Category Archives: Spiritual Direction

experiencing the world of the spirit. audio. hebrews 10-11

Who Killed Jesus? Audio. Hebrews 8&9

Hebrews 5-7 (audio) Melchizedek

For Such a Time as This

In one section of Dostoevsky’s final novel, The Brothers Karamazov, the middle brother Ivan relates an imagined poem/story to his younger brother Alyosha in which the Grand Inquisitor[1] is interviewing Jesus. Ivan is a brilliant atheist. Alyosha is a devout Christian.

The story imagines the Inquisitor confronting Jesus for having created freewill, which, he maintains, is the cause of everything evil in the world. The Inquisitor’s argument, in part, is that Jesus should have taken the satan’s offer, bowed to him, and seized the world’s kingdoms. Jesus could then have controlled world history, eliminating all the wars, oppressions, poverty, and injustices. Would we not be better off in such a scenario?

Jesus mostly listens, then wins the argument by lovingly kissing his opponent, leaving him stunned by mysterious grace. Later, Alyosha counters Ivan’s intellectual atheism in the same way – not with argument, but with love.

It seems clear that we do not have unlimited freewill. We are products of genetics, environment, influences, and circumstances. Our lives have predetermined parameters. We only have so many years to live, so many opportunities to learn, so much potential capacity. I’ll never be a professional football player or a concert violinist.

But it’s also evident that we have freewill within those parameters. And, in most cases we don’t know exactly where the limits are. Enough brave people have defied the odds and risen above disabilities, disadvantages, and severe adversity to teach us to push the boundaries of possibilities.

Imagine a ship on its way to a foreign port. The port of call is our destiny. Being passengers and not captain or crew, we do not control where the ship finally docks. Moreover, as we sail, there may be events over which we have no control. We might experience illness or injury, for example, or, more positively, we might meet a stranger who changes our lives. But within those parameters over which we have no control, we have freewill, agency, to do what we like, eat when and where we want, talk with whom we choose, and so on. I can choose to spend the voyage in my stuffy cabin, or on deck enjoying the ocean air. Life is somewhat analogous – there are things out of our control, fate, or destiny if you choose, and there are also genuine choices before us.

Some people are content to live within the comfort and familiarity of the ordinary. Routine life in the affluent first-world occident lulls us into the ordinary. Content with the hand dealt to us by the fates, we are happy to be spouses, parents, neighbors, workers. On life’s voyage, we fall into routines. There is nothing wrong with that. It is both honorable and the path of the majority. Moreover, in much of the world, life consists of surviving day to day. Maslow’s hierarchy demands attention.

Yet within all strata of society, some seem almost possessed by a sense of calling. Traditionally, we call this a vocation or a calling. In the common vernacular, “vocation” often means whatever one does for a living. Here, I use the word to mean more than that. Vocation is a deep spiritual sense of calling. St. Paul said, “Woe am I if I preach not the gospel.” His ministry was not a job or a career; it was a divine calling, impressed on him from outside, almost against his will. His freedom came into play when he submitted to that calling. He could have refused. He likely would have been miserable from then on and viewed his calling, his vocation, his fate, as a curse. Submitting, it became his passion. It gave him joy, meaning, and a sense of wellbeing even in adverse circumstances.

True vocations come from the Divine. They contain a sense of destiny and passion. Divine vocations seem to always be in service to creation. I’ve seen it in pastors, priests, veterinarians, social workers, physicians, psychologists, authors, teachers, nurses, naturalists, scientists, and grandmothers. Conversely, one can engage in any occupation as a job, duty, or career, rather than from a sense of calling.

Not all vocations or callings are divine, however. There are people who will sacrifice anything for power, money, and fame. They are obsessed, driven; they have a sense of destiny, but it is infamous. There are nefarious forces in the universe that deceive, seduce, and wreak havoc. If one feels a sense of destiny, one must discern its source. A vocation that promotes health, wholeness, oneness, wellbeing, actualization, individuation, charity, conservation, stewardship, justice, equity, and the elevation of the poor, marginalized, and disenfranchised is almost certainly divine. Conversely, a vocation that leads to the opposite is demonic.

Nietzsche took the demonic path. He proclaimed himself Superman, said that God was dead, called Jesus “the pale enemy,” and insisted that might makes right. Hitler combined that philosophy with populace nationalism, a myth of racial superiority, national exceptionalism, and a perversion of Christianity. Nietzsche wound up insane. Hitler committed suicide after murdering millions.

These are Kairos times – a major transition is underway. Nations, as well as individuals, often get the fate they deserve. I have deep roots in the United States. I’m a member of the Sons of the American Revolution. Ancestors fought to end slavery. My father spent five years at sea combatting Nazi fascism. As a nation, we have never owned and repented of stealing Native land, the genocide of indigenous peoples, slavery, racism baked into our institutions, white supremacy, misogyny, homophobia, political corruption, and the avarice that lies under many evils.  As a nation, we are plunging into insidious despotism. An entire political party has been taken over by a lying, cheating, racist, greedy egomaniac. By and large, “white”[2] Christians[3] support a man who embodies the seven deadly sins and whose policies, in so much as he has any, are diametrically opposite of the teachings of Christ.

Is a neo-fascist, jingoistic despotism our national fate? Are we, like Nietzsche and Hitler fated for a destiny we created and deserve? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Either way, within those parameters, we have individual freewill. We can choose how to act and react.

Given this Kairos moment[4], how are we to respond?

On one level, the answer is obvious – take a strong stand for justice, peace, acceptance, understanding, and honesty. Stand with the oppressed, marginalized, victimized, disenfranchised, poor, sick, and outcast. For Christians, proclaim the way of Jesus – love, grace, mercy, nonviolence, hospitality, forgiveness, acceptance, service to those in need.

On a deeper level, recognize that all of us are created in the image of God. All of creation is precious and sacred. God loves every single person so much that Jesus died for them. God is not willing for any to perish.

Coming to that deeper level requires the relinquishment of the ego’s need to control. It requires submission to the overarching Divine Will, at the center of which lies justice and nonviolent resistance to evil. Our collective existence is at stake.

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[1] Most likely Tomás de Torquemada who was Grand Inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition from 1483 to 1498.

[2] There is no such thing as a “white race.” Whiteness is an invention of modern racists to support chattel slavery. There is only one race – human.

[3] It is difficult to assign the title “Christian” to those whose beliefs and actions are the exact opposite of what Jesus taught. One’s impeccable doctrine is of little value without the fruit of the Spirit.

[4] Theologically, a kairos moment is an opportune time within God’s plan and will.

Israel, Birthright, Blessing, & Rest. (an audio teaching on Hebrews 3 & 4)

April 22, 2024

“A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.”

(Matthew 2:18; Jeremiah 31:15)

Fifty-three years ago today, I was a 20-year-old college kid sitting alone in a cold sterile deserted hallway at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. The obstetrician, now in his suit and tie and on his way out, saw me and said, “You mean no one has come to talk to you?” He let me know all was well and escorted me to the nursery where a fully-gowned nurse held up a 9-pound bawling red baby boy. I wept with joy and praised God for the next three hours.

Thirty-eight years ago, on my 35th birthday, the brilliant, vivacious, adventurist son I loved with all my being committed suicide.

Between those two events, Elliott filled the world with ceaseless exciting activity – double black diamond ski slopes, freestyle rock climbing, Latin lessons, science experiments, German folk dancing, electronics, science fiction, calligraphy, ice hockey, heavy metal music, varsity wrestling, skipping grades, messing around with his peers, wooing his girlfriend with roses in her locker, church youth group …

… then, on February 11, 1986, the world lost a brilliant mind and a tender soul. What would he be like had he not given in to adolescent impulse? Another Francis Collins or Neil deGrasse Tyson?

The loss of any child by any means is a loss to all.

·      13,000 children killed in Gaza.

·      Russia has killed at least 1,800 Ukrainian children.

·      Over 3 million children die of hunger every year.

·      From 2007 to 2021, the suicide rate for Americans aged 10-24 rose 62%.

·      Worldwide, eleven babies die every minute.

·      43.3 million children are living in forced displacement.

·      Under the Trump administration, the United States sent at least 21,300 asylum-seeking children and their families to dangerous Mexican border cities where they are unable to access basic services and often become victims of criminal cartels.

Avoidable deaths.

Every single child is created in God’s image, is deeply loved, and is filled with unfathomable potential. To lose a child is to lose a piece of the future.

Without exception, every child deserves love, food security, clean air and water, proper sanitation, and an environment void of killing.

Weep for the children.

Pray for peace.

Work for justice.

End poverty.

Stop the wars.

Ban the guns.

Feed the hungry.

House the homeless.

Jesus said, “Let the children come to me, and do not stop them, for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” (Matthew 19:14)

We Worship Jesus Not the Bible. Audio. Hebrews 1&2

Warnings & Hell in the book of Hebrews

Learning to Receive

The Gift of Weakness

… but [God] said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.” So I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities for the sake of Christ, for whenever I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:9-10)

“The greatest in the Kingdom of God,” said Jesus, “is the servant of all” – the one who washes feet, cares for the poor, wipes the brow of the leper. Think Mother (now Saint) Theresa of Calcutta. 

God’s Kingdom here on earth is upside down. The greatest are servants. The poor are rich. Love conquers hate. The way up is down. The weak are strong.

Not long ago, I was diagnosed with supraventricular tachycardia (SVT). The electrical currents that make our hearts beat run from the top of the heart to the bottom. In SVT, a misfiring occurs, and an electrical current gets into a loop that causes a fast heartbeat. The episodes can last from a few seconds to days. Even a 15-minute episode can leave me feeling wiped out. 

My wife and I served as campground hosts in Southern California for the first three months of 2024. (Not a bad place to spend the winter.) Kathy flew home on Easter. Tank the fuzzy wiener dog and I set out driving the camper the same morning about 04:30. On that initial driving day, we faced high winds, thick fog, hard rain, hail, sleet, snow, and closed freeways due to accidents. We finally made it to a Cracker Barrel in Albuquerque. (Cracker Barrel and Walmart allow RVs to park overnight. One is expected to buy something.) 

The next morning, I was taking Tank for a walk when the most severe episode of SVT I’ve ever had hit me. During it, my pulse raced between 150 and 170 beats per minute. I was unable to sit up, much less move around. It lasted a full five hours and left me exhausted and weak. 

Kathy urged me to get a hotel. I eventually made it to a hotel in downtown Albuquerque where the campervan would be safe, and Tank would be welcome. I was there four nights and still didn’t feel 100%. Twenty hours of driving time left to go. Loneliness, worry of having a medical emergency in a strange place where I don’t know anyone, concern for who might take care of the dog, and a general feeling of anxiety and displacement set in. I was literally in the desert with God (and a fuzzy wiener dog). 

My family was worried. My two oldest daughters texted me their concern. My son offered to fly out and spend a day or two helping me drive at least part of the way. My youngest offspring called to encourage and cheer me. 

I texted some friends and asked them to pray for me. Loving assurances flooded in. One of those friends, Marsha Stevens-Pino, is considered the mother of contemporary Christian music. She wrote praise songs (famously, “Come to the Waters”) and sang in a group called Children of the Day. Then, she came out as gay and was summarily dismissed and ostracized by the evangelical movement. She’s never been bitter, doesn’t seem to have ever been angry; conversely, she’s been consistently forgiving and loving. She’s one of the most Christ-like people I’ve ever met. She’s still singing praises to Jesus in her 70s.

She texted me assuring me of her prayers and offering a bit of medical advice. (She’s a nurse.) Then, half asleep, she “accidently” Face-Timed me. It was what my wife would call a divine appointment.

Marsha is married to Cindy. Cindy loves to drive. She drove fuel trucks in the Air Force and drove a big RV thousands of miles for their music ministry. Cindy very happily offered to fly from Florida to Albuquerque and drive me home to Cincinnati. Marsha encouraged me to “not be a guy,” and accept help. She reminded me that there are people who love me. (That, despite my seeing myself as unlovable most of the time.)

And, so, away we went across the Great Plains with my new friend Cindy at the wheel and Tank curled up in his dog bed. The scenery on that route is pretty boring, but the company was divine. 

No doubt, the greatest in the Kingdom is the servant of all, and it is more blessed to give than receive; but I needed to learn to receive. All that flows from God is a gift. Every breath, every bumblebee, every stranger’s smile is a grace. Freely we have received. That’s why we can freely give. 

In a capitalistic society it is sadly true, as the Sharks sing in The West Side Story, that “you get what you pay for, sometimes less, but never more.” But not with God. God is not transactional. Life is not transactional. No Karma. No tit-for-tat. No quid pro quo. All that is beautiful, all that is good, is a gift. We earn nothing of eternal value.

God gifted me with a loving spouse, children, and friends. God gifted me with a little dog that makes people stop and smile. God gifted me with a few days in the desert and a new friend to keep me safe on a long drive. 

God is gifting me with wisdom.

I’m learning to be still and know that God is God.

I’m learning that God meets me in others.

I’m learning the blessing of weakness.

I’m learning to treasure relationships.

I’m learning to receive.

An Audio Overview of the Book of Hebrews