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Name: Mike Country: United States State: Tennessee Metro: Knoxville Birthday: 1/4/1985 Gender: Male
Interests: Bible, Friends, Working on being humble. Also tying to stop saying things that are inappropriate... cuz I do that a lot. Expertise: I am the KING of the awkward silence. Don't even try to challange me, I will just make a joke that I think is funny but isn't, and you'll have no choice but to sit dumbfounded and uncomfortable. Occupation: Student
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| A good friend of mine was in a car wreck the other day. I just found out how serious it was. He's still fighting for his life. His friend in the passenger seat died on impact. I ask that you would all keep Sam Baker in your prayers. Here's a link to the Charlotte News station coverage. http://www.wbtv.com/news/16395551.html
This isn't the first time Sam's name has been mentioned on my blog. A few years ago, I asked whoever reads this thing to pray for Sam and his family when his father killed himself while I was the youth intern at Idlewild Christian Church. This family has gone through some hard times. Keep praying for them. I know God is listening.
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| Noise. There is so much noise! In the morning, I am awakened, not by my own
desire to get up out of refreshment from a good night’s sleep, but from the
obnoxious song from my cell-phone. I go
to chapel or class, and have to block out the whispers and giggles of the
uninterested masses around me. At lunch,
friends and I get together, and don’t even realize that we are yelling at each
other in order to be heard as we sit no more than 3 feet away from each
other. When I study in the Dining Hall
after lunch is over, I breathe a sigh of relief, for I am the only one
there. But then I realize that there is
music blasting over the loudspeaker. As
I sit in the room that the college has designated for prayer on the third floor
of the Men’s Dorm, I have to compete with the sounds of the LAN party of World
of Warcraft gamers in the lobby (who, by the way, have every right to be there,
however distracting it is for me). When
I come to my room to sleep, I still lay in bed and hear the fans from my
room-mate’s X-box, and all three of our computers, all coming together in an
orchestra of noise with the refrigerator and the air conditioning unit. I cannot escape the noise! Powerful moments of silence during corporate
times of worship are often broken out of discomfort. We have to say something. I am not innocent of this. I feel like I have to have something to say
all the time. If I think it is going to
be funny, I time it out as best I can, I make sure to have that perfect facial
expression, and I speak those potentially hilarious words into the silence, and
hope that someone will laugh out loud.
It is often my words that break the deep, contemplative silence
at moments of spiritual meditation, or my music that is playing in the
otherwise quiet place. I just cannot get
away from distracting, stressful, chaotic noise for any length of time before I
find myself making my own noise!
What’s
more, the noise that we hear in our lives cannot be limited to that which we
hear. Noise is anything and everything
that can distract us from what should be the primary focus of that very
moment. Your television set, your
Facebook, AIM, myspace, or whatever internet site it is that has you ensnared,
your job, the expectations people put on you, the needs of your kids, the sins
that entangle you, the fears and anxieties about the future that you cannot get
over, maybe even your need to say the most important, influential, or
insightful words in those times that you are with other people, all of these
things are noise; they all distract you from that still small voice that is
whispering in your ear.
<be still and know that I am God> <be not afraid, for I am with you> <I AM WHO I AM>
The noise
that I struggle with the most is the noise that I make with my very own mouth.
For whatever reason, God has recently given me the insight that I should pay
attention to what I say. And so, over
the last few weeks, I have gone about my day as usual, but have noted at the
end of the day, the conversations I have had with friends, the short interactions
I have had with acquaintances, and the “insights” that I have volunteered in
class or other intellectual settings.
And this is what I have noticed:
I talk a lot. I mean A LOT, a
lot. I (if you couldn’t tell by the
unnecessarily long introduction I have given to my point today) don’t know when
to shut up. I don’t know where I picked
up the notion that people actually care about all of the pomp and fluff that I
add to what I say, but for some reason, I just ramble on until I see that the
majority of my audience is bored nearly to tears before I either wrap up my
speech, or I get to the point.
“When words
are many, transgression is not lacking, but the prudent are restrained in
speech.” (Proverbs 10:19 NRSV)
How true. I find that the more I speak, the more likely
it becomes for me to put my foot in my mouth.
Crude humor, coarse joking, obscenity; all of these come out more when I
am chattering away without regard for what I am actually saying. A few years ago, some close friends told me
that I had no tact. And this year, my
room-mate informed me that I have a reputation around campus for making
inappropriate jokes at times. I really
don’t want to be that guy. But there is
another, less known words-related sin that I am guilty of doing almost
daily. When I gab on without considering
my words, it is not uncommon that I begin to talk about others. I talk about my roommates, I talk about my
friends, I even talk about people that I do not know. I spent at least an hour, the other day, bad
mouthing mega-churches and their leaders.
Do you know how many mega-churches I have been to? Or how many mega-church pastors I have
met? None. Not one.
I saw a poster on a friend’s door a few years ago that said: “Wise men talk about ideas; ordinary men talk
about things; foolish men talk about other people.” That has really stuck with me. Well, maybe not as much as I wanted it to…
I am convinced that this problem of
“many words” has even taken its toll on my prayer life. I am working on memorizing the first six
verses of Matthew chapter 6. Here, in
the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus instructs his disciples to do their works of
righteousness in secret. He tells them
not to pray publicly, calling attention to themselves. What he says about those who do this is that
they have “received their reward in full.”
The reward for public righteousness, is being viewed by the people as
pious. But for those who do those things
in secret, but in full view of the One who sees all things, their reward is
being stored up for them. Whatever the
reward is, it is from God Himself. I
don’t know what kind of reward it is, but surely it is better than applause
from a bunch of people for doing what we were commanded to do anyways (Luke 17:10).
The reason I am memorizing this passage is that I have this burning
desire inside to be known as a righteous man.
I want so badly to have the reputation of someone who follows Christ
humbly and wholeheartedly. But since I
am a lowly, depraved man, I don’t actually follow Christ humbly or
wholeheartedly most of the time. So I
have to fake it. And I’ve gotten pretty
good at it, if I do say so myself. I
have learned that you look even more humble when people applaud you, and you
tell them to stop, or you complain about it in front of other people that you
want to view you as humble and devout.
It’s a cycle that I could probably continue until I die, and bow
shamefully at the feet of the Father and Judge who knows my sinful, selfish
motivation. Therefore, I am trying to
learn, and put into practice the teachings of Jesus from the Sermon on the
Mount. I have to remember that I am not
there yet. I am not righteous, and even
when people think I am, I am not. I
don’t want to be humiliated for Christ, but if I’m not, then I’m not really following
him, am I?
And so this brings me to my
point. God is big. He’s big and scary. He’s big, scary, and very very powerful. And I am not dead. Even though I know that I have offended him,
he has not killed me. Therefore, he must
also be forgiving. And if he’s
forgiving, he must be doing it for a reason.
And since he’s big, scary and very very powerful, and I am not, I don’t
think that he’s keeping me alive so that he can get something from me; he
really doesn’t need me, like… at all.
So, if all of this is true, he must just be forgiving me because he
loves me. So that’s it, God loves
me. And chances are, if you’re reading
this, you haven’t been nuked for your sins either, so, God must love you
too. Congratulations! But here’s my actual point: Even though God is merciful, and he forgives
us, and he loves us, that does not mean that he is any less big, scary, or
powerful. So when we talk to him, I
think we should have a lot of respect. Qoheleth
gives us a little advice in this area:
“Be not rash with your mouth, nor let your heart be hasty to utter a
word before God, for God is in heaven and you are on earth. Therefore let your
words be few.” (Ecclesiastes 5:2 ESV)
So here is my goal for this
week: I want to get rid of as much of my
own vocally produced noise as I can. I
will not take a vow of silence, because I feel like that would be just as
distracting as everything else, and it would also go against my desire to not
draw attention to myself in the public yard.
But instead, I am going to limit my words this week. I am going to think through everything I say,
making sure that I make everything that comes out of my mouth is important,
respectful, and holy. Pray for me. Old habits die hard, and this old windbag has
a definite habit of flapping his gums without thinking about what he’s saying.
I love you all. God
bless you.
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Over the last few months, I have
been really struggling with how view politics through the lens of my
faith. I have wrestled with the idea of libertarianism, "Christian
Anarchy," and just plain old Apathy. But none of these seem to work
for me, not to mention the fact that they don't seem to be very biblical
viewpoints. I used to be a conservative Republican. But now, in
light of everything that I've seen and experienced, I think that holding to
these labels is inaccurate and to align myself with such parties poses a threat
to the integrity of my faith. Living at a highly conservative private Bible
College, located on the buckle of
the Bible Belt, USA.
I have felt like quite the outsider with the exceptions of a very small group
of friends. Even at home, I feel like I'm some sort of radical now.
My mom almost started crying when I told her that I found it offensive and
morally wrong to have "Patriotic Sundays" at church every Memorial
Day, Flag Day, 4th of July, Veterans' Day, September 11, and Anniversary of
Pearl Harbor Day. I just don't think that the church is the place to
pledge allegiance to a country or its flag. Especially since this nation
is not "under God," despite all of the energy we spend trying to
convince ourselves of this. The god of the United
States is the Constitution. And the
idol to which this country bows is the "almighty dollar."
Neither of these reflect the character, mission, or values of the Lord Jesus
Christ.
Yesterday, in my Worldview class,
we discussed an article written by Richard Rorty shortly before his death,
which spoke out against non-profit, "ecclesiastical organizations"
which use untaxed funds to promote faith-based ideals in political movements.
What this means is, Rorty disagrees when religious organizations more powerful
than the local parish raise funds to try to create laws against, or repeal laws
protecting rights that the religious organization views as immoral (i.e.
homosexuality) which are based solely on their religious presuppositions.
As I read through Rorty's arguments, I found very little with which I actually
disagreed. Why is it legal for a religious organization to use funds that
are tax-exempt to promote their political beliefs, when organizations that are
not "non-profit" have to pay taxes. That seems like a misuse of
funds. Additionally, what difference does it make if the laws reflect a
biblical morality? Will that make the secular society less sinful?
No, it will only turn "sinners" into criminals. No sinner's
heart is moved to repentance and morality by a law making their sin
illegal. This is actually the point of Paul's letters to both the Romans
and the Galatians, is it not?
It is not the Christian's
responsibility to change the heart of society through the government of that
society. I have had so many people argue with me on this point, and it
boggles my mind. "Are we not supposed to be the 'salt of the earth
and the light of the world?'" Which is a reference to Jesus words in
Mat.5:13-16. Or worse, "So you're saying that we should
compartmentalize and privatize Christianity?" No! That is not
what I'm saying at all. We most assuredly are the salt or the earth and
light of the world. And we are not supposed to hide our Christianity or
to ignore our faith when convenient. We cannot separate ourselves from
our beliefs at any point in our lives, and that is not what I am calling the
Church to do. What I am saying is this: Realize that America,
is not God's holy, chosen, nation. America
is not a Christian nation. It is not built on the Christian ethic, with
biblical morality. It is a secular country. It is part of the
world, which Jesus says will persecute us, and judge us, and will not
understand us. Sorry kids, this isn't the utopia you all were told that
it once was.
So what, I ask, should we do as
Christ-followers in a fallen, worldly, democratic society? First, praise God that we are in a country
that has a Constitution banning anyone from taking away our freedom to practice
our religion. Many other people around
the world do not have that freedom. Some
of my friends are not too sure that this freedom is a good thing, since it has
led to a lot of complacency within the Church.
This is a valid argument, but nevertheless, it is a blessing that we are
able to proclaim our beliefs, and practice our faith without being arrested all
of the time. But remember, even if we
didn’t have this freedom, the Church would not cease to exist. It would just exist underground. And God would be just as sovereign and loving
and just as He is right now. Second,
praise God that you live in a country that cannot force you to believe things
that you don’t want to believe. This is
also a luxury that many others throughout the world do not have. But again, if we didn’t have this freedom, we
would still practice our faith in the way we believe we should. The banning of state sanctioned religion is a
very good thing (so stop trying to make yours state sanctioned through laws
based on faith).
Third, if
you want to be salt and light in your society, then do it by living the way
that Jesus would have us do so. Live by
the Spirit of God, in freedom. Allow God
to produce fruit in your lives, Church.
Be godly husbands; godly wives.
Be Christ-like parents and co-workers.
Love the Lord your God and love your neighbor, all the time, and in all
that you do. That’s how the Church will
change our society. If the Church was
being the Church, if Christians were acting like Jesus Christ, our society
would be completely different. As it is,
divorce rates in the Church are the same as those of the “pagans.” Time and time again, hotels report that the
number of pornographic movie rentals GREATLY increases whenever there is a
Christian convention in town. Pastors
are fired for corruption, sexual immorality, and laziness. Cars with IXTHUS fishes cut off, and their
drivers flip off just as many people as every other car on the road. Christians fight each other, and hate each
other and hate everyone else around them who disagree with them. And even if this isn’t true for you,
who believe in Christ, and even if it isn’t true at all, it IS how you, and I,
and all the rest of us are perceived. So
do something about it. But the fact is,
we are too busy trying to keep gays from getting married to realize that we are
living in just as much sin as they.
Hey, guess
what… if we get a law, banning gay civil unions, there will still be gay people
in this country. Since marriage is an
institution of the church, and the state isn’t really allowed to recognize any
establishment of religion, maybe nobody should get government perks for being
married. OR, since we don’t want to do
anything crazy like that, we should just continue in our faith that our
heterosexual marriage is between us and God, and our civil union is recognized
by the state. That way, the homosexuals
who may not believe that there is a God who is in the middle of their union
(and even those who do), can still get those perks from the government. You have your marriage between a man, a woman,
and God, as well as a state sanctioned civil union; and the gays can have a
state sanctioned civil union that does not threaten the sanctity of marriage
which we Christians hold so dear.
Jesus tells
us that we are to be good stewards of all of the blessings that he gives
us. This includes (but is not limited
to) our money, our talents, our spiritual gifts, our time, our stuff, and since
we live in a democratic (sort of) nation, even our opinion. We must be faithful with everything we
have. This nation expects that we the
people should vote keeping in mind liberty and justice for all. That is how you vote. Everyone should have equal protection, equal
freedom, and equal service under the law.
If this means that people in sin get perks, praise God, because you too
are not without sin. I stress again, you
cannot force or even expect non-Christians to live like Christians. So vote, and support your candidate, but
don’t you dare drag my transcendent, perfect, immortal God into your finite,
weak, democratic government.
Go and
change the world, be salt, be the light.
But do it through interpersonal relationships. Do it through love. Lead by example. Stop looking to Congress, or the Supreme
Court, or the President of the United States
to lead the nation into a moral society.
They are here to protect your freedom, not to make sure you (or your
neighbor) is a good person.
Peace be with you.
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| I'm signed up for 2 one-hour blocks for the 24/7 prayer movement on campus. I was a little apprehensive to do it, just because I'm so used to Johnson fads coming and going, and I didn't want this to be another one of those things that we did for a little while to make us feel good about ourselves, until the honeymoon period wore off and everyone forgot about it. However, several of my friends are involved in the leadership of this endeavor, and they talked me into doing it. So I signed up for 2am-3am on Friday and Saturday morning. Some people who sign up will tell you that, at first, praying for an hour is hard, and then it gets easier. This has not been the case for me. It was hard, and it still is. In fact, I have actually been finding myself feeling burdened to pray. I'm pretty sure that's a sign of some spiritual immaturity. Now here's the thing. I try to pray everyday. I talk to God when I'm walking to class, when I'm doing my daily devotions, sometimes I even talk to him when I'm pretending to pray over my food in the dining hall. I like to pray with my friends (especially Neil), I like to pray with my youth-group, and I LOVE to pray with homeless people, and people in jail. At 2 in the morning until 3, I feel like I'm just "babbling like a pagan," and I don't like it. It makes me feel like I'm not actually in love with Jesus.
Jesus: "Why don't you want to talk to me?" Michael: "Cuz I'm tired, and I feel like I'm forcing conversation." Jesus: "Well here, let me do the talking you just listen." Michael: *snore*
Now this isn't an indictment against the 24/7 movement, although I do disagree with the statement that "if we pray, God can do what he wants to do." God is God. He is Almighty, He doesn't need someone from every campus, church, or ministry praying 24/7 in order for him to do His will. But I do think that this movement is getting people more passionate about prayer, and God knows, this campus could use more passion about the right things. All that is to say, I don't think we need to feel pressured to pray for 24 hours seven days a week 365 days a year, and to feel like we are not being as devoted to God if we don't; but I do believe that God is producing some great spiritual fruit through all of this. I hope that this movement continues to give kids, teens, young adults, and old farts passion about prayer, but the minute that it takes the joy and personal devotion out of your prayer life, change something. God wants your heart, not your joyless sacrifice.
With all of the previous venting out of the way, I want to make clear that I will continue to pray ever Friday and Saturday morning from 2-3am, because I promised that I would. But for those of you out there that are feeling discouraged because their hour long block feels like a bad-date with Jesus: take heart, he still loves you; and you aren't the only one who feels like they're pulling teeth.
Peace be with you.
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| I went through a bunch of my past xanga entries last night. It's funny to think that I used to think that I was being so deep. I also used to think I was funny. I thought a lot of things... I'm supposed to graduate in 3 months. That's insane! I'm not sure it's going to happen at this point. Darn correspondence, just sitting there quietly, not reminding me about itself... I have been feeling so torn this year. I don't want to be here anymore. It's not that I don't love Johnson. I am who I am right now because of this school that we love to make fun of when the administration isn't paying attention. I couldn't be more grateful to God for sending me to this place. But, I don't belong here anymore. I must and shall finish my schooling here, but it is harder and harder to enjoy this place when there is real life calling me from the real world. It's funny, I always make fun of those brick walls that they built in honor of the Eubanks because they cost the school twenty-thousand dollars and they don't even keep anyone out.
But damned if they don't make you feel like you're locked in here sometimes. Again, don't mishear me. I love this place. JBC has become my home. But I've been going to school since 1990 with no break. It's time to go. It's time to grow up. It's time to go and make disciples of all the nations, teaching them all that Jesus commanded the Apostles, and baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. For this is my call. This is who I was made to be. I am a disciple of one Master, my Lord Jesus Christ. I had an amazing weekend. I went with seven others to Scottsburg, Indiana for a small mission trip. We worked in a warehouse that supplies water purifiers to missionaries in countries where there is little or no clean water. And then we prayed for prisoners in the Scott County Jail, followed by a youth group meeting, a Waffle House run, and a prayer walk through "that side of town." Neil and I agreed that this weekend was a definite spiritual revival for us. The conversations with he and Brent were incredibly therapeutic and spiritually uplifting. Brent felt like we ministered to him, but it was Neil and I who have been praying nonstop as we learn how to listen to what the Spirit is saying into our lives.
Intramural basketball is over (for my team, at least). I was pretty proud of our team overall. I'm just glad that we got to play as a hall Here's to hoping that I can find some people to shoot around with me for the rest of the semester. I think I need something to keep me sane, while I make a mad dash to get everything done in time for graduation.
Peace be with you.
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