28.7.08

what's in a name...

a few days ago i came across a startling article on abcnews.com

in it, a family court judge from New Zealand is disgusted with a set of parents who named their child at her birth “Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii”

no, i am not joking...that is her full name written on the birth certificate

the judge awarded the little girl a new name (which was not given to the public) and also decided to take custody out of her parents’ hands after the child was ridiculed to the point of humiliation by everyone around her

among other names New Zealand registration officials have blocked in the past are Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, Keenan Got Lucy and Sex Fruit (yes, parents actually named their children this)

New Zealander official Brian Clark made the statement that New Zealand law will not permit such names that could lead to offense of a reasonable person, etc...

the same day, another
article appeared, in which the parents of a beautiful baby boy had donned him “4REAL” at his birth, claiming that they came up with the name after seeing his sonogram for the first time and saying “is this for real?”

the New Zealand judge in this case also ruled the name “blocked” for the child’s sake and had the parents rename their child


i am quite sure most of you are thinking what i thought when i read these reports...why would they do that to their child?

in Biblical days, what a parent named his or her child was so important to them that the parent believed the child would become what he or she was named, and would personify the meaning of the name...parents did not just pick a name out of a hat for their son or daughter

however, in several Biblical accounts, God would often decide that a person should be named something different than what his or her parents named them...for a Jew, changing names was something that only God could do...you see, a name was not an arbitrary title, or something random, but a designation which pointed to a person’s true identity...when someone named another, especially God, it was a token expressing loving authority

for example, in the Old Testament, many characters had had their names changed...usually God would change persons’ names based on the circumstances he or she was surrounded by and what He wanted them to become or to do...think of the moment when Abram became Abraham, Sarai became Sarah, and Jacob became Israel...each of these name changes spoke primarily to the plans which God had for the individuals...a name was a person’s identity, and an identity was a person’s vocation or calling...but only God could give one his or her life’s calling...it is for this reason that an orthodox Jew would have been excommunicated had he legally changed his name on his own


a name change also communicated ownership of the one bearing the new name by the one who bestowed it...the first duty of Adam after being given “dominion” over the earth was to name the livestock, birds, and beasts (Gen 2:19-20)...this, no doubt, is what the Babylonian chief official had in mind when he changed the names of his Jewish captives Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah, to Belteshazzar, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego (Daniel 1)

in the New Testament, it was Jesus who changed some of his disciples’ names... think about how Peter and the other disciples heard and understood what Jesus was indirectly claiming through the changing of Simon’s name to “Peter”...He also changed Saul of Tarsus’ name to Paul, giving him a new life and a new name...Jesus believed that he had the same right to reassign a person’s name - and therefore a person’s life calling and destiny - as did Yahweh in the OT...this understanding of Jesus’ bold claims and actions makes much more sense of the reaction elicited from his audience so much of the time... “Who does this man think he is?” “By what authority do you do these things?” were the common responses that followed so many of Jesus teachings and actions...his hearers understood that he was claiming, by his actions, prerogatives which God alone possesses, thereby making him equal with God

when God gave His name to Israel (Deuteronomy 28:9-10), it signified the joining of the two in unity...for those who become followers of Christ, who place their faith in Him, it becomes the same for us...when we are baptized into His name, we are placed under a new parent, a Father in Heaven, who wants to claim us as His own...it is as though He gives us a new name

when we experience God in this way, when He gives us a new “name”, we are changed, just as the men and women in the Bible were changed...He sets our feet on a new path and directs our lives in a new way...we become part of His household (John 1:12-13)...Jesus says that our mother and our brother and our sister are those who do the will of God (Matthew 12:50)...even more promising for us, we read in the book of Revelation that in the end God will give to each one of His people “a new name…known only to him who receives it” (Rev 2:17)

whether our name is something awful our earthly parents gave us, like “Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii,” or something as common as Bobby or Susie, we all need God to change our name in a spiritual sense...we need Him to place a calling on our lives and direct us where to go...if not, we will be lost...this is one reason why so many in the world are completely unhappy with their lives...they are trying to walk down a path that was never even meant for them

has God given you a new name? if not, won’t you let Him today? allow Him to show you who He created you to be, and He will not leave you to walk down a path in life alone

I will change your name,
You shall no longer be called:
wounded, outcast, lonely, or afraid
I will change your name.
Your new name shall be:
confidence, joyfullness, overcoming one,
faithfullness, friend of God,
one who seeks My face.
("From Despair to an Heir" by Wayne and Diane Tesch)

24.7.08

a bit about me...

normally i wouldn't write too much information about just myself on one of my blogs, but since i was tagged by my dear friend Ashley, i decided to go ahead and do this little survey:

1. What were you doing 10 years ago? let's see...that would be the summer of 1998...i was in between my sophmore and junior year of high school...i was probably dancing all day long at dance camps and competitions for school and studio, and i was starting to think about what to do with my life, although i had no idea

2. What are some of your favorite snacks? i love dry cereal, crackers with peanut butter or cheese, fruit, or trail mix...and an occasional cookie or two :)

3. What is normally on your To-Do List? i pretty much can't survive without a list of things to do every day...i have a dry-erase board on my refridgerator and it's divided into 3 sections (a). Things To Do, (b). Places to Go, and (c). People to Call...it helps me stay organized, accomplish things during the day/week and not to forget everything

4. What are some jobs you have had? too many! i have been a babysitter and nanny, a fabric store employee, a hostess at a restaurant, a teacher, and my current jobs at EDCARE (Educational Diagnostic Clinic and Resource Essentials), which i love, and teaching Spanish in the fall to PreK-5th grade, which i also love!

5. What places have you lived? oh goodness...Kalamazoo, MI; Columbus, OH; West Monroe, LA; Sterlington, LA; Wilmore, KY; Monroe, LA

6. What are 5 random things you may not know about me? i will have to think about this one for awhile before writing...

(a). I really love Christian Apologetics (defending the existence of God, the Truth of the Bible, the evidence of Christ, etc...), and if God had not called me to work with Hispanic children, I would probably do something with this part of theology. As I'm sure you have already noticed, a lot of what I write in this blog is along those lines.

(b). I am somewhat addicted to Starbucks coffee, and my husband can't stand it! However, he is a sweetheart and will go with me at times just so I can get a drink, or so we can sit and read together.

(c). For several years, I’ve wanted to get a tattoo, but I haven’t had the gutts to bring myself to actually do it. And now, my hubby is completely opposed to the idea. I'm not sure why I want one so badly, but I would get the words Tlitha Qum (see the Scripture at the bottom of my page) in actual Aramaic, in a chocolate brown, on my right shoulder blade. I think it would be beautiful.

(d). I am a smell freak. I have hundreds of air fresheners, candles, and other smell-good agents for the home, and I use them every day. I am always afraid that my house smells bad (although I keep it pretty clean and organized for the most part)!

(e). I can talk in really funny voices...most people don’t know this about me, but I’ve only done them with my family and Paul. I can talk like a few famous people in movies with characters that have silly voices. Ask me to show you sometime if you’ve never seen.

7. What CD’s would you want with you if stranded on an island? all of my homemade mixed CD’s, my Jason Upton CD’s particularly Faith, all of my Celtic worship CD’s and Spanish worship CD’s, all of Big Al’s CD’s particularly Son of Jor-El, all of my Dave Matthew’s CD’s, U2’s CD’s, and Coldplay’s CD’s...also Cities by Anberlin, Mercury by Long-View, How to Save a Life by The Fray, Eyes Open by Snow Patrol, Hide Nothing by Further Seems Forever, and a few others!

8. What would you do if you were a billionaire? Paul and i would get a car that works much better than the ones we have now and that would last many years, buy a small but nice home, put away some money for our childrens' educations, and use the rest to serve the Lord as missionaries and to build tuition-free public schools in Central America (see my profile)

that’s all for this blog...i hope you enjoyed! stayed tuned for my next blog, called “what's in a name?”

21.7.08

warm fuzzy prayers...

this past Saturday, while Paul worked all day, i spent some time browsing at Family Christian Bookstore, which is one of my favorite places to go and look around, even if i don’t buy anything...it’s a very peaceful place to go, and of course, there are hundreds of books (which i am a little obsessed with)!

as i wandered through the aisles, i came across the baby section...i have been in this section before, but not since i was married...

oh my...all of the sweet, precious, Christian baby things there were...blankets and toys and crosses with Scripture all over them...if you’ve ever been to my home, you know that just about everything decorative i have is somehow related to the Lord, and of course, i want to do my baby’s room the same way...i want he or she to be surrounded by the Word of God constantly, so that they grow up knowing it by heart, and have a visual of God’s love and promises to them...in fact, i plan to decorate with froggies, and the theme will be F.R.O.G. = Fully Rely On God :) walking through the aisles gave me such warm fuzzy daydreams, of love and laughter and little feet pitter-pattering on the floor

ever since i became a Christian, 6 years or so ago, i’ve been praying hard for my future little ones, though i didn’t even know if God’s plan included a marriage and children...however, i still felt that my prayers would not be in vain, even if was never to have or adopt my own children

then, many years later, God brought Paul along, and there was an utter joy inside that i had never felt before, after i knew that i would marry him, when the thought “oh...i will actually get to be a mommy one day” came

Paul and i have talked many times about future children...we really feel that no matter if we cannot have our own, God wants us to adopt...but when he comes home from Iraq, we are going to think about having one if God so blesses us in that way...i will be done with school, and we will be able to get settled in a home...i am so thankful for a husband who loves children the way i do, and wants to raise them the same as well...i know that will make a huge difference, and it’s only by the grace of God that we agree on so much

so, during our prayer times together, we have begun to pray fervently for our children...for their lives, and for how we will raise them...here is what we pray:

- that we will remember the children God gives us are not our own...ultimately, they do not belong to us...they are God’s creation and belong to Him...we believe that He will give them to us “on loan” for a little while, and our job is to “train them up in the way they should go, so that when they are old, they will not turn from it (Proverbs 22:6)”...we pray God will help us to do this

- that if our children are going to have any chance of making it in this world, we have to do our best, through our words and actions, to show them that Jesus Christ is the Way, Truth, and Life...to show them who He is and His love...we believe that if our children are given the guidance they absolutely need through God’s Word, they will choose Him and love Him as well from an early age...we pray God will help us to do this

- that we will nurture our children in an environment that is full of God’s peace, love, joy, prayer and His Word...we pray that our home would be a place of refuge and comfort for our children when life gets hard, that they could come there to feel safe and secure, and that the Holy Spirit would be present at all times...we pray that God would help us to do this

- that our children would trust us and know that we love them unconditionally...that they don't have to be perfect for us...that there is nothing they can do to make us stop loving them, and that if they need anything, if they are hurt or scared, or if they have made a mistake or a wrong decision, that they will come to us first, knowing that we will do our best to help and support them in any way we can...we pray that God will help us to do this

- that we would build the right God-given values in our children...that they would be full of self-confidence, but be humble and kind to all, never thinking themselves above anyone...that they would have integrity, honesty, and great virtue...that they would be an example to others, and not fall in to peer pressure and what the world tells them to do, or how to act, or even how to look...we pray that God will help us to do this

- that our children would love God more than they love the world...that they will desire to serve Him the rest of their lives, and not want worldly success or popularity...that they would not be controlled by the prince of darkness, but by the Prince of Peace...that they would not long for money or material things, but that we would teach them to be satisfied in Christ...we pray that God will help us to do this

even though i get the warm fuzzy's when walking into a baby section at the bookstore, the real warm fuzzy feelings come when Paul and i pray these prayers for our precious little ones

if you have children, or you pray for God to give them to you one day, what brings the warm fuzzy feelings to you?

16.7.08

our story...

i thought today that i'd share with you all the story of how my husband, Paul, and i met, and how he proposed...i know a lot of you have already heard/read this story, but there are some of you out there in blog world who have not...btw, this is the very long, more detailed version of what was on our wedding website...here goes:

Paul and I met sometime back in November of 2006, at the NCM (Northeast Campus Ministries – ULM) one night, which was my home away from home in college and where I first decided to become a true follower of Christ. Paul and I had not met at the NCM before because he started attending the month after I left for seminary in Kentucky. Although neither of us can place the exact date, I know it was then because I left him a comment and messaged him to talk sometime on Facebook. I thought it would be cool to talk about missions since it seemed we had that in common. Paul later admitted to me that he was taken aback at first because he was afraid I was “hitting” on him. When I came home from Kentucky (where I was for seminary) for a break, Paul and I spent a bit of time together in groups. This was really the first time I had ever been around him before, but I was curious as to who this person was. I remember one particular day that we were both studying out on the dock at the NCM, and that was when we got to know each other more.

We began talking on the phone and online after that, and we spent time together at the NCM around others. It was during this time that Paul says he started caring about me as more than a friend, but my feelings for him were only for friendship. I went back to Kentucky, but decided to come home again for Spring Break 2 weeks later. Before coming back home, Paul and I talked on the phone almost every day; he admitted how he felt about me, but I continued to push him away. I had made up my mind that I never wanted to be with another guy again (ha) after a bad relationship had just ended. I told him that I needed his friendship, but that was it. But when I came home for Spring Break, we spent more time together. I think I was starting to care about him more than I realized or more than I wanted to. I was only home for a week, and then went back to Kentucky again. Then, I flew home once more for my friend Erin’s wedding and my brother’s graduation. When Paul didn’t come to Erin’s wedding (his brother was married the same day), he had no idea how disappointed I was that I didn’t get to see him. However, we spent a little time together, and I went back to Kentucky to finish the semester. We continued to talk on the phone, and I was strangely looking forward to seeing him after the semester was over.

I was very ready to come home for the summer and to be very honest, excited about seeing Paul more than I expected. As soon as I got home though, Paul was gone to San Antonio, and I had to be in my friend Leslie's wedding. The night of the rehearsal dinner, Friday, May 11, Paul was getting to come home for one night before leaving again for 9 days for a training camp. I skipped the rehearsal dinner, on purpose, in order to go watch Pirates of the Caribbean 3 with Paul and our friends. I think it was then that I realized I cared about him a lot, but I still wouldn’t let myself feel much of anything because of fear. While he was gone, I missed him, and I enjoyed talking to him on the phone during his training time. Yet I was anxious and worried about what was going to come of us. I was planning to go on a mission trip to Mexico for 7 weeks and then return to Kentucky for the fall semester also. I started praying 24/7. After Paul got back from his training time, we spent many days together, sometimes even all day. It was a lot of fun, but I was still holding back a lot from him. Yet for some reason, we would stay up all night some nights talking on the phone, and I felt like I could share things with him that I hadn’t told anyone, or few people, before. That was very important to me, more than he knew.

There was one night we were together that I got a migraine headache, and it wouldn’t go away for almost a week. The migraine was so bad one day that I called Paul and called my mom while at school (I was teaching summer school), and I said that I needed to go to the hospital. I barely made it to Paul’s house, and he took me there right away. I had never been in that much pain in my entire life, yet Paul being there somehow soothed much of the pain away, just by his holding my hand (which I didn't object to). They gave me pain medicine, but I continued to hurt badly; no-one knew exactly what was wrong, and I was really upset because of not being able to leave for Mexico as planned. We had my back checked out and then my teeth, and the oral surgeon saw right away what the problem was. My mouth (teeth) had been causing all of the problems. I had to go into surgery, and Paul was right there with me; I was so scared, but once again, he calmed my fears. It was definitely at this time that I started allowing myself to feel more for him. I stayed doped up on drugs every day, and then I thought I wouldn’t be able to go to Mexico at all because my mouth didn’t seem to be healing. Paul was by my side constantly, taking care of me and spending time with me; I looked terrible most of the time and felt like it too, but he never left. My mom says that the only time he went home was to sleep, haha. I was starting to care for him very much and wanted him by my side all the time. By this point in time, we had been praying and talking for about 3 months.

My mouth was finally starting to feel normal again, but I was still worn out, tired, and emotionally exhausted. Then one night, July 8th, 2007, Paul and I were sitting on the couch at my parents’ house watching a movie; we made a big decision, but probably the best one of our lives. We were sitting really close and held hands, which I wanted to do really badly and so did he. We were talking and just kind of looked at each other and knew we wanted to be together. It was very sweet and innocent the way things just happened. On Saturday, July 14, 2007, Paul and I went on our first official date. It was wonderful, although we were both nervous. I honestly wanted this to be my last “first date.” He looked so cute though, and I tried so hard to look pretty for him…I even bought a new dress to wear. We had gone to Alexandria for his National Guard weekend and stayed with his friends Jeff and Danielle. He took me to one of my favorite restaurants, Johnny Carinos (this was a total surprise) and then to see the Harry Potter movie (more surprises)! It was a lot of fun, and a night I don’t think I’ll ever forget!

On July 17, I left for the mission trip to Mexico City, but only for a month. The night before, I was an emotional wreck. I didn't know how Paul and I would date while I was gone to Mexico, and then turn around and leave for Kentucky right after that. I told him that I thought we needed to take time out and pray while I was gone and not talk so much. This broke both of our hearts, but I thought I was doing was doing what was best for us both. The morning I left the airport, he didn't come to see me off, and I was even more heartbroken. But I did what I said I would do, and I prayed non-stop. There was one night in Mexico, after I had been fasting all day, that I told God I needed Him to make the decision for me. About 2 a.m., I sat straight up in bed and heard God telling me to listen (He does this quite often, so I wasn't shocked). He then spoke to my heart, telling me that Paul was the one He had chosen for me before I was born, and that we would do great things for Him together. I immediately called Paul after that, and he told me that God had been telling him the same things. I told him I didn't care what it took, that we would work it out with me being in Kentucky.

Right before leaving to come back home from Mexico, I recieved a phone call from the principal of the school I taught at in Kentucky. She told me that she would be emailing me my schedule for the coming year, and asked when I would be back to teach. I told her my plans and she said, okay. When I got home, I checked my email. The email I recieved explained that the school was cutting back on funding (it was a small private Christian school), and they no longer could pay to have a Spanish teacher (me) for the new year. They apologized, then said they were letting me go. I was heartbroken, because I loved this job and made enough money from it to pay for extra costs at seminary, although I had taken out loans for tuition. I knew that there was not enough time to find another job before going back to Kentucky, so I prayed long and hard about moving back home. I finally made the decision to take online classes and live back in Monroe. It was hard to stay here, but it was the right decision in the long run, especially for my relationship with Paul.

Of course, Paul and I spent every waking moment together from the minute I got back from Mexico. I knew that God had told me that I was going to marry this person, but I didn't know how soon that would actually take place! On September 21, he took me to see the play Footloose and then out to dinner. I actually thought for a small second that Paul might propose that night, but we were having so much fun that I wanted to think about being with him only. That weekend, we had planned on going on a retreat with the NCM. On Saturday morning, Paul had to work, and we decided to meet at the NCM around 12 noon. I went to the NCM, but by 1:00, I had not heard from him and was starting to wonder. I text-messaged him and finally heard back when he said that he had to stay at work a little longer than usual, but would be there soon. Then my friend Erin called me and asked if she could come to the NCM so we could pray together in the chapel about one of our other friends; I thought nothing of this and said of course. While we were in the NCM chapel praying, Paul had snuck inside without me knowing. I walked out of the chapel to find a dozen peach roses waiting for me, with a balloon that said “I Love You” attached. At the end of the balloon was a little handwritten note from Paul that said “Will you come pray with me? ♥” For a minute, I could not figure out where he was, until I looked outside. Behind the NCM, there is a beautiful bayou with a dock and gazebo, and this is where Paul and I first said hello to one another back in November. Paul was waiting out there, and he was on both of his knees praying. Sitting next to him was a bucket with clean water in it, and when I got closer to him, I saw a washcloth in his pocket. I knelt down beside him, and he prayed for our relationship in such a sweet way that I couldn’t breathe. Then he asked me to sit down, and he began taking off my shoes. I was not sure what he was doing at first, until he pulled the washcloth out and dipped it in the water. Then Paul began to remind me of how Jesus washed his disciples feet as an act of love and servant-hood as he washed my feet for me. It was beautiful, and I had tears in my eyes. Then Paul stopped, looked at me, and said “Sara, do you love me?” I of course said yes, and then he said “Do you love me enough to marry me?” I was stunned, but said yes. He then pulled out the ring box, opened it, and said “Will you be my wife?” I couldn’t speak, but finally I yelled “YES!”

We were married 6 months later, to the day, on March 22, 2008. Walking down the aisle and seeing him standing there, waiting to take my hand, was probably the most precious moment of my life. Now here we are, almost 4 months later, and even though things are about to change again in big ways, we are still happier today then ever before! I give Jesus Christ, our Savior, all of the credit and glory for every word written here, for if it were not for Him and His sacrifice of love, Paul and I would not be together.

11.7.08

the elephant in the room...

the other night while i was cooking dinner, i was watching a little t.v. (which is very rare for me)...Paul had not yet come home from work, but as always, i was anxiously awaiting his arrival...that is one of my favorite parts of the day :) i was about to change the channel when a new show (although it may not be new time-wise, it was new for me) came on, called "Army Wives"

i had not heard of it before, but thought that it might be interesting because of the fact that...well...i'm a military wife now

of course, i should have had my guard up, as i usually do when it comes to secular sitcoms, because in the first 10 minutes of the show, 2 couples decided to get a divorce (either the husband or wife had cheated), and another one of the wives found out that her husband had been shot

i think it was at that point, when they had a scene of the husband being shot in action, that the spaghetti spoon hit the floor

you see, up until this point, i had been blocking out any thoughts of the war, of Paul leaving, of the fear that our marriage will be on the rocks...

up until this point, Paul leaving for Iraq has been somewhat of an elephant in the room...the unspoken presence that continues to pop up during the good times we have now...no matter how hard i try to keep from thinking about it, the fact is that he is leaving...and i don't know how to handle it...maybe because i can't on my own

when Paul came home a little later, i was on the couch sobbing...the t.v. was off, the Bible was open, and the spaghetti was a bit overdone...it was the first time i've really broken down about the whole thing in front of him, and the first time he's shared his feelings with me as well...i think we've both been trying too hard to be strong...so we just sat and cried and held each other and prayed (which was more like a breathless sob of anger towards the whole situation on my part) for the rest of the evening...

we told the elephant in the room (i.e. Satan) to get lost and to stop stealing our peace, our love, our faith, our hope, our joy, in Jesus' name...

we told God that we are scared...we told him that we know we can't make it through this without Him, that we don't know what's going to happen, or what to expect...i asked God (more like begged Him) to please not take Paul from me yet...to let me have a little more time with him on this earth

i feel like i'm a bit schizophrenic honestly...one second i'm fine, thinking about the amazing future the Lord has planned for us, dreaming about being missionaries together in some far away country, and about the children that we pray God will bless us with, so that we can disciple them and teach them His ways and His love...the next second, i'm thinking about him being gone for a year, about whether or not we will still even have a marriage when he returns, about what it will be like to have our first wedding anniversary alone...

my heart is breaking again, but in a different way this time...its been broken before, but that was the ending of a bad relationship altogether...this time, the one person i have been waiting for God to bring me my whole life has just arrived, and now he's being taken away from me...this is worse

today Paul is leaving for the weekend again for more training...and that elephant is trying to creep its way back into my thoughts as i sit here typing this blog...but i will get to see Paul again on Sunday

when i say goodbye to him after Christmas, i won't see him again for who knows how long...


yet there is something beautiful in the midst of our brokenness, when we bring our hurts, our anger, our pain, before a God who is big enough to handle it all...there is nothing like His sweet redemptive love that just pours into your soul when you feel numb and empty...i've experienced it many times before, but not like this, not with the one i love...the healing power that flows through my husband's hands when he prays over me, and i over him, is something that i don't think can be experienced outside of the marriage bond...it's just another reason i believe God has placed us in one another's lives

i know that the Bible talks about marriage ending in heaven, but there's a huge part of me that hopes not...i know that may sound heretical, but i can't help it...i don't want just one life with Paul...it's not enough...i know that may sound selfish, but life goes by so so fast...the Bible also says that our lives are just a vapor, blown away by the wind...one minute we are here, the next gone...

Paul told me before we even started dating that even if there isn't marriage in heaven, he hopes that God builds his mansion right next door to mine...then i got to thinking, after we were engaged, well wouldn't that be a waste of time? He could just put us in the same mansion...we could be "just friends" in heaven and share the same house, right? haha, maybe not...

i want to encourage you today, if you are married, to go to your husband or wife as soon as they walk through the door, and make sure they know just how much you love and cherish your time with them...don't waste a second you have with them...even if things are hard right now, ask Jesus to see you through...He will

and never forget the words the pastor spoke to you both at your wedding (or even if he didn't): "What God hath joined together, let no man [or trial, or circumstance, or Satan] put asunder."

7.7.08

what shall we do with death (part 3)...

(please read parts 1 and 2 below first, if not already):


it is at this point that one might begin to say, “alright...even if Jesus’ resurrection is proven, even if this God-man actually did rise from the dead, so what?”...so what does this have to do with us???

EVERYTHING

there was an occasion several years ago in which Dr. Ravi Zacharias was invited to deliver a series of lectures at the Lenin Military Academy and to participate in a round-table discussion at the Center for Geopolitical Strategy in Moscow, Russia...present at the discussion were Dr. Zacharias, his wife, a colleague, and six Russian generals, all of which were athiests, except for one who called himself a deist...the one-and-a-half hour interaction between them was a momentous occasion for Dr. Zacharias, who was immediately aware that he was in a historic, almost holy, setting, for it was out of this grand structure that all of the previous general secretaries of the USSR had graduated...in the welcoming hall, Dr. Zacharias and the others were introduced to the great heroes of Russian warfare...Peter the Great, Kutusov, as well as the modern-day geniuses in geopolitical maneuvering...every facet of the building was pompous and stately, intended to make the individual feel small and insignificant...

as the conversation unfolded from early unease through robust debate and argumentation (most of which was based on topics such as the resurrection of Christ), all the way to a very warm and amiable conclusion, something incredible happened...one by one, each of the Russian generals conceded that Russia was now in a pathetic state, not just economically, but morally and spiritually...as the men stood up to bid Dr. Zacharias and the others goodbye, the senior-ranking general grasped Ravi’s hand, looked him in the eye, and said “Dr. Zacharias, I believe that what you have brought us is the Truth. But it is so hard to change after seventy years of believing so great a lie.”...these men, all but one who were athiests, saw absolutely no hope outside of Christ and His resurrection

it is here that we stand at a moment in history where once-Marxist nations admit to a dastardly experiment that has failed, an experiment that demonstrates beyond any doubt the dire consequences that are reaped when God is eliminated from the framework of life’s choices...those of us here in the West (America) are now moving towards the same ideological base, unwilling to believe what is the ultimate reality...in Russia, in the name of “equality,” the individual was offered at the alter of the state...what a blatant contrast this is to the value Christ places upon each individual life, when every facet of life, including death and its context, is given significance

”what shall we do with death?”

Jesus Christ, and His resurrection IS the answer to the question “what shall we do with death” because it takes the “we” out of the question...by rewinding the clock as though time never existed, He took what we fear the most and defeated it once and for all

there is something beyond the grave that we truly long for, and because of the resurrection, we are now promised the same destination that Christ had...if it was not what we longed for, why else would statistics say that 93% of Americans believe in some kind of an afterlife (even if they don't believe in God)? but even with this belief of an afterlife, most of us still fear death and walk around hopeless, wondering if this is all there is...as if we were placed here on this planet to be tortured with a longing for something more that will never be filled

the fact is, as C.S. Lewis said, “if I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probably explanation is that I was made for another world...”

that world is eternity with our Creator, a REAL hope that we can live for

Dr. Zacharias says “It is this hope He brings that grants us hope for each individual, for our communities, and for our world. Without this hope of life beyond the grave, every question from love to justice becomes a mockery of the mind.”

our effort to live a noble life, chock-full of doing good works and charitable acts, all the while dying with no hope beyond the grave, is farcical at best

we must admit at some point that our world is in a state of alert...that if we take a close look at what is happening in our so-called “great” nation, and in others, the utter reality of our downward spiral stares us in the face...but once again, we do not want to admit our feat...we are afraid of the Truth, because we are afraid of ourselves...we are afraid of admitting we are wrong, that we have made things a mess...yet we try to make the most of life, to put into it all we have got, to live and die with some measure of integrity, all for what?

all for the fact that deep down, we wonder if up there somewhere there is Someone watching us, and we are afraid of the possibility of facing this Someone after death and having to stand in front of Him, explaining our attempts to live a good and noble life, only to fall undeniably short of the mark

the fact is, we DO fall short of the mark...but Christ, His death, and His resurrection, has enabled us to no longer fear whether we have done enough good or not when we stand before our Creator...we have not done enough good, nor will we ever be able to...the beauty of it all is that we do not HAVE to do anything to obtain a right standing before God

it was Jesus’ death that set us free from our sin, from our innate inability to be “good”, and it was His resurrection that has set us free from our fear of death...it was ultimately God’s love for us that did it all, because He could no longer stand to see us continue to walk the path we have been walking for so long

the only thing for us to do is admit that we have been wrong, accept what Christ has done for us, and live a new life...a life with the hope of what is to come, when we too will be resurrected and rejoice in eternity with the angels and our Savior who loved us enough to do it all



"For you have delivered me from death, and my feet from stumbling,
that I may walk before God in the light of life."
~ Psalm 56:13


"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever."
~ Psalm 23:4-6

3.7.08

what shall we do with death (part 2)...

(read part 1 below, first, if you have not already):


Billy Graham once told of an occasion in which he had with German Chancellor Konrad Adenauer, who at one time was mayor of Cologne, imprisoned by Hitler for his opposition to the Nazi regime, and later chancellor of the West German Federal Republic from 1949 to 1963...Adenauer truly deserves the title of "statesman" as he picked up the broken pieces of his country and helped to rebuild it in a fractured and war-torn world...on this occasion with Mr. Graham, he looked the evangelist in the eye and said “Mr. Graham, do you believe in the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead?”...Graham, somewhat surprised by the pointedness of the question answered, “Of course I do”...to that confident reply, Chancellor Adenauer said “Mr. Graham, outside of the resurrection of Jesus, I do not know of any other hope for this world”

nothing on earth has been debated, talked about, and often slandered more than the topic of Jesus and his life, death, and resurrection

Dr. Ravi Zacharias says “...even today, while religious conversation in the workplace is being vociferously discouraged, the name of Jesus is still probably mentioned more than any other name – to be sure with profane exclamation, but nevertheless He is mentioned. In fact, our very calendar is positioned by the birth of Jesus. Of all His claims, His promise of His resurrection and its fulfillment was understandably the most controversial, but it was the ultimate justification of His message.”

it is the idea of Jesus’ resurrection that usually stops people dead (forgive the pun) in their tracks...even if one is finally convinced that Jesus existed, and that he died on a cross, the greater question of “did Jesus actually rise from the dead?” has been uttered by some of the greatest skeptics on the planet

the fundamental problem with those who deny Jesus’ resurrection is that they come to the conclusion a priori (as a personal assumption), ignoring the objective-historical evidence laid forth, deciding for themselves whether it is true or not, and automatically assuming it is a myth...however, all faith and religion aside, the resurrection of Christ can be proven

Dr. Zacharias again says “In effect, the facts are unblushingly ignored. This is the precise prejudice with which much of liberal scholarship has treated the resurrection. In real terms, the New Testament is easily the best attested ancient writing in terms of the sheer number of documents, the time span between the event and the document, and the variety of documents available to sustain or contradict it. There is nothing in ancient manuscript evidence to match such textual availability and integrity.”

Professor
Geza Vermes has said “It should not be beyond the capabilities of an educated man to sit down and, with a mind empty of prejudice, read the accounts of Mark, Matthew, and Luke as though for the first time.”

if an honest reader will look at the affirmations that are made and the substantiations that are provided, the following deductions arise:

1. Jesus Christ Himself talked of His resurrection on repeated occasions. Both his enemies and His followers were told to expect it. Those who sought to smother His teaching took elaborate steps to counter the possibility of His claim, including the placement of a Roman guards at the door to the tomb. When the women who arrived 3 days later to annoint Jesus' body saw the door to the tomb removed, it could not be explained. Surely the Roman guards would not remove His body, considering that they did everything possible to keep it in the tomb.


2. Although His supporters basically understood His promise to rise from the dead and had even witnessed His raising of Lazarus, they did not really believe that He meant it literally until after the fact. Therefore, they could not be accused of creating the scenario for this deception.

3. It was the post-resurrection appearance that made the ultimate difference to the skeptical mind of Thomas and the resistant will of Paul (formerly Saul of Tarsus). Both of these men literally handed themselves over to the authorities, willing to be jailed, beaten, and to die awful deaths, just to defend their testimony of having seen the risen Lord.

4. The transformation of the disciples from a terrified bunch of individuals who felt themselves betrayed, into a fearless group ready to proclaim the message to Rome and to the rest of the world cannot be explained with a mere shrug of the shoulders.

5. Had the Roman authorities wanted to eradicate Jesus’ teaching once and for all, they would have only needed to present His dead body – but they could not. There is something often missed at this point. If the disciples were fabricators of an ideal, they could have merely posited a spiritual resurrection, which could have been done even with the presence of a dead body. Instead, they went the hard way, by talking of the resurrection of the actual physical body, which, if not true, was an enormous risk to take should the body have ever been detected. No, they believed in the literal resurrection because they had witnessed it. This is a very telling piece of evidence in light of the fact that Rome, itself, once diametrically opposed to the gospel, was later won over to Jesus’ message. The religious leaders wanted nothing more than to stifle Christianity. Even Jesus’ own half-brother, James, was not a believer until after the resurrection.

6. One very other interesting factor to bring to our attention is from non-Christian sources. The Qu’ran (the Muslim holy book), which is hardly ever in favor of the Christian message, attests to Jesus’ virgin birth and credits Him with the unique power to raise the dead, something which Muhammad did not and could not do. This is often forgotten by the Muslims themselves, who only call Jesus a prophet.

C.S. Lewis, in his famous book Mere Christianity, says that Jesus Christ can only be one of 3 things, either (1) Lord, (2) Liar, or (3) Lunatic:
"A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic - on the level with a man who says he is a poached egg - or he would be the Devil of hell. You must make your choice. Either this was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can can spit at Him and kill him as a demon, or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us."


all other religions, such as Hinduism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Shintoism, and Islam, were founded by human beings and are based on man-made philosophies, rules and norms for behavior...take the founders of these religions out of both their disciplines and practices of worship, and little would change

but take Jesus Christ and His resurrection out of Christianity, and there would be nothing left

those who deny Jesus as Lord are those who are most likely afraid of the Truth...we are afraid of the truth because we are afraid of ourselves...the Scribes, Pharisees and Sadducees, who ultimately sentenced Jesus to death, knew deep down that who Jesus said He was is who He really is, otherwise they would not have gone to so much trouble to get rid of him...but they did not want the Truth...why? because their lies, and their lives, would be exposed

that is our ultimate problem with not believing...humans are automatically afraid of the truth...look at a child who is first learning to lie and how easy it is for him to reply "no" to his mother’s question of “did you steal the cookie from the cookie jar?” though knowing full well what the truth is

yet if we actually study Jesus’ life with unyielding honesty, the answer is evident...He is who He says He was, and the resurrection is the Truth

and it is also the answer to our main question, “what shall we do with death?”



....part 3 coming soon...