. Providing no bedding and forcing the children to sleep on a concrete floor
2. Lights on 24/7
3. Cooling the room to extremely low temperatures (the infamous "Freezers" are kept at about 55, it's unclear the exact temp involved here but everyone agreed it was cold)
4. Providing only an aluminum "blanket"
5. Refusing to provide soap
6. Refusing to provide toothbrushes or toothpaste

Reread that list. Now imagine if anyone treated your child or grandchild this way. How can anyone make the arguments that this is an acceptable way to treat a child. How can any of my fellow citizens be okay with this? And, more to the point, how can any follower of Christ support an administration willing to load this ugly, sinful burdens upon innocent children? This is tidal wave of evil that a great many are cheering, or pretending does not matter.

Yes, it is possible. We are loading people with burdens and not lifting a finger to help them.

Here is how Jesus said he helped those who are burdened:

“Come to me, all of you who are weary and loaded down with burdens, and I will give you rest. Place my yoke on you and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble, and you will find rest for your souls, because my yoke is pleasant, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

Jesus takes our burdens. Let us be like Jesus.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Strange Menus

“You blind guides! You strain out a gnat but swallow a camel!” Matthew 23:24

People are fond of pointing out the hypocrisy among church-goers. On a recent Family Feud broadcast 100 people were asked, “Where would you be most likely to find the most sinners?” The number one answer was “the church”, with 29 people giving the response. Nine answered, “in hell”. I’m sure a few viewers sighed, huffed, or threatened to boycott the game show. I am certain many other were quite tickled and laughed out loud.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Just in Case

Just in Case

(“But I gave them this command: Obey me, and I will be your God and you will be my people. Walk in obedience to all I command you, that it may go well with you.” Jeremiah 7:23)

The world smiles like a museum with all
the still life behind glass. There’s no point in reading photographs
when the mammoths are all dead or millennia asleep.

The church smells like cinnamon and coffee with
all the saints lined after line. There’s no point in reading liturgy
when we entertain from sanctified stages. I do love theater,
just the same.

All I would truly do, I still make sure I do with a point
upstairs. God is my token, an amulet worn around my neck
to show up in photographs published by amateurs
who take all I say as evidence. All I say as witness.

All I say as elephant gray standing in the way of
my postcard behavior.

Why obey what God didn’t say? And, why, of course,
point His way if there is no certainty at all. But we keep
our candles lit just in case,
hum our hymns, rework the words, to keeps us
comfortable between truth and idols.

I am the worst, I am the first at scraping my knees and
calling it prayer.
I lead the line, my smile the fine wrinkle that I am holy
now, holier than thou, and have led the breadth and depth of
my scorecard behavior.


What if time has run out for my indulgence,
and the next word is the last evidence of my existence?
What if I leave the museum pieces, untie my laces
and share a slice of pie with the unknown injured,
whose face I’ve known for ages.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Three Shelves


Three Shelves

(“’And now entreat the favor of God, that he may be gracious to us. With such a gift from your hand, will he show favor to any of you?’ says the Lord of hosts.” Malachi 1:9)

Isn’t it a heavy commentary, filling at least three shelves on a pastor’s bookcase,
saved up for, referenced over and over the first ten years, then unopened after
finding the groove and exploiting the popular. We refer to the Hebrew,
missing the irony in our entreaties. We explain the Greek, and for another dime,
you can buy,
on your way by the hospitality booth
a stapled tome squeezing the last life out of our
twisted recitation of reverence.

Isn’t it a well-dressed diorama, perfectly stuffed with bleached newsprint,
bones connected to calculated concrete to supply the effect which we
just have not found yet,
still underground yet,
and we will add them as soon as we find them,
and we will show you how we still know you would
see it our way.

Isn't it a bulldozer honor, the emcee rises with appreciation on his plate,
appointed to speak, well. Appointed to speak well of the one who led
them so far this far. So far, he’s only talked about himself. “And so, Moses,
here is the card we all signed.” The bulldozer turns, grunts and sits quickly;
the leader is frozen, and it is well past noon until anyone takes another breath.

Isn't it a pale righteousness, the hurt and washless occupation we cover with our
second-hand masks. Dad gave it to Mom, Dad died. Mom gave it to me, Mom died.
I believe, I’ll scratch my chin, I’ve given it to my kids: all three…first with pride.
But now I feel the blood leaving my face; the disgraceful way I never controlled
my passion, my smug, my rhetoric, my hugs meant to welcome, then turn you
to invest in your own

Second-hand masks to hand down with a shrug. “After all, a man of God
told me all about them.”

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

"Let Go of Living"

Luke 9:23

“Jesus said to everyone, ‘All who want to come after me must say no to themselves, take up their cross daily, and follow me.’” Luke 9:23

A young child asked a woman how old she was. She answered, “39 and holding.” The child thought for a moment, then said, “And how old would you be if you let go?”

Monday, July 2, 2012

Of Unholy Forwards and Gossip at a National Level


Of Unholy Forwards and Gossip at a National Level

(“John the Baptizer came and did not eat the usual food or drink wine. And you say, ‘He has a demon inside him.’” Luke 7:33)

The president speaks and we would rather
drop his words on the asphalt, stirred up with the hot
summer sunshine, and serve them back as if we
were there, front and center, heard every word,
counted the freckles in his eyes, and deflected his inflections
in forwarded emails so every gullible saint

Would know the truth that
we took the time to manufacture.

Snapshots with colors (greenish squirrels) prove
the acid rained exactly how we prophesied.


Let the bragging begin, if the church service is just an hour
only handfuls of god hang around long enough to overcome
the caffeine’s fine effects.
At an hour and a half, it is so long we lost our lunch reservations,
and the roast burnt t-bone, the stew dried in the crockpot while the
crackpot
pastor spoke too long.
But run up to three hours or four and the Holy Spirit has locked the door,
no leakage or early exits, God has broken through our resistant noggins.
We judge so well, that every song, announcement, prayer and sermon
is measured in Olympic style; (poor preacher who thought God could
help him make the point in 20 minutes, and excuse the good people to
ruminate the good food from Heaven’s Bread at home. The Sermon on the Mount
takes 15 minutes read.)

Did I leave you there? Were you still wondering about snapshots and
presidential pardons? Were you still snipping buds behind your back
in the Federal Rose Garden?

Some women spend little and mean it. Some men eat less without pretense.
Some men consort with the sinners, the poor, the abused by gossip that other
saints vilify and demean it.
Some women like a Chardonnay with dinner, but when the pictures are taken
they are lushes in future tense.

I have never hated a president (it’s true), and never thought one to be the
anti-christ (even truer). But I’ve come near an unholy rage when those whose
faith is always italicized cannot disagree with humility, and start their sentences
(after counting the freckles in your eyes) with,

“Now, I’m not saying he is the anti-christ…

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Disinherit Now!


Disinherit Now!

(“Above all else, cherish intense love for one another, for love covers up a mass of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8)

Are you really going to throw him out?
Disinherit him and carry him to the limit,
to the cliff, to the sidewalk curb and leave him,
brown socks and flannel shirt, to look for a dangerous bed
somewhere in the city?

Did you say he is gay, and there is no way you will allow
such an abomination living under your brand new roof,
the crown you devoted to God-first and family-second, as if
God wants your weeping boy out in the cold anyone,
no one knows where they will find him
or his body
when you hope to seat him the day before Thanksgiving.
(You never said he couldn’t eat at a table running with gravy,
so long as he was gone by nightfall).

And for those who read this (the few), I had planned to write
a jolly ditty, and celebrate love; the way it lifts the clouds or
sings above the fogs; the way it keeps the flowers in bloom at the courthouse
till nearly a week after January 1.

But then I read of homeless shelters in Minneapolis, maybe more,
where a third served there, in the shelter, in the cold, the upper frozen
where sidewalks cannot support winter mattresses; a third served there
are L&G&B&B who came out to their families and their families misinterpreted
it as slap in the face of their good name!

How many sins, if you believe they are sins, would be warmly covered
by families who loved the way a certain Father welcomed a vagrant son

And

Turned it around a long time ago…ran away from home, sought the homeless life
and had no shelter yet but an arid memory. How will we keep our own who say
they just cannot live the way we expected? Will Extravagance win the day,
or will we send them soon so another homeless shelter can feed them

What we refused to prepare.