030 Ստրկություն։ Սպիտակ բադի պատմությունը

Իմ զարթուցիչը դրված էր առավոտյան 6:30-ին։ Այդ գիշերը ես պարբերաբար զարթնել էի, բայց առավոտյան 6:30-ին շատ խորը քնած էի։ Հետաքրքիր է, որ այդ պահին, ինչպես միշտ, պիտի լսեի զարթուցիչի հերթական «ազդակը», բայց այդ այդ օրը զարթուցիչի «ազդակի» փոխարեն լսեցի, թե ինչպես մի տղամարդ սկսեց խոսել ռադիոյով։ Նա մի պատմություն էր պատմում և կարծես թե ամեն ինչ նախապես ձայնագրված լիներ և առավոտյան ուղիղ 6:30-ին արդեն միացված էր։

Հենց առավոտյան ուղիղ 6:30-ին լսեցի, թե ինչպես այդ տղամարդն սկսեց խոսել՝ ասելով.

«Քաղաքում մի երիտասարդ ընտանիք էր ապրում։ Նրանք ունեին մի փոքրիկ տղա և մի փոքրիկ աղջիկ։ Մի օր, մայրն ասաց երեխաներին. «Սիրելիներս, ես ու հայրիկը միասին պետք է տեղ գնանք։ Եվ ձեզ մի քանի օրորվ թողնելու ենք տատիկի և պապիկի մոտ՝ ագարակում»։ Իհարկե, երեխաներն ուղղակի հիացած էին մայրիկի ասածից և կարծում էին, որ դա շատ հրաշալի էր. . . չէ՞ որ ագարակում միշտ էլ արկածներ էին լինում։

Այսպիսով երեխաները մնացին պապիկի և տատիկի մոտ՝ ագարակում։ Նրանք հանգիստ քնեցին առաջին օրը և առավոտյան վաղ արթնացան։ Աղջնակը գնաց տատիկի հետ, իսկ փոքրիկ տղան՝ պապիկի։ Առաջին բանը, որ պապիկն արեց, փոքրիկ տղային իր արհեստանոց տանելն էր, որտեղ նա պիտի պատրաստեր հնաոճ, հետաքրքիր մի պարսատիք։ Պապիկը պարսատիքի համար օգտագործեց ծառի եղանաձև ճյուղի կտորը, մեծ ռետինը մի քանի շերտերով կտրեց իր հին հատուկ դանակով և մի փոքրիկ կտոր՝ կաշվե հին կոշիկներից։ Տղան զարմացած էր, որ իր պապիկն այդքան հնարամիտ էր և հարուստ երևակայություն ուներ։ Նա անհամբեր սպասում էր, թե երբ են վերջապես փորձարկելու պապիկի սարքած պարսատիքը։

Այդ առավոտ տղան շրջեց ամբողջ ագարակում՝ փորձելով գտնել անհրաժեշտ չափի քարեր։ Նա նշան էր բռնում աչքին տեսած ամեն ինչի վրա։ Բայց, ցավոք, նա բացարձակապես ոչնչի չկարողացավ դիպչել այդ քարերով և զարմացավ՝ հիշելով Դավիթ թագավորին և նրա պարսատիքի կարողությունների մասին։

Երբ ճաշի ժամը մոտեցավ, տատիկը կանչեց երեխաներին ներս գալ և հաց ուտել։ Եվ երբ տղան մոտեցավ ագարակի հին տան հետևի դռանը, դռան մոտ կանգնած էր տատիկի սիրելի սպիտակ բադը։ Նա մտածեց, քանի որ առավոտից իր պարսատիքով ոչ մի բանի չէր կարողացել հարվածել, ահա և հաջողություն նշանառության համար՝ բադը։ Երբ նա ձգեց պարսատիքն ու բաց թողեց քարը, նկատեց, թե ինչպես քարը նետի պես ուղիղ գնաց բադի վրա և սպանեց նրան։ Բադը նույնիսկ չցնցվեց։ Պարզապես սատկեց։ Անմիջապես։ Փոքրիկ տղան խուճապի մատնվեց, արագ բռնեց բադին և վազեց դեպի փայտերի կույտի հետևը։ Նա լաց էր լինում և տերևներ էր դիզում սատկած բադի վրա՝ փորձելով ծածկել իր կատարած սարսափելի արարքը։ Նա զգաց իրեն նայող մեկի ճնշումը, շրջվեց և տեսավ քրոջը, ով նրան էր նայում փոքրիկ, ինքնագոհ ժպիտով։ Տղան ասաց. «Ո՜հ, խնդրում եմ, խնդրում եմ, խնդրում եմ, մի՛ ասա տատիկին։ Ես ամեն ինչ կանեմ, բայց խնդրում եմ, մի՛ ասա տատիկին»։ Քույրը հասկացավ, թե որքան կարևոր մեկն էր ինքն այդ պահին և ինքնագոհ համաձայնվեց։

Երբ քույր ու եղբայր ներս մտան ճաշելու, տատիկը հարցրեց փոքրիկ աղջկան. «Սիրունիկս, կօգնե՞ս սեղանը դնենք»։ Աղջիկն ասաց. «Դե, գիտես տատիկ, կարծում եմ, որ Բոբբին ավելի շատ կուզենար քեզ օգնել սեղանը դնել»։ Տղան անմիջապես ոգևորությամբ համաձայնվեց և շտապեց օգնել ճաշի սեղանը դնելու հարցում։ Ճաշից հետո տատիկը հարցրեց քրոջը. «Աղջիկս, կօգնե՞ս հավաքել ճաշի սեղանը և ափսենները լվանալ»։ Աղջիկն ասաց. «Տատիկ, կարծում եմ, որ Բոբբին ավելի շատ ավելի կնախընտրեր դա անել, քան դուրս գալ և խաղալ»։ Եվ կրկին, տղան համաձայնվեց և ցատկեց օգնելու տատիկին։ Այսպես շարունակվեց մինչև ընթրիք և քնելու ժամը։

Առավոտյան տատիկը կանչեց երեխաներին նախաճաշի։ Երբ նրանք ներս եկան խոհանոց, զգացին եփվող սուրճի և տապակվող բեկոնի բույրը, որն այնքան շատ ախորժելի էր նրանց համար։ Տատիկը հարցրեց աղջկան. «Սիրելիս, կօգնե՞ս նախաճաշի սեղանը դնենք»։ Եվ, իհարկե, այս անգամ էլ աղջիկն ասաց. «Ո՜հ, տատիկ, ես վստահ եմ, որ Բոբբին ավելի շուտ կօգներ քեզ, քան ես»։ Բայց այս անգամ տղան, որն արդեն հոգնել էր իր գաղտնիքի «բեռից», դառնորեն լաց եղավ և ասաց. «Տատի՜կ, տատի՜կ, ես շատ-շատ մեղավոր եմ, ես ներողություն եմ խնդրում։ Երեկ ես պապիկի պատրաստած պարսատիքով փորձեցի մի բան անել ու չստացվեց, ոչնչի չդիպչեց։ Երբ դու մեզ կանչեցիր ճաշի, ես տեսա քո սիրելի սպիտակ բադին հետևի դռան մոտ։ Ես այնքան վստահ էի, որ մի բան կստացվեր, որովհետև բադն այնքան մոտ էր, որ ես պարսատիքով նշան բռնեցի բադին ու սպանեցի նրան։ Շատ եմ ներողություն խնդրում, տատի՜կ։ Շատ եմ ներողություն խնդրում, որ սպանեցի քո սիրելի բադին, ես չէի ուզում դա անել»։

Տատիկը մոտեցավ փոքրիկ տղային, գրկեց նրան, դեմքն առավ իր երկու ձեռքերի մեջ, նայեց նրան բարի, իմաստուն աչքերով և ասաց. «Իմ տղա՜, ո՜հ մի լացիր… ես ամեն ինչ գիտեմ, տեսել եմ։ Երեկ ես կանգնած էի խոհանոցի պատուհանի մոտ։ Եվ տեսա, թե դու ինչ արեցիր և ներեցի քեզ հենց այն պահին, երբ դա տեղի ունեցավ։ Ես միայն մտածում էի, թե որքան ժամանակ դու թույլ կտաս քրոջդ քեզ դարձնել այդ արած սխալիդ ստրուկը»։

Աստված գիտի ամեն բան։ Նա տեսնում է ինձ։ Մի՛շտ։ Ոչինչ չկա իմ մեջ, որ Աստված չտեսնի։ Ոչի՛նչ։ Չկա այնպիսի բան, որ իմ աչքերը տեսնում են և Աստծու աչքերը չկարողանան տեսնել։ Եվ անհնար է թաքցնել ինչ որ բան Աստծուց։ Անհնար է, որ ես ինչ որ բան կարողանամ թաքուն պահել Աստծուց։ Նրա առաջ ես ամբողջովին բաց եմ։ Տերը նույնիսկ գիտի, թե ինչի մասին եմ մտածում։ Նա գիտի ամեն բան։

Տերը մի անգամ ինձ հարց տվեց. «Գիտես, այն բաները, որ անում ես ծածուկ տեղը և կարծո՞ւմ ես, թե ոչ ոք չի տեսնում։ Այո՛, նույնիսկ ամենածածուկ բաները։ Ու երբ ծածուկ տեղը ինչ որ բան ես անում, ինչ որ մեղքեր ես գործում, արդյո՞ք հավատում ես , որ Ես ամեն ինչ տեսնում եմ, թե՞ անում ես, որովհետև քեզ համար միևնույն է, կտեսնեմ Ես, թե՝ ոչ»։

Իսկ այս ամենի տակ անհավատությո՞ւնն է թաքնված, թե՞ ապստամբությունը։ Հավանաբար երկուսն էլ միասին։ Ինձ այս հարցը դուր չի գալիս։ Դժվար հարց է, բայց միայն այն պատճառով, որ ինձ դուր չի գալիս։

Ես չէի ուզում պատասխանել, քանի որ իմ բոլոր պատասխանները լավը չէին… է՜հ, է՜հ։ Այսպիսով, մինչ ես փորձում էի չպատասխանել այն հարցին, որին պետք է պատասխանվեր, ըստ էության, պատասխանն արդեն կար՝ իմ պատասխանի բացակայության պատճառո։

Աստված ինձ մեկ այլ հարց տվեց. «Եթե Ես արդեն ներել եմ քեզ, ապա դեն նետիր քո մեղքերն այնքան հեռու, որքան արևելքն է արևմուտքից։ Ես այլևս չեմ հիշում դրանք։ Ո՞վ է, որ անընդհատ հիշեցնում է քեզ քո բոլոր վատ արարքների ու մեղքերի մասին։ Եվ որքա՞ն ժամանակ դու թույլ կտաս, որ նա շարունակի քեզ դրանց ստրուկ դարձնել»։

Այսօր ես ձեզ նույն հարցն եմ տալիս. եթե Աստված ներել է ձեզ, ո՞վ է, որ ձեզ անընդհատ հիշեցնում ձեր արած բոլոր վատ բաների և մեղքերի մասին։ Եվ որքա՞ն ժամանակ դուք թույլ կտաք, որ ինքներդ լինեք դրանց ստրուկը։

 

(Թարգմանությունը՝ Արթուր Իսպիրյանի / Translation by Artur Ispiryan. 26.09.2025)

Leap Of Faith

A leap of faith, according to the dictionary is an act of believing in or attempting something whose existence or outcome cannot be proved. It is when we take action believing in something outside our boundaries of reason. Like the fellow i met in 1981 who told me about when he and his family drove 386 miles on an empty tank of gas. The reason they stopped wasn’t that they ran out of gas but because the Lord told them to pull up at a gas station and He would provide gas for the car. Sure enough, when they pulled up to the pumps, the man in the next aisle asked if they would like a fill-up. It was beyond all reason, beyond anything they thought. When the gauge on the dash said the tank was empty, empty, empty, the Lord told each of them, starting with the kids in the back seat, to keep going, going, going. So, they did. At first, they inwardly prepared themselves for their faith to be dashed, but the further they went, the more amazing things got. At the 50-mile mark, they stopped holding their breath in trepidation and trembling. At the 150-mile mark, they were laughing and giggling with joy, and at 300 miles and beyond, they were singing so loud, hands in the air, it was all they could do to hold themselves together.

Now you may say that story is a bit over the top, but it happened. The car wasn’t a little 50 miles to the gallon vehicle. It was an old, gas guzzler. It was all they had. That was a leap of faith … it was beyond reason and far past their ability to comprehend, outside of the fact that God had done it.

The Lord asks us many, many times in the course of our lives to believe Him, beyond our work-a-day world, and enter into the realm of possibilities according to Him. For many, believing past what we can see seems insurmountable, yet for others it appears to come easier.

Sundar Singh was leading a group of people in the wilderness in India, carrying the gospel to remote villages. They came to a raging river with no way to cross. In front of everyone, within everybody’s hearing, he told a tree to fall across the river in order that they would cross. The tree cracked, popped, and fell exactly as was necessary. It was a leap of faith beyond what the people could imagine. God testifies to us who have eyes to see and ears to hear, He abundantly, openly testifies that He is able to do more than we imagine, better than we hope, ready and able that nothing is impossible for Him.

i had a dream recently where myself and some others were being chased by an army taking over the country. We came to a large green field and began crossing all that expanse of green. i could see the army in hot pursuit, coming down a dirt road. Suddenly, to my left walking near me in the field, a man leaped up, grabbing at something i couldn’t see. Instantly, in his hands was a cord, and above him was a glowing green parachute. In the dream i could feel my mind trying to reason through it, yes no yes no… but from my heart rose the idea to try, just try. Why not? So i too jumped as high as i could and pretended to grab a cord which, by all reason, was not there. Instantly a cord was in my hand and a large glowing, sparkling green parachute was above me, carrying me upwards. Suddenly, i could see others jumping also, having been inspired by what they saw in the other fellow and myself, and instantly, in their leap of faith, they all  held cords in their hands, which previously was not there, and at the top of each cord was a saving parachute. The wind began to blow and we all rose up out of harm’s way and were swept into the distance, over the tree tops and mountains to safety.

We all have leap of faith-type occasions in our life, at one time or another, and if you say you don’t, i’d bet you do except you simply didn’t see it. To me, the question isn’t “do you have leap a leap of faith” testimony, but maybe, more importantly, do you notice? For some, a leap of faith might be to quit your job and become a volunteer with a ministry in another country, after all, if you don’t go, it’s just not going to happen. For others, it may seem a leap of faith to believe God can change the heart of a spouse, child, or friend. It’s easy to doubt ourselves in the middle of our leap, but in that action, regardless of doubt, faith overcomes and the miraculous follows. It is putting your trust in God instead of yourself and then acting on that belief. Faith equals trust training.

Hebrews 11:6 tells us that faith triggers a response of pleasure in God’s heart. As we demonstrate our trust in Him, He is not apathetic or indifferent but actually delights in our belief in Him. Don’t you know, in Matthew 14, when Peter stepped out onto the water, it was a total leap of faith. By all reason, the water would not support his weight. BUT, he had a call on him from Jesus who said, “Come to me”. In John 9, it was a total leap of faith when the blind man allowed Jesus to put clay on his eyes and suddenly he could see. What in the world does clay have to do with sight? i don’t know, but Jesus was obedient to the Father, and that’s what He did. Do you think the blind man was thinking to himself, “i doubt this will work, but it can’t hurt to try.” He allowed Jesus to exercise faith on his behalf, and the blind man exercised faith by allowing the situation to proceed.

i know, whoever you are, that you’re likely facing circumstances so out of the realm of possibilities, and everything in you is screaming, no way out. But God will make a way where there was no way. It’s a leap of faith but you’ll never know where the path will lead if you don’t try.

Known By Our Preferences

It is subtle, but our preferences speak volumes of our character. 

         Matthew 4:18-22, “While walking by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him.” 

         As i understand the scripture, Peter and Andrew made a decision in the moment. Maybe prior to Jesus coming around, they were thinking of going back to school or were bouncing around the idea of doing something other than fishing. i don’t know. But, when Jesus walked up and said, “Follow me”, there were no sales tactics presented to them, they didn’t have to be sold on the idea. They weren’t promised a big salary, a corner office, nor widespread influence with the use of the local Synagogue marketing committee.

         They were choosing, they preferred to follow Jesus over staying with their day job. Before that, evidently, they had a preference for fishing, after all, they had invested in nets, boats, and made connections to market their fish, but in that exact moment Jesus walked up, their preferences changed. What was going on that caused them to make such a change, seeming to turn on a dime like that?

         In the last 20 years, God has changed my preferences. There was a time in my life when i thought i didn’t care one way or another which restaurant i ate at, which mystery show we would watch, whether i had lasagna, a hamburger, or a salad for lunch. It didn’t matter which restaurant because i like a huge variety of foods, and my goal was to eat food, however that came about. i really believed it didn’t matter. i was very indifferent to many things, with indifferent being the key word there. i didn’t really care what i drove as long as it started, stopped, had lights, and got me from point A to B and back, consistently. i thought i didn’t care whether i wore a collared shirt or a t-shirt, because in my mind it only mattered that i cover my body. Solid color, large print, small print, old shirt, new shirt, i was very utilitarian in many of my views of life. i believed those choices weren’t all too important, or at least i thought. Well, let me tell you, God had another plan. He began to pose me questions, drawing out my preferences that were buried underneath a world of thinking which hinged on the idea that i didn’t want to offend anyone. i didn’t want to appear persnickety and opinionated, i just wanted to go along to get along with as little conflict as possible. Do you realize how utterly impossible it is to live a life with no conflict, on any front? All that indifference affected the expression of my preferences. But was it really, actually indifference though? The truth was, as He revealed to me, i did, indeed, have preferences and it was OK to have them. Today, i can say i prefer collared shirts and leather shoes, i prefer blue jeans over dress slacks, i prefer to stay at home over going out at night, i prefer the truth over hearing sweet things. i prefer peace over contention which starts with me not being a contentious, combative person. My list goes on for a while, but you get the idea. Friends, it’s ok to be you.

         When Peter met Jesus, i believe the presence of God was so persuasive, that Peter was willing to change from owning his preferences to preferring God’s preferences. And wouldn’t you know, God has preferences, which i believe, we need to know about. If we’re going to be like Jesus then it seems to me we need to know what He prefers.

         i’d say, the Lord has a personal preference for mercy over judgment. He prefers honor and grace over dishonor and disgrace, and truth over lies. 2 Peter 3:9, “The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.” 

         i would say the Lord has a personal preference to be patient, and He would far prefer to fulfill His promises. He has a preference that none should perish and that everyone would experience forgiveness and eternal life. From the beginning, the Lord had a choice, He could either kill them all or give His life so that we would be saved. Kill them or save them, and He preferred to save us. He preferred Abel’s sacrifice over what Cain brought. He has a personal preference that a man and woman comprise a marriage, and the list of God’s preferences goes on and on beyond the edge of the universe. 

         His preferences are a standard for us and were built into everything He created. God’s preferences have set the stage for the end, from the beginning..

         It seems to me we know well the preferences of our children and friends, but how is it that we call Him Lord, God, Savior, All-in-all, Adonai, and friend, yet we seem to know so little about even what His personal preferences are. On a basic level, a friend knows their friend’s personal preferences, doesn’t God deserve much more than all of them? i think it would behoove us to know. 

         What are your preferences? Be honest. Not only are we defined by our preferences, we are revealed by our preferences. For example, what we like and don’t like can be seen by how we spend our money. Most people totally don’t want you to know where their money goes … it is very revealing. How well do you know your family’s liking for one alternative over another? Would you say God’s commandments are representative of His personal preferences? Isn’t the Lord eternally more important than today’s political figures, yet we know more about the preferences of famous people than we do the Lord, and i’d like to do something about that. What do you think?

Don’t Judge Me!

These days, oh boy, these days, have you ever heard someone say, “Don’t judge me!”, which is often said with anger? 

         A thin, famished-looking young man, dressed in plaid pants which were too short, wearing a poke-a-dot collared shirt, large sunglasses, and a black derby hat, before anyone could say anything, he said, “Walk a mile in my shoes, see what i see, hear what i hear, feel what i feel, THEN maybe you’ll understand why i do what i do, ‘till then don’t judge me.” He said all that to no one in particular, all said with a sneer on his face and condescension in his voice. No one had said anything, no one made a face or rolled their eyes at him, yet there he was throwing his defense out. What in the world was going on with him that he was absolutely compelled to say all that to no one in particular. When he said it all, no one replied, no one did anything but continue on with what they were doing. His comment made no difference, did nothing and changed nothing.

         These days, we hear it all the time, especially on college campuses. It’s almost as if when the words are spoken, “don’t judge me”, they feel it lets them out of being liable, magically winning immediate unanimous approval from everyone around. All the person has to do is say the magic words, “Don’t judge me” and suddenly they’re untouchable.

         i was at a coffee shop waiting for a friend. A slightly overweight young woman, who may have been on a diet, got a cookie with her morning coffee. i noticed with a glance and thought to myself that the cookie looked pretty good, still, i said nothing, just sat there with my coffee. But, she saw me looking at the cookie. She glared at me and out her mouth came, “Don’t judge me”. And i wondered, judge her about what?

         To me, i puzzled within myself, what do these people mean when they say those three magic words that suddenly make them home free? “Don’t judge me!” They use the words as if it’s a Harry Potter magic spell. Truly though, i believe what they’re really saying is more the unspoken agenda of “don’t think less of me”, “don’t think i’m a bad person”, and “don’t even think you’re better than me”. Honestly, it all just looks like fear to me. But fear of what? Public opinion? Looking as fat as is actually the truth? Appearing as silly as we truly are?

         Some even go so far as to pull scripture out of context, declaring “Even Jesus said judge not lest you be judged.”

“Don’t judge me!”

         Do any of those folks have any idea how completely impossible it is for any one of us to not have an opinion of right and wrong? We may not want to admit it, and it may be buried underneath layers and layers of politically correct thinking, but we all, absolutely all, have preferences and personal opinions. We can’t hide in the “no judgment zone” forever, that’s not life, nor does life work that way. Exercising our ability to judge, deciding right and wrong, is how we decide to be moral or immoral, ethical or unethical, principled or unprincipled. Hiding in the “don’t judge me” phrase makes us morally, ethically, and principally stupid. Yes, i said stupid, and my definition of stupid is ignorance that has been told and refuses to listen.

         As C.S. Lewis said, “God is our one and only, sole ally in the universe, and we have alienated him from ourselves.” i say, It is an absolute necessity for us to make God’s preferences and standards to be our standards, and if He didn’t set the standard there would only be darkness, chaos, dying, and death.

         “Don’t judge me” seems to be a way of someone telling us they want what they want, and they take no responsibility for any standards. In 1st Corinthians, however, the Greek word is different than in other places where the word “judge” is concerned. In this case, Paul uses the Greek word, anakrino, which is also translated as “scrutinize,” “investigate,” “discern,” or “examine.” So while Jesus forbids us from “judging” others in the sense of condemning them, we are still called to “judge all things,” using our power of intellect to investigate the world and discern the truth. Ahh, the truth, is that what is ultimately being avoided? “Don’t judge me”, “talk to the hand ‘cause the ears don’t wanna hear.” Think my friend, use your brain and think.

         Here is a beautiful catechism: Having a moral conscience being present at the heart of the person, instructs and urges them at the appropriate moment to do good and to avoid evil. It also judges particular choices, approving those that are good and denouncing those that are evil. It bears witness to the authority of truth in reference to Ultimate Goodness to whom we are drawn, and it welcomes God’s standards and preferences. When we listen to our moral compass, a man who lives with concern and has thoughts for the future can hear God speaking.

         i am confident that for those who hide in “Don’t judge me”, their moral compass is, by degrees, becoming blinded through the habit of rebellion and purposeful wrongness. They seem to think their ignorance is somehow invincible.

         Many think saying “Don’t judge me” seems to let them out of having a conscience, the very feedback loop which enables them to assume responsibility for their actions. i’m astounded that they think just saying magic words like, “Don’t judge me”, somehow relieves them of any culpability for their actions.

         i have thought it would be interesting to have a conversation with someone who invokes the “Don’t judge me” phrase, asking them, in their opinion, just what, exactly, do they believe they’re being judged about, and what do they mean by their use of the word “judge”? Somehow, i just don’t think the conversation would go well. Maybe some of us are so afraid of offending anyone or being accused of being intolerant, we’re forgetting how to tell right from wrong. i figure, anyone who claims, “Don’t judge me” has already judged themselves and has, on some level, already realized the wrongness of their actions. What do you think?

The Theory of Shifting Responsibility

          We say the weather is ugly, the tree is a sorry excuse for a tree, or ultimately, if “they” hadn’t done this then “i” wouldn’t have to do that. What and how we choose is our responsibility, and the weight of our choices does not rest on anyone but ourselves. My decisions are mine alone and belong exclusively to me to embrace or resolve. i find it odd how often i don’t consider that there is really nothing wrong with the weather. The weather is the weather, but instead, i say, “the weather is ugly today”. Is it really, truly, that the weather is ugly, or is it more that i don’t prefer it?

On a very hot day in July, i was putting up new fencing. Oh my gosh, it was hot and i was soaked through with sweat. i decided i would sit under a nearby tree in the shade to rest and dry out a little. When i sat down, in a few moments i realized i was just as hot and wet as i was when i was standing in the sun pounding fence posts in the ground. i looked up and saw that the tree i was sitting under was actually a scrubby-looking thing with not many branches or leaves. Immediately, out of my mouth came the words, “You are one sorry excuse for a tree, why do i even let you grow here?” Exactly then the Lord swept in upon me and posed me a question, “Is the tree poor, or did you not prefer it? Is the tree at fault or did you simply choose poorly?”

A week later, a friend of mine came over. As he entered the house he said, “The weather is really nasty outside.” So, with a chuckle, i posed him the question God had posed me, “Is the weather really nasty, or is it more that you don’t prefer it?” i knew he was a man committed to the truth, so, although it was a defining moment, he didn’t shift the responsibility of his choice of words or accuse me of asking too many questions. Instead, he reconsidered the platform from which he made decisions. In his chair, he squirmed left, then right, and slid me an uncomfortable side glance. He then said, “Ugh, you’re right. i did blame the weather for my preferences.” Instead of accusing me of being too forensic, like a wise man, he applied the question to himself and how he thinks.

In light of that, let’s consider how often someone poses a piercing question, and instead of allowing the question to do its work in ourselves, we shift the responsibility of applying God’s wisdom to, not how we could be better, but how they, yes “they” have intruded upon us, and we accuse them of being interrogators, and question askers. i find it pretty amazing how many believers play into the idea of creative evolution by being reluctant to inquire of their own motives rather than admit they’re real motivation is in another place. Hebrews 13:14, “For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come.” The world is not our home, and it is surprising how many believers decorate their lives as if this is their final destination, dressing it up as if this is home with Jesus. They try and convince us that Earth can be made into Heaven. It doesn’t remotely look like even a simplistic idea of Heaven and we end up feeling more like exiles on Earth. “i don’t have a problem, you just ask too many questions.” Do you see how the responsibility of addressing what is really going on with us gets shifted, saying “You ask too many questions”?

We say, “these are terrible shoes”. Are the shoes actually poor or is the truth more that i have neglected to take care of them? “The test was too hard”. Is the test too hard, or is the truth more that we neglected to study enough or maybe we simply didn’t understand the material? We say, “If God would only…” this or that. Is it that God didn’t act, or is the truth more that we neglected to participate with Him and trust He will reply at the right time with the right answer? We say “If the people of my congregation weren’t so needy, then i wouldn’t be too busy to spend time with my family.” i actually heard that. Is it that they are so needy the real cause of being too busy, or is the truth, more closely, that it isn’t the fault of needy people that i don’t spend sufficient time with my wife and kids, but more because i am choosing to do something different?

Our choices are our responsibility. It is not my mother’s fault i didn’t go to college, i was the one who elected to do something else. We must cease to shift responsibility to things or other people in and effort to explain why we can’t, don’t, won’t, or didn’t. Remember, if you’re too busy, you’re the one who said, yes. No one m-a-d-e you too busy but you.

Isaiah 49:20, “The children of your bereavement will yet say in your ears: ‘The place is too narrow for me; make room for me to dwell in.’”

Friends, let us be responsible and ask the Lord for wisdom. We all so desperately need His wisdom. What do you think?

Decisions That Define Us

We all make a myriad of decisions about everything, everyday, whether to have a sandwich or a protein shake, to turn left or right, to speak or not, etc, etc, you get the picture. We live our lives in a constant state of choosing based on our developed sense of preferences. We are largely known by our preferences. The Lord has empowered every human being to be able to make decisions, some life changing, and some so subtle they are virtually unnoticeable, i call them micro-decisions. Simply put, decisions, of all sorts, carry immense weight, shaping our lives and futures. Not to be too philosophic but i can’t think of another way to say it; each choice, big or small, ripples through time, influencing outcomes, relationships, and opportunities. Thoughtful deliberation is crucial, as poor choices can lead to regret, while wise ones foster growth and success. Over and over God emphasizes through themes and narratives the need to learn to make good decisions. So, how will we do that? I figure one way we learn to make good decisions, largely, is from making bad ones and learning from them. Another is through prayer and diligently searching for God’s wisdom.  James 1:5, “If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him.” Another is allowing God to develop character, Fruits of the Spirit, in us that we would hourly and daily come into alignment with His will. Our character heavily influences our ability to make good decisions. One way Karl Barth defined faith was calling it, “trust training.” Proverbs 3:5-6, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths. Trusting God always leads to right discernment, and righteousness lead to wise, fruitful decisions that honor Him.

From the Mission in Vacaville, Calif, as written by David Crone, the following is a list of great decisions i thought worthy of putting forward for our consideration, hopefully, to influence what, how, and why we decide the things we decide.

“These are some of the decisions which define who we are as a community and how we choose to live our lives. These decisions are not destinations, but rather journeys…”, they are about the way we go our way in Christ.

  • We have decided that teaching the gospel without demonstrating the gospel is not enough. Good preaching, good doctrine, and being good people are not enough.
  • We have decided that having a good church club is not enough, good fellowship is not enough, and just being a member of that club is not enough.
  • We have decided that having good Bible studies is good, but not good enough, that just making it to heaven is not our goal, and that knowing about God without truly knowing and experiencing God is meaningless.
  • We have decided that having good programs is not enough, that change without transformation is intolerable, and that staying where we are is not an option.
  • We have decided that gifting without character is futile.
  • We have decided that singing songs without worshiping is empty, and having meetings without God showing up is pointless.
  • We have decided that having faith without works is not enough and having works without love is not acceptable–that our function comes out of our relationship first with the Father and second with each other.
  • We have decided that reading about the book of Acts without living the book of Acts is unthinkable.
  • We have decided that confident faith is good and bold faith is better.
  • We have decided that hearing about the Holy Spirit without experiencing Him is silly, that believing in His presence without seeing it manifested in signs and wonders is hypocrisy, that believing in healing without seeing people healed is absurd, and that believing in deliverance without people being delivered is absolutely ridiculous.
  • We have decided to be Holy Spirit filled, Holy Spirit led, and Holy Spirit empowered–anything less doesn’t work for us.
  • We have decided to be the ones telling the stories of God’s power–not the ones hearing about them.
  • We have decided that living saved but not supernatural is living below our privilege and short of what Christ died for.
  • We have decided that we are a battle ship not a cruise ship, an army not an audience, Special Forces not spectators, missionaries not club members.
  • We have decided to value both pioneers and settlers: pioneers to expand our territory and settlers to build on those territories. But we are not squatters, people who take up space others have fought for without improving it.
  • We have decided to be infectious instead of innocuous, contagious instead of quarantined, deadly instead of benign.
  • We have decided to be radical lovers and outrageous givers.
  • We have decided that we are a mission station and not a museum.
  • We have decided that it is better to fail while reaching for the impossible that God has planned for us than to succeed settling for less.
  • We have decided that nothing short of His Kingdom coming and His will being done in our world as it is in heaven will satisfy.
  • We have decided that we will not be satisfied until our world cries out, “Those who have turned the world upside down have come here too” (Acts 17:6).

i realize, that’s a lot to think about, but if we simply begin the process to think, think, think, and consider carefully before the Lord, indeed, our decisions, choosings, and preferences will change. Oh yes they will! Let our decisions reveal our constant determination to set our face toward Kingdom life. We must decide to put those decisions into gear, let the clutch out, and follow Jesus, who is The Way God has appointed for us.

Podar 101

Ser maestro es más que solo saber cosas. Es más que simplemente decir respuestas. Me parece que cualquiera que solo quiera caminar entre otras personas, sin hacer preguntas sino solo decir respuestas, no quiere involucrarse realmente con el cuerpo, sino que solo necesita subordinados. Me imagino que enseñar es muy parecido a ser podador. Si alguien es considerado un podador profesional de vides y árboles frutales, debe tener un profundo aprecio por la vid o el árbol, debe ser paciente, elegante, dispuesto a participar, poseer una gran comprensión de cómo funciona y el objetivo final de hacer que la vid dé la mayor cantidad de frutos posible.

En la cultura griega primitiva, se hablaba de alguien que era maestro como se hablaría de alguien que era un maestro de coro, alguien que mezclaba voces y poesía coral para una interpretación pública, y también era responsable de una interpretación correcta. ¿No son muy similares los podadores y los maestros? Creo que sí. El podador ayuda a entrenar la vid para que vaya por un camino diferente con el fin de mantener la vid sana y dar más frutos. El llamamiento requiere verdadera sabiduría y perspicacia para un plan de acción. El podador puede tardar varias temporadas en atar ramas y ramas en una dirección determinada, recortar algunas y dejar que otras crezcan para lograr el objetivo del maestro de la viña. ¿Puedes ver cómo el podador, como un maestro, crea una vid que funciona como poesía coral? Claro que puedes. También se puede decir que cualquiera que enseñe también se caracteriza por aprender, pues enseñar es aprender, y cada vez que un podador pone su mano en la vid aprende un poco más sobre las características de lo que la hace funcionar.

He oído decir que cada vid, para el ojo de los podadores exigentes, tiene características únicas, y cada variedad de vid es como un individuo. Nosotros, como pueblo de Dios, somos individualmente únicos, y todo buen maestro debe familiarizarse cuidadosamente con sus materias, involucrarse suavemente con sus alumnos, moldearlos, recortar un poco, dirigir en una mejor dirección, todo con el propósito de mejorar cada uno para que sea más fructífero. Ese es un buen maestro o un buen podador.

Sin embargo, aquí, quiero señalar una observación sobre los maestros / podadores de hoy. De hecho, hay algunos maestros / podadores muy buenos alrededor. Pero también hay una multitud que está podando las vides, no con un juego de tijeras afiladas, un cuchillo bien afilado y un ojo agudo, sino que están podando con un garrote, golpeando las ramas de la vid. Muchos de los que dicen ser maestros están brutalizando a otros solo dando respuestas, siendo muy poco comprensivos con la agonía de sus alumnos y llenando sus cabezas con nociones retorcidas y respuestas a medias, enmarcadas más para controlarlas que para hacerlas fructíferas. Un buen maestro es un poeta tanto en el aula como en el campo, instruyendo y explicando talentos específicos, e incluso estrategias. ¿Los podadores profesionales no le enseñan también a la vid el mejor camino a seguir y elaboran estrategias con el propietario del viñedo? La vid se planta a propósito de norte a sur para que reciba la mayor cantidad de sol posible, y el sol va de este a oeste. Como resultado, el podador debe podar algunas hojas para cubrir partes del racimo de uva del calor del sol, así como eliminar lo suficiente para permitir que el sol madure el rendimiento del campo de manera uniforme. Es un negocio muy intuitivo y que requiere una gran comprensión de cómo crece la vid.

Si, en la analogía de la agricultura constante de Dios, desde Adán y Eva siendo tiernos del jardín hasta el llamado a que todos seamos fructíferos, veo a los apóstoles como plantadores y a los maestros como podadores. En el Antiguo Testamento, la palabra para podadores vino con la idea de alguien que golpea las cuerdas con los dedos. Era un toque delicado en las cuerdas para hacer un sonido hermoso, no en el sentido de golpear el instrumento en un esfuerzo por golpear una melodía, lo que sería como podar con un garrote. De hecho, la forma en que el Señor nos dio la palabra hebrea, la primera letra es un cuchillo, y la última letra es una imagen de corte constructivo o destructivo, y la letra justo en el medio es una de sabiduría. Entonces, para los podadores, entre el cuchillo y el recorte de la vid hay una corriente de sabiduría que fluye. ¿Puedes ver la imagen allí … ¿Puedes ver la secuencia de un cuchillo, sabiduría y corte? Con un pequeño cuchillo, la elección y el sabio corte constructivo extraen la grandeza de la vid, como en un proceso creativo para prosperar todos los pequeños recortes de cuchillos.

Si podamos con un garrote, la vid estará años en recuperación antes de que vuelva a dar frutos. ¿No son maestros brutales que ahogan a sus estudiantes para “hacerles” aprender, no están podando la vid con un garrote, y sus estudiantes brutalizados bien podrían estar años recuperándose para volver a ser fructíferos? No es de extrañar que en Santiago 3:1, las Escrituras digan: “No muchos de vosotros seáis maestros, hermanos míos, porque sabéis que los que enseñamos seremos juzgados con mayor severidad”. ¿Por qué? Porque la fecundidad de la vid está en tus manos como maestro, probablemente más que nadie. La poda 101 dice que tienes que ser amable, considerar en oración comprender cada rama y vid, usar la sabiduría y pensar cuidadosamente antes de cortar una o dejar otra en pie. Sé sabio y no cortes árboles fructíferos. Vamos, sé que probablemente estés irritado con muchos estudiantes malos, pero mientras tanto, no cortes árboles fructíferos.

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Traducción por Alfredo Magni Sozzi