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Learning to Play the Dining Room Table

 

                Do you see a man skilled in his work?  He will stand in the presence of kings. 

Proverbs 22:29    

 

Talent is greatly overrated. Talent is a God-given gift. But skill is the honing of that gift by dogged, daily discipline.   

We Christians can get uneasy talking excelling at a skill. For one, our faith is founded on what God has accomplished for us – without our cooperation and effort. The
beauty of God is that we don’t work our way up to heaven, but that he
comes down to us.  If you work for something, you get a paycheck. But a
gift is free. Jesus gives us the gift of eternal life. 
 

But, secondly, striving for excellence sounds suspiciously like pride – which is a particularly ugly sin.     

 

Both of these cautions are legitimate.  We can’t get to heaven by working hard, and pride bugs others and rots our soul.  

But working hard to develop the gifts God has given us pleases him. The paradox of faith is that we are not saved by our works, but we are created by God to do good works.   

 

God does not give gifts so that we may gloat in our distinction over others.  God gives gifts so we can serve others. 

I’m not impressed by your natural talent, or my own. The real question is: how hard are you willing to work to develop that natural talent into excellence?   

Rosalind Russell was one of the most famous movie stars of her day.  She
says she gets letters from people who say they have talent – their
teachers think so, their mothers think so, and they were a hit in the
school play.  Russell’s responds, “Fine, but do you also have
self-discipline?”  She claims the ability to work hard is the key to
success in show business.
 

 

Albert
Schweitzer’s talent as a musician was obvious at an early age.  He was
performing in church by the age of nine.  By his late twenties he was an
internationally renowned concert organist. 
 

During World War I, he was interned as a German citizen in French occupied Africa He was sent from his home in Africa to a concentration camp at Garaison in the Pyrenees. Schweitzer
had no access to an organ, so his fellow prisoners watched for hours
while he would pretend the dining room table was his organ.  His feet
would work the imaginary pedals as he would perform chorales and fugues
from memory. 
Hour after hour.  

When Schweitzer was released in 1918, after years of confinement, the world was stunned he still retained his virtuosity at the pipe organ.   

His fellow prisoners knew better.  He had been practicing the organ all the time.  It just looked a lot like a dining room table.  

 

 


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How to Fall Off a Cliff


“How to Fall Off a Cliff”

 

               Throw all your worries on God, because he cares about you. 

1 Peter 5:7   

 

It was a dark and stormy night.  The man’s candle lantern blew out, and now he made his way in the inky blackness along the dirt road to the nearest farmhouse.   

In the darkness he wandered off the road and stumbled over a cliff.  As he fell he grabbed hold of a branch jutting out from the side of the cliff. He shouted for help, but his cries were not answered.  Steadily,
his arms began to weaken. When he could no longer hold on, he let out a
groan, and fell . . . six inches to the bottom of the ditch. 
 

 

That man was terrified as he hung from the branch. But his fear was due to lack of knowledge. Had he had known he was only six inches from the ditch he would have no trouble letting go.  

That raises an intriguing question: how much of our anxiety is based on a lack of knowledge? If you think about it, just about all our anxiety is based on our lack of knowledge.    

 

“That’s great, Uncle Marty. Unfortunately,
I already know my anxiety is based on my lack of knowledge, but I can’t
do anything to change it!  I don’t know how the stock market is going
to do next week, or how effective the chemo treatments are going to
work, or whether Thelma will still like me after I accidentally ran over
her cat.”
 

 

Maybe this will help. Steve Brown, in a teaching called, Walking Free,
talked about those dreaded threats we all remember. His grade school
teacher warned the class that, if they didn’t behave, they would be sent
to the principal’s office. 
 

The
dreaded day arrived when Steve Brown could no longer be good. As he
made his way to the principal’s office, he reflected on his life’s end. 
 

When he sat before the principal, he said, “You’re having trouble, aren’t you Stephen?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You don’t like that teacher very much, do you?” 

“Uh . . . no sir, not much.” 

And
then the principal said, “I don’t either.” They laughed together. And
then Stephen realized that all the rumors about the principal were
untrue. He wasn’t the stern authority figure
that other people said he was. 

The
principal told Steve, “I want you to come down and meet me in my
office, and I’ll get you out before the bus leaves so you can get home
on time.”  They became friends. 
 

 

You don’t have to know God’s plan for your future in order to get rid of anxiety.  All you really need to know is that your Father cares about you.  And that he’s your friend.  

 


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“Spotting Thieves and Rascals”

 

               
Don’t judge anything before the proper time – when the Lord comes. He
will bring to light the secrets hidden in darkness and will reveal the
motives of the heart.
 

1 Corinthians 4:5    

 

Our driveway used to be the community gathering place for kids to play basketball.  

My kids had the bad habit of leaving our basketball outside. I warned them that if they didn’t bring it in at night, somebody was going to steal it.  

Sure enough – one day I looked out the window. No basketball.  

 

So, who took it? I had my list of suspects. When my kids would invite friends over to play, I would level my gaze at them. If you lack my ability, this may sound odd to you, but it’s almost as if I can peer into a person’s soul and know what they’re thinking. When I stare into the eyes of the neighbor kids, I notice the ones who drop their heads slightly and avert my gaze. In this way, I can quickly assess who the thieves and rascals are. 

 

My wife doesn’t judge people. She just loves them. When the neighbor kids come over, I’m staring at them to root out the
thieves and rascals, and she’s asking them if they would like some
cookies. I don’t think you should reward thieves and rascals by giving
them
chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven. But she does it anyway.  

 

You know, it’s bad enough that I think I can discern what’s going on in another person’s heart. What’s even worse is that, once I claim to know their thoughts and motives, I look down on them.   

Jesus
is the only person who knows what’s going on in the dark, murky places
of our heart. Yet, oddly enough, he didn’t walk around with
a rock in his hand – ready to wing it at the first sinner he met.  

When a Samaritan woman with loose morals met him at Jacob’s well, he told her he knew about her past husbands and present live-in
lover. If his goal was to condemn her, he certainly didn’t have to sit
by a well at the hottest part of the day. He was sitting there because
he wanted to offer her the water of life.
When Jesus looked into the darkness of her soul, it brought out his compassion for her.   

 

People
who meet my wife leave with warm cookies in their tummies, but also
with the warm feeling that they are accepted and loved. When people meet
my soul-searching gaze, they leave with a vague feeling of guilt – like
they ought to buy me a new basketball, or something.
 

 

Our
kids led a basketball-less life for several months. One day, as I was
cleaning out the entryway closet I found – way in the back – my kids’
basketball.
 

The funny thing is: the neighborhood kids don’t look like thieves anymore.  

 

They still look like rascals, though . . . I can see it in their eyes. 

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What Happened on the Drawbridge?

 

             
God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son, that whoever
believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.
 

John 3:16    (mck)

 

John Griffith worked as the controller of a railroad drawbridge across the Mississippi River.  One day, in the summer of 1937, John took his eight-year-old son, Greg, along with him to work.   

At noon, John put the bridge up so ships could pass, and then sat on the observation deck with his son to eat lunch.   

John
was startled by the sound of a train whistle from the east.  He knew it
was the Memphis Express, a 400-passenger train heading over the
Mississippi from East St. Louis 

He
raced from the observation deck to the control tower.  Just before he
threw the lever to lower the bridge, he glanced down to see if any ships
were passing below, and noticed that his son had slipped from the
observation tower and fallen into the gear mechanism.  His left leg was
caught in the cogs of the two main gears. 
 

John Griffith froze for a moment in fear.  The Memphis
Express was nearing the  river. If he did not lower the bridge, the
train would have no time to stop.  But if he lowered the bridge, it
would crush his son to death.
 

John
knew what he had to do.  He grabbed the master lever . . . and lowered
the bridge.  The train was just starting across the river when the
bridge was completely lowered. 
 

As
the train passed his control booth, he saw the faces of the
passengers.  No one looked at him.  No one looked down at his dead son
in the gear assembly. 
 

In his anguish John shouted, “I sacrificed my son for you!”   

 

This story, made popular by the late Dr. D. James Kennedy, has been retold countless times as a parable of the Good News.   

But how could such a tragedy become a picture of good news?  Well,
it’s about love, really.  God the Father spoke from heaven at Jesus’
baptism, “This is my Son, whom I love! With him I am well pleased.” 
When Jesus stood on a mountain top with three of his disciples, the
Father repeated his words, “This is my Son, whom I love!” 
 

We cannot comprehend the moment, but we know that the Father willingly took his beloved Son, and put him to death.


Why? 
To spare the lives of all of us as we were speeding to our deaths. 
God’s Son stood in our place and died, that we, the guilty ones, might
live. 
 

God loved his Son.  No surprise there.  But the beauty of it all, and what makes this message so good, is that God loves us as well.   

And many years ago, he stood with his hand on the switch, and made his choice.  


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“Why Some Good Manners Are Bad” 

 

              But God has composed the Body as to give greater honor to those lacking it.  

1 Corinthians 12:24    (mck) 

 

 

Finns are considered one of the most informal cultures in the world. Some have said their national costume is the tracksuit. They seldom wear suits and ties and normally call teachers by their first names.  

The Finns don’t make a big fuss about a person’s status in society.  But they are kind, and understand their informality could easily offend those from other cultures. Thus, guidebooks on social etiquette have been frequent best-sellers in Finland.  

 

Manners should be motivated by respect for other people. But, sometimes, manners originate to show our dis-respect for them. 

 

In
medieval times, feudal societies marked their social status by their
“manners.” Our English word, “courtesy,” originally referred to the
behavior of those in
royal “courts” – as opposed to the feudal
peasants. Those who received a formal education adopted distinct
manners to indicate their superiority to the uneducated masses.
Before 1611, dining forks were unknown in England. After Thomas Coryate introduced them from Italy, they soon became markers of social status and sophistication.  

Don’t get me wrong: I highly encourage showing
respect to those in offices of authority. While performing their
duties, we’re doing a good thing when we call a judge “Your Honor,” or a
policeman, “Officer.” But we must remember that drinking tea with our
pinkie in the air can become a thinly disguised means of displaying our
snobbishness.
 

 

The Bible says we should show respect for those in authority. But God destroys snobbishness by flipflopping the rules. He has composed the body of Christ so that those who lack status are to be shown special honor.   

 

A century ago, Cecil
Rhodes was, to put it mildly, an influential man. He founded the Rhodes
Scholarship, the largest diamond company in the world (DeBeers), and
even founded a country (
Rhodesia).  

As a British statesman, Rhodes was a stickler for proper dress. Once, Rhodes
invited a young man to dinner. The man arrived by train and was
directly escorted to Rhode’s mansion in his travel-stained clothes. The
young man was aghast to see that all the other guests wearing full
evening dress.
 

When Rhodes spotted his young guest, he immediately disappeared. When he returned to his guests, he was no longer wearing evening dress, but instead, an old suit similar to that of the young man who just arrived off the train.  

 

Manners can be used to flaunt social status. But manners can also be used to show that, in God’s eyes, we’re all loved the same. 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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“Are You Wise, or Just Blowing Smoke?” 

               Wisdom is justified by what it produces. 

Matthew 11:19   (mck)

 

Do you want others to think you’re wise? The simplest way is to smoke a pipe.    

Don’t worry about the brand of tobacco nor the pipe style. They don’t matter. But you must – and I repeat myself for emphasis – you must have good matches that light on the first strike, or you’ll look incompetent.  

 

Okay, the stage is set: now you must wait until a friend asks you a question, such as, “What is the price of tea in China?”    

Pick up your pipe, and tamp the tobacco in the bowl with your index finger.  (Don’t do anything fast or it won’t work.) 

“Well,” you say. 

Light a match, get a good draw, lean back in your chair and puff on your pipe a couple times. 

With the pipe between your teeth you say, It all depends.” Now, slowly take the pipe out of your mouth, point the mouthpiece at your friend, and deliver your line, “It all depends. . . on how much it costs.”   

It works! (Okay, maybe it’s more effective for men than women, but it does work.)  

 

Some of you, however, don’t really care if you appear wise; you want to be wise.  You are the difficult ones to please.  

 

The first thing to realize is that wisdom is not based on intelligence.   

Lewis Terman
was a Stanford psychology professor who dedicated a lifetime of
research to study geniuses. He began in 1921 by locating 1470 children
with IQs over 140. These geniuses, called “
Terman’s Termites,” were tracked into adulthood. Would they have better jobs? Better psychological health? Better marriages?   

Terman published several volumes of research on these geniuses, called Genetic Studies of Genius. After compiling a mountain of research, Terman discovered that highly intelligent people are no more likely to be successful in life than anyone else.   

 

Wisdom is not about being intelligent; it is about knowing and living what is True. And that is where the spiritual merges with the “real world.” The deepest source of wisdom is the truth that the
Lord reveals. Jesus said that wisdom is justified by her works. If
someone claims to be wise, in other words, we should look to what that
wisdom produces.
 

The Bible says that all of God’s wisdom is found in Jesus. If you doubt that, look at what Jesus’ wisdom produces.  The life touched by his grace is a beautiful thing.  

 

For those of you who only want to appear wise, you might also try cultivating a British accent.  


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Floating like a Genius


Floating like a Genius

 

               And the waters rose and increased greatly upon the earth, and the ark floated on the surface of the water. 

Genesis 7:18    (mck) 

 

The official opening of the Imperial Hotel was canceled when a massive earthquake (with a magnitude of 8.3) rocked the city. 

 

Frank Lloyd Wright was hired to build the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo,
but was dismayed to learn that the construction site was covered with
sixty feet of alluvial mud. Not only was it impossible to build a solid
foundation on such fluid ground, but the area was prone to earthquakes.
 

Wright,
however, took up the challenge. If he could not build a foundation
strong enough to withstand a quake, why not build one that would “ride
on” the tremors?
 

He
designed the hotel to float like a boat. Each room was hinged like a
string of railroad cars so they could sway during a quake. Normally,
wiring and piping is encased in concrete, but Wright had them suspended
so they could swing freely.
 

 

On September 1, 1923, the day of the hotel’s grand opening, one of the most devastating quakes in Tokyo’s history leveled the city. 

When news of the disaster hit the United States,
the word spread that Frank Lloyd Wright’s hotel had collapsed. One
newspaper called Wright for comment. He told them they could print the
story if they wanted to, but they would have to retract it later. Wright
was adamant that his hotel withstood the quake.
 

Later, Baron Kihachiro Okura sent a telegram to Wright: HOTEL STANDS UNDAMAGED AS MONUMENT TO YOUR GENIUS. CONGRATULATIONS. 

 

So,
what was Wright’s “genius”?  His brilliance was his ability to
acknowledge weakness. Since he couldn’t design the building to resist an
earthquake, he made it “weak.” It didn’t matter if it rattled and
swayed – all it had to do was “float.”
 

 

Many artist renditions of Noah’s ark depict a ship, with a sloping hull. God, however, didn’t tell Noah to build a boat; he told him to build a big, rectangular box. Ships have hulls so they can go somewhere. The ark’s only purpose was to float.  

When
the flood of God’s judgment deluged a wicked world, the ark served as
God’s protecting mercy for those inside it. It didn’t matter how high
the flood rose – the ark just floated on top of the water.
 

 

No
one is strong enough to withstand the crushing weight of guilt. But the
Lord invites us to enter his ark. When we take refuge in his grace, we
can be confident that we will float on top of the storm – safe, warm,
and dry.
 

Learn what it means to float, and Frank Lloyd Wright won’t be the only one considered a genius.  

 


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