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.

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Showing posts with label respect. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

The Things that Make Peace


The Things that Make Peace

“But we must do the things that make peace and that help each other to do better.” Romans 14:19

If there is one thing I have learned from my extensive experience as a parent, pastor and manager in business, it is that criticism rarely motivates anyone to do better. What we often refer to as “constructive criticism” is usually our own complaint about someone and not something that helps them aim higher, and feel more enthusiastic or positive about life.

Think about the last bit of “constructive criticism” you received. Even if it was from someone you love and respect, what were your inner emotions? Did you feel nervous? Embarrassed? A desire to defend yourself, or deny that the criticism was valid? Don’t misunderstand; there are times for “constructive criticism”. But we often dive right in without considering how well our helpful hints might be received.

That is one reason that “peace” is mentioned so often in Scripture, for none of us live in isolation. We have families, neighbors, friends and co-workers. And, if we are following Christ, we have chosen to be closely tied with a group of fellow followers. Likened to a “body”, the church is made of up people who are connected to each other because they are committed to Jesus.

Our physical body is a complex organism of specialized cells. Some make up our muscles, some our blood, others include skin, hair and internal organs. But the communication network is our nervous system. Instructions flow by chemical and electrical impulse to and from the brain along thousands of nerves. They monitor our hunger, pain and sense of physical comfort. They send signals from our eyes to interpret the visible world. Our experience of life would be both limited and dangerous without the constant flow of information between body and brain.

Sometimes the chemicals that facilitate the transfer of information can be out of balance. This can be the cause for various mental challenges such as depression, anxiety, OCD, and others. Since I am neither a medical doctor or a biologist, please disregard any particulars I may have misstated.

But, here is the takeaway. Our physical body is one unit made of many connections. To function at its best, those connections need to be open and receptive. The same is true in personal relationships. We must “do the things that make peace” because they keep relationships open. They allow us to remain close, authentic and supportive.

Remember, when speaking of “peace”, the Biblical writers did not mean “no waves”. We often mistake avoiding conflict as “peaceful”. Think about it this way. Someone has said or done something that caused you a great deal of pain. But, you believe in being peaceful, so you keep it in, never bring it up, but also avoid the person as much as possible. Now, look inside; do you feel peaceful? Of course not! And, there is zero peace between you and the person either.

The idea of “peace” is Scripture has more to do with “wholeness” than it does with keeping the apple cart from tipping. We can even think of it as “balance”. So, the opposite of peace includes actions that minimize another person, that take away their “wholeness”. This is why Paul says to “do” the things that make for peace. If peace was just about “no conflict”, we wouldn’t have to do anything. We could stay home, sip our tea and grouse about that old hurt from ten years ago; all without disturbing the one who caused the hurt. But also, never becoming whole ourselves.

That’s why Paul adds, “help each other do better.” He didn’t say, “Lecture” about doing better, or “cajole”, “plead”, “manipulate”, or (fill in your favorite method of getting people to do what you want them to do.) No, he said “Help them.”

Do you hear that today? In every relationship, and especially in the Church, ask how you can help someone become the very best version of themselves possible. It will take practice, it will take commitment to each other, and it will take reliance, total reliance, upon Jesus who blesses “peacemakers”.


One last thought: It is really hard to practice this relational style of following Jesus if you aren’t with His followers on a regular basis. If you love Him, find a way to love His followers, getting together with them often. 

Monday, October 3, 2016

No One is Looking


No One is Looking

(“Our earthly fathers correct us, and we still respect them. Isn’t it even better to be given true life by letting our spiritual Father correct us?” Hebrews 12:9)

If I wish for just a few more moments,
a day, a weekend, eight days or seven,
I could prove to you I function better
with the pain annulled and my mind clearer.

And yet they ask me, in geometric proportions,
how I’m learning the lesson, with disguised assertions
about meaning and karma, all things and bad things
and the reasons they happen.

My answers are weaker as the pain has become
a red ribbon stretching past memory’s happy sky.
I have stop analyzing, asking why, and cry far more often
now that all my reasons have run dry.

Pain leaves me lonely, it is my only conversation.
8-5 is torture, my body an enemy-nation occupying the
joys once, the stories twice, and the months pass
faster while I wait for an explanation;

Or a new creation to take the leaden weight,
once free to think, beyond river’s rapport with the ocean.

I’ve cried at each limping interval;
the silence is unkempt and literal.
My sentences have no periods,
my commas are not large enough.
There are no interludes; only agony
without the ecstasy.

So, with faith a microbe and hope a single Pennsylvania firefly,
I wonder what You will do with me. Why you have done this to me.
For, in all honesty, I see no purpose now for this hotly searing
fire in my head
that sheds cold tears


When no one is looking.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Playing Nice

Playing Nice
Now, brothers and sisters, be filled with joy. Try to make everything right, and do what I have asked you to do. Agree with each other, and live in peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you.” 2 Corinthians 13:11

“If you kids can’t play together nicely, you can’t play together at all!” Most of us recognize Mom’s voice behind those words, don’t we? My brother is two and half years younger than me, and I’m afraid I took advantage of that age difference as we grew up. One sunny west Texas day, Joel and I were playing outside. He was about three and I was five or six. We had little metal cars and were creating streets in the dust for them. Eventually, growing tired of that, I started just throwing my car up in the air and watching it fall. One time, quite by accident, it fell right on top of his skull. The blood scared me to death. I don’t remember how many, but the little guy required stitches.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Slow Precision


Slow Precision

(“And he said to the human race, ‘The fear of the Lord—that is wisdom, and to shun evil is understanding.’” Job 28:28)

One day soon the soles of my shoes will
match up sure with the beats of my heart;
every path I’ve taken will imprint unshaken the
truth
discovered unhindered by fear of remonstration.
There was a graphic of a leaf, modern and one-dimensionally green;
single strokes made up each vein and the contours open and unconnected.

They were oblong like the blueberry leaf, toothless and smooth. No
shadow or relief, simple passes of the brush across the glass door they
adorned.

With a dozen or more slow curves the leaf took shape, breaking the space
between the glass invisibility.

What had taught my brain to perceive a leaf from an artist’s deft brush?
What had taught her brain besides, that I would recognize her green lines
and fill in the spaces?

And so a leaf grows from the branch of the blueberry, creation’s
perfection, the verdure open to the sky and spotted with indigo;
and so a leaf grows from nature’s design, flows through the human
curious mind, and lives upon glass that I pass from time to time.

The precision in Spring; buds, the leaves and blooms, and final;
the offering of her fruit in blue, the succulent sac where life
is wrapped, a hundred seeds to die in the dark ground again
to begin the precise pace of the next life which one artist
may rewrite again.

Shall I call truth the bush and folly the art? Does Creation own
the patent for awe, or may my fascination be also called
wonder at the works wrought by mere human fingerlings?

Wisdom is the slow precision, and waits like Spring
for the evidence to begin.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The Path of Love


“This is the teaching you have heard from the beginning: We must love each other.” 1 John 3:11
One of my least favorite phrases is, “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.” Don’t get me wrong, the dislike probably has more to do with my inner psyche than the words themselves. But, on some level, it seems they usually come at the end of an argument where two people not only will not budge concerning a subject, but also attach some judgment about the other person based on that opinion.