Week 16 2013 Hospitals, Caskets, and Life?!

We made our way into Batesville, Indiana this week.  Both the Batesville Casket Company and the Hill-Rom hospital bed manufacturer are headquartered in this town.  I was amazed at the size of the Batesville Casket Company’s manufacturing site.  It is enormous!  As part of my constant practice of taking pictures wherever we travel, of things and sights I find interesting, I took some pictures of this facility.  Una was not nearly as impressed as I was.  In fact, she thought it downright silly that I would waste my time taking pictures of something so ghoulish as a casket factory.  She explained that as she is getting older, the thought of dying is not very pleasant.  Talking about graves and caskets and funerals make her a little uneasy.  Death is just not a very pleasant subject for her these days.  Imagine that!

Of course, I’m being a little facetious.  However, when I place these two manufacturing plants in one place I find it difficult to not reflect on our mortality.  In the early seventies one of my psychology professors made the statement that death is a part of life, and that we simply can’t go through life without experiencing death, that there has only been one person that he has known of who has gone through life without experiencing death.  Therefore, since death is an inevitable part of life, should we not be able to openly discuss it without fear or anxiety?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  I suppose it depends the value you place on life, or the faith you have in the afterlife.  Yet, I am convinced that death is a personal matter.  It isn’t a shared experience.  We must face it alone.  Oh, sure, a loved one can hold our hand while we expire.  But, to actually experience death is left to the one who is dying.

Scripture tells us that our life is but a vapor.  We are here today and on the morrow we are no more.  While it is true that in the scope of eternity our earthly existence is minuscule, but in our finite state, this short life is all we know.  Life, then, takes on extreme significance.  What do we do with these numbered years?  How do we maximize their effectiveness?  During our earthly years we have few boundaries.  We live life large, so to speak.  Our bodies are not confined to a two by six-foot box.  What about our spirits?  Do we live as large in the spirit?  Are there spiritual boundaries?  I’m pretty sure that our spirits are not confined to a coffin when we die.

I don’t have the answers.  I’m just supplying the questions for your consideration.  Hospital beds and caskets remind us of our mortality.  As for me, I would rather be reminded of my immortality.  For this to take place, I must be assured that my spirit does not, will not, experience sickness and dying.  With this knowledge, the thought of death doesn’t really concern me.  It seems to me that it is just necessary portal to a much fuller life in the spirit.

Week 15 2013 I’m a Travelin’ Man

Do you remember that old Ricky Nelson tune, “Travelin’ Man?”  You probably do if you are a baby boomer.  It’s a catchy little tune that speaks of a man who travels the world, leaving a different girl in each port.  That was the mantra for the worldly man of that period.  Unfortunately, the relationships were one-sided.  The double-standard was that if was alright for a man to have multiple women in his life, while it was shameful for a woman to do the same with men.  In fact, such a man was supposedly sought after by women.  However, if a woman demonstrated such voyeurism she was rejected.  Such attitudes gave rise to Hugh Hefner’s Playboy magazine and others of the same ilk.

The feminist movement changed everything.  Women are no longer held to that old double-standard, or are they?  While it is true that the modern woman can now have as many men as she wants with very little shame, she is still being exploited by the very same chauvinistic views that once held her down several decades ago.  The flaw in fixing the double-standard was in women adopting the darker side of man for themselves, instead of demanding that men turn from their sinful way of living to the wholesome manner God intended.  Instead of exalting those who would have multiple partners, we should be honoring those who are strong enough to stay with one for life.  For women and men to be truly liberated, we need to lift one another out of the miry filth of public exhibition.  We should demand that our mates, be they male or female, reserve themselves for marriage where we can honor one another, without exploiting that which could be beautiful by making it ugly and cheap.

Rather than being a travelin’ man, leaving a different woman in every port, I choose to be a travelin’ man, sharing different memories with the one I love.  The rewards are greater and the memories richer.  We honor each other, and we honor our Lord, when choose to take this path instead of the one that depends on denigrating another.

“Enjoy life with your wife, whom you love, all the days of this meaningless life that God has given you under the sun—all your meaningless days. For this is your lot in life and in your toilsome labor under the sun.”  Ecclesiastes 9:9

Week 14 2013 Dream Car

I have several “dream” cars, that is, cars that I would love to own.  For instance, a 1957 Ford Thunderbird, or a 1956 Chevy Nomad or two-door hardtop Belair.  Although a purest at heart, if I could have it my way, the dream car would look completely stock, with a modern paint job, nice rims and tires.  However, the running gear would be converted to modern Toyota.  With a car built this way, I could have the best of all worlds.  It would be a classic American beauty, with the reliability of Japanese technology, the safety of updated systems, and the comfort found in today’s vehicles.  Alas, since I am not a mechanic, and I have no experience in building a car, I would have to have all the work done by others.  Thus, my dream car would probably be a very expensive venture.  However, as my wife is always reminding me, dreams are free.

While dreaming of cars, I suddenly realized that my dream has been reflected in my life.  The Master Mechanic took my shell, replaced the old parts with new ones, making me a more reliable version of what I once was.  He took what was there, and transformed it into His “dream” version.  Outwardly, I am still the classic me.  He placed Christ in me.  Thus, I am no longer the rusty bucket of bolts I was when He found me.  I have been made new, in His image.  What He has formed will last through eternity, and shine like the stars of heaven!  The cost was great.  It required the sacrifice of His only begotten Son.  However, the dream is no longer a dream.  It is reality.  Praise God!

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”  (2 Corinthians 5:17

Week 13 2013 Forgiven

Before Christ I was a very sinful man.  I lead a very dark life, pursuing self-interests that often hurt others, both those I loved and those I hardly knew.  My conduct wasn’t malicious.  It was never my intent to hurt anyone.  In fact, even in this sinful state, I thought I was living by the “Golden Rule,” do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  Looking back on it, I was self-deluded.  I would never have wanted family, friends, and acquaintances to treat me as I had treated them.  My sinful behavior was nothing but destructive, hurting others and myself.  I wasn’t completely evil.  There was a positive side to my being, just as there is in everyone else. My pursuit of self-gratification was actually not very gratifying.  Ultimately, my sin brought short-lived, temporary, shallow satisfaction.  At the time, I didn’t realize how much I was missing by avoiding sin instead of pursuing sin.  I only came to see this after I came to the Lord.

At the age of twenty-seven I decided to follow Jesus.  The decision was a scary choice for me, because I didn’t know what life would be like on the other side of that decision.  Furthermore, I knew that once I made that decision, I could never turn back.  This would be a lifelong commitment.  Had I known how wonderful life in the Lord would be, I would not have been frightened.  After accepting Jesus as my Lord and Savior, He forgave all my sin – past, present, and future.  It took awhile for me to realize it, but He also removed the guilt for these sins.  He paid the only price that could possibly atone for my sins and guilt.  His death, burial, and resurrection set me free from the bondage of sin, releasing me from the chains of the law, providing an abundant life through Him.  This life has been more fulfilling, providing greater satisfaction, gratifying body, soul, and spirit in ways I never dreamed of in my former life.  The only thing I had to give up was the shallow, self-deceptive, sins of which I had been engaged.  The only down side is one that I would have suffered no matter what, the consequences of my sin.  There are scars from the healed wounds, relationships that were harmed and are still less than what they could have been.  Yet, the affects of my sinful activity have been diminished because of my transformed life.

“Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God?  Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.  And that is what some of you were.  But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.”  1 Corinthians 6:9-11

I once was lost in sin, but now I am forgiven.  This is a gift that is offered to anyone who will accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior.  If you are reading this, and you haven’t made that decision, let me encourage you to do so today.  There is no sin that cannot be forgiven by the Lord, and your life in Him will be greater than you can possibly imagine!

Week 12 2013 Responsibility

About a week ago I flew from Florida to California.  This was not a pleasure trip, though there have been pleasurable experiences.  No, this was a trip to take care of our storage shed.  Our daughter has graciously allowed us to place our shed in her backyard for nearly four years.  But, now she is moving, so the shed has to move as well.  So, I came to take care of the project.  We know that our daughter and her husband would have taken care of it, but our shed is not their responsibility – it’s ours.  As such, I felt an obligation to move it to another location.  This was no small feat!  It required the filling up of a Ford Crown Victoria, with only enough room left for the driver, twice, and two trips with my friends pick-up truck – not to mention that my friend, Ben, and I spent several hours dismantling and reassembling the shed.  But, we got ‘er done, and I will rejoin my bride Wednesday morning in Florida.  Praise God!

This venture got me to thinking about how often we tend to shirk our responsibilities.  It would have been so much easier for me to have let Shannon and Stephen take care of the shed.  And, as stated earlier, they would have done so.  If we look hard enough, we can always find someone who will take care of our responsibilities.  Our welfare rolls are full of people who are depending on the government to take care of their responsibilities.  That is not to say that there aren’t legitimate cases of need where people are unable and need the help.  But, there are many who are able and are simply content to push it off on the taxpayers.  I once had a student who said, “Mr. Keen, I don’t need to know how to read.  I’m just gonna grow up and be on welfare.”  Where did he learn that piece of wisdom?

What about those who are quick to make excuses, passing the blame for their poor decisions on to someone else, instead of taking responsibility for their own choices?  Our prisons are full of these kind, those who blame a bad childhood for the way they turned out.  Unfortunate circumstances come into a lot of lives.  We can’t choose our parents, and some people should not be parents.  Many people grow up in less than charmed households.  Some have poor school teachers and role models.  However, there comes a point in life when we must accept responsibility for our own lives.  It is much better to overcome life’s circumstances than to be overcome by those same circumstances.  Furthermore, it is within our grasp to do so!  There are very few people who are unable to overcome.  And, for these, it is our responsibility to help them.

There is hardly a week that goes by without some news story about someone who has overcome some tragedy in their life.  Conversely, there is also hardly a week without some story of someone who has allowed their circumstances to dictate the evil they have committed.  We need to be teaching responsibility to our young.  The hope for the future of our nation depends upon them learning this valuable character trait.  It isn’t always easy to be responsible, but it is always necessary.  The benefits far outweigh the inconvenience.

Week 11 2013 Passion

What is your passion?  Oh, I know that people often associate romance with this word, but I think it is so much more than a romantic interlude.  I have many passions, but only one is romantic, and I’ve joyfully shared that passion with my bride for more than thirty-seven years.  However, there are other people, places, activities, and things that I am passionate about.  For instance, my current hobby, turning wood, is something that I am passionate about.  I spend hours working on a pen, bottle stopper, stylus, eggoscope, or bowl.  It is enjoyable, creative, and it diverts my attention away from my chronic pain.  If you follow me on Facebook you have seen much of what has come from this passion.

Una and I are passionate about our travels.  We live in such a fascinating country!  As we make our way from one destination to another, we are reminded of how blessed we are to live in America.  God has truly blessed this great nation!  We are often asked where our favorite destination is.  And, our answer is always the same – we aren’t sure.  There is beauty everywhere we go, and the people we meet are just so special, they warm our hearts.  Of course, we try to follow the weather, avoiding extreme heat or cold.  But, we have still experienced snow in late May, and humid heat in January.  However, we take it as it comes as we continue to travel and enjoy.

Another of my passions is my family.  My children, grandchildren, and their families mean a great deal to me.  I am so passionate about my family that I would do anything to keep from hurting any of them, or preventing them from being hurt, if it is within my power to do so.  Yet, they are sometimes hurt.  Unfortunately, that pain can unwittingly come from me or others they love.  It seems that the nature of relationships is such that we sometimes hurt each other.  The really wonderful thing about familial relationships is that our shared love is generally strong enough to help us through the pain of a misunderstanding or unintentional hurt.  Primarily, because we share this passion for family.

Friendships are much like familial relationships, often being as strong or stronger.  I have friends with whom I have shared more years of my life than many of my family members.  Our joint memories offer a commonality that is difficult to duplicate.  Those that I have laughed and cried with, going through the valleys and peaks of life, are friends that I hold on to passionately.  These are ones that I would give my life for as quickly and easily as I would for my family.  Most of my deep friendships are those with whom I share a common faith in the Lord.  Yet, there are few who are outside God’s saving grace for whom I am in constant prayer.  Because, you see, those relationships with which I am passionate about are ones that I hope to carry on throughout eternity.  Which leads to that which is probably my greatest passion.

I came to the Lord about thirty-six years ago.  I know that many people remember the exact day they entered into a saving relationship with Christ.  I don’t.  I just remember being scared.  Oh, I had known that God existed and that the church was where believers gathered.  In fact, I had often gathered together with those believers.  However, I had never had a relationship with Jesus Christ.  The relationships I had had with churches were not pretty.  But, I recognized that there was a difference between that kind of relationship and a personal relationship with God.  I also knew that if I were to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior that it would involve a lifetime commitment.  I knew that once that step was taken I could never turn back.  Not knowing what was on the other side of that step is what scared me.  Yet, as scared as I was, I had a suspicion that it was not only the right thing to do, but that it was essential.  So, with trepidation, I made the decision to follow Jesus, and I did so with great passion.  Had I known before I made that step how wonderful life in Christ would be, I would not have been afraid.  My view of the church has pretty much remained the same.  As an institution, the church is still just as ugly as it was before I was a Christian.  The divisions, hypocrisy, and hatred demonstrated by many who represent the church is just as unappealing as it was then.  However, because I have this passion for Christ, I now see the church as His bride.  He is clothing her in His righteousness, and she isn’t fully clothed yet.  In her earthly state she is clothed in rags.  But, some day He is going to return.  When He does, He will replace those rags with His righteousness, and she will be more beautiful than any of us can imagine!

So, yes, I am passionate about the Lord and His church.  With what life I have left I will seek to bring as many lost souls as I can to the Lord.  And, it is my prayer that the church will continue to move toward unity, demonstrating the love of Christ to each other and to the world.  It is my prayer that we will have a passion for those who are brokenhearted, downtrodden, and taken captive by sin.  Jesus felt that we were worth dying for, even though I often wonder why, so I hope to share in His passion.  Along with the promised eternal life, it has been my experience that life here on earth has just been that much sweeter having the freedom that can only be found in the Lord!  I have had people ask me how I would feel if when I die there is no God or heaven?  Well, first of all, if that happened I have to ask if I would know it?  Secondly, if that were the case, I would have no complaints, because my life as a Christian has been so much fuller than it was when I wasn’t a Christian.  Thus, my passionate life in the Lord is a win win proposition!

Week 10 2013 The Rest of the Story

Noah was nearly the only righteous person God could find in his time.  He built an ark and saved creation for a new start.  Abraham fathered a nation.  Moses led the people out of bondage and delivered the law.  David was a man after God’s own heart.  He was such a great king that Jesus is referred to as the Son of David.  Solomon was the wisest man who ever lived, outside of the Lord.  A Samaritan woman led a whole town to Jesus.  Peter was given the keys to the kingdom and established the church.  Paul wrote more books of the New Testament than any other and he brought the gospel to the Gentiles.  An amazing roll call of saints!  Right?

Now, as Paul Harvey would say, the rest of the story.  Noah had a drinking problem.  Abraham fathered a son with his servant.  Moses murdered an Egyptian.  David committed adultery and murder.  Solomon practiced polygamy like no other.  The Samaritan woman had been married five times and was shacking up with a man when Jesus met her.  Peter was a hot-tempered fisherman who cut a man’s ear off.  Paul persecuted the church and consented to the murder of Stephen.  Wow!

It isn’t really amazing that God can use anyone for His purposes.  However, it is amazing that He does.  It is doubtful that many of our church leaders would use people with this type of baggage.  We would welcome them into our churches and allow them to serve, but lead?  Probably not.  It’s a shame that we fail to recognize the value of a hurting person, someone who has experienced the failings of a fallen world and come out of the darkness into the light of the Lord.

I have been asked to write a book about my life.  Some people think that I have lived an interesting life and that I should share it with others.  The most difficult part in the project is writing about my life before Jesus.  I feel I could echo Paul in saying that I am the chief of sinners.  There is much in that prior life that I am not proud of, and I’m not quite sure that I’m ready to bare my soul.  However, my supporters assure me that my past makes my life in the Lord shine that much brighter.  I wonder.  As I write my memoirs, should I include the rest of the story?