Thursday, May 19, 2011

Didn't John Lennon Say "There's No Heaven?"

So the foremost most popular cosmologist of the 21st century now agrees with the a 60's rocker who might or might not have developed his lyrics during drug-induced stupors.

In 1971 Lennon sang:

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try

In 2011 Stephen Hawking wrote:

There is no heaven or afterlife
It would be difficult to determine the motivation for John Lennon other than to say he was a leader in the religious counter-rEvolutionary movement in the 1960s.

Since Hawking is a famous scientist, he would presumably have some evidence to back up his claim, or has he simply crossed the wall of separation between church and science without a hall pass? Speaking of presumptions, Hawking is on dangerous ground to have so definitively dismissed Heaven, when in his own field of research, he is still searching vainly for 96% of the universe.

Jesus promised: "I go to prepare a place for you...that where I am, there you may be also." - John 14:2,3. It's also better to earn Heavenly currency than to focus on building up earthly wealth:

"Don't store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there your heart will also be." - Matthew 6:19-21

Drug-enhanced rockers and wayward cosmologists may say there's no Heaven, but don't bet your eternal life on the absence of Heaven...or Hell.

Monday, May 16, 2011

The gap between hero and villain is apparently the width of fur

It was a cloudless and carefree Sunday afternoon. The spring sun shone down with just enough glow to warm the breeze to a pleasant caress. My wife enjoyed her Mother's Day by slipping away to her peaceful bedroom for a delightful afternoon nap. I lounged in the living room with some relaxing reading. My drowsy reading was interrupted by the ear-splitting scream of my nine year old from the backyard. In seconds, I was streaking through the yard with adrenaline driving my legs toward his desperate cries. He was yelling and kicking at our friendly, family Labradoodle, who was stalking around the dogwood tree.

A pathetic ball of fur and blood clawed frantically for the safety of the tree. As the lame squirrel futilely drug itself towards the trunk with just it's front paws, Mark's moist little eyes bored into me with passion, and he pleaded fervently, "HELP IT, DADDY! HELP IT!!!" We were quickly met at the tree by my pre-teen daughter, who echoed Mark's request for me to help the dying rodent. After snatching away a few timid hands reaching out to "help" the wounded animal, I marched the whole curious band up to the house, to chain up the canine and talk to the children.

Knowing the poor squirrel needed to be put out of its misery, I tried to calmly explain the situation to my compassionate children, who were still clamoring for me to "DO SOMETHING! HELP IT!" I should have taken it as a compliment as their usual adolescent interpretation of my skills is somewhere between a bag of lawn clippings and a lab rat, and now they expect me to be able to mend a broken hip, deep lacerations, possibly a broken back, and a small case of indigestion…at least the poor thing looked like it had indigestion.

Their sympathetic cries turned to horror and disdain as I explained my plan that they stay in the house while I "snuffed out its candle". "TAKE IT TO THE VET, DADDY!" urged Mark. "The vet wouldn't fix a squirrel, buddy…I'm sorry; and I don't want to spend $500 on an animal that will die from his injuries or starvation." Since my sister is an animal rehabilitator, Jessica petitioned "CAN WE TAKE IT TO AUNT DJ's HOUSE?"  "I'm sorry, Sweetie; she would just feed it to her owl." I replied. Crossed arms and laser eyes burned into my back, as I left the children in the game room to take on the grim task ahead of me.

After retrieving my shovel from the shed, I looked back to the house to make sure that the kids were still inside. Unfortunately, their view of the impending macabre task was completely unobstructed, so I marched resolutely back down to the dogwood tree only to find the crippled rodent had intrepidly climbed 12 feet up into the tree.

He was looking down on me, chittering painfully and shivering uncontrollably. Now, my fear was that he would climb out to the edge of the branch and die…only to fall into the brambles in my neighbor's yard and stink for a month where he could not be disposed of.

So, now the kids got to watch their big, strong daddy swing the shovel of death at the defenseless creature in an attempt to knock it from the tree of refuge down to the killing grounds. And what should enter my ears from the house, but the banging of four little protesting fists on the windows of the game room. Only three or four swings later, I hear, "MOMMY!!!! STOP DADDY!!!!!! HE"S KILLING AN INNOCENT ANIMAL!!!! STOP HIM! STOP HIM!!!"

Now down on the ground, the poor guy tried vainly to dislodge the makeshift guillotine with his front paws, and I'm feeling lower than the one-armed Luke, beaten and hopeless, when Darth Vader revealed his surprising parentage.

About six hours later, I'm retelling the sad tale to my friend, Troy, and he has his own story to tell. His startled daughter calls him from the driveway to report a 5 foot snake is between her and the house. So, the valiant hero, Troy, runs from the house with yard tools and heroically cuts down the wicked serpent to the wild cheers of his thankful family, who had all came outside to watch his heroism!

The gap between hero and villain is apparently the width of fur.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Terrible Tsunami Tragedy

The destructive force of water is enormous! We've just recently witnessed how a single earthquake and the subsequent tsunami brought devastation to the people of Japan.

Imagine what three or five or ten simultaneous tsunamis would be like. Genesis 7:11 says that the fountains of the great deep burst forth, which would have cracked the earth's crust like an eggshell. The continental plates would be moving, sliding, and colliding…earthquakes and erupting volcanos like the world has never since seen. This would have caused simultaneous tsunamis all over the earth. Not to mention the forty days of torrential rain to which the Bible refers.

What evidence of this uber-catastrophe can be seen today? Surely, something so devastating would be etched all over the Earth.
    •    Billions of dead things, buried as fossils in sedimentary rock
    •    Pancake-flat layers of rock with little or no erosion between layers
    •    Sorted layers rather than mixed
    •    Poly-strata fossils
    •    Fossils at every elevation of mountains

Sadly, the destruction of the ante-diluvian world was caused by a preponderance of sin and mankind's failure to honor and thank God as he deserved. God still hates sin today, so let's recommit to purging sin from our lives and honoring God with our whole lives.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Can Pro-lifers celebrate the assassination of Osama?

Despite my strong affiliation with the Pro-Life movement on philosophical/ethical/moral grounds, my initial reaction to the death of the infamous terrorist, Osama Bin Ladin, was "Awesome! I'm glad he's dead!" I even went so far as to say, "I wish he had not gotten a Muslim-compliant burial…he should have been buried with bacon."

But a friend of mine brought up a good point about whether we should celebrate his death. Yes, he was notorious. Yes, he was responsible for the deaths of thousands of Americans.

However, he died without recognizing his need for the saving grace of Jesus. While Americans have been cheering for his death, he is bound to an eternity in hell.

I purposefully titled this blog entry provocatively to see how people would respond. I still think Osama got his earthly justice, but I want to express my own revelation that Christians living in the United States should not be more closely tied to American nationalism than we are to the Great Commission.

Tell me what you think.