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No more Hitler, please.

Mr Malakoa gets these obsessions and his current television crazy is Hitler.  I guess that the Military Channel is doing a Hitler Marathon and I don’t like it.  I don’t want Small to watch it.  I don’t want to be around it.  I know enough about him and don’t need to know he was married three times.  I don’t need to know about the destruction of his hometown.  I don’t need to know his desires and hatred.  I might need to know he was a sometimes vegetarian, but probably not.

It’s the New Year, 2010, a date I could not fathom fifteen years ago.  Who thought the world would have done itself in with nuclear war by now?  Who thought pollution would make the planet unlivable?  Who believed the warnings of the ‘prophets’ that the world would end by then?

I’m on board with all of them but the last.  The Old Testament says, ” Look at the nations and watch – and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told.”  (Hitler, anyone?)

Jesus himself says:

32“No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 33Be on guard! Be alert[f]! You do not know when that time will come. 34It’s like a man going away: He leaves his house and puts his servants in charge, each with his assigned task, and tells the one at the door to keep watch.

35“Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the house will come back—whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn. 36If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping. 37What I say to you, I say to everyone: ‘Watch!’ ”

So, Jesus didn’t know when He was coming back.  Why would Harold Camping or any other of the cult leaders of the day.  2018, 2010, 2005.

Dan Koenig writes his opinion, and uses the Bible to back himself up:

“They had no reason to know because the generation living at that time was not in the end times. Jesus did not say the Church would never know the season. He told these disciples what their role would be in the next verse. They would be eye witnesses of Jesus.

Paul implies the Church would know the times and seasons:

32“No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 33Be on guard! Be alert[f]! You do not know when that time will come. 34It’s like a man going away: He leaves his house and puts his servants in charge, each with his assigned task, and tells the one at the door to keep watch.

35“Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the house will come back—whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn. 36If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping. 37What I say to you, I say to everyone: ‘Watch!’ ”

He reads in the implication that Paul hints the church will know the season of his return.  I don’t see it.  What Jesus must have meant, in my opinion, that we need to be ready, not that we need to know when He will come back.

One of the things that offends me is that nut jobs around the world are wasting time figuring out something that is unknowable.  They could, as my friend “J” said, that people will do anything to avoid the real work of evangelism.  Although I clearly to not have that gift, I appreciate the sentiment.  If I can not evangelize, I can pray, thus avoiding the mathematical games surrounding divinations.   I can read and look but will not be arrogant enough to predict such things.  And I’ll try not to be a self righteous jerk about it in the mean time.


Happier New Year

The following Birthday post is a substitute for a New Year’s Day post. I tried to post it yesterday but I was having trouble getting the computer to work.

I considered skipping today’ devotion entirely, after all, it is my birthday. However instead of aiming to write a thoughtful, inspirational and prophetic message to all of my loyal readers, I am hoping for a epistle of all I’ve learned and will hopefully apply to my short life.

First of all: It is easier to live in a new house than an old house. My little family lived in a house built in 1938. It was our dream home. 898 square feet, porch, white picket fence, big back yard, gas appliances. Then, things changed for us. Brian was living in Stockton during the week and commuting back home. My daughter and I wound up moving up here with him living in an apartment which was two steps up from a trailer park and one step down from student housing. Our cat starting peeing on everything– well more specifically on everything that belonged to me. He must have thought this was all my fault.

Eventually, after a year of smoke getting sucked in to our apartment from the upstairs neighbors and drug deals gone bad waking us up in the middle of the night, we moved in to a brand new house with my mom. I was not looking forward to it, to be honesty, but we quickly adapted. The thing that I have most gotten used to is this: Everything works. All the time. We’re not running up credit cards or going without meat during the day trying to make repairs; nothing needs to be fixed. If it need, it would be under warrantee anyway.

We were looking for an older, charming house, but our lives (I know this is out of context, but think new wineskins instead of old) have been made much simpler by living in this house.

Secondly: Food is good, but living guided by your belly is not. I never noticed that the Bible is filled with thoughts on food, bellies and gluttony. Did you? It was one of those things I totally skipped by until it was time to lose 30+ pounds.

Philippians 3 says: 18For, as I have often told you before and now say again even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. 19Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is on earthly things.

Proverbs 23:20-21: “Do not join those who drink too much wine or gorge themselves on meat, for drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags.”

Proverbs 28:7: “He who keeps the law is a discerning son, but a companion of gluttons disgraces his father.”

Proverbs 23:2: “Put a knife to your throat if you are given to gluttony.”

Galatians 5:22-23 “But the fruit of the spirit is….self-control”.

I dieted some, exercised some and lost 20 pounds in less than a year. It’s not like the Bible is a magic book, but these verses were convicting and have helped me gain some control. This doesn’t mean I skipped a birthday breakfast of chocolate cake, but it’s helped put my eating and gluttony in perspective.

Third: I figured out what I want to do if I grow up. I want to keep writing the devotions I’ve been writing. It would be ideal to get paid for it, but I’m not sure how to go about it.

Corinithias 1:14-1, 4, 5c: “Follow the way of love and eagerly desire spiritual gifts, especially the gift of prophecy….But everyone who prophesies speaks to men for their strengthening, encouragement and comfort. 4 He who speaks in a tongue edifies himself, but he who prophesies edifies the church. 5 He who prophesies is greater than one who speaks in tongues…. so that the church may be edified.”

I’ve always understood that the one who prophesies makes the Word apparent to those who listen and I’ve always had a quirky way of talking and teaching. I strongly pursue God to develop this gift in my life, and I hope these devotions help me do so.

Fourth: Some people are astonishing servants. I am not one of them. I deeply admire those who are though. When we needed help moving, about ten people, including our pastor and associate pastor came with about fifteen minutes notice. We had a wonderful going away party made possible by the incredible people at Creekside in San Leandro. It was so touching and and I still cannot believe their generosity.

Fifth: Although I am not technically a servant, I still have to serve. A example of this is taking care of my house and putting away chairs after church. While these things don’t give me joy, I am surrounded by people that really enjoy it and I’m not about to ruin that for them.

I think that’s all for today. If I remember more I’ll share more, but until then, I’ll be with you tomorrow.

Love,

Malakoa

By the way, I wanted to add something. I am not a certificated counselor, psychologist or any other mental health professional. I am not an ordained pastor. If you need professional help, (for example, you are suicidal or think you’re going to hurt your kids) please get it. I want to be a support to you, but my emails and my chats are not meant to take the place of a professional.