It is clear from Scripture that God is worthy to be praised, but why does he want to be praised? Indeed, why does he demand to be praised (cf. Deut 6:13)? The first commandment allows no room for any other gods besides Yahweh (cf. Exod 20:3). Such a claim seems narrow and exclusive in an age of pluralism and tolerance. Here’s a God who says that alternatives and substitutes are off limits to his people.
That raises the question of whether God is ego-heavy after all. Is he not humble? Is he needy in some way? Is he insecure? Why must he always get top billing? People who act like that are considered narcissistic. C. S. Lewis pondered the question, and he was troubled for some time by its possible implications. Is God, he wondered, like “a vain old woman seeking compliments?” After soaking his head in the book of Psalms, Lewis came to an insightful conclusion. In Reflections on the Psalms he writes:
“I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It is not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are; the delight is incomplete till it is expressed. It is frustrating to have discovered a new author and not to be able to tell anyone how good he is; to come suddenly, at the turn of the road, upon some mountain valley of unexpected grandeur and then to have to keep silent because the people with you care for it no more than for a tin can in the ditch; to hear a good joke and find no one to share it with. . . . The Scotch catechism says that man’s chief end is ‘to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.’ But we shall then know that these are the same thing. Fully to enjoy is to glorify. In commanding us to glorify Him, God is inviting us to enjoy Him.”
Is this the best Dad, ever? We often speak of the need to “create memories for our children” as one aspect of our parenting. I doubt these kids will ever forget this particular playdate with their father. Come to think of it, the wife will probably remember this event for a long time, too. (Sorry for the OMGs at the end.)
Kingdom hospitality is letting Jesus be gracious through you.
One day Jesus was walking along the road, and he came upon a man who was weeping. Jesus said, “What’s wrong, my child—why are you crying?” The man said, “I am blind; I cannot see.” So Jesus healed him, and he went away rejoicing.
Jesus then came upon a second man who was weeping, and he said, “What’s wrong, my child—why are you crying?” The man said, “I am lame; I cannot walk.” So Jesus healed him, and he went away rejoicing.
Jesus then came upon a third man who was weeping and he said, “What’s wrong, my child—why are you crying?” The man said, “I am a ministry volunteer at my church.” So Jesus sat down next to him and wept with him!
If you’ve ever given a significant amount of your time and energy to serve the Lord and help his church accomplish its mission, then maybe you can identify. And maybe your theme song goes something like this: Continue reading →
There’s been a lot of sickness in Northern Berks County these past several months, and I’ve had my share of it. Thankfully, I’m feeling a whole lot better these days, and it feels good to be productive again. I’d say I’m about 90 percent or so, which is a huge improvement.
Right before Christmas I had the same stomach bug that so many people around here seemed to get, but I healed up from that just in time for Christmas Eve, for which I was grateful. It was a long but wonderful evening, and I was able to enjoy our seasonal worship over the course of three services.
Then, on Christmas day, Sonya and I drove to North Carolina after serving at the Evans Retirement Home. That’s when I got a horrible case of bronchitis—away from the comforts of home. That condition led to a round of intense ear pressure, upper respiratory distress, and a near perforation of my right eardrum. I’ve had several perforations over the years, and they’re never fun.
After recovering from bronchitis, I thought it was time to go see the ENT doctor since the pressure in my ear had been so excruciating. This past Monday was the appointment. The doctor took one look in my ear and said, “Oh, Jesus!” I said, “Yeah, I really need him!” Continue reading →
O.k., four caveats lest I get pegged as “anti-scientific” for this post: (1) I love science and read as much of it as I can; (2) I took top science honors in my high school class of 665 students; (3) I was an engineering major in college before answering the call to pastoral ministry, so I do know some math, chemistry, and physics; and (4) I cringe when lovers of the Bible misread it (or over read it), as they clearly did in the days of Galileo. That fiasco still gets leveraged today by folks in heated discussions about faith and science.
That said, I think there’s something healthy and refreshing about the kind of skepticism David Berlinski brings to the theory of evolution. Berlinski (who is theologically agnostic) is an American philosopher, molecular biologist, educator, and author. His colleagues call him “incorrigible” for being such a gadfly when it comes to their settled scientific orthodoxies. I call him “a secular Berean” (cf. Acts 17:11).
After all these years, Berlinski still isn’t buying the claims of Neo-Darwinism. You might enjoy a good bit of this interview. It’s one of the most entertaining and educational things I’ve seen in a long time.
In 2012, Dan Wallace dropped a bombshell during a debate with Bart Ehrman. Ehrman had pointed out that our earliest copy of Mark’s Gospel is dated 140 years after the Gospel was first written. It’s a point often made by critics to show the unreliability of the New Testament. Wallace then revealed that he knew of a first-century copy of Mark’s Gospel that had been discovered. He also revealed that the document would be published in a forthcoming volume by E. J. Brill. The time gap between Wallace’s announcement and publication was due to the peer review process, but livescience.com reported the finding earlier this week. The fragment has been found on an Egyptian mummy mask made of papyrus.