Sunday, January 30, 2011

Stow or Throw?

 Just behind the front door is a shelf with coat pegs. It is very convenient when entering our home to remove one’s jacket and hang it up. It’s also a good place to put things on the shelf that I may wish to have sooner rather than later. The other things I put in the closet.

Just across the hall is my office that has a waste paper can. Of course, I don’t just throw paper in there; banana skins, wood shavings, paper, and any other thing that I no longer want resides in there until such time as I empty the can into a garbage bag and set it outside in the can where it is never to be seen again.

I suspect that you, too, have a convenient place to put things that you want to pick up again on the way out. Maybe it’s keys. Maybe it’s your wallet. Maybe it’s something that you are planning on taking but don’t want in your pocket/purse so others can find it, like a gift. Maybe it’s not a gift, but a sin.

Scripture tells us that Jesus offers His yoke in place of ours. We’re supposed to lie down our burden and pick up His. But if we keep putting our burden on the shelf instead of in the wastebasket, our life continues to be one of confusion as to which master we serve: the One of Righteousness or the one of death.

Take stock of your shelf. Keep the things you need, like the gifts, and put in the wastebasket the ones you have cherished for too long. And for Heaven’s sake, don’t put them in the closet!

30 Jan 2011
Warren Johnson

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Freedom or Independence?

The independent group of men gathered in a room the last evening of the 1996 Men in Ministry Conference and realized that the freedom to experience the conference had changed their lives. Many spoke of the changes that had started days or weeks earlier. It was time to take stock of themselves. Did they have the character necessary to fulfill their obligations? Did they possess the traits needed to bring forth the fruit of the seeds just sown?

A common trait began to surface among them. When first exposed, it appeared to be a very manly quality. It was a virtue upon which our county seemed to be founded. It was the primary character trait in the majority of our ancestors. The particular characteristic was so obvious that one might take it for granted. The name of that quality was independence!

One person saw a vision of a man in a round cage. It allowed the individual to move about freely, like those plastic balls gerbils use. However, it prohibited the man from interacting with others. It prohibited others from assisting him. The independence that separated the men was not virtuous. Once that particular interpretation was exposed, the group prayed for the breaking of that cage of independence. Henceforth, all of the individuals could benefit from the freedom of interacting with others.

So the question arises, “Why do we, as Americans, feel that independence is a state that we so desperately desire?” Like most words in our vocabulary, independence is defined by the worldview we possess. Perhaps we see the word written on the other side of our worldview window. Let’s look closer; on which side of the window did our forefathers write the word?

The history of the founding of the American colonies is filled with what appears to be independent souls searching out their destiny. Whether it is Columbus, the Pilgrims, or the Minutemen, each story gives the impression of individuals struggling for independence. But were they? Was Christobol Colon actually trying to be a non-dependent, or was he searching for a way to create a unique system on this earth whereby men could be dependent upon each other for their freedom? Did the Pilgrims go through all the trials leading up to the Mayflower landing just so that they could independently worship God? Did the Minutemen struggle, see their properties lost, fight and die all for the benefit of being independent? Or is there a different basis for this history?

If you look from the different perspective represented by this thought, then perhaps all of the preceding history of the U.S. falls into place. The covenanted Pilgrims, united for the glory of God, settled New England. The Cavaliers of Virginia settled Jamestown for the purpose of independent wealth. You can see why the survival rate of the Pilgrims far outpaced the survival of the Cavaliers. One group covenanted together for their freedom to worship God, the other group searched for ways to be more independent. Independence cost the Cavaliers twice as many lives.

When the Constitutional Convention convened in 1787 it was attended by a number of men well educated in law, rhetoric, and Christianity. They were willing to risk everything they owned to establish a country whose purpose it was, not to be founded upon independence, but upon freedom and liberty. They knew that no state could long survive being independent. The Federalist Papers gave a good account of all the problems associated with being independent states. The convention turned an ineffective document, the Articles of Confederation that governed 13 independent colonies, into one where the liberty of a united, free group of people would be served.

So where does independence lead us today? Are we such a proud and arrogant society that the freedom of covenanting together is unthinkable? Can we be accountable to each other, responsible for each other, subject to each other’s open love and care? Are we caught up in a world that has such a skew on life that understanding love, in a Godly sense, is impossible?

What influences can we attribute to this fall from freedom? Socialism has been increasing within our government. Has our dependence upon Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, and welfare left us with a feeling of independence, or dependence upon the government? Is that the freedom for which so many of our ancestors fought? Is this liberty? In a speech in Washington, D.C. on October 25, 1996 J. Steven Wilkins, author of America: The First 350 Years, a tape series, stated, “Liberty is not being able to do what the government tells us to do!”

If we base our freedom upon the misconception that people wanting to be independent founded our nation, then we miss a very large part of this country’s heritage. Because of the availability of freedom and liberty, a great many men and women have been able to do things that could not have been done elsewhere. Other people of the world look to America because the freedom, shining so brightly, gives them hope.

Be not deceived. The independent minded among us are typical of the men described in II Peter, Chapter 2. Those of us with such a mind that refuses to hear the truth will reap the benefits promised the unjust in this chapter. At verse 17: “These are wells without water, clouds that are carried with a tempest; to who the mist of darkness is reserved for ever. 18: For when they speak great swelling words of vanity, they allure through the lust of the flesh, through much wantonness, those that were clean escaped from them who live in error. 19: While they promise them liberty, they themselves are the servants of corruption for of whom a man is overcome, of the same is he brought in bondage.”

As we learn through Christ, our liberty and freedom are dependent forces granted when we covenant together for the righteous purpose of serving one another in God’s kingdom. When we serve God in this nation, dependent upon one another to fulfill His vision, our nation shines. When we once again become dependent upon God, we will be given all of the liberty and freedom that independent man will never know.

Copyright Oct 1996

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Star light, star bright

               It was dark that Friday, unseasonably so. Most people followed their usual pursuits. A few, however, were playing out roles that have been talked about for a long, long time. One in particular played such an important role that your three most asked for wishes could be fulfilled.
                For what do you wish? Are your wishes deeper than the materialistic possession of expensive items? Are what you wish for free? Does someone have to give them to you? Do you have the choice of receiving them, or not?  I cannot give them to you for they are not mine to give. However, I do have the choice to offer them to you. You have the choice of reaching out to accept what you will.
                The actions I take to present these choices to you aren’t selfish. They come from my heart, for I love you. However, I will not sacrifice my offspring that you understand better that love. That love is for you to find. Perhaps that is a wish of yours, to be loved unconditionally. Reach out to accept this, free.
                I have nothing to give you. Yet there is hope. Hope that your marriage will survive. Hope that your children will not die. Hope that the disagreement with your parents can be patched up. Hope that, no matter what you have done, you can begin anew from this day forward. Do you wish for hope? It is available, but only if you accept it.
                Have you wished for strife to leave? Have you been where you wish no one else would have to go? Do you wish for peace that you have been unable to find: peace of mind, peace of soul, peace of spirit? Perhaps you have searched for what the globe has to offer, and not yet been able to find true peace. The peace you desire is but a step away. To take that step is a choice that only you can make.
                There, I have offered you the three things that have been given to you from so long ago. I only found out about it when someone else showed me the way. Ponder this offer of love, hope, and peace. It has been given you by One who sacrificed His Son that you might have the desires of your heart. Should you choose to receive these gifts, reach out and accept them through the only One able to give them to you; the Son whose life was substituted for yours that you should not die, but have everlasting life. Jesus is His name. (John 3:16)
                Ponder this offer. Think of what the results might be. Will you not choose to accept what was willingly given to you? It could change your life.
                That’s my wish for you.

Warren Johnson
written Oct '99

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Snowflakes

Snowflakes

Well, it’s Sunday and I’m back from church. Pine tree is still there, by the way. It’s snowing lightly with wind gusts about 30 mph. That makes the gently falling snow go sideways, in case you needed a broader word picture.

Pastor spoke this week and last concerning his word – proximity to Jesus is everything – and the work angels are assigned in our lives. Jacob’s vision of the ladder with ascending and descending messengers from God seems to be directly focused on the presence of Jesus during His man life. He came to do the Father’s bidding and communicated with Him through prayer and receiving messages, likely from angels. Understand the triune Godhead this way, where God the Father tells the Son Jesus what to accomplish utilizing the angels to notify the Holy Spirit that lives within us. It is our chore to listen and obey.

I’m trying to listen.

Christians, I believe, will tell you that snow is a purifying thing and quote you the scripture “… cleanse my sins as white as snow.” It certainly covers up a lot of brown dirt and grasses this time of year.

But I also think that there are a number of people who experience snow in a different light. I’m hearing from my niece in North Carolina that having more snow build up now means that they will have to make up a school day later in the year when the weather is more enticing. More snow… more problems.

So, what if you look at snow like each little flake is just one of those little sins? See, a little snow, being white and covering up the bad experiences with a pureness that looks good and that can be tolerated? Ask New York City residents about what happens when it piles up! I heard a couple days ago that it costs the city one million dollars an inch to clean up.

So, while we walk through life committing those little sins in life, not much happens on that day or moment in time. But when we practice those things over and over, when we do them day-by-day, when we don’t call in the plows to move that junk out of the way of traveling the narrow path, those little snowflakes can bind us in our misery for a very long time.

Pastor read in Zechariah that when the angel of God is near, at his right hand stands Satan to counter the angel’s influence. You can bet that the more snowflakes you let pile up, the more influence the “other” messenger in your life loves it. Don’t let it pile up to the point where you have to have a make up day. Let Jesus be your purification, not snowflakes.

Warren A Johnson
09 Jan 2011

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Pencils and other implements

Did you ever get one of those cheap mechanical pencils where you push the top eraser thing like a button and the lead drops down? Lots of little leads in those pencils; you can hear them rattle around when you shake the pencil. Trouble is the lead breaks about the time you get serious trying to write something down. Can’t blame the manufacturer though! You bought the thing (and I’ll bet you’ll buy them again).

Pencils have been around longer than most realize. Remember those cuneiform tablets with all the ancient wisdom written down on clay couple hundred million years ago? As I remember it (no not because I was there), when you look at the images they are all made up of some combination of the same symbol over and over – a wedge shape triangle. Now to my thinking, that was made by a pencil. You know, a little hand held stick with a carved wedge on the end. All the writer had to do was spin that pencil around to line up the wedge and off he goes poking that pencil deep into the clay, documenting all the important facts of life at the time. Bet you that he didn’t need a pocket full of those pencils.

Man has found a bazillion things to document over the years: the earth is flat, the earth is round, the sun goes around the earth, the earth goes around the sun, my property contains 10 acres, my property contains precisely 7.34 acres. What’s amazing is that every time I think about how, when and why things were documented, there’s always a suspicion that either it’s wrong or it’s soon to be proven wrong.

Then I think of scripture from the Holy Bible. Man, those guys were linked in, to coin a phrase. And God separated the dark from the light and called the dark night and the day light… I’ll bet you didn’t know that astrophysicists in today’s scientific community, when they boil down all their knowledge to something that you can repeat without 14 doctorate degrees, say “The universe is made up of stars and black holes.” Funny, they can’t prove scripture wrong.

Then along comes Jesus. Holy cow, I mean scripture’s been talking about this guy for 7,000 years – over 250 prophesies of who, what, when and where – and come today, not one piece of evidence that alters the facts of His life, death or resurrection! Probably won’t see any, either.

Believers don’t have a big issue with stories like the floating ax head, the deluge, the confounding of tongues, or the resurrection. But where would we be if someone didn’t take the time to write it down. Maybe the Hebrews moved to using brushes for calligraphy because the little triangle pencil thing wasn’t fun anymore. Maybe it’s because they invented paper (well, maybe the Chinese, anyway).

By all accounts, the scripture are complete. The story hasn’t changed; the promise is still there; God loves you. Scripture tells us not to add to it or take away from it. But it also says that we will overcome evil by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. So, I write with this non-typewriter in hopes that you will learn the truth, and that it sets you free, even from some little skinny pencil lead.

Warren Johnson
08 Jan 2011

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

lights on the dash

In this era of automobile technology, we are being trained to be ignorant of the basics of mechanics by the appearance of certain illumination devices on our dashboards, more colloquially known as idiot lights. Now, I don’t mind having such things available to those who need them, but when they appear, there should be good reason for it. Take for instance the ubiquitous Tire Pressure Monitoring System light, otherwise known as TPMS (no, not the kind that some women suffer). And right along with that is the rather demanding icon that looks like the cross section of a tire with an exclamation point in the center. Both of these items currently remain on in my vehicle even though the garage has put them out several times and have no answer as to why they keep coming on. Between those two, the bright light indicator and the check engine light, there is little need to turn on the dome light. It does, however, make it difficult for these old eyes to see out of the windshield at night.

Thinking deeper about this anomaly of my vehicle it occurs to me that the tire pressure may be low. “What,” you say, “you didn’t check the air pressure?” Oh, yes, I did indeed check the tire pressure. They remain at the recommended inflation pressure. But I do find an additional reason for these lights to be in the forefront of my mind, so to speak.

You see, I think that God may be indicating to me that I don’t have idiot lights.

It’s fairly common knowledge that when a tire goes flat, with no air to support it, there can be extensive damage done to the sidewalls of the tire. Drive the car far enough or fast enough with such air loss and you not only ruin the tire, but can also end up in a severe crash. Your life could be endangered!

Ahh, there it is. God’s message, plain and simple. If you aren’t inflated with enough of the Holy Spirit, you are traveling on borrowed time. Your life is in danger! You don’t have an internal alarm system that will make your eyes shine. In fact, once you die because you ran too far too fast away from Him, there is no do over. Unless you have a really good friend who will call you an idiot, point out your deficiency, and lead you back to base your lights will never come on again.

Take the time now to do a maintenance check. Pray the Holy Spirit into you; release Him to put you up to proper pressure, and sit back and enjoy the ride to the Mansion on the Hill! Ban idiot lights forever.


Warren A. Johnson
04 Jan 2010

Pinaceae Pinus Strobus

Pinaceae Pinus Strobus. You may know it as a white pine. From within our church in the mountains this one tree predominates the view when looking over the eighteen foot long painting behind the pulpit. It’s what I see when I want to raise my eyes past the distractions of other worshipers. Today that tree drew me closer to Jesus.

The Kingdom of God is an organic one and its story relates beautifully through the scriptures as they talk about seasons. This 60 to 75 year old softwood has seen its seasons, yet to most observers it remains evergreen. We all encounter seasons, even the most righteous amongst us. Like the white pine, we can’t help but display rusty needles when that season comes even if those needles are somewhat obscured by all the green ones.

After a summer’s worth of growth through all types of calamities including draught, flood, hail and wind, the white pine cones begin to expand and pop open, sending seeds spread for stratification (a process that prepares the seeds for germination without which they would be of no use to regenerate) on the ground throughout the winter months. The cones, once they have discharged their fare, fall to the ground and offer another source of organic material to add nutrients to the soil. So, even in death, there occurs a purpose under heaven.

At the beginning of the next season of warmth and moisture, these seeds germinate and create new seedlings, all the more to be used for browse by the deer as they, too, look for new nourishment in the spring of their lives.

The tree teaches me that no matter where I live in relation to God, it is a season that will pass. Not all the calamity of life is random. There is often a God-purpose to it. Even though I think my seed is dying, it springs back in its season to offer fodder to some creature never thought of in the seed’s past life. I look up every Son-day and realize that this pine points the way with its conical shape to a heaven ruled by Jesus. And if one day the tree should fall, there will be countless seeds bearing the fruit necessary so that we never forget which way to look for God.

Warren Johnson
02 Jan 2011