Friday, October 30, 2020

How Then Shall We Pray?

“Therefore I exhort first of all that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks be made for all men, for kings and all who are in authority, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and reverence. For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the Man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself a ransom for us all” (1 Timothy 2:1-6).

 

Election Day is upon us. How shall we pray? 

 

Should we pray that this party or that party will rise to power? Perhaps, but an inspired apostle exhorts us first to pray that the party that rises to power will provide an environment in which we are free to walk and talk the gospel. Why? Because that’s the only truly good news that folks in your family, shop, school, office, or neighborhood will ever see or hear. 

 

And so we pray for peace, not for the sake of peace alone, but to the end that the word of God may spread quickly and be held in honor, for God wants all men and women to be saved and come to “the knowledge of the truth” (1 Timothy 2:4).

 

And what is “the truth”?  This platform? That platform? The truth is far deeper: “There is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the Man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself a ransom for us all” (2:5:6). 

 

David Roper

10.30.20

Friday, October 23, 2020

The Woozle Effect

To pay Jesus Christ his proper rent; 

To spread his word is my intent

 

—Chaucer

The Church follows the world like Piglet following Pooh around the larch tree tracking Woozles—but we’re always a few steps behind.

We take up the world’s causes belatedly, some months or years after it brings them to our attention, and we make them our chief talking points. Next year, or the year after, there will be another set of wrongs to be righted and we will uncritically embrace them as well, often overlooking the underlying, unbiblical premises that inform them. Why do we, who claim to follow Jesus, allow the world to set our agenda?

In C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Proposes a Toast, the demon Screwtape advises his demonic nephew to make men “treat Christianity as a means,” but allow them to go no further. Indeed, the world will use us as a means to its ends, but it will never adopt our end: to bring men and women, boys and girls into contact with the One who loves them beyond measure and gave his life to save them.

 

The world will always try to distract us by drawing our attention to penultimate causes (Woozles), but “What Jesus said” is our ultimate guide.  

 

David Roper

10.22.20

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Tomorrow!


To you who fear My name

The Sun of Righteousness will rise

With healing in His wings —Malachi 4:2

 

Carolyn has been working around the house this morning, singing a slightly off-key, joyful rendition of Annie's song:

 

The sun'll come out

Tomorrow

Bet your bottom dollar

That tomorrow

There'll be sun!

 

Just thinkin' about

Tomorrow

Clears away the cobwebs,

And the sorrow

'Til there's none!

 

When I'm stuck in a day

That's gray,

And lonely,

I just stick out my chin

And Grin,

And Say,

Oh!

 

The sun'll come out

Tomorrow

So ya gotta hang on

'Til tomorrow

Come what may

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

I love ya Tomorrow!

You're always

A day

A way

 

No matter what happens on Election Day you have nothing to fear for you can bet your bottom dollar that the Sun of Righteousness will come up "tomorrow" with healing in his wings. He's always a day away.

 

So hang on 'til tomorrow

Come what may.

 

David Roper

10.21.20

 

 

 

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

A Tiny Spot

Just for You, from Carolyn

One morning recently as I started talking with my Father, I asked Him what He wanted me to do today. I sensed His answer came in the following poem whose author is unknown. 

Father, where shall I work today'
And my love flowed warm and free.
Then He pointed me out a tiny spot,
And said, “Tend that for me.”

I answered quickly, “Oh, no, not that.
Why, no one would ever see,
No matter how well my work was done.
Not that little place for me!”

And the word He spoke, it was not stern,
He answered me tenderly,
“Ah, little one, search that heart of thine;
Art thou working for them or me'

Nazareth was a little place,
And so was Galilee.” 

Even with the pandemic, even with aging, even with disabilities and health issues, even with increased responsibilities in the dailies, neither you nor I are sidetracked. Whether we are in a secular spot of necessity or a hidden spot, we are in the spot God wants us to “tend” today as unto Him. It certainly means treating those around us with His kindness, with His respect, with His care. With prayer. It means knowing that God sees and has both a plan and a reason for each of us right where we are. Even if ours is a tiny spot. The size and scope of our opportunities are planned by a wise and caring Father.

Perhaps you must work in a job that keeps you from “ministering,” as if the two things are divorced. Which they never are. Perhaps you have responsibilities at home that “limit” your ability to get out and about as you once did. Perhaps you have health issues that have immobilized you or slowed you way down. Perhaps you have retired and feel that your world has shrunk to what seems insignificance. 
 
The truth is that where I am today is the spot God has picked for me to serve Him today. Where you are today is the spot He has picked for you to serve Him today. We can pray for contentment and the ability to represent Him well wherever He places us today.  When others don’t see, God sees. Also angels and demons give Him praise when one of His own serves Him with contentment, joy and hope right where she/he is. Even if ours is a tiny spot. Size does not matter to God.

 “Now may the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, equip you with   everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen”
Hebrews 13:20,21

Carolyn Roper
October 12, 2020 

Days of Rage

“Beloved, I urge you as sojourners and exiles to abstain from the passions of the flesh, that wage war against the soul” (1 Peter 2:11).

Fredrick Buechner compares rage to a sumptuous meal: ”To savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back; in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you” (Wishful Thinking).
 
I understand the rage of the marginalized and disadvantaged. “You have not,” is James’ poignant response to the wrath that drives violent, destructive protest (James 4:2). 
 
But of all the passions of the flesh, rage is the most self-destructive: Wrath-filled men and women become bitter, sullen victims of their own frustration and wrath. In the end they have nothing to live for but their rage. 
 
Dante, journeying through hell and moving toward the fourth circle’s farthest edge, finds a dark watercourse that discharges into a marsh called "the Styx." Here the wrathful are forever doomed, denied the mercy of forgetting. They stand, stark naked in the bog, striking one another with their heads, chests, hands and feet, tearing one another’s flesh with their teeth (Inferno, Canto VII).
 
Jesus, however, had another, better, more hopeful take: “When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, 'The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest'” (Matthew 9:36,37). 
 
Angry, driven fools, or a field ripe for harvest? It’s a matter of perspective. 
 
David Roper
10.17.10

The Unhurried Life


I'm in a hurry to get things done

I rush and rush until life's no fun

All I really got to do is live and die

But I'm in a hurry and don't know why. 

 

—Alabama

 

Philosopher Dallas Willard was asked to describe Jesus. "Unhurried," was his laconic reply.

 

Jesus had an infinite job to do and only 3 1/2 years to do it and yet his pace was always measured and slow. He was never in a hurry because he relied solely on his Father to get his work done. 

 

Our harried pace is a measure of our self-reliance. There are important things to be done and we must do them. Tempus fugit! We don't have a moment to waste.

 

Someone once pointed out to me that there's essential difference between our presence on a bus bench and on a park bench. When we sit on a bus bench we fidget and fret and shuffle our feet; we recheck the schedule, glance at our watches and hope our stay will be as brief as possible so we can get on with our lives. 

 

When we're sitting on a park bench we’re just there—relaxed, watching children at play, catching the rays, smelling the flowers, listening to the birds, looking at the clouds—in the moment. We have no other place to go and nothing else to do. This is the unhurried life.

 

You and I can be park bench people—laying aside our activity —if we know that God is always at work. Over and over we must make the difficult but essential choice to be at rest, to be quiet, to wait, to do nothing and let God get on with his business. 

 

We rise and shine and hit the floor running, eager to get started at the break of day. The Hebrew calendar day began in the evening, for nothing essential stops while we rest. Israel’s poet wrote, 

 

"It is in vain that you rise up early

and go late to rest,

eating the bread of anxious toil;

for [God] gives to his beloved while they sleep" (Psalms 127:2).

 

David Roper

10.20.20

 

 

 

Sunday, October 18, 2020

THE GRAPES OF WRATH


There is a line, by us unseen,

That crosses every path;

The hidden boundary between

God's patience and His wrath.


—Joseph Addison Alexander


One advantage of reading the Old Testament is that we quickly learn that wickedness has consequence—without having to experience it. That’s what Paul means in part when he writes, “These things took place as examples for us, that we might not desire evil…” (1 Corinthians 10:6). Here’s an example for those who would suborn false testimony against a righteous man or woman:

Consider the story of Ahab and Naboth’s vineyard. It happened like this... 

Ahab’s army had caught a large Syrian contingent by surprise, besieged their camp while they were prematurely toasting their victory and put them to flight. In a second battle they drove them across the Jordan. Now the land could rest.

But not Ahab. His ego was so deflated by sin he needed a string of additional victories to compensate. He had to have something more: a little plot of ground that adjoined his estate, that belonged to his neighbor, Naboth the Jezreelite. “Avarice is the never–failing vice of fools,” Pope said. 

“Ahab said to Naboth, ‘Let me have your vineyard to use for a vegetable garden, since it is close to my palace. In exchange I will give you a better vineyard or, if you prefer, I will pay you whatever it is worth.’ But Naboth replied, ‘The Lord forbid that I should give you the inheritance of my fathers.’ So Ahab went home, sullen and angry because Naboth the Jezreelite had said, ‘I will not give you the inheritance of my fathers.’ He lay on his bed sulking and refused to eat” (1 Kings 21:1–4).

On the surface Ahab’s request seemed reasonable: He didn’t conscript the land as other Oriental kings might have done. He offered to buy it or swap for some better place. 

Naboth, however, would not part with his ancestral inheritance. It was the law in Israel that everyone had perpetual right to a personal piece of ground and no one—not even the king—could force an Israelite to part with that asset. Naboth had no interest in selling.

Ahab stalked off to his chariot and went back to Jezreel where he went into a funk—“He lay on his bed sulking and refused to eat.” Scheming, manipulating little man: making much of trifles and thinking only of himself. He knew his peevishness would bring the murderous Jezebel into play.

“His wife Jezebel came in and asked him, ‘Why are you so sullen? Why won't you eat?’ He answered her, ‘Because I said to Naboth the Jezreelite, “Sell me your vineyard; or if you prefer, I will give you another vineyard in its place.” But he said, “I will not give you my vineyard.” Jezebel his wife said, ‘Is this how you act as king over Israel? Get up and eat! Cheer up. I'll get you the vineyard of Naboth the Jezreelite’” (21:5–7). 

“Is this any way for a king to act?” Jezebel sneered. “What are you—a man or a mouse? Squeak up! Get out of bed and go back to work. I’ll get you your dinky, little vineyard for you.”

And so she did. Jezebel was a woman of determination and means: “She wrote letters in Ahab's name, placed his seal on them, and sent them to the elders and nobles who lived in Naboth’s city with him. In those letters she wrote: ‘Proclaim a day of fasting and seat Naboth in a prominent place among the people. But seat two scoundrels (sons of Belial—“thugs”) opposite him and have them testify that he has cursed both God and the king. Then take him out and stone him to death.’ So the elders and nobles who lived in Naboth’s city did as Jezebel directed in the letters she had written to them” (21:8–10).

In a few more days the deed was done. The town fathers, who long before had sold out to Jezebel, trumped up charges of insurrection and blasphemy against Naboth, suborned the testimony of a couple of goons and with one stroke secured the judicial murder of this good man, his sons and heirs (2Kings 9:26). 

“As soon as Jezebel heard that Naboth had been stoned to death, she said to Ahab, ‘Get up and take possession of the vineyard of Naboth the Jezreelite that he refused to sell you. He is no longer alive, but dead’ [literally: ‘he has died’]. When Ahab heard that Naboth was dead, he got up and went down to take possession of Naboth's vineyard” (21:15,16). Naboth’s vineyard reverted to the crown. 

“Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah the Tishbite: ‘Go down to meet Ahab king of Israel, who rules in Samaria. He is now in Naboth's vineyard, where he has gone to take possession of it. Say to him, “This is what the Lord says: Have you not murdered a man and seized his property?” Then say to him, “This is what the Lord says: In the place where dogs licked up Naboth's blood, dogs will lick up your blood--yes, yours!’” Ahab said to Elijah, ‘So you have found me, my enemy!’ ‘I have found you,’ he answered, ‘because you have sold yourself to do evil in the eyes of the Lord. I am going to bring disaster on you. I will consume your descendants and cut off from Ahab every last male in Israel—slave or free. I will make your house like that of Jeroboam son of Nebat and that of Baasha son of Ahijah, because you have provoked me to anger and have caused Israel to sin’” (21:17–22).

Five or six years had elapsed since the word of the Lord had come to Elijah. During this time he must have longed to hear it again. He had no audience and no opportunities for ministry that we’re aware of. God was preparing him for just this moment. His simple duty was to stand and wait, available to serve when God would put him to use. 

Now when the time came he was ready. He arose and went to the vineyard of Naboth and looked for Ahab. It meant nothing to him that Ahab’s two officers Jehu and Bidkar rode in Ahab’s chariot with him (2 Kings 9:25). He didn’t consider Jezebel’s murderous threats. He went to find Ahab so he could deliver his message: “Have you not murdered a man and seized his property?” In the sight of heaven Ahab was responsible for the evil he had done and the evil he could have prevented.

“Ahab said to Elijah, ‘So you have found me, my enemy!’ ‘I have found you,’ he answered, ‘because you have sold yourself to do evil in the eyes of the Lord.” 

God judges sin because he loathes what it does to us and to others. (There is no other motive in God, nothing deeper than his love for us.) He wants us loath sin too and be it’s executioner. If we don’t, he will!

Ahab listened to Elijah—at least on this occasion. “When Ahab heard these words, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and fasted. He lay in sackcloth and went around meekly. Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah the Tishbite: “Have you noticed how Ahab has humbled himself before me? Because he has humbled himself, I will not bring this disaster in his day.

Ahab’s turning, however, was remorse not repentance. Within a few months the event faded from his mind and he reverted to type, following Jezebel and her lies. The light that had flared at intervals went out and his soul sank into utter darkness. Soon after, he was killed.

Rejecting the godly counsel of Micaiah, the prophet, Ahab went into battle at Ramoth–Gilead against a vastly superior Syrian army. He went incognito, wearing the garb of a common soldier, trying to avert the prophet’s prediction that he would not return. 

The prophet’s forecast found him out. “Someone drew his bow at random and hit the king between the sections of his armor… (1 Kings 22:34). His arrow, lofted into the air in a volley of random shots “happened” to pierce Ahab’s armor, in the tiny gap where the breastplate was joined to the skirt. “Lucky shot!” we say—one of those odd twists in life which pass under the category of chance, but which, when closely examined once again prove to be the hand of God. 

“So the king died and was brought to Samaria, and they buried him there. They washed the chariot in a pool in Samaria (where the prostitutes bathed) and the dogs licked up his blood” (22:37), as Elijah had predicted (1 Kings 21:19). Ahab met his well–deserved end on the killing fields of Ramoth–Gilead.


And then there was Jezebel who was ordered to her death by Jehu whom she was trying to seduce: 

    “Jezebel…painted her eyes, arranged her hair and looked out of a window.  As Jehu entered the gate, she asked, ‘Have you come in peace, Zimri, you murderer of your master?’  He looked up at the window and called out, ‘Who is on my side? Who?’ Two or three eunuchs looked down at him. ‘Throw her down!’ Jehu said. So they threw her down, and some of her blood spattered the wall and the horses as they trampled her underfoot.  

Jehu went in and ate and drank. ‘Take care of that cursed woman,’ he said, ‘and bury her, for she was a king's daughter.’ But when they went out to bury her, they found nothing except her skull, her feet and her hands.  They went back and told Jehu, who said, ‘This is the word of the LORD that he spoke through his servant Elijah the Tishbite: “On the plot of ground at Jezreel dogs will devour Jezebel's flesh.  Jezebel's body will be like refuse on the ground in the plot at Jezreel, so that no-one will be able to say, ‘This is Jezebel.’”  (2Kings 9:30-37).


Though the mills of God grind slowly

Yet they grind exceeding small.

Though with patience he stands waiting

With exactness grinds he all. 


—Fredrick Von Logau


David Roper

Excerpted from Elijah, a Man Like Us

Going and Not Knowing

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