A torrent of woes

Matthew 23:33-39 NIV
[33] “You snakes! You brood of vipers! How will you escape being condemned to hell? [34] Therefore I am sending you prophets and sages and teachers. Some of them you will kill and crucify; others you will flog in your synagogues and pursue from town to town. [35] And so upon you will come all the righteous blood that has been shed on earth, from the blood of righteous Abel to the blood of Zechariah son of Berekiah, whom you murdered between the temple and the altar. [36] Truly I tell you, all this will come on this generation. [37] “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. [38] Look, your house is left to you desolate. [39] For I tell you, you will not see me again until you say, ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.’ ”

Believe in Hell for One Hour

Recently I read an article about a famous person who made an unbearable statement. I wrote him an email about what was true and how high the stakes can be.

He is an atheist, so at one point I told him that he should believe in hell for an hour.

The injunction is solid. If anyone as smart as you are is going to risk so much on randomized notions of self-determination, you should consider hell real for one hour.

This does not seem like a big ask. Hell is breaking through the windows and doors of this world every day. War is an iteration of hell, Child abuse is an iteration of hell. Starvation and violence and human cruelty all come from hell.

Believe in hell for an hour. Do the research if it helps.

Then what?

Jesus is the only one who has ever promised us the chance to escape hell. This is a purely substitutionary offer—he went to hell to save us from it.

Believe in hell for an hour.

Put your trust in Jesus forever.

Officially Rescued

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-68790673

This is a story of how laying down palm branches can save your life.

As a landlubber who gets sea sick on a calm day, I am at once awed and dubious about three experienced mariners setting off in a skiff on the sea, storm forecast or no.

The bones of the story are evocative—

Sailors

Storm

Disabled boat

Rescue sign in the sand

Searchers

Help comes

Officially rescued.

I am so grateful these unnamed men are rescued and I can see the parable as well—

We have to know we are lost

Put out the “HELP” sign

Then search the sky for our Rescuer.

Thank you, Jesus, for rescuing me.

John 10

Seek His Face

People who say they have “seen” Jesus’ face should be regarded with a healthy dose of skepticism.

Yet doesn’t he tell us all to do just that?

He says we are supposed to look for him everywhere—in the light and in the truth and in the faces of others.

Sometimes we need him so much that we are driven to seeking his face, like young loves do or shipwrecked sailors do, clinging to shards of boat in an endless ocean.

Throughout my life I have sought Jesus in pain and grief and loneliness. I sought him because I needed him to get me through.

But there is something more now—a sense of urgency and expectation.

Jesus is coming back soon.

Seek his face

Joyful noise is never in vain

Psalm 95:1-11 KJV
[1] O come, let us sing unto the Lord : let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. [2] Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. [3] For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. [4] In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also. [5] The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land. [6] O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker. [7] For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. To day if ye will hear his voice, [8] Harden not your heart, as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness: [9] When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work. [10] Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways: [11] Unto whom I sware in my wrath that they should not enter into my rest.

Eulogy for a fake funeral

I just read this—

https://www.christianpost.com/news/priest-shaken-after-fake-funeral-with-paid-actors.html

I can understand why the pastor stopped the funeral, but it seems like a missed opportunity.

After all, we all have the same eulogy. Why not give it?

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn a human. All of us live our lives with a certain amount of illusion regarding our autonomy, our choices, and the significance of our individual accomplishments.

In fact, little of that matters and none of it matters after we are gone.

What matters is Who we trusted with our lives. There is only one person in recorded history who can make a difference to a person at the point of death and beyond and that person is Jesus.

Jesus promised us all eternal life

His life for ours

His ransom for our sins.

If you don’t know Jesus and haven’t let him have your questions, doubts, sins, and lies, then ask him now—

Ask him if he is real

Then let his realness change everything.

John 3

Navalny

Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s willingness to stay in Germany and face Nazi oppression has anchored me when I have faced lesser challenges.

I told myself, if Bonhoeffer could face Hitler, imprisonment, and death, I can face x.

When Navalny returned to Russia, I thought, Bonhoeffer.

I am in mourning. I am angry and deeply grieved. For myself, for my family, for his family, for Russia, and for the world—when men like Navalny are murdered, we all lose light.

Is there anyone now brave enough to replace him?

“Greater love has no man, than he lays down his life for his friend.”

—Jesus

Rend

Isaiah 64:1-12 KJV
[1] Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence, [2] As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence! [3] When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence. [4] For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him. [5] Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved. [6] But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. [7] And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities. [8] But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. [9] Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people. [10] Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation. [11] Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste. [12] Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord ? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?