Hold Tight the Kingdom

There are many unseen but real threats, but there are also unseen but real promises, and he who makes them says, “Behold, I am coming soon”
(Revelation 22:12).

Stuart McAllister  August 6, 2009 Slice of Infinity devotional from Ravi Zacharias International Ministries

What kinds of threats are unseen? Unseen in the sense that they are insidious, infiltrating our thinking without our conscious awareness? I think about American entitlement–the sense that we deserve the high standard of living we've enjoyed for the past fifty years. In one sense, we do, because we, as a culture, have worked hard and been full of energy and invention and productivity.

In another sense, though, there is the unfairness of hogging the resources of the world. That some of us cook on stoves while others cook on a ground fire is wrong. It is the way the world has been since the Fall, so it seems normal to us. Yes, the issues are enormous and political and complex, but it's still wrong. Entitlement threatens justice.

What real promises are we ignoring as we attempt to hold on to our materialism? I want to hold things lightly. I certainly enjoy cooking on my Kenmore stove rather than a wood fire in my backyard. And yet, why do I have that privilege while so many work much harder to prepare food for their children?

The lighter my grasp on this world's privileges, the tighter my grasp on what's coming. Recently, as Jerry and I admired Lake Michigan waterfront mansions, I said to him,

"If I did not believe in the Kingdom, I'd be jealous. I'd want to work for a cottage by the sea."

It is getting more and more real to me that the Kingdom both has come and is coming to this earth. That what God has in mind, that which is beyond our imagination, is this life, made new. (Isaiah 65:17) This life, where we all live in mansions by the sea. This life, fully submitted to our good and faithful Father. For his glory and our joy.

Maranatha, Jesus. Come. In your time, in your way, in accord with your purposes. Amen.


Head in the Sand?


ostrich Pictures, Images and Photos

Ostrich. What’s your first image? Heads in the sand? That's mine. Turns out, on further investigation, that I'm wrong. Reliable internet sources say it's not true. From Wikipedia:

"When lying down and hiding from predators, the birds lay their heads
and necks flat on the ground, making them appear as a mound of earth
from a distance. This even works for the males, as they hold their
wings and tail low so that the heat haze of the hot, dry air that often
occurs in their habitat aids in making them appear as a nondescript
dark lump. Contrary to popular belief, Ostriches do not bury their
heads in sand." 

So what's the deal with this photo that I got from Photobucket? Photoshopped? Looks like it. Man, ya got to check out everything these days. Who's telling the truth? What's really going on? 

Information flashes around the world practically at the speed of light in fiber-optic cables. But wisdom takes time. Time to accumulate in our hearts. Time to think through the data accumulating in our browsers. A photo, a saying, a bit of information might reflect reality, or it might not. How do we know what's solid enough to stand on?

Authority used to be a respected arbiter of truth. The authority of the
Catholic Church. The authority of teachers. The authority of the government.
The authority of information handed down from generation to generation.
Such as, "ostriches bury their heads in the sand." We’ve
lost faith in many authorities. And yet, we all count on those who, we believe,
know more than we do.

I'm changing my mind today. I'm gonna go with the authority
of Ostrich.com and Wikipedia.  I'm taking
my head out of the sand. Any “truth” you need to reconsider?


Father, thanks for being real and solid and the final authority. May your kingdom of wisdom come, in our lives, today.

Nobody Wants to Join This Club

Last week, we joined one of those clubs nobody wants to join. When Jerry's urologist opened up his laptop in his office last Tuesday afternoon, he glanced at the biopsy report and said, "Uh, oh." We knew. And we quickly learned about Gleason numbers, and brachytherapy and radical prostatectomy. None of which we wanted to know.

We didn't want to learn that Gleason numbers run 1-5 and 5 is worse than 1, nor were we interested in the dual nature of the numbers, where the first one represents just how bad the dominant group of cancer cells looks and the second one informs us of the second worse group. (Jerry's: 4+3 on one side, 3+4 on the other.) We did not want to know any of that!

And yet, here we are. Not where we expected to be. Jerry feels fine. We had no clue. The PSA (Postate Specific Antigen) was 5, but lots of guys have high numbers without cancer. Only about 25% of those who have biopsies because of high PSAs actually hear bad news. We were really counting on being in the 75%. But, no.

So surgery is scheduled and we think it's early enough and we're trusting Papa-God. The Father of all comfort. He who does all things well.

We all join unwanted groups. The club of a teenager doing drugs. The fraternity of divorce. The association of the unemployed. These are times that test our trust, that challenge our naive hope that life will be as it has always been.

Enlightened now, we face the truth. Life is not what we want it to be. And yet. God is as he has always been. At our side. Full of truth and lovingkindness. With compassion and grace sufficient for the trial.

Father, thank you for grace to endure, grace to trust, and grace to cling. Truly, you do all things well, no matter what it looks like and no matter what it feels like. Amen.