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The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse Are Reportedly Saddling Up, And If So It’s All My Fault
Jan 11th
This Love
Jan 7th

Yesterday, the angry God. Today, the God Who bends over backwards for us to avoid getting angry.
It’s ironic that so many marriage ceremonies include a reading of 1 Corinthians 13. While the chapter does include a poetic description of love’s attributes, it doesn’t stop there. Instead, it outlines the truth about love, namely how it reigns eternal while knowledge and tongues, a element of earthly ministry used to symbolize ministry as a whole, will end when our tenure on this planet ends. In doing so, it speaks of death. Male melodrama aside, a wedding and a funeral are quite different entities.
This love, this eternal love, is the one God shows us when He looks at our fumbling stumbling bumbling silly self-defeating self-destructiveness and sighs, yet loves us nonetheless. It’s the love that’s present when we’re wondering where it is amidst screaming bosses and sullen spouses and misbehaving children and overriding sorrow over far too many goodbyes and not nearly enough hellos. It’s the love that when we collapse at the foot of the cross, exhausted and defeated, says I’m here for you both nailed to the bloody wood and waiting for the day you come Home to Me.
It’s the love from Jesus that forgave those who tortured and executed Him.
We live in a world rife with fear and polluted by the pride of those who see free will as a license to declare themselves Ozymandias, equally oblivious to their own pending temporal demise. But when we look beyond the immediate, we see a reality of tangible love from without now within, one that sings with us when joy is present and comforts us through times of sorrow. This love is the one to which we ought to cling.
This love.
Have A Bowl Of Wrath For Breakfast
Jan 6th

It’s always unfortunate when valuable information and/or truisms are hijacked via association with the dregs of humanity. Santayana’s “those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it” will forever be tied to it being posted over Jim Jones’ throne in Jonestown. Lately, the notion of God judging His creation has been stained by the biped excrement otherwise known as Fred Phelps and associates. With “friends” like that, Satan can take a vacation.
It’s not a popular thing, talking about God when it comes to anything other than His being our cosmic bus driver on the superhighway to heaven with frequent stops so He can serve as celestial bellhop. We like to speak about how God is love. Yet in doing so we fail to grasp, or admit to, the full nature of love. It’s not all Valentines and candy. Love incorporates discipline, not for the purpose of punishment but rather so we don’t fall victim to our own failings. And sometimes, love means anger.
There’s a tendency to think of God’s anger solely in terms of Old Testament stories. We’re in an era of grace; surely there’s no need to consider anger as part of the equation. Wrong.
God still gets angry with us. We anger Him when we hurt others; we anger Him when we disrespect His creation by hurting ourselves. No, there are no hordes of locusts looming just beyond the horizon waiting to swoop down as punishment for our perversions. But there is holy and righteous anger.
More often than not, God’s anger is expressed not by some miraculous beatdown, but rather our living through the consequences of our actions. Jesus provided a means of forgiveness for the penalty of our sins when He died on the cross and subsequently rose from the dead. However, He is under no obligation to deflect the results of our foolish behavior. God will forgive the penitent teenage girl for giving herself away, but He’s not going to make that baby go away. God will forgive the alcoholic seeking mercy for the damage they’ve inflicted on themselves and others as a result of their drinking, but in all likelihood He’s not going to be providing a new liver.
The Scriptural reminder that it is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God isn’t a bout of florid hyperbole. Our Lord is kind, just, merciful and forgiving. Not blissfully tolerant of every everything. He can and will get angry with us. And when He does, although it may seem overly harsh remember He doesn’t enjoy it either.
Oh, That Bad Boy Bono
Jan 5th

Some people have all the nerve.
This past weekend, U2’s lead singer penned an op-ed for the New York Times covering an assortment of topics. Ten, in fact. One of them was file sharing. Which, for the record, has nothing to do with passing around the emery board at a sleepover. He said:
Caution! The only thing protecting the movie and TV industries from the fate that has befallen music and indeed the newspaper business is the size of the files. The immutable laws of bandwidth tell us we’re just a few years away from being able to download an entire season of “24” in 24 seconds. Many will expect to get it free.
A decade’s worth of music file-sharing and swiping has made clear that the people it hurts are the creators — in this case, the young, fledgling songwriters who can’t live off ticket and T-shirt sales like the least sympathetic among us — and the people this reverse Robin Hooding benefits are rich service providers, whose swollen profits perfectly mirror the lost receipts of the music business.
We’re the post office, they tell us; who knows what’s in the brown-paper packages? But we know from America’s noble effort to stop child pornography, not to mention China’s ignoble effort to suppress online dissent, that it’s perfectly possible to track content. Perhaps movie moguls will succeed where musicians and their moguls have failed so far, and rally America to defend the most creative economy in the world, where music, film, TV and video games help to account for nearly 4 percent of gross domestic product. Note to self: Don’t get over-rewarded rock stars on this bully pulpit, or famous actors; find the next Cole Porter, if he/she hasn’t already left to write jingles.
As one can imagine, the BitTorrent brigade has been howling ever since. Spoiled rich rock star. We’re not stealing. We’re standing up to The Man. Power to the people. More Ovaltine, please. (Okay, I threw that last one in to see if you’re paying attention.)
In other words, they’ve reacted without reading.
As Bono makes clear, the big boys and girls don’t notice the lost revenue all that much. It’s the Chris Ryans of this world, the ones trying to make it as artists, who get hurt the most by file sharing both directly and indirectly. Directly, every copy of their music downloaded illegally is that much less money in their pocket. A very shallow pocket. Indirectly, as the revenue stream for record companies shrink, they become less interested in taking a chance on any new artist that doesn’t come across as immediate pop fan fodder. Thus, anything outside the ultra-commercial norm gets put to the side. Anything… and anyone.
Believe me, I’m no music industry lover. Exact opposite. However, like any other business it deserves what it earns. Taking content without compensation is inexcusable. It hurts all parties involved, not just the soulless corporation. It’s asking people to work for free, people who spend a lot of money, time and effort on their work in hope of earning a living from their art. If you see no problem with that, make sure you volunteer your services at work whenever someone wishes for it to be that way. Assuming you have a job or are actively trying to get one, that is.
So yeah, rail against Bono all you want. He’s telling the truth. Don’t like it? Too bad.
P.S. Before anyone jumps on the “who are you to talk — you’re using copyrighted material in this post” bandwagon, yes I am. The differences between this and file sharing? One, I give credit, including a link back, to the source. Two, the content is available for free from the originator, therefore no revenue is lost when you click over to read the entire article, thus seeing the ads on the Times’ site. So save the faux outrage.
P.S. Here’s some Chris Ryan for you:
Why The Work Continues
Jan 4th

As mentioned in the last post, a couple of communications about the book came my way this past weekend that are more than worth sharing.
The first was pointed out to me by a dear sister in the Lord who was kind enough to help in the book’s promotion by graciously running Nancy Jo Mann’s chapter at the time it was first released last year. (I could go off on a “yes, I know how to market” tirade against certain self-centered individuals here, but I’ll do us all a favor and skip it.) A comment was left on the post the other day that… well, read it and see why it moved me. An excerpt:
Nancy Jo Mann’s dramatic story has done nothing less than snap me out of a deep stupor. Good storytelling does that. In “Eat This Book”, Part 2 of Eugene Peterson’s brilliant series on spiritual formation, Dr. Peterson contends that most Christians today don’t read the Scriptures properly. He observes that, too often, we approach the Bible in a ‘practical’ way – for what we can “get out of it”. Rather, we should look at the Scriptures as a STORY, & immerse ourselves in the Biblical narrative. When we do THIS, surprise!: We discover ourselves in the ’story’. Nancy Jo Mann’s testimonial has worked its deep magic in me in much the same way. The glory is in the details. Nancy has eschewed the modern trend to ’summarize’ the heart-rending events of her life into terse little sound bites. This, of course, makes her vulnerable. But here’s the thing: It also makes it possible for ME, a stranger, to enter into her story, & come along side her in the midst of all her pain & abandonment. I could feel my defences lowering, & God’s Truth penetrating the wall of spiritual pride that I had, ‘brick by brick’, so foolishly – & OBLIVIOUSLY – constructed. In a flash I became aware of 2 truths that the Prince of Darkness had so painstakingly & cleverly hidden from me: (1) My self-sufficiency is but an illusion. (2) Insidiously, I have become far too complacent & self-absorbed. Now if Nancy had preached or pontificated to me, the impact would have been minimal or non-existent. But her story, in which she laid herself bare, left me thunderstruck.
Next, an excerpt from an e-mail I received the next day from another reader:
What helped me the most about your book was reading how artists who I admire and emulate, have the exact same challenges
(although theirs on a much larger grand and scale) as those I sometimes face.I have experienced my share of church politics, suffered under backbiters, backstabbers, toothachers and naysayers. We have been criticized for “the rock look” or sound. I have seen my share of band related drama, knowing full well that musicians (including myself ) are slightly eccentric!
Reading your book encouraged, edified and made me evaluate a number of thoughts and themes, which I would like to share with you.
- Christian Artists are not alone in the struggles we face, yet we need to keep our eyes on the Shepherd, not the Sheep.
- I am truly blessed by God to do my music independently.
- I am thankful for the gift of Christian Music. My pastor says that “Gods gift to us is our talents, our gift in return is to use those talents for His glory”
Your book encouraged me to continue in what I call The 3 E’s… Exalt Christ, Edify the Body and Evangelize the lost, one song at a time, one soul at a time. I will recommend your book to all the musican friends in my orbit.
Any question why the work continues?
Quiet Work
Jan 3rd

And as the long weekend draws to a close, some book notes.
I’m beginning to realize the book will never really be finished until all parties involved, myself included, have shuffled off this mortal coil. A melancholy thought, but accurate. Certainly one not to dwell on!
On far happier notes, a true friend and brother is currently using his eagle eye to come through the Kindle version of the book, spotting the glips and glups that eluded me during my 3,794 read-throughs (only a slight exaggeration there). I’m making corrections as he rolls through. Once he’s done I’ll update the printed version, also changing the cover to:

I’m still waffling on the name change. Current thought is using the different title when pitching the book to publishers. (Yes, I’m going to.)
The Kindle version should be updated with the changes so far sometime this week. I’ll probably hold off on updating it any more until the proofreading is completed. Or not. I think if I update the book it’s automatically updated for anyone who’s bought it when they sync their Kindle or account for same, but I’m not sure. We’ll all find out together, what say?
Oh — a couple of awesome comments about the book, one in response to a blog post and one in an e-mail, came my way this weekend. I’ll be sharing them soon.
The work continues.






