The Law and Grace. Day three...
During the years I operated my furniture factory I employed many, many different kinds of people. Most of my employees did their very best to do their jobs—most, but not all.
One of the more difficult problems I encountered was to do a group correction. By that I mean a general correction that applied to an unknown amount of people—such as bringing up a housekeeping issue that was creating a safety hazard in the plant.
The Law and Grace. Day two...
Here in the United States we have a tendency to name everything. Not only do we give each other names as human beings, we also assign a name to everything animate and inanimate.
As an example, in the last six years the EPA has issued over 3,000 new final regulations. And each one of these regulations has a name. I am certain that those affected by these regulations have been frantically trying to find the name of some existing law that would take precedence over the names of some of those new regulations.
The Law and Grace. Day one...
I am always encouraged when a monument inscribed with the Ten Commandments survives those who want all traces of God removed from public life. And I am always discouraged when something of our Christian heritage falls in the battle with those who oppose God.
But why do I feel like everything's alright as long as I can see God displayed in public places? And why do I feel like this great country is going to hell every time I see God removed from public view?
Faith and Unbelief. Day ninety-two...
Can you remember being with friends or acquaintances when a group rant began to erupt about something or other? It's as if you just got sucked into an atmosphere where you began to say things that you wouldn't normally say.
And the rhetoric can heat up to the point that it will begin to affect both your behavior and that of the group.
Faith and Unbelief. Day ninety-one
Why are we so insistent on making Heaven conform to earth?
That's like trying to make your grown‐up marriage conform to a grade‐school crush, or trying to make your relationship with your children like the relationship you had with your dolls, or trying to make your business experience conform to your memories of playing the board game, Monopoly.
Faith and Unbelief. Day ninety...
In the novel “Sally” is reading, the hero threatens his enemies by saying, “And the streets will run red with your blood.” But the impact of this statement is lost on her, because she has been totally colorblind from birth.
For Sally, red (or green or yellow or any other color) is just a different shade on a grayscale.
Faith and Unbelief. Day eighty-nine...
“Don't worry about it. You're going to be fine.”
For those words to mean anything in a difficult situation, it depends on who's doing the talking. If they are coming from Great Aunt Mabel, right after you've received a very bad doctor's report—not so good. But if they are coming from a renowned specialist for that condition—very good indeed.
Faith and Unbelief. Day eighty-eight...
How would you like to try to explain God to a bunch of intellectuals—hungry to hear the latest new thing—who just sat around all day and talked philosophy and religion?
And yet that's exactly what Paul did when he engaged the Epicurean and Stoic philosophers of his day at the Areopagus in Athens.
Faith and Unbelief. Day eighty-seven...
I have a problem with most Christian funeral services anyway. I just don't like all the emphasis on the trappings of Heaven. It's as if we believe that the first thing out of anyone's mouth upon arrival will be, “Take me to the stuff.” rather than, “Take me to Jesus.”
So it probably won't surprise you when I say that the following passage—so commonly read at funerals here in the Midwestern U.S. —isn't necessarily about Heaven at all:
Faith and Unbelief. Day eighty-six...
Jimmy Stewart (1908‐1997) played Elwood P. Dowd in the 1950 movie, Harvey. In the film, Dowd's best friend was an invisible rabbit—a six‐foot, three‐and‐a‐half inch pooka (spirit/ghost) named Harvey.
While I'm not suggesting there's any value in watching the film, I am suggesting that at times I feel like my relationship with God is treated with the same rolled eyes as was Dowd's relationship with an invisible rabbit.