Story of the Day for Thursday July 17, 2014
The Gospel With Strings Attached
Why do you . . . put yokes on the necks of the disciples which neither our forefathers nor we have been able to bear?
In the late 1800s, missionaries evangelized the Yahgans to extinction.
The Yahgans lived in Tierra Del Fuego, an archipelago on the southern tip of South America. In the 1860s, Christian missionaries from England sailed to South America to bring the gospel to these primitive natives.
The Yahgans had developed an unbelievable tolerance for the cold, harsh climate. The women would dive into the frigid waters to find shellfish. They would grease their bodies to repel water. Except for a bikini-like cloth around their bottom, they were, well, like, naked.
Some of the missionaries objected to this “immorality” and insisted they wear clothes. They prevailed. But their clothes, which were perpetually wet in the damp climate, produced outbreaks of pneumonia and tuberculosis. This, along with the introduction of European diseases, reduced the Yahgan tribe to extinction
In the U.S., well-meaning Christians have tried to force the citizenry to behave like Christians. “Blue Laws” were once common, in which civil laws were passed forbidding stores or businesses to open on Sunday.
Where did we get the notion that we could make the world more Christian by ramming our religion down their throats? The Christian faith is about a relationship of love with God. Love never emerges from coercion. The only result of force is bitterness and resentment. How many believers can you name who were bludgeoned into the faith by being forced to behave like Christians?
Early in the life of the Church, the disciples faced a dilemma. People who weren’t Jewish began to believe in Jesus. Should they insist these Gentiles get circumcised and follow other Jewish practices?
Peter became a hero. He stood up and reminded everyone that both we and they are saved by grace of the Lord Jesus. Forcing them to bear the burdens of Jewish customs and laws was not going to bring them closer to the Lord.
The Church chose wisely and grace prevailed. And that’s why Gentile Christians have never gone extinct.
(text copyright 2013 by climbinghigher.org and by Marty Kaarre )
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Story of the Day for Wednesday July 16, 2014
A Robe Dipped in Blood
Pride goes before destruction, and an arrogant attitude before a fall.
England did her best when they sent General Edward Braddock to the Colonies during the French and Indian War of 1754 – 1763.
He arrived in his shiny brass buttons as commander-in-chief of North America, and led two brigades through the Pennsylvania wilderness to recapture Fort Duquesne (where Pittsburgh sits today).
Benjamin Franklin met with Braddock beforehand and warned him against Indian ambushes, but the general sniffed at the suggestion that savages could intimidate his highly trained British soldiers. Franklin observed later that Braddock “had too much self-confidence” and too low an opinion of the Indians.
A Virginia militia volunteered to fight with the British, and their young, 23-year-old leader, suggested that his rangers lead the expedition, since they understood Indian tactics and were familiar with the terrain. The 60-year-old Braddock was offended: “What! An American buskin teach a British general how to fight!”
The Virginians were sent to the rear.
The British march was a display of pomp and military precision. One observer said, “General Braddock marched through this wilderness as if he had been in a review in St. James Park.” The general sacrificed speed for ceremony, and, as a result, the Indians easily monitored his every move.
As they neared Fort Duquesne, the Indian ambush caught the British off balance. The young Virginian leader urged Braddock to disperse his troops and hide behind trees — as the Indians fought. Instead, Braddock stubbornly concentrated his men in tight platoons which were decimated as quickly as they were formed.
As Braddock tried vainly to rally his disorganized troops he was shot in the chest. Later, realizing he was mortally wounded, he gave his ceremonial sash to the Virginian officer whose advice he had ignored.
That young Virginian, George Washington, reportedly wore Braddock’s blood-stained sash for the rest of his career as commander of the Colonial Army. After becoming the first president of the United States, Washington continued to wear the sash. He would never forget that the greatest enemy to victory is pride.
Just as pride blinded General Braddock to the strength of his adversary, so pride blinds us to the power of sin. This is not a battle we can win on our own. It is not even a battle we must fight.
Jesus has conquered the Enemy. He rides a white horse with a robe dipped in blood. And only the notion that you don’t need his help can keep him from bringing you the victory you long for.
(copyright by climbinghigher.org and by Marty Kaarre)
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Story of the Day for Tuesday July 15, 2014
Where They Found Bread
Jesus said, . . . “Everything they do is done to impress others.”
When I was in seventh grade, our Science and English teachers were both single, and I think they were flirting.
After Science, we tumbled into Miss Polk’s English class. She noticed someone’s assignment given by Mr. Brinkman, our Science teacher. Snatching the assignment, she copied it on the blackboard (white boards were black in those days) and we spent the class period parsing it for grammatical flaws. We were all sobered to discover that it was a gravely flawed exhibition of the English language.
Miss Polk encouraged us to hand our revised copy of his assignment to him the next day – which we cheerfully did.
People who know a lot about sub-phyla and nematodes are not easily intimidated, and Mr. Brinkman took our chastisement in good humor. You could tell, however, that he was plotting revenge. He asked us to participate in a science experiment for English class next hour, and we all eagerly complied – because we all coveted a well-rounded education.
Mr. Brinkman asked us to engage in an act of civil obedience. He told us to walk into Miss Polk’s class without saying a word. He wanted us to be a model of perfect behavior.
The next hour, we quietly walked into class and took our seats. No talking, no laughing, no gum chewing. We all put our hands on our desks and stared attentively at Miss Polk.
At first, Miss Polk look surprised, but we noticed she was becoming unnerved by our attentiveness. As she started her lesson, and stared at a classroom where every face was focused on her every word, she became increasingly agitated. After five minutes, she waved toward the door and said, “Class dismissed.”
A classroom of perfect children is so eerie and unnatural that it soon becomes unbearable. Yet, sometimes, Christians get the impression that the world would be impressed if we acted perfect – as if we were unaffected by grief or temptation.
A plastered pious smile, when inwardly our heart is broken, looks phony — because it is phony. And when we try to hide our imperfections we look like a bald man whose toupee is sitting on his head sideways.
The world isn’t looking for us to be perfect; they’re looking for us to be honest. They’re not impressed with someone who claims that they’re never hungry, but they are intrigued by anyone who simply tells them where they found bread.
(text copyright 2012 by climbinghigher.org and by Marty Kaarre)
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Story of the Day for Thursday July 3, 2014
Refusing to Return the Insult
When they insulted Jesus, he refused to return the insult.
1 Peter 2:23
I know a guy who wears a grumpy face and looks like he just flunked out of Charm School. When I smile at him and say “Hi,” he normally just scowls and says nothing.
While driving through northern Wisconsin, I was listening to the radio and was jolted by the words of a Jewish man who survived the Nazi holocaust.
After Hitler’s regime collapsed, some Jews were intent on seeking vengeance against the Nazis. They were plotting how to torture those who had worked under Hitler.
But the Jewish holocaust survivor on the radio said he would meet a fellow Jew and ask, “Do you like the Nazis?”
“Like them!” the other man would spit back, “I LOATHE them!”
“Then, why do you want to be like them?”
When we lash back against those who have hurt us, we inevitably begin to resemble the ones we’re angry with. “They hurt me.” we conclude. “Well, I’m going to give them a taste of their own medicine.”
We become like the ones we hate.
We may not be aware of it, but when we fall into this way of thinking, we surrender our freedom to decide how we will behave. We relinquish that prerogative to those whose behavior we find disgusting. If they’re snotty to us, then we’ll be snotty to them. But we must understand clearly: our adversary is now the one calling the shots.
Jesus never let others dictate how he would behave. When they hammered his body on a cross, his enemies smugly assembled to taunt him and enjoy their triumph. But Jesus refused to trade insults or make threats.
Jesus’ enemies didn’t choose his behavior; he did.
Michael Green tells a story that goes something like this: A man goes to a newsstand to buy a paper. He politely asks for a daily newspaper and the man working at the kiosk rudely shoves it at him and, muttering, hands him his change.
As a friend observes all this, he asks the man as they walk away, “Does he always treat you so rudely?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
“And are you always so polite to him?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Why are you so nice to him when he’s so rude to you?”
“Because I don’t want him to decide how I am going to act.”
My sour-faced friend may never smile and return my greeting. He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t get to decide how I choose to behave.
(copyright 2012 by climbinghigher.org and by Marty Kaarre)
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Story of the Day for Wednesday July 2, 2014
The Great Potato Peeler War
Be eager to uphold the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.
Benjamin Browne relates the story of a wealthy man who donated a beautiful church building to a congregation in New England.
After the dedication, a group of women wanted to add an automatic potato peeler to the new kitchen equipment. The machine would wash and scrub the potatoes, then move then along a belt where a series of knives peeled the potatoes and dropped them into a kettle. Pretty snazzy.
A group of women, however, objected. They claimed they enjoyed the time to gather in the kitchen and peel potatoes and catch up on the latest gossip.
The two opposing groups of women quickly hardened into partisan groups. The Great Potato Peeler War had begun. Women lined up their husbands on the issue and the quarrel escalated. Soon the entire congregation was divided into the Pro-Potato Peeler Party and the Anti-Potato Peelers.
Benjamin Browne says that the pastor came to him one day for counseling. The pastor was so discouraged that he was resigning from the church. Browne was astounded and commented on the good fortune of the church: “You have a beautiful new building, free of debt, a most worshipful sanctuary, and a marvelous modern kitchen.”
“That kitchen is just the trouble,” he remarked, and then related the church division over the potato peeler.
The pastor said the two parties in the congregation bristled with antagonism toward each other. They had become so focused on their quarrel that they were unreceptive to any spiritual message in worship. The pastor, sadly, left the church because he said the gospel could no longer be heard in such an atmosphere.
You may have never heard of The Great Potato Peeler War, but what is troubling is that you can picture it happening. You can relate because you have known similarly senseless divisions in the church.
What would happen if the leading woman who wanted to buy the potato peeler would stand up before the congregation and rescind the intention to buy the potato peeler because of the hurt it has caused to others she dearly loves? What if she apologized and asked forgiveness?
And what if the leading woman who didn’t want the machine offered to purchase it for the church with her own money? And if she humbly confessed that it was not the potato peeler, but her own stubbornness, that was causing so much trouble in the church.
Do you know what would happen? I don’t. But I do know the power of the Spirit. And I do know the result would be beautiful.
(copyright 2012 by climbinghigher.org and by Marty Kaarre)
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Story of the Day for Tuesday July 1, 2014
Dr. Livingstone, I Presume?
Even though he didn’t remove the high places, Asa’s heart was fully committed to the Lord all his days.
1 Kings 15:14
David Livingstone is hailed as one of the greatest Christian missionaries of all time. That’s odd in a way, because he only had one convert in his entire career.
He wasn’t a great preacher and the London Missionary Society would have rejected him, but the director gave him a second chance to pass the course. In addition to this, he was a lousy leader and was incapable of organizing large-scale projects.
Livingstone lacked the gifts you would desire in a missionary, but you simply could not get this man to quit. While trying to set up a mission, he was mauled by a lion and almost killed. After that, his arm was partially disabled and caused constant pain. Then his wife died of malaria. Livingstone himself often had his food and medical supplies stolen. His suffered from pneumonia, cholera and tropical ulcers. He became half blind.
But he wouldn’t quit. “I am prepared to go anywhere,” he said, “provided it is forward.”
No one back home quite knew how to deal with him. A missionary society wrote him and asked, “Have you found a good road to where you are? If so, we want to know how to send other men to join you.”
Livingstone wrote back, “If you have men who will come only if they know there is a good road, I don’t want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all.”
Livingstone disappeared into the interior of Africa and explored areas that no white man had ever explored. He once lost contact with the outside world for six years. Those on the home front urged he be cautious. “If we wait till we run no risk, the gospel will never be introduced into the interior,” he wrote back.
Livingstone was not only a missionary but a doctor – so he could care for the sick. When 19th century Britain was still looking for “lesser races” to rule, he changed the national mindset to see them as equals. His letters and books stirred support for the abolition of slavery.
When this undaunted missionary died, the British demanded his remains. His body now lies in Westminster Abbey.
But not his heart. The natives cut out his heart and buried it where he died. “You can have his body,” they said, “but his heart belongs in Africa.”
Livingstone wrote in his dairy, “God, send me anywhere, only go with me. Lay any burden on me, only sustain me. Sever me from any tie but the tie that binds me to Your service and to Your heart.”
Don’t worry about the gifts you lack. Just keep going in any direction . . . as long as it is forward.
Where does your heart belong? Are you willing to be sent anywhere as long as God is with you? Can you handle any burden with God’s sustaining guidance? What are the strengths God has given you to serve him with your whole heart?
(text copyright 2012 by climbinghigher.org and by Marty Kaarre)
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