Friday, January 4, 2013

Absolute Freedom, Part II

"You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free! He who the Son sets free is free indeed!"

I can still hear the Oral Robert's singers on Sunday morning TV bursting through all my childhood ruckus with those words. 

But what exactly does this mean: The Truth shall make you free? 

Civic Freedom:
Yes, the U. S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights state that freedom is a self-evident gift of Providence. It even states that freedom is a right. The U. S. government law enforcement officers are supposed to step in and by law enforce my right to freedom--the freedom they declare is from God.

But the Constitution says nothing about truth? If the truth is what makes us free, then there is something missing in the Constitution. 

Someone might say, "Well, come on. The Constitution is a secular document."

I reply, "Except that, it goes to God for the sacred right of freedom. Why not also make a sacred right of truth since that same God told us that we cannot get to freedom except by truth. I mean, if we are going to bring God into it, then why not use God's method of getting to freedom."

Someone might then say, "Too much God. Freedom is enough. Don't bring truth into it."

But as a nation based on the Judeo/Christian idea of sacred liberty, who openly declares God gives us freedom, not the government, then why not openly declare that God gives us truth too. If freedom, by God's own definition, requires truth as a prerequisite, then better make truth a right so that afterwards freedom can be a right, right?

Let me start over: 

In part one of this post, I went through the process of showing that without truth, freedom implodes on itself. You can't freely choose something if you are not given information about the choice or limited information or outright fallacious information. You weren't really free to choose a fat-free yogurts from regular yogurt if they are mislabeled and those that claim to be fat-free are not truly fat-free. Your choice is being wrongly manipulated by lies. 

So before I can access my right to freedom, I must have the absolute truth. Right? Because giving me the right to freedom without giving me the right to truth first.... is like giving Americans the right to free healthcare when there are no doctors or nurses or medical facilities. (Or when people are free to call themselves doctors or nurses without when they have had no schooling.) No true healthcare workers, no healthcare.

And you can't get to freedom under the circumstances of anything false can call itself true! 

Some of you are seeing the very scary place I am going with this.

We must have absolute truth. Freedom cannot survive with half-truths, sorta truths, and lies that call themselves truth.

If freedom is dependent upon truth, then what do we do with a nation that puts all error upon the same level as truth? We give error the right to call itself truth? 

Think of stupid little things: A soft drink claiming that "Coke adds Life" or a news station claiming "Truth Lives Here" or a coffee shop with the advertising on the door that reads, "The World's Best Coffee." All of these claims are most likely untrue. Does drinking a Coke really add life? Really? Maybe at best it adds a little stimulate to your body and momentary enjoyment to your tastebuds, but does it truly add life? Naw. It's a advertising gimmick and with advertising nothing has to be really, truly true. 

Advertising is in general a con-game we all accept in a capitalistic system. We all assume the advertising propaganda (lies) don't affect our freedom of choice. It's all a part of the western culture free-market game and is harmless. If the lies become too blatant or dangerous, then "foul" is called and a lawsuit is slapped on the manufacturer. It all works itself out in the free-market system. 

But can we really have a free market system with truth itself? Can freedom survive when truth become capitalistic and all ideas--true and false-- are given equal rights? 

If freedom itself is dependent upon truth, then truth better be plain. Lies should not get the same rights as truth? If it works that way in all other avenues why not also in spiritual truths? 

And that we will get into in part III.



Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Absolute Freedom Destroys Freedom


Truth and Freedom are inseparable, in fact, absolute truth gives us freedom and freedom demands absolute truth.  Without truth, freedom turns into chaos.

Let’s start with an easy analogy:
What if you were chosen from the audience to be a contestant for a gameshow called, “Freedom to Choose!” and were shown two blank white doors and told you were free to choose one of the doors.

You ask, “What’s behind them?”
The game show hosts replies, “You can’t know, it’s a surprise!”

You ask, “Is this really freedom when I don’t know what’s behind the doors?” So the gameshow hosts then adds three more blank doors. “Now you have REAL freedom! You can choose door number one, door number two or any other of the doors!”

“Well,” you ask, “how is adding more doors giving me more freedom when I don’t know what is behind any of them?”
The gameshow hosts is looking anxious at you and back into the camera. “More choices, more freedom, of course!”

You are not quite sure how that works, but you know something is wrong. Freedom isn’t about choosing from random unknowns. True freedom is choosing from things you do know.

“Well,” the gameshow hosts taps his ear receiver and smiles broadly to the audience, “my producer informs me that we can tell this contestant what is behind two of the doors. Behind door number one is a vacation to Las Vegas and behind door number two is a new washer and drier!”

“Oh! I really, really need a new washer and drier.” You jump for joy, “I choose door number two!”

“Our audience contestant has used her freedom of choice and has chosen door number two!” The gameshow host announces loudly. And the door opens up to find that behind it is a lifetime supply of Little Debbie Oatmeal Cookies. The audience goes wild with clapping and you are expected to be happy with the prize even if it wasn’t what you chose.

Again, something is wrong, but in front of the camera’s and audience you are not sure how to react. The cookies are a nice gift, but that isn’t what you picked out. That isn’t freedom when you don’t know your choices or you the choices have been lied about. The hosts sends you back to your seat with the shout, “Thanks for playing Freedom to Choose!”

So, what is wrong with this picture?

We often don’t stop to analyze what freedom truly is and how it is achieved. We don’t realize that the ability to have freedom is based on the idea that the choices we have been given are knowable and true.

You weren’t really given any freedom when you were given the choice of any of the doors when you didn’t know what was behind them, nor when you were given false information. 

Let’s say the “Freedom to Choose” gameshow has a guest after you that wins a cruise to any destination he wishes. So the person uses his freedom to choose a trip to Rome. When he gets onboard, the cruise to Rome instead ends up in the Bahamas. The ship advertisers and advertisements simply lied. They never were going to Rome, but were always going to the Bahamas. They used their freedom to lie to all the passengers saying that the Bahamas in their personal dictionary is called Rome. They just switched what the word meant and didn’t tell anyone. They all defended their position with the idea of personal freedom. After all, they used their freedom to choose what the word “Rome” meant.

Absolute, unrestricted freedom means that we all have the freedom to harm, do wrong, lie and cheat. But, that type of absolute freedom will eventually implode on itself like a black hole. Absolute freedom--or unrestricted, unconstrained freedom--cannot long exist as it brings anarchy and chaos. 

Imagine absolute freedom where a Campbell’s soup company can label something “Tomato Soup” and instead put in string beans. Or a map company using their freedom to add extra states and mislabel roads. Where words lose all meaning because we each have the freedom to make any definition to any word we please. What if we could make a new name for ourselves each day and sign our name differently on each contract? 

All consumers would lose their freedom to choose if we all had absolute freedom. For we could no longer choose to purchase anything because we couldn’t trust any labels or any person’s word! Their personal truths (and freedom to lie) would severely inhibit our ability to have freedom.

Every time we choose, we are choosing something based upon the idea that we have been given truth. We choose spouses and friends and careers and medical procedures and houses and cars and everything we buy at a store based upon the idea that what it or they say is true. If a pregnancy test doesn’t tell you the truth about whether you are pregnant.... or your boss promises that if you don’t quit he’ll give you a raise in a couple months, or if a politician tells you he won’t raise taxes or even if something is labelled “low fat” and isn’t... you can’t make a free choice. Lies have restricted your freedom to make a choice. 

The nature of true freedom can only be found within the confines of absolute truth. Freedom is lost when choices are not labelled or labelled incorrectly in some or all of its aspects.

Here is the great irony of Freedom. Freedom requires self-limiting of its own freedom to that which is true so that freedom can continue. For freedom will actually cease to exist without being founded upon absolute truth.

Isn’t that weird that absolute truth is the only thing that is absolute about true freedom? And I don’t mean true freedom in a spiritual sense, I mean it as a practical idea of us being able to think about what we want and then have the choice to be able to go out and do or get what we have chosen to do or get. 

Yes, we are all free to do wrong to lie and cheat. But that is a suicidal freedom. That freedom eventually enslaves you and others. Absolute truth is necessary to freedom. 

Friday, December 21, 2012

What Jesus Means to Me


What Jesus Means to Me

When I was a child in bed at night and all was dark and scary. I sang songs to Him and the angel He gave me and soon I was no longer scared. I asked him if I could marry Him. And I wondered when He would come and make all the bad things in life go away. I wanted Him to make mean people good. I wanted all my family to not have pain and go to heaven.

One night when I was in fifth grade my friend got shot in the stomach and he almost died and I determined to stay awake all night praying for him, I fell asleep on my knees and felt so guilty in the morning. But my friend lived and I realized that no matter how hard I tried to keep a promise to Jesus, I was going to fail but that Jesus wouldn’t.

When I was a teenager in the 1970’s my friends scared me. They started taking drugs and trying to be cool and listening to bad, harsh music. I was very lonely and felt so nerdy. I was mocked because I liked musicals and classical music and old movies. I was terrified of smoking and dating and rock stars that painted their faces and stuck out their tongues. I put on that I was better than them, but really I was just scared of things I knew to be sin and stupidity.

I told Jesus that He didn’t have to pay attention much to me. I saw all the problems in the world and knew He was too busy for my silly complaints. He had blessed me so much that I carefully kept from complaining to Him. I wanted to be one of those people that never caused Jesus to cry. And my parents had taught me that when people sin, it makes Jesus cry.

As a teenager I loved reading the Bible and craved to know all about Him. He was so good and so kind. I loved to see pictures of Him carrying a lamb on His shoulders. I loved teaching in Kindergarten Sabbath school and singing in choir. Sabbath for me was a very, very happy day. I loved every Sabbath. I felt close to Jesus on that day like He came and placed a special invisible arm of love around me. It was romantic and fun--a great family day. A day to be intimate with God and your fellow man.

Adventists didn’t talk much about their relationship to Jesus. I had never been around it. So I kept it to myself except at Sabbath School. Then it was usually discussions about theological points instead of a relationship with Jesus. I always thought it was because it was assumed everyone had a relationship with Jesus. We were all past the milk and needing the meat.

Jesus was in each bright, warm sunrise and at each cozy, mysterious bedtime. He was in my heart when I was happy and He was there when I was terrified. My faith was weak... my love was strong, but mostly my faith was weak. Lots of things didn’t make sense, but I knew he was there. He was my knight in shining armor, my invisible friend, my Mr. Rogers in my little Christian neighborhood.

Some years, He was so close I felt Him talking to me all day, smiling at me all day. I felt His close, loving presence.

Some years, He was a distant friend who seemed too busy to write or call, but I tried to understand. And I knew He loved me, even if He was busy.

My life hasn’t been easy, but it has been easier than most. I have experienced happiness that I doubt very many people have gotten to experience. I have seen much. And I have experienced sorrow that almost all of us have had to deal with--life tragedies that almost kill you.

But one thing, I have been blessed because I have been near Him my whole life.

Christians today have all these great stories of conversion... You know them. “I was a terrible sinner and then I got saved.” Well, my story is nothing like that. I wasn’t a terrible sinner and I never have felt overwhelming guilty about much. I guess it is because I have always tried so hard to be obedient to him. I never wanted Jesus to cry over what I had done. I sinned, but before the guilt could get strong I immediately repented. I sinned for sure... but nothing of note--nothing to make a good conversion story out of.

But what Jesus has been to me is a friend for my fears and my pain. I have desperately needed a savior from myself. Not because of my great sins, but because of my great terrors of life and death. My fear when I watched my sister getting into the car that she would be in a wreck and I would never see her again. Fear that someone I loved would not be saved. Fear that my mother would come down with cancer or my father would die in a plane crash or drowning. Fear that my wonderful blessed life would disappear with a poof.

I needed Christ to survive my life. He taught me that I would survive my fears and suffering even when He didn’t magically make them go away. He taught me to be brave during those times and that He would be with me.

One of the greatest things that has ever happened to me spiritually is the crucifix. When I have been my lowest, cowering alone with excruciating pain and agony, unable to swallow, vomiting with the trauma of life’s tragedies, I have been able to grab a crucifix and look at what Christ has gone through and know that He knows. He knows and He knows and He knows. That has given me strength to survive the pain.

I have spent much of my life feeling very isolated, misunderstood, dismissed. What made it all well is that moment I imagined seeing my Jesus face to face. That is all I needed of heaven and I all expect of heaven, that for one moment I may look into His eyes and our eyes will lock and I will see in His eyes that He knew how MUCH I tried not to make those eyes cry. And His eyes will say to me, “You never made me cry with pain.” And then I will cry with joy.

Jesus I love you.




Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Catholicism in II Chronicles 18

Background: The Davidic Kingdom has divided...

There is a King in Judah (from the lineage of David) named Jehoshaphat--a good guy and a King of Israel, Ahab--not such a good guy. At the moment they are allies because of marriage.

Ahab (king of northern Israel) asks the Jehoshaphat (king of Judah) to campaign with him against Ramoth-gilead and Jehoshaphat goes up and meets with Israel's King but first wants to make sure it's God's will.

"Please inquire first for the word of the LORD." 5 Then the king of Israel assembled the prophets, four hundred men, and said to them, "Shall we go against Ramoth-gilead to battle, or shall I refrain ?" And they said, "Go up, for God will give it into the hand of the king." 6 But Jehoshaphat said, "Is there not yet aprophet of the LORD here that we may inquire of him?" 7 The king of Israel said to Jehoshaphat, "There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the LORD, but I hate him, for he neverprophesies good concerning me but always evil. He is Micaiah, son of Imla." 


Here's some more interesting background: Jeroboam, the original leader that split the kingdom after Solomon died. (Rehoboam, son of Solomon taking the territories of Judah and Benjamin--including Jerusalem and the temple.) Jeroboam, King of Israel (the Samaritan territory) threw out ALL the Levities and priests and set up his own temple and sacrifices and priesthood. So the northern Kingdom didn't have any of the authentic priests, holy fire, sacrifices, the temple, etc. They were worshipping falsely even if they were claiming to worship God!

So, now note what was going on in the text above. The king of Judah, with the legitimate priesthood and sacrifices and prophets, wanted to know if the northern Kingdom had ANY legitimate prophets of Yahweh left as he recognized the four hundred prophets were bogus. However, note the response of the King of Israel. He actually says "There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the Lord." Hummm... is he coming right out and admitting there is only one true prophet or is the "yet" significant. Does the King mean to imply that ALL of the prophets are claiming to speak for Yahweh but one extra--one additional can be heard but always gives bad prophecies?

Well, if we read on we will find out that these northern prophets are using the name of Yahweh. 



"...all the prophets were prophesying before them. 10 Zedekiah the son of Chenaanah made horns of iron for himself and said, "Thus says the LORD, 'With these you shall gore the Arameans until they are consumed.' " 11 All the prophets were prophesying thus, saying, "Go up to Ramoth-gilead and succeed, for the LORD will give it into the hand of the king."


Please note that these are illegitimate prophets (not ones appointed by God who have gone wrong) but actually self-appointed or appointed by an unauthorized leader who are claiming to be prophets of Yahweh. Not only are the prophesies going to be false, but they came out of false shepherds who were never a part of those appointed by God.


God's chosen prophet, Micaiah, is dragged before the two Kings and asked about the battle. And after cajoling the prophets says this:


"I saw all Israel scattered on the mountains, Like sheep which have no shepherd; And the LORD said, 'These have no master. Let each of them return to his house in peace.' " 


Now it's really going to get interesting... and so Catholic: 


Micaiah said, "Therefore, hear the word of the LORD. I saw the LORD sitting on His throne, and all the host of heaven standing on His right and on His left. 19 "The LORD said, 'Who will entice Ahab king of Israel to go up and fall at Ramoth-gilead ?' And one said this while another said that. 20 "Then a spirit came forward andstood before the LORD and said, 'I will entice him.' And the LORD said to him, 'How?' 21 "He said, 'I will go and be a deceiving spirit in the mouth of all his prophets.' Then He said, 'You are to entice him and prevail also. Go and do so.' 22 "Now therefore, behold, the LORD has put adeceiving spirit in the mouth of these your prophets, for the LORD has proclaimed disaster against you." 

What's so Catholic about that? 

God sent someone else to do His bidding. He asked for volunteers... and then let them decide how to do it. 

Catholics believe that angels and saints in heaven are called upon to do the will of God. God also gives them the opportunity, with His permission, to be creative in how they do it. When Catholics ask the saints in heaven to help them, they are doing nothing more than we see here in scripture. They are performing the works of God at His request.

As prophesied, King Ahab of Israel died in battle. 

So, here--in the whole context of this story--not just what we posted here (you'll have to read all of it to get this --as well as it's counterpart in I Kings 22) we find several things. 

There are God-appointed priests and prophets. Any self-appointed or appointed by any other group or leader are not genuinely of God and cannot speak for Him.

There are New Testament prophets. How do we know they are of God? There are two clues given here. One, they are not appointed by the true church/people of God. Two, they give false prophecies. Not all who give true prophecies are necessarily from God. Some false prophets have given true prophecies. You have to have both things--be appointed by God's people and prophesy 100% correctly.

Just the fact that these prophets claimed to be speaking for Yahweh doesn't mean they were. There was a complete false system of worship set up in the Northern Kingdom that mimicked the true worship of God's people in Jerusalem. 

They may have been truly sincere. They may have been really nice people. But their worship was false. 

Now I am sounding like a Seventh-day Adventist. Which makes the irony of this quite funny! 

I'm not saying these people are not in heaven. I am just simply pointing out a very interesting and very Catholic story in the Old Testament.









Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Reflections on a Family Reunion


Our family gets together every two years for a family reunion--from Texas, Colorado, Tennessee and Virginia. There are two parents, six siblings and their spouses and almost twenty grandkids. This Thanksgiving, we rented a lodge for five nights.

Our group makes up not only a wide diversity of ages, but of world views: atheists, agnostics, Seventh-day Adventists, non-denominational members, Presbyterians and Catholics. With zealots among them--me being one! (And if you know anything about SDA prophecy, having a Catholic family member can make some interesting conversations and cause some theological misunderstandings.)

I have the highest opinion of my family. They are wonderful, brilliant, and devoted--and for the most part tolerant. This isn’t about my family but about the problems of family reunions. Reunions are difficult even among the best of us. And though most of those attending will not relate to my observations, it is because, being the oldest sister of the siblings, I was privileged to listen to many private hurts and complaints that others were not aware of. 

Having their memory so fresh, I thought I would jot down some easily and not so easily avoided pitfalls not only for those of you who might find it beneficial but for me personally to review before the next family reunion. (I tend to mentally edit out all but the most fun parts. So I need to get it down on cyber-paper now before anything I need to work on and pray about disappears from my radar.)

One quick note: This is advice for Christian family reunions--those who have a vibrant relationship with Christ and that is most of my family. If you aren’t a Christian, then I don’t expect we will have the same world view and the same values. No criticism, just making clear who I am writing for. I respect atheists and agnostics. 

10. People need to state their expectations before the reunion.

We stayed late Sunday to clean up the lodge after everyone left, (accidentally missing mass! Note to self-- go to confession). From the moment the last family members drove off I sobbed. I sobbed intermittently from Branson, MO all the way to the miraculous placement of the chapel of the Monastery of the Immaculate Conception in Ferdinand, Indiana where we took a stop and prayed. 

For a distraction from my intermittent sobbing, my husband and I played a game as to how to title this latest family reunion. My immediate reaction was, “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” for most of the reunion I wanted to know where my family was! These people didn’t seem to be the people I remembered. Other titles were from several episodes from the Twilight Zone, including “the Monsters are due on Maple Street.” My expectations had not been met. I didn’t relate to the people I was seeing or hearing.

I just assumed because my family are conservatives and we are devastated by the election we would all commiserate together. This would be a reunion of wailing and crying for the fall of our country and banding together with hugs and encouragement. 

Add to this that my husband and I are in the process of moving out of the country and I have an overwhelming fear that I may not be able to afford coming to another family reunion and thus may not see certain family members for many years, if at all. I expected that I would be hysterically sobbing from the moment I laid eyes on my family to when I left. Other family members are also having personal crises, some quite serious. These stresses I thought would bond us in talking and grieving together.

Who would have thought I needed to actually state that expectation? It seemed the most obvious thing in the world. And yet I should have stated it because I was informed later that others were needing this to be a silly reunion free of stress. So expressing those expectations clearly would have helped. 

Which brings me to the next point.

9. Everyone should have realistic expectations.

We cannot expect magic. People who are silly and superficial are not going to turn into Peter Kreeft or Thomas Aquinas, just as people who love to talk religion and politics are going to suddenly turn into the Three Stooges. We need to love and respect our differences and rather than become frustrated at people for being themselves, create spaces for different needs--like fun rooms and serious rooms, so that no one need feel forced upon. 

We cannot force our expectations on others, but in a loving and respectful family, each need should be accommodated as much as possible.


8. The Funny Things Stress Can Do
People revert to childhood stereotypes at reunions. I could palpably feel the frustration of some who fought hard not to be seen in their childhood “label”. Successful adults want to be seen for who they are not who they were. We all need to be able to grow and change but when we encounter such an overwhelming childhood environment with people treating us as they did when we were kids, then we react like we did when we were children. Rather than get too upset, I think we should just laugh. 

Which brings me to my next point.

7. We need to Respect Each Other

First and foremost we as Christians are commanded to honor our parents. We live in wickedly terrible egalitarian times in which children have no respect for their parents. Whatever you did in the past that was disrespectful to parents, stop doing it. Start anew and watch what respecting your parents will do for your own children when they see you. This is a most evil age in this regard. Love had grown cold. And as a Christian we must honor our parents. 

NO teasing. period. Parents cannot tease their children and children cannot tease their parents. It doesn’t work, nor did God intend this to happen. It teaches disrespect and gives incredibly hurt feeling no matter how people try to seem nonchalant or brave. 

If one must tease, tease someone on your own authority level. Siblings can tease each other, but that’s the extent. And teasing gets old and creates stress--not matter who gives and gets it. One person starts the ball rolling with critical teasing and it just spreads like a plague and what was a fun time is ruined by hurt feelings.

Some people think we should just tough out teasing, but in a family reunion with so many people you haven’t seen in a long time, uplifting words are so much more important. Family reunions should be encouraging times and not times when people have to steel themselves for the onslaught of teasing.

6. Subtile Judgmentalism Isn’t Healthy

I don’t think most people are aware that they do this. They speak harsh judgements in candy-coated words and think somehow the person is too stupid to understand the insult. It makes it impossible to be honest and say the comment was hurtful because the victim of judgement will be accused of misunderstanding or being too sensitive. 

For example, someone says to a person who struggles with their weight at breakfast when donuts are served, “You’ve always been such a connoisseur of pastries!” or “We always appreciate your plumpness!”

And when it comes to differences in politics and religion the judgmentalism can be in mocking expressions or laughs. Again this returns us to the need for respect as well as a good dose of humility.


5. We are Christians, We need To Trust Each Other

When someone would make a statement such as, “John is a great golfer” I repeatedly heard responses (both to tease and in seriousness) such as, “I don’t believe that” or “that’s just plain silly” (or worse).

In a large family reunion of thirty, if you say even one thing negative or mistrusting to each person, everyone will feel humiliated thirty times during the course of a few days. How much better to save criticisms, teasing and distrust for other times and say things that show appreciation so that each person could hear a flood of thirty positive things each family reunion.

And as Christians, we need to trust people are telling us the truth--even if you think what they said was wrong. Trust first and then verify later in private. Because our family is of such diverse theological differences, we can have some heated discussions and great misunderstandings. Don’t let that keep you from trusting each other. 

4. Reunions are desserts, not the main course of family relationships. 

It is especially hard to intimately connect with family members you haven’t seen for many months. Keep in frequent contact between reunions.
3. Forgive

This is the key for Christians. People under stress act out of control. By in large people mean well. As irritating and infantile and out of control they act, Christians really are trying. Forgive, for you will also need that forgiveness sometime in the course of the family reunion. Whether you meant to or not your words or acts WILL hurt someone, so readily forgive as you would like to be forgiven. 

And when passions or emotions flair remember there is a REASON and emotion isn’t the worst thing in the world. Stress happens. God has placed each of us, like gemstones in a rock tumbler in order to knock us about to bring out our beauty and shine us to perfection. Don’t run from stress, learn to deal with it.

And for those who drink, I think a piece of good advice is, begin each day of your reunion with worship and end each with a shared dinner with a glass of wine. For those who don’t drink... well, there’s always a Valium and a Prilosec!


2. Patience

St. Paul wrote to the church at Corinth that patience is the first definition of love. People do not feel loved if you are not patient with them. Don’t interrupt. Be a patient listener. Our family is verbal. Genetically programmed for weakness in lip discipline. While we excel in other types of patience, really listening without interrupting the speaker would be a miracle of love in our family for each other.

Listen or watch other people’s passions with patience. Don’t allow stubbornness, selfishness or pride to demean other people’s interests. All should be in some way placed in the mix of activities. If say, politics or religion or sports or ranching are among member’s passions... have enough patience to engage in or watch someone if they ask you to. 


1. Family Worship

If I could identify one thing that is essential to all Christian family reunions is that you should have family worship every day. It doesn’t have to be long, but it is absolutely vital to frequently remind everyone just what is the most important reason we are together. 

Even if doctrinal differences are there, worship should focus on what you do have in common. It will help build unity and trust. It will foster forgiveness and patience. Sing a hymn, read scripture. 

If someone must proselytize, do it at another time. I know exactly how it feels to deeply worry about someone’s soul, so I can sympathize. If a family member believes they must correct another Christian’s theology for the sake of their eternal souls, realize it is going to happen and allow time in private for it. Just don’t proselytize in family worships or people won’t come.

I hope if my family reads this they will not take it as a criticism. It certainly isn’t. I am more preaching to myself than anyone. My family members are kind and loving. And the hurt feelings that were shared with me, I am sure will be easily forgiven and forgotten.

St. Paul tells Christians that we must strive to be unified and one in heart and mind. Saying that and doing it are wildly different things and one can only achieve any kind of holiness by struggling against the flesh within the grace abundantly poured out by Christ. I will be praying for that courage and grace that I might be even more holy and Christ-like the next time God gives me the great privilege of attending another family reunion.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

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