Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Who Are You? Really.


My freshmen year at Bible college was a real eye opener. This was the fall of 1977. I had been a Christian since I was - well, from birth actually, I was “raised in the Church.” But I was baptized in April of 1969. So from that point, I was eight years a confessing, baptized Christian. And yet Bible college was another world of thought.


Old Testament History and New Testament Church were the two biggest eye openers that fall. 

In New Testament Church, Professor Knofel Staton asked a classroom of young, freshmen know-it-alls, “Who is the Church?”


That one, like his question on suicide, was simple: we were. I mean the confessed, baptized members of Stone-Campbell Movement, aka the Restoration Movement, aka the Churches of Christ, the Christian Churches/Churches of Christ and the Disciples of Christ.


“Ah!” says the wily Professor Staton, “what about all the rest of the people?”


This question was perplexing: Unsettling. Uh? The rest of what people?


“You know! The Baptists, the Charismatics, the Lutherans, the Methodists, the Presbyterians…”(cue the DUN-DUN-DA music) “the Catholics.”


Oh. Ah. Well…


To avoid further embarrassment, Brother Staton went to the blackboard and started drawing vertical lines.


He was drawing vertical lines on the chalkboard. When he had eight or ten lines drawn he stopped and started labeling each line with the name of a denomination or sect. Having laid out a goodly part of deluded people who thought (hehe) they were Christians on the chalkboard he smiled and asked again, “Who is the Church?”


Confused, distraught silence. I, for one, knew this was a trap. Everyone couldn’t possibly be right. On the other hand, if you included the Lutherans as “Christian” but excluded the Calvinist sects, the follow up question was going to be: “Interesting, Mr. Zielsdorf. Why?” And that was a question I was quite unprepared to answer. “Just because,” was not going to cut it though it may have been comic relief.


So draw some lines on a piece of paper. Be reasonably neat, you’ll want to put this up on the fridge as a constant reminder to yourself. And, instead of vertical lines, horizontal lines works as well.


Now, label each line with the name of a denomination or sect that you are aware of - likely non-denominational, Baptist and Methodist will be the ones that come quickest to mind. But you may live near Presbyterians, Episcopalians, Anglicans and Catholics.. Anyway, you should get the general idea. Label away.


Now, having drawn and labeled, start anywhere on one edge of your lines and just draw a wavy line; just let your pen or pencil draw a gentle ambling line through all the lines.  


Pens down.


That ambling line represents true disciples (as in the Oriental meaning of disciple - one who follows a teacher’s teaching and helps spread that teacher’s teaching). Regardless of what a sectarian person may say or do with regards to their denominational beliefs, whether they know it or not, they are following in Jesus’ footsteps. These people, regardless of their identifying “handle,” represent the real Church.


Well, okay. Easy enough. But what about the rest of the people on any given line of your little visual aid? What are they? Well, I’ll tell you. MY POINT OF VIEW SOLELY, but try it out and see how it feels.


Within any given congregation I propose there are the following:


Looky-loos Someone who maybe has been attending the congregation for a long time but just can’t “pull the trigger” and confess Christ as the Son of God and their Lord and Savior. But for reasons clearly a mystery to me, they get up, get out of bed and “come to church.” They sing, they generally will bow their heads, probably even close their eyes at prayer time, maybe put a buck or two in the offering but they are not Christians. As the adage goes, just because you stand in a garage, don’t make you a car.


Newborn Christians Whether you are in a congregation that is “faith only” - that is you confess Christ, repent, invite Him into your heart - or one where in addition to the confessing and repenting you get wet, as in baptized. A person who has done that is a Newborn and just like newborn babies they require intensive care and guidance - without it they will “fail to thrive” and most likely die.


Spiritually Developmentally Disabled Christians Way back in the late 70’s/early 80’s a pentecostal minister confessing his shock that his congregation didn’t know how to worship if prevented from saying “hallelujah” or “praise the Lord” during services for 30 days was less PC. He said he realized he had a congregation of retarded Christians. They had started in their spiritual growth but somewhere along the way they got waylaid. So these people knew all or most of the things they needed to fit into the congregation but they never knew the need to mature.


(American political activist Christians whom I want to express my ire at) Republi-Christians or just ritual Christians. The American Church in the early 70’s, through men like the late Rev. Jerry Falwell and the Rev. Pat Robertson, influenced in part by men like American theologian Francis Schaeffer, took a hard right turn in spirit and politics. Church, these men reasoned, had to be more than just “coming to church” and singing and praying and listening to a sermon, having potluck suppers, youth groups, summer softball leagues, and other religious stuff! It needs to be meaningful! It needs to represent Christian "morals" and it needs to be proactive! 

DUN-DUN-DA! It needs to be political!

The Church in America offered a vast number of people - a voting block to wield like a blunt instrument - who simply needed some political direction in their lives. They needed to be informed about their country. Actually, more than informed, they needed to be guided and who better to do than than the national preachers via religious media and the local pastors..


Falwell and Robertson ran with the “holocaust of aborted children” as their first big political issue. And big it was and big it is. If you are a “Christian” you are to vote for the candidate of your choice who meets the litmus test of being “pro-life.


Soon, other political litmus tests were added.


These “Christians” in American life are “upper lip” deep involved in idolatry and spiritual adultery to the point I doubt many of them can find the narrow road. So, to represent them placing base political power and "ethics" over God and holiness, to represent their true spiritual selves, I will call them Republi-Christians. The hyphen represents their split allegiance, their service to two masters; politics first and God second.


The other group - ritual Christians - whether American or anywhere else on the globe, are simply people who follow Christianity through ritualism. They go to church on certain days, they dress certain ways, style their hair certain ways, believe certain legalistic things about God - in short, they go through the motions of their denomination or sect and as long as they meet the minimum standards, they’re comfy with their spiritual life.


What all four groups have in common is time

Their religious devotion requires very little time “to do;” an hour or two on Sunday, maybe 20 minutes a day in prayer and devotion (too high?), maybe an hour in some small group setting during the week. Maybe volunteer to clean the building or mow the lawn or this and that. It requires almost no effort. And almost no personal sacrifice. Rather like worshipping an idol; it’s all ritual.


And they fit in very well with the parable of the sower, in Matthew 13.


As the sower sowed, some seed fell along the roadside and the birds ate it.


Other seeds fell on rocky ground without much soil. The seeds quickly sprouted but as they had no real roots when the sun came out, the seedlings were scorched and withered away.


Still other seed fell among thorns and the thorns grew up and choked the seedlings out.


Finally, the sower sowed in good earth and it produced a crop many times what was sown.


For those who are like the seed along the road or path, Jesus says these are the ones who hear the good news but the “evil one” comes along and snatches it from them; they never “get it.” Hence, the Looky-loos.


The seed on rocky ground - those who hear the message and receive it with joy but Jesus says when these people are hit with adversity or persecution because of the Word, they quickly go away. Newborns that have not been nurtured but left to their own devices. They fail to thrive and they eventually die. Perhaps some Spiritually Developmentally Disabled Christians too?


The seed among the thorns, Jesus says these are ones who hear the message and takes it to heart but the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth grow and choke the message. The seed is unfruitful, unproductive. The Republi-Christians and ritual Christians/some Spiritually Developmentally Disabled Christians.


The seed in the good earth? Jesus says those seeds produced an abundant crop - 30, 60. 100 times what was sown. Here is the disciple of Jesus.


It takes time to mold oneself into the image of their master. If it weren’t for the descent of the Holy Spirit on the Day of Pentecost, I doubt whether three years with Jesus was enough to equip them for their task ahead.


Conversely, being a Looky-loo, a Newborn, a Spiritually Developmentally Disabled Christian or a Republi-Christian/ritual Christian requires no real, legitimate struggle. For in addition to time, to travel the narrow road of discipleship is hard, intensely hard. And one can find themselves feeling like they’re swimming upstream, alone, in their pursuit of Jesus.


I want to be a disciple of Jesus. For so long I have passed through being that Newborn, being a Spiritually Developmentally Disabled Christian, for a brief time a Republi-Christian and for the longest time being just a ritual Christian.


We are all called to be disciples and to make disciples. We are called to a long, hard, narrow path in our faith in the Son of God. I think the starting point for such journey, for most of us, is just the constant encouraging reminder of the path we have willfully chosen; that there are other travellers, that we are not alone. Then, as Paul says in Hebrews, we are to provoke one another to Love and good works, encouraging each other daily.


Are there any fellow travellers out there on this path?


Until next time,


May the Peace of Christ be with You,
† Scott V.D.M. ev

Monday, March 30, 2015

Gang Aft Agley


So. Here it is Monday, 30 March anno domini Two thousand and fifteen. A week after I had decided and announced that I would post on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Clairy Browne & the Bangin Rackettes in the earbuds.


I may get this out as the Tuesday edition. If I’m lucky.Then again, you could be reading this come next Thursday. Or Friday.


The title of this post comes from Scotsman Robert Burns’ poem, To A Mouse. And it gave John Steinbeck the title of his book, Of Mice and Men.  

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 


The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!


Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The story goes that as Burns was ploughing his fields he plowed up a mouse nest. And in a fit of remorse or pity or both, one story goes, Burns’ wrote the poem as he held onto the plough looking down upon the wee beastie.


The modern translation of Burns’ poem (well, the last two verses) goes like this:


But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew, (Scots: Gang aft agley)
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Still you are blessed, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!


Sometime back in February, in the early morning hours - around 4’ish or so, I wrote a prayer to the Father in the back of my current journal. Kind of stream of consciousness schtick, or more appropriately, the Holy Spirit expressing Herself for my benefit.


I ask for another 24 years of life. And among many, many other things, asked that He take away two of my greatest personal worries: my car and my money. Well, damn it! The best laid schemes of mice and men, Gang aft agley!


Here I sit, in my light gray gym shorts, terrified to leave the house. The car started having transmission problems a month or more ago. Also it sounds as if a ball joint is going out. As if to further terrify me, the Check Engine light has now come on.


The cost to repair all this will (and here’s where my worry of money enters in) be the approximate cost of my remaining dental work - my complete lower extraction and insertion of a lower set of dentures. Replacing a front end on a front wheel car is not cheap. Neither are oral surgeon fees.


So do I take back my fears, my worries now that I have given them to GOD? Do I say to the Tetragrammaton, the dread, terrible ineffable name of GOD, Sorry but you’re not capable - of keeping your word, of giving me peace? Or, as you see in the movies, in Rick’s Cafe Americain in Vichy Casablanca do I put all my chips, all my fears and worries, on black 22 and let it ride?


It annoys me to no end that people - some “Christian,” some not - have the temerity to put limitations on the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent creator of the Universe. The only being in the Universe that has life, in and of itself.


“Christians,” especially Americans, have so many worries and fears today, caught as they are by the lie, believing that somehow the government is their responsibility, that they know better than the career diplomats who run America’s foreign policy.


That Scripture is just a handbook to fix problems, generally petty ones. It is not intimate. It is not the breath of GOD.


That “worship” is something done rather than something lived and consequently, our responsibilities for one another are not a big deal.


That Love is impossible; unattainable for us wretched creatures.


Who haven’t the first clue how terrorizing it is to fall into the hands of the living GOD.


Who...well, look in the mirror and see for yourselves.


I am, then, in truth, annoyed with myself, with my weak faith.


When I had a radio show one of my favorite passages to read was Hebrews 12:1-2:


Since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus the author and perfecter of Faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of GOD.


All of our sins, all of my sins are, so absolutely petty compared with what Jesus has endured for us. The sin(s) that so easily entangle us are exactly the sins we don’t think we commit. Worry, fear, and faithlessness to name but a few.


So, my chips are going on black 22 and babies, I am gonna let it ride! And no more worries, (at least for the next) hour or so. I would suggest you read the entirety of Hebrews Chapter 12 about discipline and suffering.


To live as Burn’s mouse, in the moment, in the present. Without worry of yesterday nor fear and guessing of tomorrow.


To trust the GOD, whom when Moses asked what he should call HIM to the Israelites, I’m guessing HE answered curtly, maybe a bit indignantly the Tetragrammaton, told Moses, “I AM THAT I AM”; so to trust a GOD so GREAT that HE has no name. At least none HE's willing to toss about willy nilly.


Somehow, some way, we must ignore the mistakes of our past, the worries of the present and the fears and uncertainties of the future. We must live as if HE is all and our Faith is in HIM - because it is in HIM.


Otherwise, our best laid schemes gang aft agley. .


Something to consider.


Until next time,


May the Peace of Christ be With You,
† Scott, V.D.M., ev  

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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

A Couple of Program Notes!


Beginning today, Tuesday, 24 March 2015 I am going to attempt to post a provocation every Tuesday and Thursday. In Dei manibus mea vita.

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Deeds, Not Words or Facta non verba


Recently on Facebook I came across a post, to wit: If you had to tell somebody about Jesus using only one word, what would that world be?


To me, the phrase in bold face (above) tells me that the intent of the question may be directed at some form of evangelism.


But the question is ambiguous.


Interpretation 1: IF you only could use one word to tell someone about Jesus (like before your last breath or just as the shimmer from the transporter beam is kicking in) what word would it be?


Interpretation 2: IF you HAD TO tell somebody about Jesus…I knew a nurse with a Bachelors of Science in Nursing who told me that her faith was quite private and she didn’t share it with anyone. She was only telling me she attended church and believed in Jesus because of the discussion we were having and that she liked me.


I’m going to go with Interpretation 2.


So.


Matthew 28:18-20 (AMP) makes the telling (as well as discipling, baptizing and teaching) everyone about Jesus mandatory for every practicing disciple of Christ and not just once but for as long as you shall live as a slave to God.


But back to the one word description bit: how bizarre.


Here are a smattering of answers from (I am certain) sincere, happy and enthusiastic Christians.


  • Magnificent
  • Amazing
  • Loving (verb or adverb)
  • Redeemer
  • Alive
  • Messiah
  • Compassion
  • Almighty
  • Life
  • Friend
  • Great
  • Everlasting
  • Love (noun)
  • Forgiving
  • Wonderful
  • Marvelous
  • Savior
  • Dependable
  • Healer
  • Grace
  • Merciful


There were two outliers:
  • Someone who could not play by the rules limiting them to one word only: Born of a virgin
  • AND, a professed person of Jewish faith, obviously annoyed by the excitement of Christians: Bastard


If someone were to start a button campaign or a bumper sticker campaign where one could purchase ,for a small fee, a button or bumper sticker that reads: Jesus is…(insert your word here) what effect do you suppose these items would have on nonbelievers if you wore them to work or the store or put them on the bumper of your car?


None, comes first to mind. But maybe that’s just my contrarian nature.


Suppose you have a bumper sticker that says Jesus is Love! 

Now suppose I am behind you in the line at the grocery checkout and you are an absolute jerk to the checker, making unreasonable demands to have prices checked, coupons that expired in 1977 be honored, etc. 

As I step up to the checker after you've banged on I smile and shake my head. “Sorry,” I might mumble. And the checker says, “Don’t worry, they're the worst customer we have. There’s always something wrong, someone’s always rude or some idiot should be fired immediately. They're something.”


I buy whatever I came in for and leave. I come up on the back of your car and there’s that bumper sticker, Jesus is Love! and I think what in the wide, wide world of sports is going on?! 

You're still at it: berating the teenager who helped you out with your groceries and who is now putting them in the back seat of the car for you! Jesus certainly is Love. Are you or maybe you just got the wrong car?


I knew of a beloved pastor on Kansas City’s East Side. He was a self admitted violator of speed laws, a great violator as I recall. He was asked why he didn’t have a “Pastor” window sticker on his back window or on his bumper. His unhesitating reply, “Because I don’t drive like a Christian.”


Well, ok, but what is wrong with telling someone about Jesus with one word?


Nothing per se. BUT.


If you are trying to tell someone about Jesus who does not know Jesus except through the filter of modern culture, e.g.,


of modern politics,


cable TV and the bumper crop of grifters and charlatans using the name of Christ to get rich,


the modern portrayal in TV shows and movies (usually either ultra liberal and therefore ultra cool but who don’t believe in the God they represent or ultra conservative and therefore ultra hypocritical and hateful),


books and magazines, etc.,


then your ONE WORD lacks any sort of meaningful context, especially among people who, regardless of their socio-economic status, LIKELY DON’T have a handle on what most of the answers to the question mean in the context of one’s faith.


I mean:


Professional wrestlers are “magnificent.”


Professional spiritual and paranormal skeptic, The Amazing Randi is “amazing.”


Ask any random person on the street what it means to be “loving” or what is “love.” I will wager you will get as many answers as the number of people you ask AND none of them will have explained Agape love which disciples of Christ are to have in them and practice.


“Redeemer?” Really? Excuse me, what? Uh, I know my old man used to clip and redeem bond coupons.


“Alive” - well aren’t we all? - “alive”? We’re breathing, eating, procreating, making sewage and are above the ground.


“Messiah.” I’ll take Highly Specialized Words for $100. The Answer is: “Messiah” Alex, what is: something or someone Jewish?


“Compassion,” isn’t that some sort of save the children kinda commercial that they run on TV late at night?


“Healer,” oh, you mean Jesus is like one of those con men on TV who con people out of their money for healing them but they aren’t really healed?


“Forgiving,” I haven’t done anything wrong so why do I need to be forgiven?


“Grace,” Jesus has a feminine side OR he dances ballet and His movements are graceful?


I could go all through the list of responses but I think you get my drift: ABSENT ANY CONTEXT ABOUT YOUR LIFE, to a person in need of Christ, your one word description, as ecstatic and warm and fuzzy as it makes you feel is WORTHLESS.


So where does this leave us?


Well, something that St. Francis of Assisi didn’t say but is nonetheless true: Preach the Gospel always. When necessary use words.


St. Francis did say:


“...love one another, as the Lord says: ‘This is my commandment that you love one another, as I have loved you.’ And let them show their love by the works they do for each other, according as the Apostle says (John - I John 3:15-24 (AMP)): “let us not love in word or tongue, but in deed and in truth.”




So, as I struggle to love and do good deeds (Hebrews 10:24 (AMP)) and as the Father leads me to preach to His Kingdom, it bothers me, rather GREATLY, that it seems there are so many “Christians” who are not disciples. That these “Christians” live by words, songs and rituals but NOT in deed; by simple ritual which neither taxes their consciences nor inconveniences them nor does it require their attention to Scripture.


I try to strive to be as I should - a disciple, having been buried in the waters of baptism to arise in Christ in newness of life; a new creation, a participant NOW in the Divine nature, an Ambassador (Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary) to humanity.


And sometimes it feels as if I strive alone.


To live as a disciple means (at least to me) a 24X7 state of mind; a repentance so thorough that I can say with a clear conscience that I am an Ambassador of the great I AM; of the NAME; of the Tetragrammaton - the true, dread, terrible, ineffable name of GOD.


That through Christ I AM reconciled me/us to HIMSELF so that I/we now have the ministry of reconciliation - the NAME making HIS appeal to man directly through us!


That I am no longer of this world; that I no longer look upon or consider things from a human perspective. (II Corinthians 5:14-21 (AMP))


It’s a 24x7x365 job, discipleship to Christ, isn’t it?


I’ve failed at it for the past 45 years, blissfully ignorant. And still most days. April 18 I will be 46 years in the Kingdom and I have to type that date and number of years with shame. I have almost nothing to show for those 46 years except that perhaps I have planted seeds that others have nurtured.


Or can I really fulfill the terms of discipleship to Christ with an hour or two of Sunday service, maybe 45 minutes of “Sunday school” and then, maybe, 15 or 20 minutes a day of devotional and prayer time?


Ask yourself if you can change your thoughts and therefore your actions with just the little time spent on ritual each week. Or, if through diligent prayer, meditation and practice you start to get it “right” and then one day you awake to find that it is your nature to love. (You are someone different! No longer a caterpillar or a chrysalis but a magnificent butterfly!)


The Holy Spirit through James says: someone will say ‘You have faith; I have deeds. Show me your faith without deeds and I will show you my faith by my deeds.’ You say you believe in God - well Good! So do the demons and they tremble in fear! (James 2:18-19)


Here’s the whole section of James 2:12-20 (AMP) dealing with faith and deeds.


Two morals to this provocation:


  1. Without some context, some reference point for those you seek to bring to Jesus, to  compare perceptions of states of being, words mean zip.

    Show someone your life by being different from them, because of Christ, and you won’t have to force yourself upon them but Christ in you will draw them to you! Why are you so different? Why do have a sense of peace that others don’t have? Why do you care about people who hate you? As St. Francis didn’t say: Preach the Gospel always (by the way you live - moment to moment); when necessary use words.


  1. I am...frustrated. As I look at the requirements of Love and of reproducing the Fruit of the Spirit. Discipleship will be the struggle for the rest of my life.  I do not foresee a time when I can sit back and say, “Ok, phew, I made it!”

    I see discipleship as an ongoing struggle and ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE, NOT ATTAINABLE through the simple ritualism that has developed and is PERVASIVE, like a metastasized cancer, in the Church today.


Are you a ritual Christian or are you a struggling disciple of Christ? Deeds not words, my brothers and sisters.


Well, until next time,


May the Peace of Christ Be With You,
† Scott, V.D.M., ev