Mary Winkler shot her husband who was a pastor of a church in Selmer, Tennessee. Her motive has now been revealed.
Winkler said the two had argued throughout the evening about several things, including family finances. The problems were “mostly my fault,” she said, because she was in charge of keeping the family books.
“He had really been on me lately criticizing me for things – the way I walk, I eat, everything. It was just building up to a point. I was tired of it. I guess I got to a point and snapped,” Booth read to the court.
With all the people with problems pastors deal with, they often come home and try to fix their family. Often this fixing turns into criticism. Something all pastors, especially me, have to be aware of. Love those around you, especially those closest to you.
Noah’s Ark has made news recently. A team of American archaeologists has discovered something on top of a mountain in Iran that leads them to believe they have discovered Noah’s Ark. The news is now everywhere.
Let me be the first to say that “I doubt it.” If I know God like I think I do, this will turn out to be an old Bedouin racketball court. I mean seriously, since when has any huge discovery actually turned out to be legitimate?
I would love nothing more than for God to have left Noah’s Ark sitting around to end, once and for all, any doubts about the validity of Scripture. But seriously, it aint gonna happen. Not only that, if this is Noah’s Ark, people will worship it.
It reminds me of one of the stranger verses in Scripture, Jude 9, where Michael the archangel fought with the devil over the body of Moses. No one could find where Moses was buried because God knew that would not be a good idea.
So, just wait, in about a year, when the lab results come forth, you’ll hear that Bedouins used to play racketball on top of mountains on a daily basis, everyone knows that. Christians are so dumb. Just wait.
I commented on this deal awhile back. A Christian organization has decided to target porn stars. They recently attended a porn expo, bought a booth and handed out Bibles to porn people with “Jesus loves porn stars” written on the cover.
Obviously, this ministry has created some controversy. Here’s one take on it from Albert Mohler.
Kids are born really dumb. Parents know how dumb the kids are but the kids don’t. When they learn to talk, they always say, “I know.” Pride goes before the fall and kids fall an awful lot.
The temptation of the parent is to step in and make sure they don’t fall again. Parents can over-protect, over-analyze, over-harp, and over-everything to keep their precious one safe. However, this only keeps the child dumb.
I know when my kids are about to get hurt or when they are about to break something. I try not to stop them all the time. I will stop them if 1) the injury will cost me money or 2) the thing about to be broken is mine.
Otherwise, I try my best to let the kid just go ahead and be dumb. Dumb kids don’t know they are dumb. You have to let them be dumb so they will see how dumb they are.
I borrow this principle from God, a person who claims to be my Father. Deuteronomy 8:2 says that God let Israel wander in the wilderness so they would “know what is in [their] heart.” God already knew; Israel didn’t.
God let Israel be dumb for 40 long years to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt how dumb they were. Israel should have seen clearly and learned from that. Many of them did. David and Solomon come shortly after.
Ah, but being dumb is a hard habit to break. Deuteronomy 8:5 tells fathers to chasten their kids like God chastens Israel. Let em be dumb. Maybe the dumbies will see how dumb they are and decide to learn.
When my eyes are on me, I get depressed quick. I consider all the junk, all the failings and all the things in life that make me fail. I tend to then despise those things, wish they were obliviated. “Have that removed.”
But the things are not removed and the failures continue. I pray self-centered prayers about how awful I blew it and how come I can’t just go to heaven? The flesh pulls me down more.
But, sometimes, something flicks in my brain and says “Look up for a second.” Funny thing about walking, when you look at your feet you are more likely to trip, or at least get lost. If you look in front of you your steps will be more assured.
We are told to look toward the finish line. Look up. Walk carefully by watching where we are going. My bad eyes like to look at me and my problems. It takes effort to look up to Christ.
I have often heard it said that God sees believers as blameless and holy. However, when I look at “believers,” including myself, I see a different picture. Maybe God has really bad eyes. Maybe He’s watching something else. Maybe He’s like a Cub fan who turns the game off early so he doesn’t see the bad that’s about to come.
Or maybe it’s true. Nah, couldn’t be. We’re too used to the struggle and the failure. We’re witnesses to our flesh and our rebellion. We know our thoughts. God’s messed up on this one.
Oh yeah, it’s nice to say that He sees us in Christ. But what about my sin? Doesn’t God see my sin? Christ died for something so I imagine He sees my sin. But He sees something much greater: He sees the holiness and love of Christ.
“Thus what he [God] sees in us is not so much the evil that was ours but the good that is his.” Thomas Merton has a way of saying things well. I think that is said very well. We’re the ones with the bad eyes that can’t see far enough to see our position in Christ as a reality.
Hiram, the King of Tyre sent trees to Solomon to help build the temple. This was sent by way of the sea. People who lived in Tyre were Phoenicians, some of the earliest sailors.
The reason they were sailors was that Tyre was an island. However, Alexander the Great besieged Tyre and built a bridge, or causeway, out to the island with rocks and dirt. Tyre then became a city on a peninsula. Weird.
What’s particularly weird to me is that Tyre is now on a stone bridge. Hmm, a Bridgestone Tyre even.