Author: rogerbothwell_kiywit

The current world record for the fastest time running and winning a marathon is 2 hours and 2 minutes and 57 seconds.  The four men who last broke the marathon record were wearing Adidas shoes. However, Nike has just unveiled a new shoe designed to aid runners in breaking the two hour barrier. The question has arisen, “Will these new shoes give a runner an unfair advantage?” 
 
I certainly wouldn’t know, but I know I love having an advantage when facing any challenge.  Diligently studying before a major exam is definitely an advantage over a casual student.  Having a GPS in one’s pocket when in a forest is surely an advantage over someone wandering in circles.  Here is my favorite. “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.”  Galatians 2:20.
 
When we are determined to be more Christ-like, when we are struggling with a major temptation, when we long for victory over self, when we want to show God how grateful we are for the gift of salvation, when we want to be a better person and aren’t doing so well, – then it’s time to take advantage of the advantage offered us.  Real victory happens when Jesus lives in us.  The victory that follows isn’t because we are so determined, disciplined and stoic; it’s because we have an advantage.  Is it an unfair advantage?  Not in the least.  Jesus earned the right to live within us by His sacrifice on the cross. He waits for an invitation.  He said, “I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in.”  Revelation 3:20.  Now that’s what I call having a wonderful advantage.

When my older son was very small he loved collecting stamps.  He, literally, spent hours sorting and resorting by changing categories. My wife’s father also had a significant collection, especially concentrating on the stamps of the Caribbean and Central America. One year for Christmas he gave them to my son.  It was a huge box with thousands of stamps. My son never played with his stamps again.  It was no longer the fruit of his efforts it was the fruit of his grandfather’s.
 
When we are small we often say to our parents, “Let me.”  We want to do it.  There is little joy in someone doing it for us.  We love to master something and then say, “Daddy, watch me.”  Perhaps this is part of the reason most religions of the world are focused on works.  And Christianity, the only religion not relying on works, is often polluted by manmade rules of don’t eat this or drink that.  We are instructed to make some manner of atonement to show our sorrow for our sins.
 
Paul addressed this to the church of Colossi. It was obvious someone was perverting the pure Gospel Paul had taught and so Paul wrote, “Therefore do not let anyone judge you by what you eat or drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a New Moon celebration or a Sabbath day. These are a shadow of the things that were to come; the reality, however, is found in Christ.”
 
Contrary to our desire to do it ourselves, salvation is not a do it yourself project.  It is the one thing, the most valuable thing, we cannot do ourselves.  We must acknowledge our inability and let Jesus do it for us.

Robert Frost’s famous poem The Road Not Taken ends with the classic lines, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”  I cannot tell how many times through the years I have heard people reference this passage to themselves.  I have never heard anyone say they took the road most traveled.  We love ourselves and think we are very unique from all others. And while that is true in a limited sense but the larger truth is we are all alike.  If this were not true there could not be medical science.  We need to be like each other so doctors can diagnose our problems because we have symptoms that digress from the norm.  Without norms it would be impossible to help the ill.
 
The same is true psychologically.  Without norms we couldn’t know when and how someone was maladjusted and what to do to help them.  It is an extremely rare person who does not automatically use Freud’s ego-defense mechanisms.  But it seems that our love for ourselves deceives us into thinking we are outliers several standard deviations above the norm.  We are the protagonist of our life story and therefore we think we took the road less traveled.  It blinds us to the reality of the millions of others crowding the same road as we. Yes – it is true each of us is a unique one of a kind being and the irony is that very uniqueness is what makes us the same as others.
 
When God made us He said, “Let us make man in our image.”  Man was a distinctly new creature different from angels and other heavenly beings described in the book of Revelation.  We must accept the gift of eternal life so we can meet those others.  It will be an eternity of discovery.

It’s 7:00 PM and I haven’t eaten for several hours.  I’m working on getting my best suit to fit again.   The network evening news is finished and before I can find the remote I am under attack by Friendly’s restaurant.  Right there in front of me in glorious hi-definition color are three scrumptious slices of French toast layered in whipped cream.  Heaps of bright red strawberries dripping with vivid red syrup slowly dripping down the side of the toast are sensually placed in front of me.  Where is this company’s moral code?  Have they no sense of honor?  Can I not be safe in the sanctuary of my own home without being enticed beyond my mortal strength?  I am reacting like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
 
I will be the master of my own destiny.  The spirit is willing but the flesh is so weak.  Psalm 1:1 is playing itself out.  I am sitting in the seat of the hungry and I will not yield.   Not only will I not go to Friendly’s (only 2 miles away) I will not go to my fridge and stare inside. There is some fantastic left-over coleslaw and I shall not look.  Well, maybe just a taste.  And there it is – “Just a taste.”   One bite leads to a second bite and the game is over and I have lost. 
 
One would think my advanced years would have diminished my appetite.  Not so. I don’t want to be the master of self for that reason.  I want to with Paul, “offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.”   But I can’t.  And so I return to the only solution possible – rely on the inner working of the Holy Spirit.  It’s the only way. 

Five hundred and one years ago Martin Luther, then a professor at Wittenberg, began to explain to his students Paul’s letter to the Romans.  It was Romans 1:17 that ignited Luther’s quest to reform Christianity, “For in the gospel the righteousness of God is revealed–a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: ‘The righteous will live by faith.’”  Luther’s commentary on Romans was the fruit of those lectures. 
 
He begins his introduction with the following challenge.  “This Epistle is really the chief part of the New Testament and the very purest Gospel, and is worthy not only that every Christian should know it word for word, by heart, but occupy himself with it every day, as the daily bread of the soul. It can never be read or pondered too much, and the more it is dealt with the more precious it becomes, and the better it tastes.”
 
At times I fear we are all a bit like Peter, who declared that Paul could be quite difficult to understand. See II Peter 3:16.  For those of us who are not as brilliant as Paul, we might want to begin by concentrating on some of the more familiar passages in Romans and then expand out from them.  The end of chapter 8 is a great passage. “No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
 
I know that is a very familiar text so that makes it a great place to start.  That’s good pedagogy.

I have to confess that sometimes David fills me with frustration.  I read Psalm 17 and wonder if this man lived in denial.  Please note.  “Hear me, LORD, my plea is just; listen to my cry.  Hear my prayer— it does not rise from deceitful lips. Let my vindication come from you; may your eyes see what is right.  Though you probe my heart, though you examine me at night and test me, you will find that I have planned no evil; my mouth has not transgressed. Though people tried to bribe me, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent through what your lips have commanded.  My steps have held to your paths; my feet have not stumbled.”

He must have had a selective memory.  What about the lies he told to Achish when he was robbing surrounding cities and killing everyone so they couldn’t tell on him?  See I Samuel 27.  In Psalm 51 he is repenting for the sin of having Uriah the Hittite, killed to cover up his affair with Uriah’s wife.  In his confession he says, “I know my wrong-doing, and my sin is always in front of me. I have sinned against You, and You only. I have done what is sinful in Your eyes.”  Really?  “You only.”  What about Uriah?  Didn’t he sin against him?

What was he thinking?  We cannot lie to God.  He knows everything about us.  Psalm 17 doesn’t say as much about David as it does about God.  God is gracious.  God is merciful.  God is wonderful to tolerate us.  If you are ever discouraged about your sinful past, just remember God’s care for David and I promise you, you are going to be taken care of.  God doesn’t play favorites.  You have it made.

It is fascinating that we consider the Psalms to be Scripture.  The Psalms were authored by quite an assembly of people.  Normally we think of David, but there was a nameless afflicted man (102), Moses (90), Ethan (89), the Sons of Korah (several), someone named Asaph (83) and others.  Most of Psalms were written for use by musical groups.  They were a Hebrew hymnbook.
  
I was thinking about this while browsing through a modern hymnbook.  Once again there is quite a variety of writers from the Wesley brothers to Martin Luther and Fanny Crosby.  How many centuries have to pass before they will be looked upon as inspired enough to be Scripture?   Some of them have incredibly inspiring theology.  My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less by Edward Mote is excellent.  “My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus name. On Christ the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.”
 
Some of the more familiar hymns become such a part of our thinking we often sing them without thinking about the words.  Our brain goes into automatic drive and the words mindlessly pop out of our mouths.  I have discovered it is a real blessing to sometimes not sing the hymn but just read the words.  Our brains are forced to use a different area other than the music area.  Edward Mote’s hymn could remind us that salvation is only possible via the blood and righteousness of Jesus.  We would be reminded not to think so highly of ourselves and instead be “Clad in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne.”

For Christmas my son gave us an Amazon Echo with light bulbs for the kitchen.  We have been able to turn on the kitchen lights with a voice command.  It has been very cool.  But tonight it stopped working.  The Echo tells me there is no connection. I am into almost two hours of frustration and still don’t have it.  In the setup process I need user names and passwords.
 
I am so glad prayer doesn’t work this way.  The Echo hears me and God hears me.  The Echo says I’m not connected and God never ever says such a thing.  We are always connected and we don’t need a password or a user name.  He not only knows our names he knows how many hairs are growing out of our ears.   One of my favorite quotations from a book entitled Desire of Ages (a biography of Jesus) is found on page 335.  Jesus was sleeping in the bow of a fishing boat when a horrendous storm overwhelmed the sailor skills of the disciples.  Remembering that He was with them they cried out above the roar of the storm, “Lord, save us: we perish.”  Now comes the really good sentence.  “Never did a soul utter that cry unheeded.” 
 
That is overwhelming to me because of the word “never”.  There is no ritualized language, no addressing Him by some secret name, no password or secret handshake.  All that is needed is our fervent need.  The faintest prayer of the weakest soul receives an immediate audience in the hallowed halls of heaven.  We might not get an immediate physical rescue on earth but we can be guaranteed the best answer ever.  There will be an instant forgiveness of sin and we will step from death to eternal life.  See John 5:24.   It doesn’t get any better than that.

Last night was one of those really dark nights.  My dog and I were out for a late night walk when she stopped, raised her hackles and uttered her fiercest low growl.  I carry a small flash light to turn on in case a car comes by.  I want to make sure the driver sees us.  But something else was seeing us.  As I swept the area with the light I suddenly saw the reflection of six eyes pointed in our direction.  The owners were about eighteen inches tall and silent.  I’m pretty sure if I had hackles they would have matched my dog’s.  Ever so vigilantly we retreated back home.
 
It is not the first time we have encountered coyotes but this was the first time more than one; at least that I noticed. How often are we unaware of being watched?  In the workplace, in our neighborhoods, people are observing.  We think our behavior and attitudes don’t matter, but they do matter, especially if people know we are Christians.

A really good kind of watching is “He who watches over you will not slumber;” Psalm 121:3.  That kind of watching doesn’t cause us to vigilantly retreat.  That is unless our path is somewhere we should not be.  Psalm 1:1 describes that in three ways.  “Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers.”  If that was our path then we should flee as quickly as possible. What joy we have in Jesus’ words, “Lo, I am with you always. Even unto the end of the world.”  I like that kind of watching.

Have you ever heard a sermon so good deacons should have passed out Nexium to people on the way out of church?  Just in case you don’t watch the network evening news let me explain that Nexium is a remedy for heartburn.   Cleopas and his companion spent late Sunday afternoon with the resurrected Jesus.  He gave them a Bible study that was so intense and so meaningful they rushed back to the disciples and described it as, “And they said one to another, Did not our hearts burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?”
 
Sometimes the power of the Holy Spirit sweeps over a congregation and the word is so wonderful we can barely contain ourselves. It’s all so joyful to have a Cleopas experience. I wish everyone could taste the presence of God as they listen to the story of Jesus.  I have heard some marvelous presentations on the typology of the sanctuary.   I can add to that psychological sermons dressed up with spirituality.  But, as good as they are they never make my heart burn as much as hearing about Jesus’ love and sacrifice.
 
If I could talk to all my preacher friends I would encourage them to hide their doctorates and just present the simplicity of that wonderful song we learned in Kindergarten.  “Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so.  Little ones to Him belong.  They are weak but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me.”   Now that makes my heart burn.  When I see Him reaching out and touching lepers, I am astonished and definitely in need of Nexium.