Joy to the World?

  Today at church, we lit the pink candle on the Advent wreath. For those who are familiar with the practice, you have experienced Joy with me as we await the coming King this year. For those of you who don't know what any of that means, the pink candle signifies the Joy of Christmas as Christians all over the world together celebrate the Joy of the coming of the Savior- the first time.

  But as I look at the world today and bring to mind the events of the past year, there is little joy. The year 2012 seems to be one of foreboding. Many things have and are happening that are, not only unusual, but seemingly disasterous in nature. People see these and it seems have come to realize that the world is changing and the fact is- they are not joyful about them at all, but fearful of them. What is perceived is a world falling apart, spiralling downwards, with nothing meaning anything it did before, and if it did, it was only what you thought it meant, or I, or they, or whomever. There is no longer absolute truth to them- whatever that was...

  People are not stupid. Maybe I am for having blind faith, and don't tell my pastor I said that, but from what I see, they now hold little as "truth" in their lives. They believe nothing or no one. Little joy can come of that and as the year comes to an end with the predicted "end of the world as we know it", many have given up hope. With that comes little joy.

  So, there is little joy. Personally, I have experienced it this year in spades. I have had little joy in my life for a long time now. On this earth, my wife is the only person who gives me joy, peace and love. But, I am reminded of the love of God for me, the only real truth in my life- the Word of God, and the love of He who came the first time. So, there is great Joy in my heart from that as I await the Savior when He comes this year.

  Maybe now we know what it feels like when everything has been torn down around us and out of necessity must rely on the fabled God of Christianity. I hope many return to Him and many come to Him before the end. Joy to the world, the Lord is come, let earth receive her King!

The Unmentionables

 

  Previously this year, I wrote a blog about the Pilgrims. Of course I focused on the Palmers and how their name means "Pilgrim". The purpose of this blog is not to talk about what we call "unmentionables" or underwear. No, it is to speak of what the historians try to convince you all of about the first Thanksgiving- that it was a feast.

  The first Thanksgiving of 1621 was miserable. I know, because I was there. (Just seeing if you are paying attention.)  The first crops in the colony did not fare well. The biggest problem was that no one wanted to work. That's right. The first pilgrims were not willing to do all the work and give the proceeds thereof to their neighbors. I know what you are thinking, "What do you mean?" Well, the colony was set up a socialist society. Did you know that? The young were the most able bodied to get out and do the work, but because they didn't get to keep what they worked for- they didn't want to work! Duh!

  Does this sound familiar? Sounds like some contemporary issues we are facing doesn't it? When the leaders saw what was happening, they, in the next year or so, decided that maybe that form of government wouldn't quite work. That first year many people died from starvation and disease. I wonder why? Consequently after the change, the following two growing seasons were nothing like the first. There was an abundance of produce, all because the leaders granted the rights to property, commerce, and the right to keep what they produced. Suddenly trade was flourishing, all because they had an abundance and most importantly- socialism had failed and was now replaced with free enterprise.

  The years of 1622 and 1623 were a Thanksgiving to celebrate. And indeed you know the rest of that  story. And as the Pilgrims did that year- Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

 Happy Thanksgiving.

 

Christian Erotica?

  Today I took the time to read my first book of the series, Curse of the Eraser, and part of the second book, The Keeper. It has been a while since I've looked at them and I must say that I did this on purpose in order to remove myself from the familiarity of them. That plan was somewhat successful, in that I found more editing mistakes on my part and some things I'd like to change.

  I also saw this- Christian erotica! Before I go any further, I have to tell you that these books are far from porn. In the minds of those that have read them I doubt that they even thought that what they saw was much to care about at all. But, I must say that to some of my prudish friends and associates- this might be more than they could handle, with old ladies fainting and theologians bringing the wrath of God down upon me.

  I wondered if there is such a classification as Christian erotica. And then I reminded myself of another love story- The Song of Solomon. Trust me- there is no way on God's green earth that my writing compares to this perfect story told in God's Word. There is no comparison with it and I pale in comparison to His unlimited perfect ability.

  His story of Himself and the bride, His people, is the ultimate love story. What is conveyed is a longing of a couple in love with beautiful imagery along the way. It also wrestles with the tension between the beauty and sensuality of the human body and the wisdom of reserving such for marriage and genuine love- all those things which I tried to convey as well in the first two books. I hope I have succeeded as well as my Creator, but I know I have not. Thus, I know I will be asked to change some of it someday, much to the loss of you all.

  The story of Larkin and Sally's love for one another is one I envy. Hopefully, one day He will bless me in it.

 

 

Table Talk

  Last evening, a friend that had read the first two books of the series was at a get together my wife and I attended. I asked her how she liked them. She was honest and said she felt there was too much "potty humor" and too many times they sat at the kitchen table together at mealtime.

  I explained the former by saying that as a plumber I could not resist and that I had trimmed that back a bit and edited some of it out. But the latter thing, the "table talk" thing, I tried to explain that I emphasized it and included so much because we have lost that art as families. We no longer do that and we lose an important thing- knowing one another.

  Before I shared much of that however, we were called to the table for the meal. They kindly asked me to lead the prayer (as all were members of our church and I am head elder and Deacon there) to which I heartily agreed. I have to say, the hostess put on a feast out of common fare- burgers, brats, beans, corn, salad, etc., and to top it off a great crumble apple pie- at least that's what she called it. And during the entire meal we talked about family, relationships, politics, religion and -life.

  Afterwards, I said to her, "What we just experienced- that- is what I tried to convey in Curse of the Eraser. That- is the lost art I want to warn everyone not to lose completely. I want them to say when they read it, "I miss that. Why don't we do that anymore?" For you see, in these days we work late, watch TV, take our food to our rooms, or just eat before we get home and we lose one of the most important things we need- table talk.

Freedom!

  It is almost the fourth of July- the celebration of the genesis of our country- the land of the free and home of the brave. It used to be that way. When you speak with people of the "Greatest Generation", they will tell you this is not the America they grew up in. They notice a change. A significant change, where somehow freedom and bravery are non-existant. Because, the two go together.

  The problem is- no one wants to talk about it. The subject has been branded too political. Why? Because in order to be free one must be brave. Brave enough to speak out about what is true. The question is- what is truth? That is why no one is talking about it. The fact that today in our politically correct world- everything is true. Your truth is just as valid as my truth. There is no ultimate truth, because God has been removed from the equation. His truth, ultimate truth, no longer counts. When men no longer are brave enough to speak out for what they know to be true in God's word- everything changes. They are no longer free- bound by slavery to a system created by those that have been brave enough to spread the lie. The lie of Satan.

  What is that you might ask? This lie of Satan? Quite simply, it is the opposite of whatever God's Word says. The contrast is black and white, but brought in by shades of grey that have felled what was once our great land. The lie starts as something little, spreading ominously as somerthing we raise our eyebrows as and dismiss as inconsequential. But it is not. It matters, because like cancer it will spread and finally- kill. That is why men won't talk about it. That is why men are no longer brave. That is why we are no longer -free.

  The Palmers realized this way back in 1792 when they settled on the land in Madison County, New York. That- men must be brave and speak to the truth of the gospel. That brave men must put on the armor of God and repel that lie of Satan and those that follow him or all will be lost- our freedom will be lost. In Curse of the Eraser, these brave pilgrims knew the truth and what must be done to continue to be free. They were thankful to God and expressed it in their devotion to His truth, bravely defending their families, their freedoms and their country. Ironically, all being accomplished with the weapon of the Eraser- once meant to curse them. And they stuck it out until the end.

  Where have all the brave men gone? Ask the "Greatest Generation". They don't know either.   

 

Secure Fathers

  Looking back, I know that I have been influenced by many people- fathers especially. There have been few that have been a positive role model. Sadly, most of the men have been just the opposite and models that I have said, "I don't want to be like that when I grow up." Fortunately, I have not grown up and when I first meet someone, I still look at the man's character to see if he is the kind of person I want to be around. I won't list those qualities. You can figure it out yourself. You know. You can see it instantly. Its why Jesus was so popular and why the crowds followed Him.

  Not to say that we men can be perfect like Jesus. We can't. We are all sinners. We never seem to grow up- no matter what our age is. That's the problem today. It seems the paths that Jesus has placed us on have somehow been sidetracked and lead to one place- self. And if I see a man that has arrived at the end of that path- I know I will have difficulty being around him. Not to say I couldn't try to be his friend, but it would take more effort. For usually men become secure in whatever path they find themselves on, even if it is one that leads them the wrong way, only because they feel good there, secure there.

  But is that where Christ would want us to end up? I'd say- NOT! He wants us to be like Him. To be compassionate, yet firm, with love and respect for our wives, sons and daughters. Most of all to be humble and loving as Christ loved us. This path leads to security- to Him. And it is this kind of man and father that I see as a positive role model. It is one model this man has tried to be, even though I have failed in it and am a sinner. It is the type of man I have tried to portray as the patriarch in each of my Curse of the Eraser series of four books. Fathers that are not secure in the world and its goods, but fathers secure in the love of their families and most of all, secure in the love of Christ.

  Maybe that is best left to fiction like Ward and June Cleaver, or is it?    

 

  Waiting -


  For those of you that don't know me, I'm a Christian. You've probably gathered that much from my posts, but not necessarily. I have found that I, too, have gleaned information about the nature and makeup of people from their writings. An example of this would be Paul, the New Testament, Paul.

  For one thing- Paul waited. And while he waited, he changed radically. Upon his conversion, he suddenly became a believer in Christ- the most radical of his earthly changes, I suspect. Secondly, he went from being an evil man, a man known as a wolf, about to devour the new herds of Christian sheep now scattered throughout the know world of his time. Finally, he became a warrior, a sheep dog type, molded and shaped by the Savior who he now claimed, so that he would now protect the sheep he had once tried to decimate.

  Change then, became the focus for the rest of his life. Not of himself, as he waited to die in his Roman prison, but the change of others. He wrote of becoming that warrior, putting on the whole armor of God, taking up the sword, and proclaiming the Gospel in times of earthly struggle.

  This is how we sheep wait. We have learned much from Paul. Spiritually, we wait strong in the Word of God, so that none of us would be slain by the evil one and lose that which the Lord has secured for us. But in the realms of the earth, as we struggle with forces we cannot control in the flesh, we have a choice. To be sheep or to be the sheepdog.

  In book three, "The Keeper's Son", the protagonist, Junior Palmer, will be forced by circumstances beyond the control of anyone to become the sheepdog- the protector of the flock. A role all of us men must be cognisant of in these perilous times. These times of waiting for the return of Jesus, the keeper of the sheep. And while the Palmer family waited as well for this promised return, evil forces, evil men, scattered the sheep and preyed upon their lack of knowledge and skill in survival in war. You can guess the outcome, but you'll have to read the book!

  The Palmers, Paul, and all of the saints throughout time- wait. And the picture, is the Palmer family graveyard in Brookfield.