Wednesday, October 30, 2024

“Do not remember the rebellious sins of my youth. Remember me in the light of your unfailing love, for you are merciful, O Lord.” (Psalm 25:7, New Living Translation)

                So, of course, I have been watching baseball’s World Series between the New York Yankees and the Los Angeles Dodgers. It takes me back to my youth when one or the other always seemed to be in the World Series. I was a big Yankee fan back then but I am leaning more toward the Dodgers this time.

                One of the things that bugs me as I watch is the plethora of instant replays. Sure, show it again for the big plays like homeruns, defensive gems, exciting moments in the game, errors, challenges of a play – those memorable moments during that game which make a difference in the outcome.  But what I don’t need to see more than once is someone striking out or fouling out or taking strike three or any mundane, ordinary, baseball occurrence. Yet the network will show all of everything umpteen times and more it seems. It’s overkill.  They also like meaningless shots of players in the dugouts, spitting sunflowers seeds, chewing gum and scratching their heads. It’s a wonder we don’t get several replays of that, too.

                Then, with horror, the thought occurred to me what it would be like if we had instant replays of situations in our everyday lives. Just think if the world could see again and again those mistakes, errors, sins, bad moments, poor decisions, gaffs, rudeness, selfishness, etc.- all those things that you or I would like to forget and hope that others have as well. Oh sure, it might be grand to remember the highlights and victories,  but  who  needs to see again and be reminded of our mistakes and worst moments. It is easy enough to get stuck in the past; I don’t need many reminders of my flubs and blunders. “Lord, if you kept a record of our sins, who, O Lord, could ever survive?”  (Psalm 130:3)

                There is a lot in scriptures about what we wish God would remember and what we would prefer God to forget. Forget the past, God; shut down your TIVO. Throw away or erase the tapes. “Have mercy on me, O God, because of your unfailing love. Because of your great compassion, blot out the stain of my sins.” (Psalm 51:1) Please forget whatever has come out of my mouth that was unworthy of you. Disremember my foolishness, my sinfulness, my rebelliousness, my unrighteousness. Remember what you said in Isaiah: “I—yes, I alone—will blot out your sins for my own sake and will never think of them again.” (Isaiah 43:25) Hallelujah!

                But there are things we wish to see again and again of God’s Love for us. “Remember, O Lord, your compassion and unfailing love, which you have shown from long ages past.” (Psalm 25:6) We can never get enough of that repetitious and unforgettable Love. “But then I recall all you have done, O Lord; I remember your wonderful deeds of long ago.” (Psalm 77:11) Our scriptures are a replay of the works of God which helps to remember that God is on our side. “For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.” (Psalm 103:14)  As we repeat the works of God in our scripture reading, we are given assurances about the ongoing work of God in our present times. “Remember your promise to me; it is my only hope.” (Psalm 119:49)

                There is a tension between our past and God’s Love. There is a strain between our sin and God’s grace. There is a difference between our humanity and God’s mercy.  There is tension between the weariness of the old and the creation of the new.  “Do not remember the former things or consider the things of old. I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth; do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”  (Isaiah 43: 18 - 19)

                We are to remember and replay the commandments of God in our lives, especially the commandment to love others as we love ourselves.  There are times when we need to apologize and seek reconciliation. But we also need to let go of our pasts and seek the renewal of our lives in Jesus Christ. Let go of all the grudges, assumptions,  anger, prejudices, judgments which we keep replaying over and over again and instead “forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal, toward the prize of the heavenly call of God in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3: 13 -14)

Dale

Wednesday, October 23, 2024

“But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law.” (Galatians 4:4, New Living Translation)

                Merry Christmas to one and all!

                What’s that you say?  Too early? Too soon? We haven’t even had Halloween yet?  But I have already seen Christmas commercials on TV. (All praise to Walmart) I haven’t been in lately but I wouldn’t be surprised that Canadian Tire is already stocking their Christmas shelves. Christmas, commercially speaking, seems to come earlier and earlier every year.

                Now I know that some will say, during Advent and Christmas, that it would be wonderful if the Christmas Spirit lasted all year long with its emphasis on hope, peace, joy and love. Or perhaps, our Christmas wish would be that the generosity of the Christmas Spirit would extend into the months ahead for the poor and the homeless. Or, if only peace and good will toward all humankind would reach into the war-torn parts of the world, what a wonderful world it would be. I’d be far empathetic if that were the case, rather that ‘buy this’ or ‘buy that’ and beat the Christmas rush.

                But, of course, December 25^th   was a very arbitrary choice to celebrate Christmas Day, to begin with. We are given no actual date for Jesus’ birth. This date was chosen in 336 A.D., as much associated with the winter solstice and the rebirth of the sun and light and the beginning of the end of long darkness. Early Christians often appropriated pagan concepts and Christianised them. So, December 25^th it is.  Not in October!

                But wait just a minute.

                Our text tells us that “when the right time came, God sent his Son.”  Although Paul is writing about an historical fact, it gives us the opportunity to not limit Jesus’ arrival into our lives only to December 25^th.

                The right time may be right here and now for many of us. We may be at a point in our lives when we really need the Love of God through Jesus Christ to interrupt and intervene. We may so be overwhelmed by the demands, pressures and stresses of time management run amok, that there is no time like the present to experience hope, peace, joy and love. We may be mired in our past’s sins and failures and need forgiveness, mercy, grace right now. We may be afraid for the future and feel uncertain, unprepared and unsure, and need the assurances of the rest of the paragraph from Galatians, “God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children. And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, ‘Abba, Father.’ Now you are no longer a slave but God’s own child. And since you are his child, God has made you, his heir.” (Galatians 4: 5 -7)

                That’s right – Christmas is indeed for children. We are God’s children. We do not have to wait to December 25^th to discover the gift of God’s Love. It is always right there before us, ready to unpack and enjoy.

                “This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted…” (John 3: 16 -17, The Message Bible)

                It is all about the right time - that perfect time when our lives are intercepted by the love of Jesus Christ and we are gathered into the joy i.e. the Christmas party, that breaks out in heaven when one lost soul is saved. (Luke 15:10)

                If that isn’t Christmas, I don’t know what is.

Dale

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

“Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!” (Psalm 95:2, New Revised Standard Version)

                Ten adults, seven grandchildren aged five to eleven, and one dog – there was a lot of joyful noise making in Mississauga on Thanksgiving Sunday as the Soble clan et al gathered for dinner. The dog was the quiet one!

                I am usually averse to a cacophony of noise but there is something about the joyful noise of a family gathering that is rich, healthy and celebratory. Same family stories told once again, new ones added, laughter, good-natured teasing, banter, sports discussed ad nauseum, children whistling in and about, hugs and great company. None if it is very serious, deep or profound – just the joy of being together, all being relatively healthy, capped off by a dinner in which everyone contributed. “Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth; break forth into joyous song and sing praises.” (Psalm 98: 4)

                Of course, the psalm writers are referring to bringing  a joyful noise into the act of worship in the temple. There are times and places for silence:  libraries, funeral homes (except sometimes laughter can help with sorrow), classrooms, listening to a live symphony, and most might assume a church’s sanctuary during worship time.

I have had people get upset if anyone starts clapping after a solo or a choir piece. In one church some wanted me to announce that there be no clapping. Not a chance – it is a spontaneous expression of appreciation for the performance. I am sure Jesus is clapping. There is time to be quiet in worship, of course, but there are times when we need to “let it out” and demonstrate our praise visibly, like the time when King David was met by all the people who  “were dancing before God with all their might, with songs and lyres and harps and tambourines and cymbals and trumpets.” (1 Chronicles 13:8)

I confess that I am not a demonstrative sort of guy but I enjoy authentic spontaneity and the exercise of spiritual freedom that others feel and express when touched by the Spirit of God in some way. It is hard to get people to laugh out loud when a good joke is told in the sermon. It is hard for some to feel comfortable to lift their hands toward God. There is the old joke which asks how do you stop Baptists from raising their hands in worship. Answer: Lower the ceiling fans.  Groan!  But you get my point. Worship is not always to be a dreary, stuffy, somber, dull experience. It is okay if we break into song, praise, joy, “singing aloud a song of thanksgiving and telling all your wondrous deeds.” (Psalm 26:7)

But if so, in worship, why not take this approach to all the beautiful and wondrous occasions which fill our daily lives? Admittedly, there is already a lot of noise in our lives, the constant roar which emits from the world around us. But what if we could speak against that din?  What if we could raise a counter melody which rises above the fray? What if we could find our voice and express our unbridled thankfulness and joy in a broken world?

Jesus helps us to discover that voice. “I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.” (John 15:11) He has given us assurances, promises, encouragement, strength, boldness, that even if there are times when we weep and mourn, “you will have pain, but your pain will turn into joy.” (John 16:20) These words echo the words in Nehemiah: “Go your way, eat the fat and drink sweet wine and send portions of them to those for whom nothing is prepared, for this day is holy to our Lord, and do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” (Nehemiah 8:10).

May we discover that which is praiseworthy. May we express our gratitude for the good that fills our lives.  May we anticipate that even when the going gets tough, we will have reason to make a joyful noise in the kingdom of God.

“May you be made strong with all the strength that comes from his glorious power, so that you may have all endurance and patience, joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has enabled you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the light.” (Colossians 1: 11 -12)

Dale

 

Wednesday, October 9

The whole congregation of believers was united as one—one heart, one mind! They didn’t even claim ownership of their own possessions. No one said, “That’s mine; you can’t have it.” They shared everything. The apostles gave powerful witness to the resurrection of the Master Jesus, and grace was on all of them. And so it turned out that not a person among them was needy. Those who owned fields or houses sold them and brought the price of the sale to the apostles and made an offering of it. The apostles then distributed it according to each person’s need. (Acts 4: 32 -35, The Message Bible)

        Come, ye thankful people, come, 

        raise the song of harvest home;

        all is safely gathered in,
        ere the winter storms begin.
        God our Maker doth provide
        for our wants to be supplied
        come to God's own temple, come
        raise the song of harvest home. (Henry Alford, 1844)

           I have always appreciated that we, Canadians, celebrate our Thanksgiving in early October as opposed to the American version in November on the cusp of Advent. It stands alone. It has always been one of my favourite traditions of the year. Its simple theme of appreciation, praise and gratitude for all that life has to offer needs little, other embellishment or enhancement as do some of the other holidays.

In all my churches where I pastored, on Thanksgiving Sunday, the communion table would be laden to overflowing on the floor with the fruits and vegetables of a generous harvest. Pumpkins, squash, apples, tomatoes, corn, zucchini, even loaves of bread, bags of rice and flour - you name it and there were ample goods on display. My little, first church in Wainfleet was the best at it.  The whole altar area was bursting in an abundance of harvest. It was like a farmer’s market had exploded.

The better part happened after Thanksgiving was “over” although we should never cease being thankful for all things. It was the custom in all my churches to box up and give the produce over to shelters and food banks. In the case of Wainfleet, we shared with the bounty with couple of the more needy families in the church. But the food never went to waste.

If I were to ask myself, what exactly is a “harvest home” referred to in the hymn, I would point to the act of sharing from our bounty. It is the model we can read about in our text from Acts. The Jerusalem Christian church, still in its infant stage of existence, celebrates its new life in Christ by an unequalled display of generosity. “They shared everything.”

It is almost impossible to imagine. We pride ourselves in ownership. We own our houses, cars, cottages, appliances, computers and so on. I am very grateful for all the stuff I own and count myself blessed. But the idea of selling everything and gifting the proceeds to others seems over-the-top, a crazy thing to do. Yes, Jesus, said to a rich man, “Sell all that you own and distribute the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.” (Luke  18: 22) But most of us usually rationalize this astonishing statement  to mean that we shouldn’t  be prisoner to our wealth. Fair enough, but let’s not slide out of Jesus’ expectation that we are to be generous, compassionate, empathetic and liberal with our giving.  It may have been that very verse which was the impetus for the early Christians in Jerusalem. They were a living example of creating a harvest home.

 A harvest home is a home where all are welcome from the very least to the very privileged.  A harvest home is a safe haven which offers comfort, blessings, hope, joy, peace and love. A harvest home has no locked doors to shut people out. A harvest home has a candle burning in the window. A harvest home has a place at the dining room table for everyone. A harvest home is replete with the aromas of food and drink, the sound of laughter, the embrace of love.  A harvest home is the shelter in the storms of life.  A harvest home is a sacred space where all are safely gathered in.

Not just our churches, but our family homes as well.

So let us all be thankful this weekend. God has provided.  Enjoy. Celebrate God’s goodness. Then pass it on! It’ll make the turkey taste that much better!

            Even so, Lord, quickly come,
            bring thy final harvest home;
            gather thou thy people in,
            free from sorrow, free from sin,
            there, forever purified,
            in thy presence to abide;
            come, with all thine angels, come,
            raise the glorious harvest home.

 Dale

Wednesday, October 2, 2024

“But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me. No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.” (Philippians 3: 12 -14, New Living Translation)

                I turned 73 years old yesterday. I don’t feel a day over 72. It was a great birthday – four baseball playoff games to watch and Susan made me a raisin pie, one of my favourites. Life can’t get much better.

                It has got me to thinking about what may be left on my “bucket list,” those aspirations, ambitions or things to do or see before one dies. No, I do not want to parachute out of a plane, kayak down rapids or scale Mt. Everest. But I would like to see, in person, a World Series’ game, preferably with the Blue Jays in it (LOL). I would like to visit Scotland, Spain and Australia. I would like to go to baseball’s annual All-Star game.

                But when I come to think of it, I have done some pretty cool things in my 73 years. I have been to the Middle East and the Holy Land, Indonesia, Rome and London (England). I have been to Spring Training games and Baseball’s Hall of Fame. I have preached at Yorkminster Park Baptist Church in Toronto, one of the leading pulpits in Canada. I have travelled across Canada from coast to coast, save for Labrador, NWT and the Yukon. That’s just a few things I have done or seen. My bucket may not be quite full yet, but I may need a larger bucket for what may yet come. I ain’t dead yet!!!

                I first learned the Philippians' verses as a young boy in my home church in Belleville. They were the theme verses for our Tyro boys’ group. Consequently, they have remained my personal, scriptural, life’s encouragement ever since. In recognizing that I am never finished in life, never totally complete. never totally having  arrived, never done with life,  never having completely achieved all that I could, I am to press on, strive to be better, look forwards to the future,  “I press on to reach the end of the race…”

                Now, I admit that I have become pretty lazy in my retirement.  Arthritis keeps me from running many races or doing the things I used to do such as gardening and the like. But Paul is not referring me to join an actual marathon but rather to keep my attitude focused on the future and to remain open to new possibilities in the areas of my faith and practice. I can’t change the past but I can shape, with God’s help, my future. “Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win!” (1 Corinthians 9:24)

                Sometimes, in sports, children get a medal for just participating, whether they win or lose or anyone keeps score at all. That’s nice. But I think Paul is suggesting that there is more to Christianity than mere participation, just going through the motions, doing the least so that we can make into God’s Hall of Fame. Paul is not encouraging us to do the minimum but to strive for being better, to strain in doing good, to go-all-out in our Christian endeavours. “Remember, there is only one foundation, the one already laid: Jesus Christ. Take particular care in picking out your building materials. Eventually there is going to be an inspection. If you use cheap or inferior materials, you’ll be found out. The inspection will be thorough and rigorous. You won’t get by with a thing. If your work passes inspection, fine; if it doesn’t, your part of the building will be torn out and started over. But you won’t be torn out; you’ll survive—but just barely.” (1 Corinthians 3: 12 -14, The Message Bible)

                As long as we are alive and kicking, no matter our age, we can all strive to live lives that are worthy of the prize.

                “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful. 8 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. And the prize is not just for me but for all who eagerly look forward to his appearing.” (2 Timothy 4: 7 - 8)

                Somebody, pass me my running shoes!

Dale