Drilling For Wine in National Parks

Jed, “there is wine in these mountains!”

Presently most of us drink wine with a nice dinner. Others sip it at celebrations. And some guzzle it as if it were the center of their happiness. The proponents of wine drinking say it has numerous health benefits, at least that’s what they say after a seemingly endless day at work. Frankly, many of us just covet wine, and we buy oversized wine glasses to express our love for it!

But what if wine was a non-renewable national resource? What if it was recently discovered deep underground in some famous national park. Would it be worth recovering? I can hear the satirical responses, “Not it it tasted like Boonsfarm or Two Buck Chuck!” I get that! But what if it tasted better than a perfectly chilled bottle of Blanc 1947 St-Emilion right out of the ground? The whole idea makes way for a Hollywood drama. Greed and Envy could play the antagonists, while Self Righteousness and Fundraising the super hero’s. And what about the connoisseur’s and aficinado’s? What roles could they play?

My Favorite

I speculate to have fun, but also because the subject of drilling for oil in a National Park came up in a friend’s post. I explained my opinion this way.

“I’m not one bit concerned about exploring for oil in national parks if there is a national need. But I agree wholeheartedly that we should not export our oil, or for that matter any necessary natural resource unless there is a humanitarian reason for doing so. Having an abundance should result in less exploration and lower prices, not exploitation and greed. My opinion is one in the minority, and will not be liked by either political persuasion. Both parties, in my opinion, model the sin of thoughtlessness. And avarice typically appropriates, without permission, what belongs to another. Of self interest we are all guilty.
I have now added my “layer” to the story, thanks for letting me do so!”

Then the idea of underground wine popped into my head. – No, I’ve not been drinking! I wanted to see if my “opinion” held water in this senerio, and I think it has. I would allow drilling for wine, so long as it could be enjoyed by American citizens. Our national treasures are important, and so are our national resources. Self interest has its role in society, and both oil and wine their place within limits. God gives us limits too, within His limits are the best of things. And they usually are meant for our comfort and pleasure; oil and wine.

Bitter Pill Pelosi

I just listened to Pelosi’s news conference and I’m feeling a little green. It does not matter that you know what she said (The Media will tell you). We already know that everything she says about President Trump is filled with bitterness, hate, and lies.

Let’s start with grudges. A grudge is “a persistent feeling of ill will or resentment resulting from a past insult or injury.” I know people who carry grudges, holding them never pays off, but what Nancy Pelosi has in her mind is more than a grudge. She has expressed intent to punish the President on the scale of a public hanging or burning at the stake. She said so in so many words today. Almost in the same breath, she said again today that she prays for the President. What Pelosi does not understand about prayer is that it impossible for her to prayers to be heard by God with such hate and evil intent in her words, actions, and soul. Prayers do not work folks when we conspire to do immoral, illegal, or harmful things againt others. David in the bible said, “If I had cherished iniquity in my heart, the Lord would not have listened.” Psalm 66:18

In fact our prayers often backfire! Isn’t it obvious? Pelosi hates the brash Donald Trump, and it is implied that she hates me because I like him. I think the guy has learned some lessons and he is a pretty decent guy deep down.

It does take the humble view that “we too are sinners” to forgive others. I think she also hates me because I voted for him. One of her followers flipped me off for wearing my MAGA hat. It takes a lot of hate to hate a hat. This self righteous lady needs God’s love and forgiveness. I’m being kind by calling her a lady, but we can pray for her. God has his way of humbling people. All our leaders need our prayers!

It irked me today, and I turned green just after Pelosi called herself “dignified and gracious!” She also called her actions “justified” when she ripped up Trumps speech. I think Nancy Pelosi is visious and mean as hell! She has exposed herself, she is the party’s pole dancer; she will do anything to the win power, to overturn the election, to control our lives and to destroy our values. But this is more than a political battle, it is a spiritual battle.

We need to remember politics is her game, not ours. We need to be kind to others. We also need to be firm in our beliefs. We need to understand the Enemy’s (Satan’s) game plan. He lies, he divides, he wants your emotions, your fears, even your political loyalty because loyalty to a party usually requires God to be second or third. So what can we do? Vote of course! But we also need to put on “the whole armor of God.” Read about it in the bible, the last chapter in the book of Ephesians.

Our nation is at risk from evil leaders like Pelosi (It had not always been so). Today’s political leaders infect attitudes, morals, and Christian values. She, and leaders like her, are like disease causing organisms. They host the “Stone Cold Crazy” pathogen that divides good people and destroys relationships. She currently leads the elite, highly educated party of division. They support baby killing, open boarders, protecting criminals, racism, homosexuality, bisexuality, transgenderism, drug legalization, and freedom “from” religion. She lies when says her party is the party of “working folks.” It is in the rich, high tax, crime ridden, corporation infested, failing big cities where they farm the majority of their sheep. I think “regular folks” live elsewhere.

I live in Montana. I’m feeling better now!

It will take more than a kiss to change Nancy into a princess, so pray. God has done greater miracles, He saved me!

P.S. To my liberal friends and neighbors, I hold no ill will toward you, in fact I think you are wonderful. I believe this is not so much about you and me. It is a bigger “spiritual battle!” You have been kind to me and I understand you do not hold all the beliefs, qualities, and characteristics of Nancy Pelosi – nor I of Donald Trump; Thank God!

The Sweet Spot

I’m 63 years old, married to a lovely woman and we have a very kind son who makes us happy and proud.  We are both retired and fairly well off financially, We live where the air is fresh and the views are stunning, and we have a beautiful home. Our faith is strong. Our neighbors good. Even our dog is in her groove. She is almost eleven years old and she can practically speak the human language. She loves us and she certainly understands what we say to her. 

We can say definitively, we are blessed. But it has not appeared always so in the past. We have had trying times, struggles, and  losses of loved ones. We have been almost flat broke, our families life a mess, and business pretty much sucked at times. And if you include my pre-married life you could add debt, foolishness, arrogance, stupidity, and a deeply sinful existence. But this story is not about the bad stuff, nor a story of redemption or success.  It is simply about a point in time, a specific period in my life where I don’t believe it can get any better. The past had its say, it is the present I am writing about; it’s fashionable to be up to date!

I woke up this morning (when I wanted to) and as I lay in bed I was thinking about that very hour in my life. This is the “Sweet Spot,’ I thought.

To see this clearly you must know, that the day before today, my mom was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. She is still there today, she is exhausted but doing much better thank you. She is in good hands, and I think she will be just fine, at least for another season – Lord willing. You may see now why I launched into the moment. People often do this when they think about the fragility of life. We all know things can change in a heartbeat. For those of us older folks, we have experienced the heartbreak, the fear, and the tragedy in a jumbled second in time. But this time the tragic event did not happen, it was only a bitter warning, a sort of advance notice that sorrowful days, calamities, disastrous conclusions, and tragic dramas are yet ahead. 

In the dawn of the next day (today), and after knowing my mom was ok, my first impulse was to think about where I was in this moment. I awoke to the realization that this was sort of an axis point for me. On one side of the teeter totter the struggles of a growing faith, raising a child,  a lifetime of frugality, and responsibilities working and dealing with humanity, on the other, our future; the ailments of a deteriorating body, the pain of loss, and that damned convalescent home. Then there are those fears like plagues, earthquakes, persecutions, and broken hips and cancer. But today, this day, life was in perfect balance, and I had never thought so in the past. 

There are no present struggles, few worries, only the brief blemish of fear and misery thinking my mom was ill. We have no huge material aspirations or desires unachievable. We can go practically anywhere, do almost anything, and eat great food. Eating good food is a special blessing for us at this age! We have great friends, our son is doing well, our mom’s have been well, yet they are becoming old faster than we wish. We are blessed they are still here for us and us for them. Our love for God, our prayer life, our knowledge and faith is strong. We are healthy, and medicare is just around the corner, yea!  And Jackie and I are more in love than ever. We have all sorts of plans. 

If I’m forced to look back on the photos taken over the past year in retirement I realize how much fun we have had, how much we have done, it’s ridiculous!. Today, I talked to mom, went for a run, and my wife is making us a shrimp dinner. Tomorrow we get together with our community for snowshoe softball. In a week my wife gets to spend time with her mom and in a month we hit the road again in our van. “My cup runneth over; surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. SWEET!

Psalms 23

A Psalm of David.

1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

To be God

I just finished reading a fantasy where I encountered magical creatures, unfamiliar wonders, epic battles, and revelations of transcendent truths. It opened a door into a world I have not traveled nor believed in till now. But more notably it made me think about God and what it would be like to be Him.

Perelandra

At once, in this new discovery, I struggled to step outside the frame of human perspective, but realized I could still imagine things. I’m not thinking about things possible, but the impossible, even more the divine. I know intellectually that things which appear to be accidental can be things designed, even matters like the distinction between a sunday drive and marriage can be linked. If we think hard the missing pieces can be imagined, the author helped me here. The author likewise showed me that is easier to see divine linkage in hindsight.

I have hurried to understand the images, the meaning, the processes of God’s plan for my present and future life. He has not made this too hard. His word, the orthodoxy of creeds, even the Holy Spirit are all here to guide me.

However, I do not here want to consider His revealed character. I shall rather imagine with effort what it means to be God in an imaginative sense. I do this not to transcend His will, because I cannot. I do it because I know whatever I can imagine He can do as long as it does not offend His character. I wish to explore things like “can He fly?” (Of course He can!). I ask, has he made worlds other than our own? Maybe! But could He? Of course, He’s God! Simple right? What about the angels? Are they transported into our lives by His command or do they just act on our behalf because they love Him; a sort of desire followed by duty.

When I read a good science fiction story I think , ” Wow, the author is so creative. His imaginations are so incredibly infeasible, except if he were God himself this could never happen.” I think, “but God can you make me fly? What is impossible for you?” Have you made a cave I follow to the center of the earth? Are the clouds bright yellow on Venus? Is the grass blue? Are there floating islands? Perhaps Lewis’s Perelandra is more than mental imagery? Could it have been a true noumenon, an imagined phenomenon revealed to only one man, authored in time, written as a fictional fantasy? What stops the Lord from giving to one person a gift that expresses an unknowable world? I think we call this Eden. Is Perelandra really a fantasy? What is Venus really like anyway? What stops you Lord from giving to me a recreative imagination? The ability to experience or think about the world or worlds from a different perspective, different from the perspective of everybody else or most everybody, and different from the perspectives that are practical and reasonable; what the world presents to us? Some call such thoughts the experiences or the wishes of a madman! The Apostle John should be called a “madman” today. And Christians madmen for believing the vision written in Revelations.

The whole idea that God is so much bigger than even a transcendent imagination blows my mind!

Think about art! What artist is greater than God? Can the painter create works equal to the real thing? Just imagine what real things are yet to be created by God? He is limitless! Can He run out of ideas? Ok, I’m impressed by many artists, certain artists. But when I think of God I can only thank Him for giving those artists the ability to imagine things outside the framework of my simple mind, and the skill to pull off the duty to express them. I have learned imagination is not a fools errand, it is a gift, but not a limitless one. All magnificence, all beauty, all renoun, all honor must then go to God; I can only be one through which He is honored. I can hardly imagine Him; I cannot be Him! It is much easier to believe in Him!


The Imperfect Donald J. Trump

There is an imaginary creature present in Christianity that has troubled me all my life! He is the ideological “perfect” bogeyman. The creature who crawls out from under my bed at night to scare me into ecumenical perfection, or at least that is his intent. But, sadly, this is not an imaginary creature. He is the Christian who insists I need to be free or as free as possible from all my flaws to be used of God! This so called “friend” is the one who says of my behavior, “you are not acting like a mature Christian” and focuses on my every fault, not on how far I have come. The spooky thing about this creature is that I too played the bogeyman as a young believer. I was not a mature Christian, but I was a zealot. I assulted every bad behavior in my friends and family as if they should be aspiring Archbishops. Thank God I no longer have these nightmares.

The bogeymen I find scary today are those who call themselves Christians and sleep with bogeymen. They are always happy (not to say Christian’s should be unhappy). You may know these I’m writing about. They have the same bubbly dispositions as Moody radio hosts or NPR broadcasters who in perfect monotone voice fake their superiority to entice us to accept cultural longings over scripture. These are the kind who seem to live in the perfect home, go to the perfect Church, and usually have a lot more money than you do! They are often the executives who end up as board members or wives of church elders because of their status in their communities not for their godliness. They are the kind who look down on your youth. They say your immoral words and indiscrete behavior tells them you are no good, you are not good enough to go to college or be President! I suspect they would even say you are not good enough to be a plumber in some cases! They confuse your position in life with one’s position in the church where “beyond reproach” matters much more. So what happens if you are just a jock, a landscaper, a middle manager or even an ambitious rich guy trying your best to do right by God? Are you disqualified from living or just in need of sanctifying redemption? In our cancel culture some Christians have been quick to judge and slow to question the accusations against you and President Trump. In my opinion the accusations are little more than subjective opinions, yet, whether these accusations have merit or not, they are being used to rid Christianity of sinners before the cross and the embarrassing Donald Trump from being President, all to protect God’s good name. How arrogant!

If you have not guessed this is my response to the irrational and biblically ignorant opinion piece in the recent Christianity Today article which calls for the impeachment and removal of President Trump!

Let’s face it, some Christian’s don’t trust people unlike themselves; unlike their tribe or the teachings of a particular church, parish, pastor or Pope. Distrust goes beyond politics!

The article, and those who agree with its premise, say, “Christian’s justify President Trump’s bad behavior to the unbelieving world by supporting him.” This mismatched truth holds true if Trump were aspiring to Church leadership or that Archbishop job, but I’ve (surprisingly) not heard him being accused of that! He is our duly elected President and if they did not know already, the grace and redemptive work of God works in imperfect people (I could say the same for Obama).

Regarding government, remember the blessings we derive from Christ are spiritual. The kingdom of God does not consist separately in the wishes of democrats or republicans. Neither does freedom in Christ exist in Christian’s and not civil government. In other words whether we live under the civil laws of God or secular man we still have freedom in Christ. Freedom to worship Him exists no matter who leads our country. Therefore it does not justify us to suppose that President Trump is a polluted human and we should have nothing to do with him. With little justification for impeachment other than an insane eagerness for hurt and revenge, both ignorant pagans and Christians persist with implacable obstanacy, even for the ruin of their false adversary! How Christian is this? They use and support judicial proceedings as a defence of their own perverse conduct. That’s impeachable!

As for me I have personally drawn and quartered the bogeyman under my bed by understanding God’s ways are higher than my ways, and the realization that even people as imperfect as myself and President Trump can be used of God! He has millions of people praying for him, I’m one of them! President Trump is the elected and duly “ordained guardian and vindicator of public innocence, modesty, honor, and tranquility. He, as president, gives aid and protection to the oppressed, he arms with power our military to curb manifest evil-doers and criminals, by whose misconduct the public tranquility is disturbed or harassed.” He feeds the poor with economic policies and restrains licentous behavior with judicial judgements. He avenges the afflictions of the pious at the command of God! All in obedience to the authority of God! This is the role of government, for all mankind for all leaders. If he, like others, is guilty of anything it is that presidents do more than what God asks of them. Chase the monsters away and look for the works of God! Praying for authorities over us is biblical.

So your question is this—which party, which coalition, which collection of leaders and influencers will uphold God’s design for government?” The answer is obvious! The imperfect Donald J. Trump!

Is Your Life Grim and Meaningless, soon to be Forgotten?

Who remembers this guy?

In terms of history none of what I say or do is very important. In fact, the mad majority of us will be forgotten. Although I write a lot, when I’m gone they won’t find much about my life archived or otherwise (I feign from assuming anybody would even try, in a worldly sense my life has been quite insignicant). My political views, even my industrious accomplishments will be lost in the trash bin of history like it or not! Did you know ours was the first company to build screen doors with scenes in the bottom panel? Obscurity has already begun, all my competitors do it now and nobody will remember or care that I did it first. God forbid I suspect even my blog and Facebook posts will dissapear without reparations.

Nothing! I will be nothing but a blurb in history! Haha, right! But so too is your fate! Your life, if lived famously, could be at best a Classic movie that nobody watches 50 years from now. But more likely a film short will be made by your child or grandchildren (on an app of course), self published and “posted;” only to be lost forever by changes in “terms and conditions” or technology! When the Coup De Grâce comes (the death blow) I should be very lucky in a century or two to have so much as a readable headstone – “Loving Husband, Good Father, and Friend.” And should they dig me up 500 years in the future at best they may speculate that I was little more than a post modern human, circa 21st century; I doubt my casket clothes or Ironman Watch will make it to a museum; I hope they suspect I died smiling. To the historian will my educational degree matter? Sadly, I can hardly find squat about my playing football at Wisconsin in the 1970’s, not even a team photo exists online. I bought a brick to be placed in front of the stadium with my name on it for a fundraiser, how long will that last? Till the next re-construction project fundraiser I suspect. Will your work on quantum computing, artificial intelligence, or advanced broom pushing matter when you are little more than a pile of lime dust? Even “important people” suffer such a fate. Catherine Howard, Henry the VIII’s 5th wife, was buried beneath an unmarked grave stone under the altar in the Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula. Upon examination they found only dust beneath her stone (probably a good thing, she was a beheaded queen).

Catherine burried under the altar. The rest of the “important people” get their grave markers walked on and worn out by tourists.

Face it, your secular future is pretty grim. If you think otherwise you have not visited a graveyard lately!

To be fairminded our lives today still matter. They matter to others; if only for a few generations. But listen up! Even if you are ok with dust in your future! Your unbelief does not negate the truth or purposes of God! There are both blessings and fearsome consequences beyond dust.

Still, with the above warning the popular cry is, “Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!” For people in these parts we say, “Eat, hunt, fish, hike, vote, thin trees, and build things, for soon enough you’ll need to move to town! There is very little talk about eternity at potlucks.

God created us for reasons blessed and purposeful. We are objects of God’s purpose, we are called to service. Some believe that all should be able to live their lives in the manner they want, regardless of what other may think of them. This is the secular “Live and Let Live” idiom! It is a lie! Actually, we likely have many gifts assigned to us by heaven itself. These are given us for our own good, the good of others, and all for the glory of God. If we look inward we may observe both talents and thorns sown deep in our souls. Hence, for reasons and directions not always clear, we have purpose! But there is more! Every day is a day for opportunity! If we have the gifts of the Spirit by faith in Jesus our allocation may include opportunities for worship, sharing, or personal growth. Think of the opportunities to show kindness and mercy. When we do these things we do them for God’s eternal glory (purpose). Maybe this day is meant for growth in patience? All our trials, duties, and blessing are meant for eternity, not the ruins of legend or fiction. Face it, our earthly legacy will someday be dust, but our spiritual destiny is eternal. Do you remember Empress Matilda? How about Musa Keita I, “Emperor” of Ancient Mali? It is somewhere between ignorance and omniscience we live; none should regard themselves too highly, history will forget you! But with God’s eternal vision both our lives and our futures are not grim or meaningless, nor will we be forgotten.

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.” … 

Eat Mo Beef!

Yep, I guess I’ll be eating more beef in the future! Of course I love your Chick Fil A spicy chicken sandwiches; except for the haters who bullied the company who doesn’t? But as of today I am expressing my displeasure with Chickens! Not the food of course, but the greedy, fearful, Chickens who gave in to the LGBTQ mob. In the bible, Phillipians, Paul thanks God and commends the elders and deacons of Phillipi for their “partnership in the gospel” and he prays that their love, knowledge, and discernment would abound so that they may “approve what is excellent.” This is still a good message today. What you Dan Cathy have forgotten (or have not learned) is that Paul’s imprisonment was for Christ’s sake; it was actually an encouragement to others. For when they saw Paul’s courage and boldness they too grew confident. “…most of the brothers, having become confident in the Lord by my imprisonment, are much more bold to speak the word without fear.” (Philippians 1:14, ESV)

I’m not saying the board of Chick Fil A should be imprisoned for supporting traditional marriage (although I’m sure some would love it). I’m saying when people or companies stand on biblical principles it matters to the rest of us. We are encouraged. We see by the hate of good things that our fight is righteous and the opposition embolden’s us to stand firm!

There will always be bullies, haters of God’s ways. But remember Christian’s are not to impose by force our values on others. (It is my understanding that the only wrong Chick Fil A did was to have an expressed value different than the haters.)

So I blame the company for fearing the bullies. I blame your board for schmoozing with idolatry and lust, all for financial gain. Yes, I’m dissapointed! This is more than the slow decay of biblical values that I am used to! You have capitulated! You have discouraged the weak and given them cause to fear! Your actions have emboldened the LGBTQ community to continue their campaign of squashing all discussion and dissent. Chick Fil A you are chickens! Paul would not have proudly written to you as he did to the Phillipians. You have given in to private equity, to worldly and evil forces, and you have denied good Christian organisations your philanthropic gifts. What’s next, going public and being open on Sunday’s?

Overdone LGBT Chicken

One day it will be impossible to criticize the fanatics of the LBGT community.

In fact, it is almost a cultural sin to do it today. The difference today vs the future is today we can only be spat on, lose our jobs, be banned from social media, or shamed on Twitter. Corporately the scheme is to harass employees, boycott, or create such a stir that the franchisee be denied a lease. So I suspect the day will come when all unbelievers will be prosecuted and jailed for dismissing this dogma and holding views that doubt them. Would-be Christians who hold biblical values and contend for traditional marriage and believe that natural sexual purity is good and right in the eyes of God, are the main targets of these radicals.

You do know I have friends in and supportive of the gay community whom I love and admire! That I have said God is working on all of us and sin is not exclusive to this community, in fact I believe, as one dear friend pointed out, too much social emphasis is put on this one issue. But inevitably just when I begin to become a mellow fellow on the subject, a sudden and irrational outbreak of the most stupid and nastiest fanatics of LGBT movement show their colors. Their intolerant zealotry is reminiscent of the dark age burning of witches and heretics emerges. It seems to bring them great joy to despise people who don’t subscribe to their behavior, their values. Sound familiar?

So what’s my beef? It has nothing to do with beef, it’s about the chicken! Chick-fill-A to be specific. The headling in a CNBC article read, “Chick-fil-A’s first UK location will close after pressure from LGBTQ rights group.” A British shopping center leasing the location said it will not extend the restaurant’s six-month lease because of pressure by a radical LGBT group, the BBC reported Friday. Fortunatly the company makes the best fast food chicken sandwiches on the planet and this incident will not stop them from delivering delicious sandwiches and “award winning” customer service to ALL who buy their food. But the message is clear, these radicals cannot tolerate different opinions on marriage. As you know the founder of the company, Dan Cathy, a long time ago made public comments opposing gay marriage, just as I am doing today!

I don’t own a business anymore and I’m not very influential, but if this blog goes viral, God forbid, I would expect to get a strong whiff of the fierce joy which comes from despising others. The tactics of these groups reminds me of the Age of Inquisitions.

I won’t try to argue here on the rightness or wrongness of one’s sexuality, I’ve done that in other writings. So don’t try to goad me into a fight about the causes or “rightness” of LGBT issues. I know from multiple experiences that supporters respond to reasonable doubt with fury and defamatory cries of “bigotry.”

You should rather look within. Thanks to the political and media class’s dim witted acceptance of shouted propaganda, and their rejection of reason, these LBGT radicals are continually damaging themselves and their acceptance by keeping the spotlight on their wacko tactics.

Whether you favor one side or the other, to reasonable folks, these sort of tactics do more harm than good. Pray tell us what is going on behind these self-satisfied, insensable expressions of hate? Seriously, it’s just Chicken and righteousness that I enjoy!

The best thinkers are not who you think!

I’m seldom surprised by the parroted thoughts of elite, highly educated people. They all seem to get their information from their peers or through mainstream sources. Even my friends, the ones I like best, seldom add much to the days story or significant events. If I see one post I’ll see a different version regurgitated again and again. I too find it challenging to not parrot someone I’ve heard or read, but I think hard and try not to. I just don’t have the gifts some do!

Today I was reminded that the people we least think likely to have anything thoughtful to say often surprise! Most of the time these are loggers, McDonald’s cashiers, carpenters, or the likes of less educated people who labor for a living. I’m not writing of people with means, but people who have big hearts. The guy who drives the old truck. He wears dirty jeans, work boots, and an old hat. He’s the guy who drinks Bud Light, not the newest IPA from the hip microbrewery. If you have a party he brings his own beer. He’s the guy you call when you need something done you don’t want to do. If you don’t know this guy you need to get out more often! I even met one in Hay On Wye in Wales. These people are so special it humbles me to think how stupid I must look to them, living in my starter castle and all. God has blessed many of them far more than He has me.

One guy, a friend of mine, today posted something on a random political piece. The kind of public political site where you would expect only highly educated, elite Oxford wannabes to show off their superiority. He came up with a comment that surely surprised us all. But the funny thing is it was “liked” by several people who I would describe as elitists, including myself in an educated, thoughtful way. It was a sharp comment, witty and funny at the same time, one I could never have originated in my pea sized brain.

My friend you probably know I’m writing about you, I’d put nothing past you. You are a joy to know, a friend I’d like to better know and hang out with. Please stop by sometime, you can add much to my life. I don’t have any Bud Lights, but I recently bought some Coors Light, that’s about as far down the beer pole I can dance.

Dirty Old Hat

I love this old hat

It is intellectual snobery to think when one man’s faith is thrown out Christianity itself is discredited. One must first ask, “why did he toss it away?”

One argument, the one I am making, is that true faith does not die as fashions do and faith does not go away when it gets old. I will admit we humans can have illusions of what faith is supposed to look like, even have rationalizations as to what one is supposed to believe. But for these Christianity is typically nothing more than an aesthetic experience; an idealistic view of their god preceived, something like wearing a fresh new hat. Not to belittle people with such wants and experiences, but Christianity can be viewed as valuable to these “believers,” that is, until it becomes convenient to believe otherwise. (This appears to be the case in point with the purity guy recently in the news. And notice how much “fun” the left is having with it!) Do remember, for thirty pieces of silver Judas betrayed Christ, it made no sense then either. Imagine what the New York Times would do with that story!

Still, haven’t we seen this too often? I believe there is a willful blindness for disgarding absolute truth. Elasticity and appearances, for some, are much more appealing and while their emotions certainly can be “religious,” we must also understand the biblical effect of a faith planted on rocky soil and the effect of a scorching sun, or choking thorns.

The bottom line, it has become popular, even cool, to denounce ones faith, embrace Atheism, become a “None,” and conform to a godless world. The pagan world loves it when it happens too! But these reasons, as I see them, are mere excuses; a desire for something fresh, or more likely, a hardened heart seeking something other than worshiping God. To reframe a popular C.S. Lewis quote, it has become much more important for them to believe Christianity is false than for any to reach heaven!

You might have guessed I believe in the gospel of Christ, and it would be more than astonishing for me to disregard my belief in Christ on subjective grounds, or to think my faith was simply a fashionable event that I could abandon like a modern marriage or a dirty old hat. (To illustrate, I still have quite a few dirty old hats).