Showing posts with label shelter. Show all posts
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Monday, June 22, 2020

710 - Gimme Shelter, Part 2


Spirituality Column #710
June 23, 2020
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Gimme Shelter, Part 2
By Bob Walters

“I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.’” – Psalm 91:2

If I have a constant pick with modern-day Christianity it is how much of what passes for doctrinal presentation about God’s goodness, Jesus’s truth, and especially the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, involves the secular question, “What do I get in the deal?”

Whether the latest Christian come-on is …

- an evangelical sales pitch – “Your sins are forgiven!  Jesus loves you!  You go to Heaven!  You get rewards!  You avoid Hell!” (all true, by the way),

- a holistic self-help proposition – “You’re a mess!  You’re scared!  You’re guilty!  You’re disorganized!  You’re a failure!  Jesus will make it better!” (nefarious, I think),

- a health/wealth/success negotiation – “Get right with God and your problems will go away!” (not even close),

- or any other “What’s in it for me?” scheme of personal enrichment, Christianity will never work properly if I’m more worried about what I get than what I give.

The love of God and our salvation in Christ combine to be life’s essential truth of being.  That’s why we are here.  That’s how we can live.  That’s where we can go.  That’s our peace, our purpose, and our eternal joy.  Our faith and trust should be outwardly manifested in praise of God’s glory, not inwardly directed toward worldly comforts and self-fulfillment.  
Twenty-one times Jesus said, “Follow me.” Never once, “Don’t worry, be happy.”

What we have in Jesus is a calling – an announced opportunity really – to let go of life’s secular pitches, propositions, and negotiations and instead cleave to His “truth.”  Which truth?  That Jesus brought to humanity the reality of God, His example of faith and obedience, and the initiation of God’s kingdom on Earth.  It’s a work in progress, for sure, but Christ shows us the proper direction and application of our faith and praise.

Often our “refuges” and “fortresses” – things upon which we rely, we worship, and vigorously defend – are the passing fancies of societal passion.  Our time is replete with political intrigue, media prevarications, social upheaval, uncivil riots, idolatrous sports loyalties, entertainment insanity, scientific disingenuousness, and a pandemic nobody seems to coherently understand.

We pray – fruitlessly, really – for “our Jesus” to make “our problems” go away on “our terms.”  What actually works is to live with God through Christ in perpetual trust.  God’s righteousness, our freedom, and humanity’s fallenness combine for a relational dynamic that creates for us great exposure and discomfort.  Our shelter in God is not a pop-up umbrella; our refuge in Him must be a way of life – the life of Jesus.

I think of Jesus calming storms in the Bible – asleep in the boat amid panicked disciples (Matthew 8), and then walking on water toward panicked disciples (Matthew 14).  In the first case Jesus chides, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” (Matthew 14:26), then calms the waters.  In the second, Jesus comforts, “Take courage!  It is I. Don’t be afraid.” (Matthew 14:27), and the waters go calm … and Peter nearly drowns.

Yes, Jesus can calm storms as we panic; He chides, He comforts.  But He reveals in His obedience the absolute necessity – and joy – of trusting God with faith and courage.

What’s in it for me?  Knowing that the Lord will always be bigger than my panic.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) shelters in God’s grace, an infinitely sturdy structure.

Monday, June 15, 2020

709 - Gimme Shelter, Part 1

Spirituality Column #709
June 16, 2020
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Gimme Shelter, Part 1
By Bob Walters

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.” – Psalm 91:14

It was admittedly an odd spot to have this particular revelation, and it was long before I came to know Christ, but I remember the moment vividly to this very day.

The topic here is “realizing you are part of something bigger than yourself,” even if the lesson emanated from secular life.  For me I think it was helpful – maybe even necessary –to get that concept in worldly perspective before I could truly appreciate being attached to the divine perspective that is bigger than all things – Jesus Christ.

The occasion – this is the “odd spot” part – was the retirement tribute program at the Indianapolis Athenaeum in May 1993 for four-time Indianapolis 500 champion Rick Mears.  I spent a chunk of my career writing about and publicizing professional racing and in 1993 was the Public Relations Director at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.

I hired into that job a year earlier in January 1992, still nearly 10 years personally away from Jesus.  But I understood the Speedway’s “bigness” … with an ecclesiastical spin.  When asked what it was like to “work at the Speedway” I had a ready aphorism: “If you’re going to work in religion, you may as well work at the Vatican.”

I really felt that way; IMS was and is a very big deal in auto racing.  And after nearly eight years traveling with the family circus of drivers, teams, sponsors, officials, and media of Indy Car and NASCAR I pretty much knew everybody.  It was all normal.  I was like the fish who doesn’t get the concept of water because it’s in it all the time.

It wasn’t just the race tracks.  There were fancy “do’s” like the NASCAR banquet in New York City, any number of formal events around Indy and CART, parties here and charity benefits there.  That was a time in my life I owned two tuxedos.  Both fit.

Don’t worry … I’m not going to compare Rick Mears to Jesus.  But I knew Rick well enough to like him and that 1993 Indy event Marlboro hosted for him – the program itself – was remarkably well done.  Rick had sustained crash injuries the previous two years and at age 41 probably retired “before his time.”  It fed the emotion of the evening.

In that program the best-known, best-liked, best competitors and personalities in racing brought their “A” game to honor Rick’s driving career.  I don’t remember a single specific thing about the program, but strolling out into the theater lobby at its conclusion it struck me not “how lucky to be a part of it” but how much bigger than me it all was.

Well, the glory days.  I internalized this idea of “bigger than me,” though it didn’t change my life or “save me.”  What I had, in a revelatory and newly mysterious way, was gratitude for a larger “thing” in relation to the relative smallness of my own being.

Next week we’ll talk about something “bigger than me” – a shelter – that changes all of us.

Walters  (rlwcom@aol.comthen had no idea how “bigger than me” Jesus was/is.
Monday, November 11, 2013

365 - Jumping to the Wrong Conclusions

Spirituality Column #365
November 12, 2013
Current in Carmel-Westfield-Noblesville-Fishers-Zionsville

Jumping to the Wrong Conclusions
By Bob Walters

“Is God punishing me?” – Jermichael Finley, injured Green Bay Packers football player, recounting his thoughts while lying paralyzed on the Lambeau Field turf during an NFL game Oct. 20 against the Cleveland Browns.

“Hear my cry, O God. … I take refuge in the shelter of your wings.” – Psalm 61

I never criticize anyone’s anger, fear or theology in the immediate season of traumatic stress.  We’ve all thought, said and done the darnedest things when pain ambushes the security of the moment, even on a football field.

Finley, unable to move or breathe, whispered breathless, desperate pleas for help to wide-eyed, terrified teammates. Fast-responding NFL medical help restored Finley’s breathing.  What turned out to be a bruised spinal cord un-shocked itself, quickly returning limited motion to the talented tight end’s extremities.

Finley – he of the famed “Lambeau Leap” into the celebratory end zone caress of Packer fans after touchdowns – could manage only half a determined wave to the silent stadium crowd minutes later as he was carted from the field.

Recovering rapidly in a Green Bay, Wis., hospital, Finley was standing and able to shower alone the next day.  Soon after, Finley and co-writer Peter King penned Finley’s first-person thoughts about the injury (Link – NFL Finley Story).

Finley pondered God’s punishment, and mentioned being blessed by the love and fellowship of his teammates, almost all of whom visited him in the hospital.  His 5-year-old son Kaydon prays for Dad before every game; Kaydon wondered if God hadn’t heard his prayers that day.  Finley values life and appreciates the amazing physical gifts, talents, discipline, and opportunities that have culminated in a top-notch – but now imperiled – NFL career.  We wish him well in his recovery and life’s journey.

It’s worth noting, as Western society largely rebels against religion overall, God generally, and Jesus Christ specifically, how often in a crisis our first, personal reaction involves some inclusion or mention of God – for better or worse.

So I had this thought upon reading Finley’s story: In our fear and pain, why do we so often think, reflexively, that God is punishing us?  Or ignoring prayers?  Or that our best blessings reside in our earthly family and friends?

If we think to call on God at all, we should know reflexively that He is our refuge and shelter.  Jesus Christ endured the cross to forgive us and save us in the Glory of God.  In Jesus reside our real, best blessings of hope, endurance, comfort and courage.

Our first thought in a crisis should always be: “Lord Jesus, give me strength.”

Doubting Him only compounds life’s pain.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) opines that merely believing “God is there” isn’t necessarily a comfort; trusting God’s goodness is.

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