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Chapter 2 of the ongoing Chapter Book, Being Real

The moon, fading in the early morning light, slowly descended behind the purple hills as the sun began to make its appearance in the eastern sky until gradually it filled the land with its light. The sky was a brilliant blue, stretching above a newly created earth.  As far as He could see there were forests of tree’s, green vegetation and all manner of living creatures. There were great seas, rushing rivers, great mountain ranges and verdant valleys.  Everything was watered by great underground springs.

All the animals were coming down to the river to drink of the pure water. All these creatures found something within the wilderness of the creation to eat and they all drank together without fear, though some were extremely large and ferocious looking while others were small, furry and shy. They didn’t have names. They shared the world side by side without conflict. Overhead great flocks of winged creatures circled together.  The river sang a happy song as it shared its water while it flowed down to the great sea. 

The waters were as full of living creatures as the skies were full of birds and the land was full of animals. God planned it so that every type of creature would procreate more creatures exactly like them so that they would fill the earth.  It was the sixth day of creation and God walked the earth.  He looked at all he had created and was very happy with what he had done. As he gazed around His creation, He noted that there was no one to cultivate the soil and no one to take care of all the beauty that He had created. He then stooped down and, in the midst of all His creation and in the presence of animals big and small, He said, “let’s make a man in Our image.” He scooped up a handful of dust from the earth and created a new creature which He called man. He gave the man two legs that so that he could stand upright. He did this because He intended that the man would oversee His creation. He gave him hands to take care of his duties, though he intended no heavy work. He gave him eyes to see, ears to hear, a heart to beat in perfect unison with the rhythms of the universe. He gave him systems to operate his body with, circulation, respiration, muscle movement etc. And then He gave the man the most miraculous thing, something He called a brain. This one small part of the man would control everything else in perfect harmony. It would tell the legs to run or walk. It would tell the fingers how to pluck a fruit from the tree.  Most importantly, this creation He called the brain would give the man the ability to think and plan. He would not have the knowledge of good and evil, for He would know no evil. But He would have the knowledge of the love of His creator. The man was created to worship God. The brain would also give the man the ability to think a problem through and make choices. God would not force the man to love Him, but He would make sure that he would have no reason not to.

When He finished forming the man, He did something He hadn’t done with any of the other creations, He breathed His own breath of life into the man. He had so much love for the man. This would be his crowning glory. This man and others to follow would live forever in this beautiful world He had created. He would love them and make sure that they wanted for nothing. He would provide everything they needed and in return the man would care for all of the other creatures He had created.

He was very pleased with all that He had created.

As promised, here is Chapter 1 of my new book Being Real, published chapter by chapter until finished, then to be published in paperback

Let’s start with the basics.  Either there is a God or there isn’t. “In the beginning God created…” (Gen 1:1)  That is a big statement. “God created the heavens and earth – all you see, all you don’t see. Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness.” That’s Gen 1:1 in The Message translation. Now I know that it is modern to believe that there is no God responsible for creation. Most scientists would have us believe that sometime in the ancient past there was an accidental ‘big bang’ that ultimately resulted in an elemental life form. Then, somehow a series of random environmental circumstances caused that piece of ‘life’ in the primordial ooze to start evolving into more complex life forms until, wow, a human!  So, in that belief system I am not a creation of an almighty powerful God but simply fortunate that all of my amphibious, reptilian, avian, simian ancestors were in the right place at the right time to somehow morph into a higher life form, eventually leading to a human being standing up on two legs and thinking for himself.  I’m sorry but that version just requires too much faith. Rather, I choose to exercise a lesser amount of faith and just take the Bible at its word. God decided He wanted an earth so he made one. He thought about how he wanted to populate it and ended up making elephants, lions, dogs, monkeys and even bacteria and insects.  When that wasn’t enough He decided that there needed to be someone to look out for all these creatures so He made Adam and Eve and caused them to have the ability to reproduce themselves.   He literally took a handful of dirt from the ground and formed it with His hands and breathed life into the first man, Adam.  Then, after deciding that Adam couldn’t make it on his own (sorry men), He took a rib from Adam and formed a woman named Eve.  Now there were living souls on Earth, in the garden. Hence, in 1946 here comes me, an ancestor of many generations of the created Adam & Eve. Consider carefully, which version of how you got here is easier to believe?

So who created God? Where did He come from?  This is a question that is often posed by non-believers.  I have a well thought out answer that should be adequate for our purposes – I don’t know!  Uh-oh, does that mean that the whole belief in creation falls apart?  Not at all, somewhere along the line we have to exercise faith in something.  In the big-bang/evolutionary model, can they tell us where those first particles came from that miraculously banged up against each other and created the universe? Can they tell us how somehow an inert piece of ‘stuff’ suddenly took on life? No!  If God has to have a provable beginning, then why don’t those swirling masses of gas and particles have to have a provable beginning?  I just find it a lot easier to believe as the Bible says in Revelations 1:8, “I am the one who is, who always was, and who is still to come…” (New Living Translation)  I don’t have to understand where God came from, it is enough for me to see how everything around me points to the fact that it must be true, God just is and He made all of this!

     

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful” (2 Timothy 4:7 NLT)

As a long-distance runner I know what it is to run the race. I was always conscious of the need to start well and establish my pace early. As a new runner I often fought the temptation to go out too fast and then I would pay for that enthusiasm later in the race. I would settle into a good pace and always tried to make sure I had something left in the tank to assure a strong finish. There was no better feeling than finishing a 10-mile race with a sprint to the finish line.

I am in the last stages of the most important race of my life. This race began in 1969 and I am still running. The starting line was in Gilroy, CA when I knelt at a pastor’s couch and accepted Christ into my life. I committed myself to a life-time race of representing Him well in the world around me. There have been stumbles along the way. There have even been a few falls, but I managed to pick myself up each time and continue the race. I am still running.

I have been running this race for almost 50 years now. I am beginning to understand that the finish line is not far ahead. I recognize that my overall pace during the race has been good, because I am feeling a surge of energy and am beginning to slowly pick up the pace. If I finish successfully I will be up for the greatest race award ever. “And now the prize awaits me – the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on the day of his return.” (2 Timothy 4:8) And I will hear those welcome words, ‘well done, good and faithful servant’.

Father, I thank you for the privilege to run in this race, and for enabling me to run well, give me the strength to finish strong . Amen.

I have been working on a book called Being Real. I have decided that I am going to release it here on my blog as a chapter book. I will release the introduction here now, and then the first chapter on Wednesday Dec 19th. After that, I will release a chapter every two weeks until the whole book has been released. I will likely publish it in paperback at that time, but as readers of my blog, you get first crack at it. Here then is the introduction to Being Real.

I will try to persuade you to believe in God and to want to live like He intended you to live. That is a big undertaking if you are not currently a believer, I understand that. I will not try to persuade you with scientific evidence or deep theological statements but rather with common sense and plain talk. That may be difficult to do. Common sense sometimes reveals things to us that we would rather not deal with. It can be much easier to accept things that do not demand anything in return. I will try to convince you that God created you, intends for you to live forever, wants you to do more on earth than just survive and, wait for it, actually look forward to getting up every morning and saying good morning Lord instead of good Lord, it’s morning!

For those of you that already believe I hope to challenge you to deepen your understanding of just how important you are to God and how much He really cares what happens to you. I want for you to eagerly seek out a life of service and be more concerned about preparation for the eternal instead of stressing so much about surviving this short span of life on earth. I will help you understand that God really does have a plan for your life, a plan that He established before you were ever born. And so we begin.

Let’s start with the basics. Either there is a God or there isn’t. “In the beginning God created…” (Gen 1:1) That is a big statement. “God created the heavens and earth – all you see, all you don’t see. Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness.” That’s Gen 1:1 in The Message translation. Now I know that it is modern to believe that there is no God responsible for creation. Most scientists would have us believe that sometime in the ancient past there was an accidental ‘big bang’ that ultimately resulted in an elemental life form. Then, somehow a series of random environmental circumstances caused that piece of ‘life’ in the primordial ooze to start evolving into more complex life forms until, wow, a human! So, in that belief system I am not a creation of an almighty powerful God but simply fortunate that all of my amphibious, reptilian, avian, simian ancestors were in the right place at the right time to somehow morph into a higher life form, eventually leading to a human being standing up on two legs and thinking for himself. I’m sorry but that version just requires too much faith. Rather, I choose to exercise a lesser amount of faith and just take the Bible at its word. God decided He wanted an earth so he made one. He thought about how he wanted to populate it and ended up making elephants, lions, dogs, monkeys and even bacteria and insects. So who created God? Where did He come from? This is a question that is often posed by non-believers. I have a well thought out answer that should be adequate for our purposes – I don’t know! Does that mean that the whole belief in creation falls apart? Not at all, somewhere along the line we have to exercise faith in something. In the big-bang/evolutionary model, can they tell us where those first particles came from that miraculously banged up against each other and created the universe? Can they tell us how somehow an inert piece of ‘stuff’ suddenly took on life? No! If God has to have a provable beginning, then those swirling masses of gas and particles have to have a provable beginning. I just find it a lot easier to believe as the Bible says in Revelations 1:8, “I am the one who is, who always was, and who is still to come…” (New Living Translation) I don’t have to understand where God came from, it is enough for me to see how everything around me points to the fact that it must be true, God just is and He made all of this!

“Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy 
burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let 
me teach you, because I am gentle and humble at heart, and 
you will find rest for your souls. (Matthew 11:28-29 NLT)

Lord, I am so tired, I just need to get some rest. Sound familiar? I 
think we have all been there. If this is your statement on a regular 
basis; if a normal day contains this feeling, then perhaps it is time 
to focus on one of Jesus’ greatest promises.

Consider this, if extreme weariness is your normal state, perhaps 
you are practicing religion instead of enjoying a relationship with
Jesus. Jesus would teach, preach and work miracles for hours, 
but when He began to get weary, He would steal away to pray, 
sometimes all night long. He knew that the restoration He needed 
was only found in His strong relationship to His Father.

The powerful, amazing truth is that we have this same 
opportunity. Jesus invites us to come to Him and rest when we 
are weary. Talking and listening to Jesus will strengthen your 
relationship with He who loves you most and best, your Creator 
God.

Father, thank you for being there when I need refreshing in my soul. I am grateful that you care so much. Amen.1

“……I trust that my life will bring honor to Christ, whether I live or die. For to me, living means living for Christ, and dying is even better” (Philippians 1:21 NLT)

Really? Dying is even better? Once again I am faced with an untimely, unexpected death. Not my biological family, but a member of my spiritual family that I loved and respected. Like my son who was only 41, this brother passed before his time. I never would have thought that he would precede me in death, as he was much younger, still worked an active job in law enforcement and was a vital part of our churches outreach programs. And yet he is gone.

My brother lived his life to honor Christ, this much I know. I do also. When I consider the possibility of death, as an older citizen with a degenerative disease, I know that I would choose to keep on living in this life, doing all I can to bring honor to Jesus Christ. and yet, if I die, I know that I will be gloriously happy to see my Savior and Lord. I take comfort in knowing that that is the reunion that is taking place now between my brother and his God.

I am sad that I will not be shaking his hand this morning and asking him how he feels about the NASCAR championship, I will likely shed some tears with his family, but I know that my brother has passed from earthly happiness to eternal joy.

Lord, in times of extreme sadness, help us to always remember the ultimate goal of our lives, to live eternally at your side . Amen.

 

I have been around for 72 years, and during that time there have been many changes that have impacted my life. I guess the first one I can remember that is important is when I changed from a bratty eight-year-old to a water-baptized Baptist bratty eight-year-old in 1954. Somehow, I made it through high school where I graduated as a shy backward boy and went on to become a mostly mature Air Force Sgt. I left the Air Force in 1969 and once again changed from mostly mature veteran to a rather loose-living drifter sleeping at various times in the desert, friends’ houses, or in an apartment where I was afraid to hear the landlord knock on the door. I went back to the town where I graduated from high school, and that is where I had my first real conversion experience. I committed my life to God, got married, and by 1978 I had four fantastic kids, two two-year college degrees and a ministerial license with the Assemblies of God church. After 23 years of marriage, I was once again single, floundering, not going to church much and generally just existing. I married Debbie in 1994 and once again, life changed dramatically. I felt like I was back on track, a wife to come home to, a job that I enjoyed and a move to Bakersfield which I liked much better than Fresno.

I had started running during my first marriage. I completed several 10K races, 5K races etc. but it was during my second marriage that I began to get serious about fitness. I was almost 50 years old but suddenly discovered a real passion for long-distance running, especially on the trail. I completed two half marathons, two 15 ½ mile trail races, a couple of 7 mile trail races and lots of 10K’s and 5K’s. I felt like I could run forever and totally intended to. I also became a fan of Spin, an intense program of indoor cycling, even becoming an instructor. I was a follower of Jesus during this period but was a little uncommitted as far as developing a relationship with a local church.

Life went well until 2012 when I lost my oldest son in a gun accident; I found myself without a close relationship with God and with no church family to support me. I soon found Bakersfield First Church and that was one of the major changes in my life to that point. I began to have hope that I could return to ministry and have an impact in my community.  Even though I was now 66, I was in excellent health, had a great relationship with my kids, a loving wife, and now a church family that I dearly love. All was well.

Then in 2015, I encountered another major life change, a change that threatened to rob me of my hope. I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. I didn’t know a lot about Parkinson’s at the time but quickly found out that it was degenerative and progressive. Almost overnight I lost my ability to run. Not that I didn’t try. I did not want to give up. I began running, some would call it slow jogging, but I could only run for about 1 min at a time. I would do intervals, I would run for a minute, walk for a minute and figured that I could slowly increase my jogging intervals until I could run at least a mile without stopping. That would be a real accomplishment in my eyes. One morning I left the house for a run/walk. My goal for the day was to run 1-1/2 mins, with a 1 min walk break. I didn’t even make it a block from the house when I suddenly found myself flat on my face on the sidewalk. With four cracked ribs, a big bruise on my forehead and skin rash on my knee, and feeling lucky that I had avoided a concussion, it was time to admit that I had to give it up. I didn’t get mad at God, I didn’t lose my faith, but I freely admit that I had bouts of depression about my future. I did not feel life-changing hope.

My neurologist told me that the most important thing I could do for myself was to keep moving. I decided that if I couldn’t run, maybe I could walk fast. I began to do cardio walks using my trekking poles. That was ok, but I felt too unstable to walk fast successfully without feeling like I could fall. But I had to keep moving. So I bought a rollator, which is like a walker but with large outdoor-capable wheels and a seat for when you get tired. I named it Red and now can walk 15 min miles and feel pretty good about the ability to stay active.  So now I walk 4-5 days a week. I also do some weight training, and love to workout on my punching bag.

Working out successfully is great, but what about my ministry? I am not called to pulpit ministry. I am called to pew ministry. God has called me to pray, to encourage and to write. I am working at developing this calling into ministry and I am now at a place where I can say that Parkinson’s will not defeat me and will not define me.

After much time spent in prayer, reading my Bible, talking with good friends, and receiving support and encouragement from a loving wife, I can stand before you and say that I do have hope. I did some study recently on Paul and his ‘thorn in the flesh.’ Here is what he said in 2 Cor 12:7-9 …… So to keep me from becoming proud, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan to torment me and keep me from becoming proud. 8 Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. 9 Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me.”  Though I don’t compare myself with Paul, I too say that Satan put this upon me and God is allowing it to remain to teach me valuable lessons. I stand on Jeremiah 29:11, “for I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, they are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

I accept that. And I once again I have hope that God is not through using me yet

The reality of my life is that I have Parkinson’s Disease. The recognition of this reality has caused me a lot of grief. I had to give up my long distance running due to taking a bad fall and the inability to run for any length of time without getting extremely fatigued in my legs. I can jog slowly for about 30 seconds and then I have to stop and walk.  My right hand shakes at times, and my right leg shakes a lot of the time. I have bladder issues which cause me to have to get up three or four times a night. I take two medications, a total of 11 pills, every day to attempt to control the symptoms, and I understand that I will have to increase the dosage of drugs I need to take over time as the disease progresses.

I say all of this, not so that you will feel sorry for me, that would not be helpful. I am trying to become clear in my mind as to whether this has come upon me by chance as it seems to for so many people, or whether there is something on a spiritual level that I need to consider. If that would be the case, then I had better pay close attention to what God may be doing in my life.

In 1 Corinthians 12:7, Paul tells us “…..So to keep me from becoming proud, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan to torment me and keep me from becoming proud.” Two things are apparent in this scripture. First, God did not send the thorn; it was sent straight from Satan. Secondly, God did allow the thorn to remain, evidently as a way to help Paul conquer his pride. These two conclusions have profound implications for me as I struggle with the debilitating effects of Parkinson’s. In verses 8 & 9 of this passage, Paul goes on to say, “Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, ‘My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.’ So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses so that the power of Christ can work through me.” 

I asked God to heal me of Parkinson’s, and to this point, He has not done so. I am thus faced with the question – is it because He does not hear me or is He trying to tell me that the answer is no? If the answer is no, does He want to use my weakness to work His power through me?  As I certainly believe that He listens and hears my every prayer, I can only conclude that I am to accept that Parkinson’s may be a thorn that He wants to use to demonstrate His grace and that He will somehow use my weakness to bring honor to Him.

I certainly don’t compare myself to Paul, however, much like Paul I count it an honor to accept my affliction if somehow it will make me a better disciple of Jesus Christ. I have a lot of work to do though because I have my moments of depression where I feel so bad that I don’t want to deal with it anymore.

Unless God shows me something different, I will accept that Parkinson’s is a ‘thorn in the flesh’ that was given to me by the enemy, and that God is going to allow it to stay and that He will use it to keep me humble and make me a better disciple of Jesus Christ.

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow-not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. (Romans 8:38 NLT)

What are you afraid of? What are the things in life that cause you so much concern that you get fearful? We all have them. Is it the fear that you might get sick and not be able to work? Is it that the economy will suddenly turn bad and you might lose your job? Do you worry about your children’s future? Don’t feel alone, we all have fears. The important thing is what we do about those fears.

Fear will steal the enjoyment from your life. Your focus becomes centered on that fear and life can seem to take a dark turn. We need to recognize fear when it comes up, identify it for what it is and eliminate it. How do we do that?

At the risk of simplifying let me just say that it’s really easy. We have access to the very God who actually created us and who loves us. He wants only the best for us. His plan for us is all about giving us hope and a future, not that we should live in fear. God’s word tells us,  “And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.”  (Philippians 1:6 NLT) As we see in Romans, nothing can ever separate us from that love.

Father, when I start to feel fear come up in my life please help me to remember that I need not be fearful because you created me, you love me and you desire for me to have a life of fulfillment and purpose. Amen.

‘I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them. This is good and pleases God our Savior, who wants everyone to be saved and to understand the truth. ‘

1 Timothy 2:1, 3-4

 The heart of Jesus is full of compassion. He went about His time on earth reaching out to the oppressed, the sick, the demon possessed and the homeless ones that were rejected by society. He wept over the death of a friend, He raised the dead and restored joy to families who were in grief.

The heart of Jesus is focused on service. When He was with His disciples He served them supper, He cooked breakfast for them on the beach (after His resurrection) and washed their feet. He taught them that they should do the same.

Of course the heart of Jesus is primarily concerned with restoring as many as will accept Him to fellowship with the Father. This was His primary mission and that mission now falls on us as His disciples.

John 17 is a prayer that Jesus prayed for His disciples, and He makes it clear that we are included in that prayer. So let us fully take on the heart of Jesus as we reach out in compassion, service and restoration ministry to our neighbors.

 

Lord,  teach me how to have the heart of Jesus as I go about my day.  May I have compassion, do willing service and reach out to the lost, so that I might be a worthy servant. Amen