THE REBEL JESUS

I have enjoyed the music of the Chieftains for many years. I think I purchased their CD called The Belles of Dublin over 10 years ago. The Chieftains are a traditional Irish band  from Dublin, Ireland. Their sound, which is almost entirely instrumental and largely built around uilleann pipes (the national bagpipes of Ireland), has become synonymous with traditional Irish music and they are regarded as having helped popularize Irish music across the world.

The Chieftains from Last.fm

One song on this CD that has always captivated me is The Rebel Jesus. The words describe a Christmas scene and how many of us go about the Christmas season. We buy presents for our friends and family, we may take an annual pilgrimage  to church, and we might consider giving something to those less fortunate.

All of these are good, but as the song instructs us, there is more.  Read these words of the third verse:

"We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why they are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus."

As we look back at 2012, we are thankful for the many who have "interfered in the business of why they are poor" by volunteering at and financially supporting your Faith in Action. You are Faith in Action. Also, we are asking for your continued support in 2013 as we focus on the "why they are poor." 

The Rebel Jesus
(Click on The Rebel Jesus to hear this song.)

Be Strong and Courageous

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
Joshua 1:9

When have you been afraid? I remember growing up in our holler on the Benham Road in Bristol, VA being awaken one night by the scream of a bobcat. My adrenaline was pumping and my heart was racing. Adrenaline has numerous effects on different parts of the body such as more blood will traveling to our brains which makes our minds keener.  The adrenaline kick will usually last for one or two minutes, during which time you’ll have hopefully dealt with the dangerous situation. Isn't the design of the body by God amazing? Adrenaline may allow us to show more courage in dangerous situations.

I recently read a list of things that frighten us. The top ten are as follows:

survivingsurvivalism.com 

1. Fear of flying
2. Fear of public speaking
3. Fear of heights
4. Fear of the dark
5. Fear of intimacy
6. Fear of death, dying
7. Fear of failure
8. Fear of rejection
9. Fear of spiders
10. Fear of commitment

According to this list, we would rather die than fly or be required to speak in public. I did find it humorous that fear of clowns was number 22. I guess some people do fear me (my friend Phil Leonard always said I was a clown.)

I must admit I was fearful this week after seeing how divided we are in our country as shown in the election results. What really concerns me is our inability to address real issues without lying about the issues and then demonizing our political opponents. Our country has major issues to address and it will not be led from the White House but from our houses. Christians will be required more now than ever to be strong and courageous.

We may think this thing of courage is not required but according to the first chapter of Joshua it is a command. Actually God is commanding Joshua to be strong and courageous. But with God there is always a promise. God told Joshua “for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

We can let fear dominate our life or we can choose to be strong and courageous. We can let fear grip our heart and influence our decisions. We can rationalize why we can’t be strong or courageous. We can justify why we should be discouraged and drown in self-pity and yet what does God command? “Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

“The Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” What a wonderful promise for the family of God.

Yes, there is a Mayberry

This week marks the passing of Andy Griffith, someone we all wanted to know. Actually we all want to know someone like the character he played on the Andy Griffith Show, Sheriff Andy Taylor. 

 

In the show, Andy is a widower and father to one young son, Opie. Andy's Aunt Bee acts as his live-in housekeeper and as surrogate grandmother to Opie. Andy goes fishing with his son and often spends evenings on the front porch strumming his guitar.  Andy always covers for his bumbling deputy, Barney Fife and he loves to play pranks.  He always helps the less fortunate, helps his community, goes to church, and is a giver. 

On July 6 after a hot day of work loading food in cars at the food pantry, I decided it was time for a hair cut.  I usually go to Wal Mart (I like to hear my name announced on the intercom at Wal Mart, “Larry Bays to Cost Cutters”).  But I forgot to take exit 7 so I ended up in my community of Indian Springs where there is an old fashion barber shop like Floyd's Barber Shop.   I had never been there before but decided to give it a try.  

When I went inside, my local pharmacist and friend, Michael Messamore, had just gotten in the barber's chair. Seeing Michael there gave me some comfort that this was not a butcher shop for hair.  Michael knows me well, having provided all of the medicine and chemo 5-FU for my late wife Betty.  Michael always waited on me personally and would always tell me that he, his wife Laura and daughter Sarah were praying for us.  As Michael was leaving he told me Sarah is getting married next week.  I then remembered how Andy Taylor never wanted to look like he had just gotten a hair cut.  I thought that’s why Michael was here a week before Sarah’s wedding day; he had watched Andy explain that to Opie.  Yes, there is a Mayberry!

 

Also in the Indian Springs barber shop, asleep on the couch, was my good friend Jim Fuller.  Jim and I have breakfast about once a month.  I sat down next to Jim and starting gently pulling the paper off his chest, just like Andy would do to Barney.  As the barber and Michael laughed, I tried to startle my friend Jim.  Jim eventually woke up and we caught up on what was happening in both of our lives.  We set a date for our next breakfast and argued about whose turn it was to buy.    Jim is a really good man and he comes from the good stock.  I met Jim about three years ago. He is retired from Eastman Chemical, a native of Bristol, VA, a graduate of Virginia Tech, a faithful husband, good dad and granddad, and is experienced with grief.    When I first met Jim I learned his dad was the Fuller of the Fuller Bus Line in Bristol from years ago.  I have fond memories of Mr. Fuller from a Christmas morning around 1959.  My dad loved to drive buses and would drive charter buses for Mr. Fuller on weekends.  On that Christmas morning, Mr. Fuller was out delivering ham and turkey to all of his employees just like Andy and Barney on the Andy Griffith Show.    I never forgot his kindness to my dad and to our family.  Yes, there is a Mayberry!

I have the privilege of working for an organization that helps feed over 2000 people each month.   Through this organization people in need are provided clothing, transportation, medical treatment, medicine, and financial assistance.   We are actually like Andy, we are not Andy Taylor but we are representing over 20 churches, 400 volunteers, and civic minded companies in our community.  Because of them and volunteers like Marty, Nancy,  Sally,  Bill, Bob, Mary Ann, Penny, Madelyn, Kathy, Jane, Sharon, Don, Bruce, and too many others to list, we are able to serve our community in a effective and efficient way.  Yes, there is a Mayberry!   

Call Me Simple Minded


Proverbs 21:30  “There is no wisdom, no insight, no plan that can succeed against the LORD.”

1 Corinthians 3:19 For the wisdom of this world is nonsense to God, for it is written: “He has seized the wise in their craftiness.”


I love Natural Tunnel State Park.  The Park is in Scott County, VA. about 20 miles north of Kingsport, TN.  I first went there when I was 4 to 5 years old with my Aunt Francis. She bravely took all five of her nephews, ranging in age from 5 to 11.   I have gone to the park over 15 times in the past 10 years. I have enjoyed Pappa Joe Smiddy Concerts, lights in the park, and just looking at the beautiful scenery.   I especially enjoy riding my motorcycle there on cool fall days.


Last year I rode my motorcycle to the park and took the chair lift to the base of the tunnel.  There I found Tony Scales who had written a book about history of the tunnel and how he claims the tunnel was formed.   Scales was selling copies of the book titled Natural Tunnel: Nature's Marvel in Stone.  Mr. Scales is a nice man and I enjoyed getting his insights on the history of the tunnel but I must admit he and I are worlds apart on its formation.   According to Mr. Scales and the official Natural Tunnel web page:  “The creation of Natural Tunnel began more than a million years ago in the early glacial period when groundwater bearing carbonic acid percolated through crevices and slowly dissolved surrounding limestone and dolomite bedrock. Then, what is now Stock Creek was probably diverted underground to continue carving the tunnel slowly over many centuries.”

May I Have Your Attention Please?

1974

How many of you remember teachers back in your high school or college days asking for your attention?  I remember one cold January morning in 1975, when I vaguely heard a similar phrase attached to my name.  I was in my 3^rd year of college and taking an 8 a.m. class.  I avoided early classes like the plague, not because I am not a morning person, but because I worked nights at UPS to pay for college. This particular Friday morning I was in a corporate income tax class taught by Dr. George Morton.  I was practicing my newfound talent of sleeping while sitting up straight in a desk when I heard these words from the girl sitting next to me: “Wake up...wake up! He is asking you a question.”  Then I heard Dr. Morton say, in his deep southern drawl, “We’ll wait on Mr. Bays to come back to the world. Mr. Bays, would you answer the question?” Much to my embarrassment I didn’t know the answer and I didn’t even know the question.  

Jesus used various methods to get people’s attention while He walked on earth.  Jesus was the Master at painting world pictures.  He often did not speak literally, but figuratively. He spoke in parables and painted word pictures. Instead of literally coming out and saying what he meant, he often would tell a story to get people’s attention.  These messages of Jesus frequently frustrated his disciples. They wished that he would speak literally and not be quite so subtle.  Jesus used overstatements, hyperboles, puns, similes, metaphors, proverbs, riddles, and paradoxes.   

Here are a few examples:

Luke 14:26  “If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even their own life—such a person cannot be my disciple.” 

Matthew 7:3-5  “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?  How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?  You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”

Matthew 16:18  “And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it.”

Matthew 5:13  “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.”

I really enjoy Jesus’ word pictures where: 

•  He said, “I am the light of the world”  just before He created sight for a man born blind (John 9:5).
• Jesus ask a woman for water and then says, “He gives living water.” (John 4:10)
• After feeding the five thousand, He says, “I am the bread of life.” (John  6:35)

Perhaps the greatest word picture Jesus ever drew was at the Last Supper. There He told us to remember His death until He returns, providing a picture that is observed by Christians to this day.  Just think about it: the one thing Jesus wanted to emphasis most was His death and resurrection. It wasn't His miracles, His creation of sight, or His ability to outwit His enemies. No, He asked us to remember His agonizing death. It was as if it was the high point of His life.  Everything was secondary compare to this moment.

During the Last Supper—a Passover celebration—Jesus took a loaf of bread and gave thanks to God. As He broke it and gave it to His disciples, He said, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying,  “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you” (Luke 22:19-21). He concluded the feast by singing a hymn (Matthew 26:30), and they went out into the night to the Mount of Olives. It was there that Jesus was betrayed, as predicted, by Judas. The following day He was crucified. The accounts of the Lord’s Supper are found in the Gospels (Matthew 26:26-29; Mark 14:17-25; Luke 22:7-22; and John 13:21-30).

Singer, songwriter, and teacher Michael Card talked about his understanding of the Last Supper in a retreat I attended three years ago at the Billy Graham Center at the Cove. Card said he doesn't partake in the Lord’s Supper because he deserves to eat and drink at this holy table, but he runs to this table because he needs the cleansing it provides.

Michael Card

Have the word pictures painted by Jesus caused you to give Him your attention?  Have you run to the Savior for the cleansing He alone can provide?  That is why He came, lived a perfect life, died, and physically rose from the dead.  He wants you to know how much He loves you.  If you will give Him your attention, you will be internally thankful and blessed.

By the way, Dr. Morton required me to give him my attention for the remainder of my tax class. He called on me for the answer to the first question of every class, another question near the middle of the class, and the last question of each class. What was the result? I not only passed the class but I made a B and when it came time to sit for the C.P.A. exam, I was prepared.  Thank you, Dr. Morton.

Come to the Table by Michael Card

Time to Grow Up

“When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.” - 1 Corinthians 13:11

I have heard a lot of sermons and read a few authors on the subject of Christian maturity. The writings and the sermons usually talk about the characteristics of a mature Christian and the characteristics of an immature Christian. But none of these sermons or writings have impacted me as much as the words of my sweet granddaughter on May 27, 2011.

I had the joy of keeping this two-year-old  most of that day while my very good son-in-law surprised his bride with a day out on her birthday. So while Laura and Michael were out for the day, Leah and I had a talk. Leah’s mommy and daddy had been teaching her that she was becoming a big girl and big girls don’t need diapers. My instruction from Leah came as I was changing her diaper. Leah looked at me and said, “Papaw, you are too big for diapers.....but I am little.”

It seems like just yesterday when I had written about the birth of this child. The following is an excerpt from that writing:

Love at First Sight
“Actually, the title of this article is not correct. The truth is I loved her before I ever met her. When I first learned of her a few months ago, I loved her. Then about 6 months ago, I saw a picture of her and I was hooked. Now before you get the wrong idea, I have been a grandfather in waiting for the past 9 months. Waiting to see and hold a God created new life.    Finally the call came from Michael as Bradley and I paced in Saint Mary’s waiting room.   Laura was fine and I heard Leah’s cry for the first time over the telephone.  

“Then it happened. I held her in my arms and I started speaking in a new language with phrases like, ‘she is papaw’s girl,’... ‘she loves her papaw,’ ... and the worse one, ‘she looks just like her papaw.’ 

“On April 20, 2009 at 8:08 p.m., a major change took place in my life: Leah Abigail Thelen was born. I am now reeling from the wonder and awe of that experience. I recall how the excitement surrounding the pregnancy announcement quickly changed to the stunning realization that the birth of this child would make me a grandfather.   I've been grandfathered, in spite of myself. It is a time of unmatched joy in the miraculous gift of new life, the opportunity to witness and share in the life of another human being.  One look at Leah, less than 2 hours old, did me in completely. And holding this miraculous bundle of life totally destroyed my manufactured composure.”

Now, just over two short years later and she is giving me instructions?  Who taught this bundle to talk anyway? It had to be her Uncle Bradley.

Leah’s words have stayed with me over the past year as I have pondered them from time to time. I must admit I have thought more about Leah’s words than any sermon on this matter. Leah is right; I am way too old and too big for diapers. As I look back over the past few years, I see times when I have acted selfishly, immature, and just plan wrong.  My excuses are just like Leah’s, “but I am little.” I have more than my share of, “But I……” You complete the sentence. I have used about any excuse you can imagine.

The problem with me has been my lack of spiritually maturity. Peter said, “As newborn babies desire the sincere milk of the word that you may grow by it.” (I Peter 2:2). In another place Paul said, “strong meat (chewable food that needs to be digested) is for men of full age.” (Hebrews 5:14). Peter said,  “Grow in the grace and in the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.” (II Peter 3:18)

How do I stop wearing spiritual diapers? Admitting the need to grow is the first step for a RDW (recovering diaper wearer). The second thing is to study the Bible and keep attending church. We must be patient. “To become perfect and mature, lacking nothing, we must have patience.” (James 1:4). In the words of Jim Valvano, “Don't Give Up . . . Don't Ever Give Up.” Then live every day as a servant of Christ should live.

P.S. - Update on Leah's instructions: I received a voice mail from her the other day. Instead of singing deep and wide she was singing deep and Papaw. Enough already! I will go on a diet. Who taught this child to sing anyway? It must have been her Uncle Bradley.

The Dastardly Duo Plotting! 

Stay tuned for the next Leah episode, same Leah time, 
same Leah channel.  

Looking For Rainbows

Sea of Galilee at Tiberias

Genesis 9:13-15

 I have placed my rainbow in the clouds. It is the sign of my covenant with you and with all the earth. When I send clouds over the earth, the rainbow will appear in the clouds, and I will remember my covenant with you and with all living creatures. Never again will the floodwaters destroy all life.



Rainbows!    Do you look for rainbows?   I do and I love this picture of my daughter Laura and granddaughter Leah looking at a rainbow.  I even gave Leah a rainbow maker that projects a rainbow on her ceiling at night.  It is a cheap imitation of the real thing.   Real rainbows can only be made by God.

 I saw a fantastic rainbow over the Sea of Galilee when I was in Israel.  There I learned of a Hebrew Rainbow Blessing.   It goes like this:

Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh zokher hab'rit v'ne'eman bivrito v'kayam b'ma'amaro.  Translated:  Blessed are You, Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe, who remembers the covenant, and is faithful to God's covenant, and keeps God's promise.

Maybe that is why I and so many others look for rainbows. We are actually looking for the promise and to remember.  I know someone who really looks for rainbows. It is my friend, Jim Cline (and he gave me permission in 1991 to share his story).   I met Jim when my family and I lived in Kansas City.  Jim and I had a lot in common.  First the obvious, he is a handsome man and a successful CPA.......  Ok, I am a man and an inactive CPA.  He drove a really nice car, a BMW.   Ok, I drove an Oldsmobile.  His flavor of church was Methodist and mine was Baptist.  His son’s first name was James and they called him Jimmy.  My son’s first name is James and we call him Bradley.

Did you notice the change from present to past tense for his son Jimmy?  That was a big difference between Jim and I. His son Jimmy had died in a car wreck at the age of 16 just about four months before I met Jim.   Jim shared his story about Jimmy with me over the next year before my family and I left Kansas.  Jimmy had been killed in on Interstate 435 about 3 miles from my home on a rainy Friday night in September.  Jimmy was hurrying home to make curfew and was not wearing his seat belt.  The next day was unimaginable for the Clines but Jimmy’s two younger brothers had a football game scheduled in which their dad was the coach.  Jim reluctantly agreed to go because the boys wanted to play for Jimmy.   But by the end of the first period, all three were sitting on the bench, crying and numb on this cold and rainy Kansas City afternoon. Jim then recalled seeing the most beautiful rainbow he had ever seen and he felt calmness as he remembered God’s promise.

Fast forward to Thanksgiving as Jim and his family were gathering at his parents’ for a meal.  Jim's heart had been heavy the entire week wanting to know for sure if Jimmy was in heaven and he was asking for something from God, a word or a sign.   Also, Jim kept thinking all week about the rainbow he had seen on the Saturday after Jimmy’s death.   As Jim was walking into his parents’ home, his niece was with him and said:  “Look Uncle Jim at that beautiful rainbow and there is not a cloud in the sky.”  It was Jimmy’s rainbow and Jim again remembered God’s promise.

About two weeks later Jim received a call from one of Jimmy’s classmates. She wanted to give Jim something Jimmy had given her.  It was a letter written by Jimmy to encourage her and it contained a statement of his faith in God and his love for his dad, Jim.  Coincidence?   I don’t think so.  I believe that we do have a supernatural God that cares for His children and that He speaks to us in a small, still voice also known as a gentle whisper.

Do you look for rainbows in bad circumstances?   God’s promise is the same for you as it was for Noah and my friend Jim.  In Hebrews 14:4-6 it says, “... For He Himself has said,  ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you.’ So we may boldly say:

     ‘The LORD is my helper;
      I will not fear.
      What can man do to me?’”

The next time you see a rainbow remember the promise and say the blessing; God will make a way for you too:

Blessed are You, Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe, who remembers the covenant, and is faithful to God's covenant, and keeps God's promise.

Mahalia Jackson