Little Bro,
Thursday, March 10, 2022
You're Married!
Monday, August 31, 2020
Stories from After Redemption.
Story 1
I was so mad. It was Friday night, which meant I was washing my wife's feet, like I always do. She did not tell me about the cut on her foot. So I had to put the water away, find the nu-skin, apply it, wait for it dry and then get back washing her feet, from the top, all. over. again. I was heated. "I need to know these things!" I almost shouted. "I keep telling God to hear my prayers, because I am taking care of you like I promised. All the while, I look like a fool. My wife is cut, and bleeding and I am doing nothing." I took a deep breath and calmed a little that night. I know I was starting to get down into the toes when I said, "I have kids to pray for, friends to cover, parents to lift up. They matter so much to me. If you have a bump, bruise, scratch, sting, tell me. I need to know. I might not always make you happy, but at least let my fulfill my words to Him."
She was so mad.
Story 2
I am driving 60 mph to night. It is just over the speed limit and faster than I normally do. I need to get there soon. I stay just over the speed limit the entire way, 60 in a 55, 37 in a 35, and 28 in a 25, before I slow down to 16 in a 15 to get to his house. He is my discipler and he considers it a sin to another human being to be late. I don't mind that. Whenever I am late, he always forgives me. I don't mind that either. But when I am late, he forgives me, gives me a hug, with his hand cupping my ear. He does not cup it hard, or slap his hand against it, I just hate it when people touch my ear. I love him dearly, he has seen me through my darkest depression, my most addicted months, and the weeks where my faith has been hanging like a thread.
Still, there will be no ear cupping tonight.
Story 3
My back hurts. My father decided to pray for me one more time, before I was got in the car. College is only 3 hours away. We have visited there so many times for so many other reasons. It was part of the reason I chose to go there, I home away from home. I had just finished packing up the car. My back was fine ten minutes. I knelt down in our small kitchen, and my dad placed his hand on my shoulder. My grand father's hand joined his. He was still tall and proud, late fifties with more white then gray. He was there to see me off, you know, follow in the tradition. My great-grandfather hand joined his. He was in his 70's. He had to reach round his walker to get to me. He had taken a bullet to his leg way back in Obama's Iraq. He was almost always doubling over with laughter at his horrible dad jokes. I admit they weren't always that bad. My back was still good. I was beginning to feel the weight of so many generations. Collectively, their hands felt like I was carrying a couch without using my hands. I was beginning to roll my shoulders forward when my great-great-grandfathers trembling hand finally reached me. It felt like he put all his weight on me. He was an 80's baby, who talked about things nobody knew. He talked to himself often, and often said suprising phrases in mid-conversation. Unless he was talking with God. In those moments, he spoke in pure poetry, metres, foots, stanzas and all. Thankfully, my Dad had already to started to pray, and in terms of word-count, I quietly caught up to him. "Dear Lord may he hurry up!" I said over and over again.
"Lord, my back hurts!"
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
Jesus, the true Amadioha.
Amadioha and his representative could not cut away sin. They could not fulfill the judgment due, they could make offerings. They could not change the judgements made against a man or a woman. Jesus did. Jesus died on the cross making full payment for all of creation. He cut away sin from himself completely and permanently. He offers his permanent solution to everyone person who would be free from the punishment due sin and sinners. Especially to everyone who wants to escape the consequence due to how people who are connected to them will suffer, Jesus offers freedom, hope, healing, in the sacrifice of his eternal life on the cross for all the sin in creation. In himself, he cut away sin as the beginning of cutting away sin from the entire world. Every moment he cuts away a little more, bringing everyone who is willing from death to life a little more each day. No other god even claims to do that. He truly is the man of the people, be one of his people starting today.
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Offering Discipleship
Thursday, August 16, 2018
If no body...
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Giving: Short theology for a friend.
"And did she know that it was I who gave her the grain, the wine, and the oil, and how lavished on her silver and gold, which they used Baal? Therefore I will take back my grain inits time, and wine in its season, and I will take away my wool and my flax which were to cover her nakedness."
Takor,
First, I confess my deep curiosity of what it means to be a Christian when it comes to money. I have almost visceral reactions to friends and family quantifying their actions by money, and I think less of myself when I do it. Also, with recent looks at Christ and work by Amy Sherman and others, I am curious seeing how God has been relating to our concept of money. I confess that I ended up on this subject, because I struggle with tithing, I needed a word on it I guess.
On to it.
In those two verses, God is in the midst of promising to punish Judah for its sins. Here God is especially angry at their physical worship of other gods because those gods require things, that God gave his beloved people, as payment for their services. It as if they story of the gift of the Maji ends the wife using her hair brushes to buy and sleep with a male prostitute on Christmas day while her (watchless) husband watches in sorrow and pain.
Takor every time you hear a pastor quote "Will a man rob God? Yet you are robbing me. But you say, 'How have we robbed you? In your tithes and contributions." Micah 3:8, you are hearing the middle of the love story. This story of God redeeming his sickly and dying creation is the story in the midst of which tithes and offering occur. The story always begins with God approaching us in walking through the garden, in a burning bush, in a cloud of smoke in the temple, in the person of Christ, and in the coming Christ. The story always ends in the presence of God.
As you watch the tithes and offering, know that you will never know the whole of what a person gives to God. God requires in return for His love and gifts is steadfast love & knowledge of God (Hosea 6:6), to do justice, love mercy, walk humbly with your God (Micah 6:8). This is what God requires of us.
Tithes and offering fall under a subset of God's desire for justice. This subset is specifically the justice of taking care of those whose labor is to preach the gospel. In Matthew 10:10, Jesus says "for the laborer deserves his food." In context he speaks of those, in 10:7, who go proclaiming, "the kingdom of heaven is at hand." They are to be fed according to their doing that labor. They have a right to that.
Paul sums up that particular cry for justice in 1 Corinthians 9. If one should not muzzle an ox as it works on grain, so one should not make a pastor go hungry who has broken open God's word for God's people. Make no mistake, the offering plate is for the pastor's pocket. If he has labored to proclaim the good news, we as Christians are to feed him accordingly, it is his/her right to receive that.
God requires broken and contrite hearts (Psalm 51:17), steadfast love and knowledge of God (Hosea 6), and to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God. (Micah 3). All of those things will never quite make into accountants ledger. A subset of that justice is to care for those who labor to proclaim that the kingdom of God is at hand. We are indebted to his or her needs.
It gives me a little more comfort to know why I might dance to the offering plate on any given Sunday. It gives me great comfort to know what God requires of me. I hope it encourages as you might be called to be a steward over dismal numbers at times. Those numbers were never meant to be a mark of our faith or our faithfulness. They can be proof that we are willing to do justice to the vulnerable in our community.
Amara Chima
Monday, July 25, 2016
Valentine's Day
Sometimes it is.
On many a Valentine's Day, I find myself unwilling to believe in God. I assent to the truth of him, but the faith that makes a lane to a cliff-lip, I just don't have.
Something I wish for.
Just the same.