Monday, December 31, 2018

633 - Lighten Up


Spirituality Column #633
January 1, 2019
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Lighten Up
By Bob Walters

For a retired couple with no kids at home, we sure put up a lot of Christmas lights.

Inside (Pam’s job) are lighted trees, garlands, wreathes, and a lighted “Christmas village in the clouds” (Kinkade ceramics, cotton batting, fake snow, figurines, little trees) atop the living room book case.  Outside (my job), minilights outline the eaves, windows, shrubbery, and flower boxes along with several more wreathes.  We planted a blue spruce tree in the back yard (it’s now 7 feet tall) specifically to hang Christmas lights on (large and small bulbs, about a thousand all together – it looks magnificent), and though we eschew Santas, snowmen, secular blow-ups, and other Griswoldian excesses, we do station a couple of lighted deer in the small woods behind the house for atmosphere.

With a fire in the fireplace, it is all downright cozy.  But we could do more.

If we found the right Crèche (manger scene) there’s a good spot for it near the front door.  I keep thinking we should light the tree in the front yard, but it is one of those awful crabapple trees that this time of year still holds a smattering of shriveled leaves that won’t fall and gobs of tiny fruit rotting on the branches.  It looks better in the dark.

We got a late start decorating this year due to an atypical Thanksgiving out of town and weather that wouldn’t cooperate.  Plus, the word has gotten around about Pam’s baking skills and she produced 1,200 cookies and 46 cake rolls for family, friends, and co-workers between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Add in all the normal Christmas gifting and wrapping and planning and eating with kids, grandkids and dear friends and it was a huge build-up to a very blessed and busy Yuletide for us.

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year … and then it’s over.  The decorations are staying up until New Year’s Day since we got the late start but normally they’d be down by now.  By tomorrow it will just look like January around here.  ‘Show’s over.

In early December I was lamenting to a neighbor about not having our Christmas lights up, and she gently chided that Christmas “isn’t about the lights.”  Amen to that.  Still, we regard our lights as a neighborhood ministry – not to “light the way” for Santa to our home, but for the light of Jesus to emanate from it.  We hope our actions model Christian neighborliness year round, but we hope the lights say, “We Do Jesus Here.”

A couple weeks ago I wrote about God’s “thoughts and ways” being higher than ours (Dec. 17, CommonChristianity: 631 - Gettin' Paid), and how He miraculously does all He does in grace, not in exchange for something.  Humans, generally, don’t think that way.  We live in a “lower” quid pro quo world with our quid pro quo minds imagining a quid pro quo God, savior, and religion.  What’s higher about God’s thoughts and ways is that God does it all with and for love … always.  His unending light is Jesus Christ.

At Christmas, we revel in (endure?) the holiday “build up” knowing shortly thereafter the cookies will be gone, the lights will be packed, and it’ll look like January.  But our lifelong, faithful build-up to the real day of the Lord, the real reckoning, the real God, Spirit, and Heaven, is nothing like the Christmas dynamic.  After this life’s build-up, that will be a celebration with no let down, a life without end, and glory that doesn’t dim.

How does God do that?  And what will it be like?  I can’t imagine.

But it won’t be like January.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) and his wife love Christmas but don’t exchange gifts.

Monday, December 24, 2018

632 - Comfort and Joy

Spirituality Column #632
December 25, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Comfort and Joy
By Bob Walters

I can’t think of a better way to ruin Christmas than to go off on a “linguistics police” tangent regarding subjective, objective, transitive, punctuation, and “pseudo-archaism” lyrical and literary analysis of a very old and wonderful Christmas carol.

So we won’t; the joy would be lost amid the legalisms (as it usually is).

Just let me say that my favorite libretto of all the classic seasonal songs describing the great human profit of our savior’s birth – among all the “Harks,” “Angels,” “Glorias,” “Holy Nights,” and the rest – is the direct, theologically spot-on message that resides in the first verse from the 17th century’s God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen:

            “For Christ the Lord our Savior
            Is born this Christmas Day,
            To save us all from Satan’s pow’r
            When we were gone astray.”

If anything should be clear to us at Christmas it is that Jesus arrived amid humanity as God on earth not to punish anyone or to collect a debt from anyone.  He came bearing the righteousness of God and the gifts of forgiveness, salvation, faith, hope, love, and eternal life.  Jesus came to save us from Satan’s awful power – the earthly lord’s spirit-killing and faith-crippling temptations that exploit weak humanity’s great Godly gift of freedom – not to present us with God’s bill for services rendered.

Now, I’ve read Revelation and I do believe that day is coming – Judgement Day, et al, and it won’t be pretty – but Christmas isn’t it.  My point here is to consider how often we as church-going Christians hear the message of Christ framed as a frightful, sin-dominated negative message of death, payment, guilt, and fear, rather than the hopeful, positive, plainly-stated scriptural palette of life, grace, forgiveness, and peace.

You better watch out, you better not cry!” rather than “God so loved the world.”

The threat of being left out of Santa’s gift-fest supposedly encourages kids to behave, but that is a temporary, earthly control mechanism that certainly doesn’t reflect the eternal message of Jesus.  I never equated my love as a parent as a give-and-take with my two sons’ prospects on Christmas morning.  God doesn’t do that with us, either.  And I take notice when I hear those types of threats any time in Christian preaching.

Christmas should be a time of rejoicing, most properly I believe, because it is the revelation of a “way out”: of God’s willingness to “go easy on us” if we will build a faithful and trusting relationship of love with His Son, and if we will love other people, especially our enemies.  We as sinners are God’s enemies, but Jesus “fixes” that with His love.

Luke 6:37 contains the very familiar sentiment about “don’t judge or condemn others” so you won’t be, and “forgive others” so you will be.  That is us going easy on each other, and God’s promise – revealed in Jesus – that He’ll go easy on us.

Merry Christmas!  What possibly could provide more comfort and joy?

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) studied and is pretty sure the “God Rest You…” title means something closer to “Be at peace, gentlemen,” not “Relax, you party animals.”
Monday, December 17, 2018

631 - Gettin' Paid

Spirituality Column #631
December 18, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Gettin’ Paid
By Bob Walters

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” – God, Isaiah 55:8-9 KJV

My life is rich with friends and close acquaintances who are much smarter than me.  Yes I have my smart moments, but my treasure is the intellect of my "peeps."

That said, God here in Isaiah is not “speaking down” to us as though we are dumb humans and he is the valedictorian of the Cosmos – although I suppose we are, and He is; and on further review I suppose the “valedictorian” title is more appropriate for Jesus Christ since he is the “All in All.”  But the Trinitarian economy is not the point here and valedictorian status is not the point; it’s not even in the conversation.

What God is telling humanity in this section of Isaiah – some 550 years before God’s incarnation in Christ Jesus – is that God is different from us.  Don’t just read the part about “higher ways and thoughts” in verse nine without first taking to heart verse eight where it says “not your thoughts and ways.” “Higher” means “different” - very different - in ways we simply have to trust in faith that they exist.

We may not comprehend those/His ways, but let’s agree, “God is different.”

In this Christmas season we talk a lot about gift giving and getting.  Even the secular “Happy Holidays” crowd that eschews mention of Jesus, “Christmas,” or the Incarnation of God, talks about gift giving and getting.  The more mature among us understand that “getting” may make us happy, but true joy is in the giving.  I believe it is one of those different “God ways” few humans truly “get,” including many Christians.

Christmas winds up being a lot like the rest of our cultural year when it comes to “giving and getting,” and it is alarming how many Christians perceive, are taught, grasp, and solely recognize the “give/get” dynamic in the totality of their earthly, human, and spirit life.  In other words we are expecting, no, we are demanding, something in return for the “Jesus” things we do.  Whether it is prayer, service, good works, going to church, scripture reading, preaching – you name it – we apply Newton’s “equal and opposite reaction” physics to the economy of every part of our lives.  We want to get paid.

God’s ways and thoughts, spiritually, are simply not like that.  I’m sure of it.

God presents to us, through Jesus Christ in our lives and the light of the Holy Spirit in our souls – the way and the truth and the life of all humanity – the reality of love and relationship with Almighty God.  The point is to bring the grace and peace of Christ into our lives; to “know He is God” and share this life – all of it – with Him for His glory.

Very few people I know would be happy – or find joy in – leaving it at that.

Suppose we did all that we do in a Christian life – we know Jesus, we know Jesus is Lord, we act like it most of the time, we tell people, we go to church, read the Bible, pray, feel the light, grace, peace, and mystery of Jesus, and more – but found out we weren’t “getting paid.”  Suppose that in God’s world of pure love, grace, and glory, of ultimate truth and righteousness, that one huge thing that is “different and higher” in His Kingdom is the complete absence of the transaction.  No payment or reward; just love.

Can you imagine?  If you do, you can stop worrying about the outcome.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) figures Godly relationship in Christ is a joy, not a job.
Monday, December 10, 2018

630 - The Power of Nonsense


Spirituality Column #630
December 11, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

The Power of Nonsense
By Bob Walters

“There is nothing like suspense and anxiety for barricading a human’s mind against the Enemy (God)." – Screwtape, senior demon, “The Screwtape Letters,” C.S. Lewis, 1942

Satan has a tough job but suffers no shortage of accomplices or apprentices.

In his devilish quest to rob God’s Creation of its wonder, beauty, and love, Satan tricks mankind into self-directed and ultimately miserable prisons of jealousies, guilt, concerns, and pride.  The sinful, self-absorbed human is Satan’s greatest artwork.

And he accomplishes this all the while knowing that there is nothing natural in us – we humans created in the image of God – to recommend the fearful horrors of a fallen, God-rejecting world over the faithful pleasures of God’s Creation, the love and goodness of his Son, and the perpetual comfort of the Holy Spirit.

Peace in Jesus Christ is the exact opposite of Satan’s suspense and anxiety.

But there out in the world – in all corners and altitudes and persuasions – are the obvious marching phalanxes and the insidious sugar-coated-but-poisonous ideas of the true enemy, Satan. Is he real? Yep, afraid so. Does he “own the world”? Yeah, that too.  He is the “Lord of the Air” and we slip into his grasp so easily.  Instead of being focused simply on what we do, Satan presses us to worry what will happen to us.  My mentor George Bebawi calls it, “Being busy with yourself.”  Humans find that irresistible.

British author C.S. Lewis is the great Christian apologist of the 20th Century.  Better than any contemporary, he could explain Christianity in Everyman language.  His Mere Christianity is the book everyone has heard about, but The Screwtape Letters published in 1942 – during Britain’s dark days of WWII – reveal humanity from the Devil’s perspective.  The book, in its satirical yet profound truth, describes well why human faith so often fails: Satan labors nonstop promoting our fear and self-interest.

And it works.

Look at the panorama of cultural, media, social, political, entertainment, and academic forces and personalities – and sadly more than a few church pulpits – at Satan’s promotional beck and call.  Even from the distant echoes of 1942 Lewis lays out the nefarious and harmful charade of “Social Justice,” and nails the persistent tragedy of human spiritual weakness: instead of trusting eternal survival in God’s truth, we embrace and empower Satan’s devious doctrine of worldly survival.  It’s nonsense.

“Eternal survival” is the good news of the Gospel, while conquering this life is the great lie of Satan.  God sent Jesus to show us godly love, divine relationship, heavenly grace, the sole righteousness in God, self-awareness in the Spirit, and virtue in loving other humans.  Forgiveness of sin?  Oh yeah, that too.  Isn’t it ironic that Satan does his best work by enticing us to focus on our sins and self? It keeps us in “me,” far from God.

Need help?  Here is a note to the wise.  Next time you encounter a popular, heavily promoted “self-help” book, before you read it see if it includes the biblical truth of Jesus Christ.  If not … you’re wasting your worldly time, and making Satan’s job easier.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) saw a news feature on renowned “self-help guru” Deepak Chopra’s new book. Oy … that got Bob going: no discernable Jesus truth there.


Monday, December 3, 2018

629 - The First Sermon I'd Preach


Spirituality Column #629
December 4, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

The First Sermon I’d Preach
By Bob Walters

“The waaai-ting is the hardest part …” – Tom Petty song lyric, “The Waiting,” 1985

If the tune of this rock music standard doesn’t come immediately to mind, I apologize for the cultural stretch and the mixed theological metaphor but I’ll get to the point soon enough.  Though the lyric mentions heaven it is not a song about God; it’s about a guy waiting for this life to unfold.  Indeed, there is a lot of waiting in life.

A few weeks back in our Thursday morning “Mustard Seed” seniors Bible study at East 91st Street Christian Church – the study was originally led by Russ Blowers and years ago met at the “Mustard Seed” restaurant near Keystone at the Crossing in north Indianapolis – current study leader John Samples invited current E91 senior pastor Rick Grover to teach a lesson, which just happened to be Mark 10:46-53 where blind beggar Bartimaeus receives his sight after shouting at Jesus as he was leaving Jericho, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”  Despite objections from onlookers – presumably even His own disciples – Jesus answered Bartimaeus and asked what he wanted – “Rabbi, I want to see.” To which Jesus famously replied, “Go, your faith has healed you.”

Immediately, Bartimaeus could see and “followed Jesus along the road.”

Rick, a highly-regarded Bible scholar in his own right, thoughtfully and skillfully “unpacked” the facts and nuances of this familiar biblical encounter.  What Rick noted that caught my attention and started my mind wandering was when he pointed out that Jesus was “right there” and Bartimaeus did not have to wait; his faith had healed him.

And it dawned on me; Jesus is always right there.  Think back through the Old Testament and then consider the different message of the New Testament; the great, great lesson of the new covenant in Jesus Christ is the difference in whether you are waiting for Him not.  Jesus is close, not far; Bartimaeus simply called out to Him.

Our gift in Christ is not that we can tell God what to do, where to do it, and when to do it; our gift is the profound lesson of this Christmas season – Jesus is Emanuel, “God with us.”  He is with us always, and it is our faith that reaches him – immediately.

In the Old Testament God often showed up, but as the Jews became His Chosen People He sent down hundreds of laws and instructions for how they – the Jews – were to express their faith, build temples, and observe festivals – prescribing rituals, places, and times – where God would be exalted and/or present.

There is none of that in the New Testament – not in the Gospels, the Epistles, nowhere.  Emanuel – God with us – is with us all the time (Hebrews 13:5): not to do our bidding but in grace to accept our faith, trust, and love, and to give us the character to enjoy life’s ups and the strength to endure life’s downs.  Jesus is with us … always.

This is a revelation that defeats all legalism: Faith finds Jesus … right now.

The Bible, front to back, is a book about Jesus.  We see who God is, who we are, what doesn’t work (the Law), and what does work (faith). Especially in the Psalms there is a whole lot of “waiting on the Lord,” but try this trick: since Jesus Christ is Lord and always has been Lord (John 1:1-5, 10), everywhere you see the word “Lord” referring to God in the Psalms and Old Testament prophets, in your mind and heart insert the word “Jesus.”  Then let the Spirit show you that God is with you – right now – in Jesus Christ.

The waiting really isn’t the hardest part; seeing in faith is.  I’d preach that.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) has a fairly short bucket list, but this is on it.

Monday, November 26, 2018

628 - 'Are You a Minister?'

Spirituality Column #628
November 27, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

‘Are You a Minister?’
By Bob Walters

“Are you a minister?”

“No, I’m not,” I replied, having only recently been baptized a few months earlier.   So I was surprised when the very quiet, “older” gentleman I didn’t know with the foreign accent posed that question to me back in May of 2002.  The occasion was a small cookout in Indianapolis mostly among some of my old high school friends from Kokomo.

That was how and when I met George Bebawi, who has been the most profound theological, biblical, and intellectual influence in my Christian life.  He turns 80-years-old today, Tuesday, Nov. 27, and there are hundreds of us in central Indiana and thousands more all over the world who would like to stop and take a moment to tell George “Happy birthday” while adding our sincere thanks for his unwavering, deeply loving, and freedom-cherishing Christian ministry and academic career.  He is one of a kind.

Born in 1938 to a Jewish mother and Christian father, a physician, George was reared in a Muslim neighborhood in Cairo, Egypt.  George’s Jewish grandmother who wound up raising him escaped the Nazis in 1930s Hungary by going to Egypt.  He was raised as a Jew but was also encouraged by his father to “get along” with the other neighborhood boys by studying the Qur’an. George knows Judaism and Islam very well.

To make a very long story very short, George and his grandmother converted to Christianity together when George was 18.  He then studied at Coptic Orthodox Theological College in Cairo becoming a Coptic priest, earned a PhD at Cambridge in Sacramental Theology (1970), returned to Cairo to teach and minister, nearly became a Coptic monk but instead rose through the Coptic clerical and administrative ranks in Cairo, served as a Coptic counsel to several international theological committees including at the Vatican, was a missionary in Sub-Saharan Africa, taught at several Middle Eastern and European universities, and studied psychotherapy with Frank Lake.

Though he eventually left the Coptic priesthood, George is a renowned expert in Church History, Patristics (the church fathers), Systematic Theology, Judaism, Islam, and Egyptian Christianity.  George’s CV lists proficiency in 10 languages (English, Arabic, Hebrew, Aramaic, Greek, Syriac, Coptic, Persian, French, Latin), not including German into which he translated the Coptic Bible as a PhD candidate at Cambridge.

George, who married May Rifka at Northview Church in Carmel, Ind., in 2004, first met her in Beirut, Lebanon, in the mid-1970s; May managed a bookstore George frequented while teaching there.  George also served as a medic with the Red Cross during that era’s Lebanese civil war which forced May’s family to flee to the United States.  Once here, May became a lead project manager with EDS (Ross Perot’s computer systems company) and was posted in Indianapolis in the early 1980s.  She returned to the area permanently in 1998, settling in Carmel.

I have to explain May, because without her none of us around here would know George.  I met her in 1983 at dinner a couple of times with some of those same high school friends who again gathered at that spring cookout in 2002.  May, in the 1980s, had connected with them at Carmel’s College Park Church, and though I was still a couple decades away from the Christian scene myself, May exudes the type of kindness that is unforgettable … and I never forgot her.  She moved away and I didn’t see her again until spring 2002 at a funeral at East 91st St. Christian Church for the husband of our high school friend Joyce.  A month after the funeral our gang met for the cookout at Joyce’s home as an encouragement for her but also because May had a friend visiting from England – George – but I didn’t know who he was.

So … there we are at the 2002 cookout, the gals gabbing in the kitchen and the guys gabbing on the patio … with this older, Middle Eastern fellow who seemed entirely pleasant, politely listening to us “experts” opine on what Islam might do to America and the world.  This was, you’ll recall, about nine months after 9/11.  I had read Princeton professor Bernard Lewis’s authoritative book “What Went Wrong” about Islam, and also had read online what I didn’t realize was a bunch of nonsense and misinformation about Islam.  All of us guys – long-time friends, college grads, Christians, up on the news – were all in the same boat regarding Islam: newly but barely informed about a complex topic and briskly discussing something about which we had little understanding.

And here’s George – a Cambridge University PhD and lecturer in divinity and a world-renowned scholar on Islam (who actually knows Bernard Lewis) – politely, silently, looking at us.  It was when I tossed into the conversation something I’d read – online – about “Allah” being a “Moon God” that “had been randomly picked off an image on the Kaaba at Mecca because Mohammad needed a God for his new religion”  At that, George leaned forward. The mere force of his authoritative posture shut all of us up and he said, with stern surety, “No! That is Christian propaganda.”  And I gulped.

At that moment, I was not entirely sure who I had offended.  But George was gracious and neither angry nor arrogantly moved to present a showy academic criticism of my error.  He simply knew what Muslims know: that within Islam, Allah is neither an afterthought nor a figment of Muhammad’s imagination.  We talked a while longer – I was fascinated – and George asked, “Are you a minister?”  He sounded sincere; not as though he hoped I was not.  I said “No,” but took it as an encouraging compliment.

George and I became fast friends.  He returned to Cambridge, I emailed him, and he sent back a nice note along with a master’s thesis he had written long ago titled “St. Paul and Original Sin.”  It was deep stuff I barely understood but desperately wanted to.  We stayed in touch from then on, which opened up a new world of study for me.  When he visited again in September we got together with Russ Blowers and discovered George was familiar with Russ’s son Paul’s work in Patristic theology.  At Christmas we all were able to get together – Russ, Paul, George, May, and me.  In 2004 George retired, married May, and moved to Carmel.  Russ and I convinced E91 to hire George as a Wednesday night Bible Study instructor, a class he taught through 2017.  I helped coordinate with the church and formatted George’s class handouts each week.  He has written dozens of books – most in Arabic – but my 14 years of class handouts, lectures, and notes has been a theology education for the ages.  I know Jesus and do not doubt.

The past year George has battled numerous health problems but every time I’ve seen him – and according to May just a couple days ago – his mind is sharp as ever.  I’d love to see him continue teaching, but I’ve got column material for the rest of my life.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) is 64 years old; same age George was when they met.  May’s hospitality at their home in Carmel, by the way, is as legendary as is George’s generosity with his considerable knowledge and ministerial acumen.
Monday, November 19, 2018

627 - What Was I Thinking...


Spirituality Column #627
November 20, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

What Was I Thinking …
By Bob Walters

“I have decided … to follow Jesus. No turning back, no turning back…” Gospel hymn

November is a major month in my personal faith history, with no date I can think of more “major” than Sunday, Nov. 18, 2001: the day – evening, really – I was baptized.

Christian doctrines being diverse as they are, “Baptism” means different things to different churches and to different people.  Sprinkled as babies or dunked (or sprinkled) as adults, the meaning of Christian baptism is universally understood to be a declaration and signal of new life, ownership, protection, and salvation in Jesus Christ – none of which means anything to the secular and non-Christian world.

And that was pretty much my world until September of 2001 at age 47 when I first showed up in church as an adult.  Growing up in the 1950s and 60s in America, I like most people went to church because it was just a thing you did.  Back then it was weird if you didn’t go to church.  Today, culture insists it’s weird if you go.  But I’ll take God’s truth over an errant view of weirdness any day, and I’ll take eternal faith in Jesus Christ over momentary fashion every day.  I’ve learned to do that the past 17 years.

On baptism, it is critical to note a couple of things.  One, “being baptized” only truly counts if it is accepted with sentient free will, which is how it is always represented in the Bible.  Infant christenings and baby dedications are wonderful ways for parents and the church body to prayerfully declare their intentions for a child to live a life with Jesus, but that child is going to grow up and have to make a decision about that.  And while I believe He does, I do not understand how God intercedes with children and the mentally infirm except that He does it with love.

Two, the New Testament mentions baptism in a couple different ways – with water and with the Spirit: “baptized in John” (the Baptist) and “baptized in Christ.”  Water baptism is an ancient ceremonial cleansing common to many religions and cultures prior to Christ. Baptism in the Spirit is only in Christ, and was brand new with Jesus.  The water was the same, but the effect is dramatically different; the first was mere cleansing, while baptism “in the spirit” was and is the presence of God.

I believe God loves each one of us.  I pray each human being would be accepting of baptism.  Exactly how God is going to sort us all out – the Bible is pretty clear in some aspects and utterly opaque in others – isn’t something that I give much thought to.  Jesus tells us to trust Him, not to judge for Him, and I’m OK with that.

Baptism for me wasn’t a “beginning,” any more than a wedding is the “beginning” of a relationship.  I felt – solemnly – that I “met” Jesus for the first time sitting in that September 2001 church service.  I didn’t know much about Jesus, but God showed me a way to learn.  Then-senior minister Dave Faust at East 91st St. Christian Church in Indianapolis taught a “Walking with Christ” class over four Sunday evenings beginning in mid-October.  Dave led, the Spirit showed up, and suddenly the Bible – for the first time in my life – was making sense to me.  The spiritual and intellectual depth of Christ was at once obvious, riveting, unfathomable, compelling, and … really, really important.

It wasn’t fear or greed or guilt or needing to belong or any other common and overly-preached sermon point that made me raise my hand and “go forward” to be baptized.  I’d thought about the decision, wasn’t sure if it was the right time or not, but when the time came – Dave had told us there would be an opportunity “to come forward” at the end of the last class and be baptized later – for me there was just no point in waiting.   It was about 8 p.m. Sunday and three of us had stood up in the class of 20 or so.  To schedule the baptisms Dave asked, “When?” and I said, “How about right now?”  He laughed and said, “OK!”

Next thing you know we three, Dave, and most of the class (including table discussion leaders) hiked down to the church sanctuary where Dave turned on the lights, opened the baptistery, and into the water we went.  I’ll never, ever forget the calm, joyous, thankful, and spirit-rich feeling of coming back up into life with Christ.

What was I thinking?  I didn’t imagine that I was sin-free or a better person or part of some club.  No; I was smiling, was profoundly at peace, and was very much in a moment of profound gratitude, not thinking about what I would “become” as a Christian.  But the baptism stuck, and every Nov. 18 I say a prayer of remembrance and thanks to God – with a nod to the ministry of Dave Faust – for the magnificent, mysterious gift we have in Jesus.

And I think what I realized most in that baptismal moment was that a gift is not a gift until you open it.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) writes a personal and probably too-long letter to Dave Faust every year on this baptismal anniversary that is equal parts faith inventory, new stuff learned, books read, people encountered, challenges faced … and the deepest thanks for his ministry.  If you’ve been reading these “thankful” columns the past few weeks, Dave and Russ Blowers (it was Russ’s 50th anniversary at E91) preached together on that first Sunday I was at church, Sept. 2, 2001.  In 2002 Faust left E91 to become president of Cincinnati Christian University, and returned to the E91 staff as Associate Minister in 2014.  Walters also thanks Corey and Christy Falink who shepherded Bob’s study table at Dave 2001 class.  Corey is currently an elder at E91.  And speaking of thanks, Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Monday, November 12, 2018

626 - All You Need is Love


Spirituality Column #626
November 13, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

All You Need is Love
By Bob Walters

“But the greatest of these is love.” – 1 Corinthians 13:13

Russ Blowers was a terrific preacher of the Gospel but he was an even better lover of his Gospel flock.  Just ask anyone who knew him.

Russ was my buddy.  He was everyone’s buddy.  He knew your name, knew your family, knew your problems and your gifts, knew Jesus loves you, and made you want to love others around you.  The long-time pastoral heart and soul of East 91st Street Christian Church in Indianapolis, Russ could make you feel like you could fly.

So many times his name has come up joyfully but with wistful sadness in conversations with friends in the 11 years since his death Saturday, Nov. 10, 2007.  Counting his church family, the community, American church planting, and global missions, Russ knew and impacted thousands of people around Indianapolis, the country, and the world.  East 91st St. church grew from dozens when he arrived in 1951 (then East 49th St. Christian Church) to thousands when he retired in 1996, and continued to grow while he was Senior Minster Emeritus until his death.

I honestly can’t think of anyone in my life I’ve ever known who has been so missed by so many.  We all experience and list the intense, special emptiness of our own lost parents, family, and friends.  Russ is on a staggering number of those lists.

You didn’t know him?  I’m sorry.  He was a World War II veteran (U.S. Army Air Corps, Europe – he loaded ordinance on P-51 fighters).  He went to Ohio University where he majored in journalism and met his dear wife Marian, who first showed him what faith in Jesus Christ looked like.  He attended (then) Butler School of Theology in Indianapolis for his Masters of Divinity and while there he and Marian hosted Billy and Ruth Graham in their home as Billy spoke to students on campus … allowed not a big theater but only a table in the cafeteria.  Billy and Russ remained friends to life’s end.

In May before Russ died in 2007, the by-now renamed “Christian Theological Seminary” at Butler finally recognized Russ with a well-deserved honorary doctorate.  It took time because CTS was liberal in its Gospel views.  Russ, like Billy, was not.

I was a non-believer who happened to show up at E91 on Sunday, Sept. 2, 2001, the exact to-the-date 50th Anniversary Sunday of Russ’s arrival as the congregation’s pastor in 1951.  The crux of Russ’s “Faith-Hope-Love” message that day in 2001 was simple – Faith is in the past, Hope is in the future, and Love is in the present.  I got it.

Russ and I became close friends during my first six years as a Christian and his last six years as a minister. I asked Russ once what he thought was the secret to his success as a minister. Though he didn’t like the word “success”, he said, “Well … I love people.”  In Christ, it gets no simpler than that.  Everybody who knew Russ knows that.

It was his special gift and the wind beneath the wings of the church: Russ loved Jesus and loved others in a way that inspired everyone around him to do the same.

This year, 2018, is a “same days and dates” year to both 2001 and 2007. The great grace of Jesus is that we are called to look forward to his glory, not behind to our own sins, sadness, failures, or even successes: nothing that came before matters as much as what lies ahead, but I am sentimental so I notice things.  It was bittersweet but special sitting in church this year on Sunday, Sept. 2.  I thought of Russ; I often do.

It is again bittersweet but special as I write this on Saturday, Nov. 10, and it will be that way all week, remembering Russ.  He died late that Saturday evening, just 10 minutes before the start of Veteran’s Day.  A fierce American patriot and proud veteran, Russ would have enjoyed the Nov. 11 concurrence.  I understand that Russ’s sons Phil and Paul, Paul’s wife Sandy, close friend and minister John Samples, and former E91 elder (and cardiologist) Dr. Bill Storer were at Russ’s side when he passed at 11:50 p.m. at Clarion (now I.U.) North hospital in Carmel, Ind.  I saw Russ briefly the day before; he was just awake enough to shed a silent tear.  It was time for his 83-year-old body to retire and for his gentle, loving soul to fly to Jesus and rejoin Marian, who had died of Alzheimer’s Disease in 2003.

John, who did Russ’s funeral, called me with the news at 1:10 a.m. Sunday.

Russ’s funeral was Nov. 15, on a Thursday as it is this year.  I was a pall bearer and this is where I mention that Russ had shepherded me through a divorce two and a half years earlier.  I bring that up because a woman named Pam Brooks – a long-time “East91ster” – was playing tympani in the E91 brass ensemble at the funeral.

Pam and I met by chance – it seemed – just prior to the service.  What I didn’t know until we chatted Sunday, Nov. 18, was that Pam, too, was divorced in 2005.  What I didn’t know for another year and a half until shortly before we were married in June 2009 – by John Samples, incidentally – was that Pam had run into Russ in a Christian book store earlier in 2007 where they sat and chatted at length about Pam’s kids, life, and everything Russ always welcomed hearing.  As they departed, Russ mentioned he had a “good friend” he would introduce her to when he “thought the time was right.”

And we met at Russ’s funeral.  Anyone else see a connection?

So that’s what I’m thinking about this week.  In our Bible faith “tradition” we don’t “pray for the dead,” as such, because there is nothing left to pray for; they’re home.  But we pray to behold the great mercies and grace Jesus affords in this life that enable us to weather the great travails and sorrows of grieving those we love and miss so much.  We pray a prayer for peace in our hearts and thanksgiving for the great saints of faith.

Russ was one of those.

This column is longer than usual but hey, it’s about Russ.  We’ll close with the tender, affirming words of the old greeting on Russ’s home answering machine:

“Father God, thank you for this person who called while I was out.  And thank you that when we call on you, we never get a busy signal or an answering machine.  I pray that this person who is known and loved by you has the greatest day of his or her life … in Jesus’ name, Amen.”

I can still hear his voice.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) is thankful, has written often about Russ, and if you’ve read this far Bob doesn’t mind if you know that the early columns, the ones in his first “Common Christianity” book (2006-2011), are on the blog site link BelieverBob.  Columns #55-59, 87, 105, and 157 are his favorites on Russ, or simply search “Russ Blowers” in the upper left search box   Same with the blog CommonChristianity  (2011-present). If you have the “Common Christianity” books, just look under “Russ” in the index in the back.  Longtime East91sters might also enjoy Russ Stories (link), a collection of remembrances written by church members at the time of his funeral.

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