Wish I Could Disagree

This was in a letter to the editor in yesterday’s Waco Tribune-Herald by Shelby Lynn Muhl:I’m acquainted with many self-described Christians, including a number of fatuous “born-agains.” Only one actually tries to follow the instructions of Jesus and avoids judging others.

I have to think the ratio is higher than Ms. Muhl alleges, I have to admit she has a point. She goes on to point out that “The rest are deeply addicted to Mammon. One couple I know actually prays for money and entreats friends to second the motion. They also openly mock the poor.”

She’s right! Oh, sure, she paints with a very broad brush, but do we as followers of Jesus have any reply but to admit that her allegations are all too true – that we who claim the name of Jesus have a long, deep history of not representing him very well?

What can we do to change the perception?

  1. Those of us who are appalled at this representation of Christians have to come clean. We must refuse to hide our claims to Jesus to avoid being lumping in with “all those hypocrites.:
  2. We can invite those who are fond of pointing out the hypocrisy of Christians to watch us, come along side us, and look with us at how Jesus calls us to live.
  3. We can ask the Holy Spirit for the strength and courage to live like Jesus.

What else can we do?

Bagged!

Rachel gave me, and 6 or 7 other people, Chico Bags for Christmas.  Here’s what the tag on the bag says:

ChicoBags can save the average American 300 to 700 plastic shopping bags per year, which will save 3 to 7 gallons of crude oil.  A population of 100,000 people can save up to 14,000 barrels of oil per year using reusable bags.

You don’t have to use Chico Bags.  More and more places sell their own similar bags.   How about joining us for 2008 by usign as few plastic shopping bags as possible.

Images of “Friendly”

Last Tuesday we went through Alamogordo, New Mexico.  I like to call the town “Fat Alamo,” proving my Spanish proficiency, but Rachel says that’s not exactly right.  We met my brother Richard and his family there for lunch at Blake’s Lotaburger.  Afterwards we went to White Sands National Monument.

The National Monument is about 15 miles southwest of Alamogordo on Highway 70.  As we left the city limits we saw a full color billboard with Alamogordo’s tag line – “The Friendliest place on Earth!”  There was, of course, an ethnically diverse collection of smiling faces proving the truth fo the statement.

In case smile faces of various racial backgrounds doesn’t prove Alamogordo friendly, there were also the images of a couple of fighter jets on the sign. 

Nothing says “friendliest place on earth” like a screaming F-16!

Did I really hear that?

This weekend, I drew my first wedding duty since I came to MCH.  Last night I was in the media  booth at the back, minding my own business but “being available.”  I heard some people come in, and caught snippets of a conversation.

Apparently one of them is rather tall, because another man greeted him with, “You’re very tall… how tall are you?” 

“Six-five” was the answer.  The conversation went in the obvious direction, and soon the tall man was asked if he played basketball.  He enjoys it, but is not very good, he said. 

As the conversation looked for where to go next, I heard the other man say, “That’s too bad.  What a waste.”

What kind of audacity would bring someone to describe a tall person who doesn’t use his or her height to play basketball “a waste”?  Has our society and it’s penchant for professional sports entertainment so short-circuited us to think that tall people are made for basketball?  Big guys, then, must be made for football.  Is it too much of a leap to presume shapely women are made for the Swimsuit Edition?

What a waste?  What a waste of a mind and a mouth that brings such a comment to a young man who was simply here to share the joy of a friend’s wedding!

I hope the young, tall man enjoys himself this weekend. I suppose it would be a waste to be in a wedding and not enjoy oneself.