Name Calling

One evening I heard my kids fighting about something. They were calling each other names like, “You Meanie!”, etc. I called for a time-out and we all sat down to talk about it. I said to my daughter, “Listen, if I told your brother to tell you to do something right after you called him bad names, would you do it?” She had calmed down by then and answered me honestly, “No.” I asked the same of my sons and they too answered, “No.” But then I asked them if they would obey their sibling after they had said all kinds of good things about them, and they all said, “Yes.”

There was so much truth in that short intervention. Obedience is why we go to Church, read the Bible, and worship. Communion, prayer, all the practices and disciplines of the Faith like fasting and offerings are centered on it.

Over the years I’ve heard all kinds of debates over worship music. I’ve also heard many recent thoughts currently dominating the scene of how we corporately interact with God: “Calling down heaven”, “Seeking His presence”, etc. These seem like good things to me, but along with just singing a tune, it has very little to do with obedience. Should we then save worship singing for only those who are perfect? It would be a solemn service practicing the sacrament of silence if we did.

It seems more fruitful to me to corporately and individually speak good things about God no matter the circumstances. It all lines us up for obedience when no other eyes are watching but His.

So no matter the style: one word over and over or doctrine loaded hymns, as long as it is a good Name we are calling Him by, may it lead us to obedience. Let us lay it down before His throne and use it to help us carry our crosses till we see Him face to face.

Psalm 40:1-17
Luke 14:1-34

The Twisted Lock

LORD, I don’t want to be that guy. I don’t want to be filled with fear because of a past I can’t shake. I don’t want to bury mine because I’m afraid I’ll lose it again. The servant buried his because ‘life isn’t fair’. Do I do it for anything less? I don’t want to be that guy. I don’t want to watch for others to fail. I don’t want to speak poison into those who have not experienced my past like a dead leaf trapping a Mayflower. I don’t want to be that guy…

Oh Jacob Marley, why did you only warn Scrooge about one side of greed? Surely you knew more. Surely you saw others floating in the afterlife, those who because of sorrow have robbed the rest of the world of that which the LORD sought to give. What chains of burden shackle them?

Oh Greed, in each hand you grip those who have gained and those who have lost. They both, in turn, grasp onto that which they cannot bear to lose and can never keep. And for those who spread only the ashes, those Keepers of the Ash, like Shimei son of Gera, they proclaim of the palaces of faith they once had now burned to the ground. They curse God and choose not to build anymore, neither on the rock or sand. It made no difference before. In their greed, they believe ash is all they can cling to. Ash can’t be destroyed, it is destruction.

“One can’t lose if one doesn’t have”, like a Muddy Waters’ song it speaks a dark comfort to the bereaved and the cowardly. Such a twisted lock the devil has made: if you are advanced, you willfully take a step back. An evil doubt and fear-driven Hokey Pokey. A bit of madness keeps them dancing. Fully manifested they will target those who are blessed and tear at them with all their strength. For them, the ones who are blessed are the lie. They would crucify again the perfect One to satisfy their rage at this imperfect world.

Oh Marley were you too afraid to mention the bonds crafted on those Scrooge neglected? His misdeeds did more than cause deprivation. Your story fails to mention that they also gave rise to a lust rivaling that of Jezebel’s. Naturally one cannot be responsible for another’s actions, unless it is as an avalanche caused by a small stone. Marley, you wicked witness! You are in death what you were in life. Ever closing your eyes to the truth and only seeing that which will change your name in the history books. Did you see Hezekiah there, casting small insignificant stones upon a mountainside just waiting to crumble?

May I leave such paths behind, may they ever remain ‘the road not taken’. May any bond, any shackle, any chain that has ever been forged for me by my own actions, be loosed in Jesus’ name. I want to be born again. I want to be free from a past that mocks hope. I want to run and jump like a deer. I want to “taste and see that the LORD is good”. I want to see Scripture fulfilled in my days. I want to witness the good plans He has for me. I want to become the man with 5 minas turned to 10. I want to have to build extra barns to hold the incoming harvest.

Yes LORD, I want to believe again in Your goodness. For You alone are God, whether or not any of this ever makes sense. May Your Name be praised.