In an entry yesterday I said that “the Bible is more conservative than any conservative I’ve ever met.” Which is true, but at the same time, somehow or other, the Bible is also “Liberal.” The Bible clearly advocates situational ethics (I am all things to all men so by all means I might win some), says it’s ok to drink alcohol, many “holy” men had multiple wives and other such women and never really said it was wrong, and so forth.

To make blanket statements is one of the dangers of being able to talk. Sometimes it’s good to think about what we say. Sometimes I do that even. It’s also good to keep Scripture in context. It’s also good to not jump to hasty judgments about what people are doing when we really don’t know.

Anyway, just thought I should add that statement about my previous statement that I stated which I’ll probably have to restate at some point.


One of the main jobs of a prophet is being annoying. They do a fine job. Reading the prophets in the Old Testament somewhat quickly gets really old. Everything they say is doom and gloom–Jerusalem will be wiped out, the Babylonians will enslave you, the land will dry up, etc. “Yeah, yeah, yeah” you can hear their audience mumble.

To make it worse, the only solution is to return to the Lord and obey His commandments–even more annoying! “Get off our back man.” you can hear them whine.

You really can’t get past it in the Bible–there are plenty of doom and gloom things going on in it. A person who has to speak forth what the Bible says has to say lots of doom and gloom things and be met with “Yeah, yeah, yeah, get off our backs man.” It aint no fun, which is why most believers don’t do it. Plus there’s that whole “grace” thing, much easier to talk about.

Paul repeats the words of Isaiah–“all the prophets have come and gone and I am the only one left and now they seek to kill me too.” Although sticking to truth isn’t easy, it’s the only thing that will help. The watchman is accountable to give a warning, not to make people listen, the choice to listen lies solely in the ears of the hearer.

Currently I am reading a book about how Christianity is being “persecuted” in our country. However, after reading about 60 pages, I don’t think what we’re talking about is quite persecution.

I see the point that is being made, in fact, I already knew the point before reading it, but I don’t see that it qualifies as persecution. In one instance there was a debate over whether a school would allow student prayer and it was decided that, no, there would be no student prayer. To sum up the persecution in the event it was stated that a teacher who led the annual Christmas program “almost resigned.” Boy howdy, that’s some serious persecution there, almost resigning? Shwew, send out the lions.

When this book came out I didn’t want to read it, but I am anyway because someone loaned it to me. I knew the main point would be–whay, whay, no one likes conservative values. Being against conservative things is persecution of Christianity–I don’t agree. Some conservative ideals are not consistent with Scripture, Scripture is more “conservative” than any conservative I’ve ever met–if conservative is defined as sticking with tradition–plus the whole notion that the world would be against Christianity seems rather unrevealing to me, no kidding. Why do I need to read a book telling me what Jesus already affirmed 2,000 years ago?

Christianity needs to be careful that we don’t get more worked up over who can pray and when, and where the Ten Commandments can be, than we are over the spiritual reality that we have gifts to use to spiritually edify those around us. Whining is not a spiritual gift, neither is protesting, neither is griping, neither is being a Republican. If we focused on our job that God has placed us here to do rather than on what other people who don’t like our job are doing, we’d all be better off.

In floor hockey last night the red sticks won. Led by the fabulous socring of Michael Heise with an offensive outpouring by one Cindy Weddle which shocked her more than anyone. Three goals she scored. Three. Amazing, we were all in awe. We’re not worthy.

No one got badly hurt either, mostly. A good time was had by all.

Well it’s here. The season of Bracketology.

My freshman year of college I entered my first bracket challenge which was a college wide pool playing for tickets to a Twins game. I won. First time I ever won anything. To top it all off, the tickets I won, I couldn’t go on that day, figures.

The years after that I always did bracket contests with friends and I always won for some reason. It’s like the one thing I win at, I really don’t know why, I don’t watch basketball until March. I’ve been entering web site contests playing for fabulous prizes. About four years ago I was in the top 100 going into the final weekend, out of 200,000. So close

So anyway, I have things to do right now, need to go fill out some brackets.

The snow is lucky it came sooner than it was supposed to, it must have gotten scared of my wrath.

I went for a walk out in the blowing blizzard conditions, I love that. There is nothing more fun then heading out into that stuff and feeling the raw power of it. It just charges me up! I don’t know what it is, but I like it. It shows the many aspects of our God, the one who invented weather. The beauty of it added with the power and force, the brutality of it even. How can something that brutal be that beautiful? Yet that is our God.

He gives snow like wool;

He scatters the frost like ashes;

He casts forth His ice as fragments;

Who can stand before His cold?

He sends forth His word and melts them;

He causes His wind to blow and the waters to flow.

Psalm 147:16-18

Maybe it’s just me, but I doubt it.

I grew up in a pastor’s home. We went to church all the time. And by all I mean all the time. In the winter I remember many nights where it would be snowing and horrible roads and we would head out to church anyway, because my dad was the pastor, he had to be there.

We would pass many bars on the way to church and without fail my father would say, “Well, the snow aint keepin them from the bars.” But sure enough, the church would be almost empty. So, I’ll admit I have a bit of skepticism and or bad attitude built into me.

But doesn’t it seem like every winter we get more snow on Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday? I’d like to study that sometime if it were possible, to see what days the most snow has fallen in the winter and I would almost bet that these three days would top the list. Satan is the god of this world and I wouldn’t put it past him to mess with the weather.

And here’s another thing–since when did we have to have “Severe Winter Weather Advisories” for 2 inches of snow? People are more worried about snow advisories than they are about snow. Could it be Satan?

(The preceding entry is written mostly in jest, mostly.)