Author: Allan (Page 329 of 492)

Peace, Perfect Peace

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” ~John 14:27

As children of God and followers of his Christ, we have access to a peace that is unlike any kind of peace the world might promise or provide. The peace of Jesus really is an inner peace that surpasses all understanding. And it’s in us. It’s best described by using the Hebrew idea of shalom: the perfect, harmonious interdependence among all the parts of creation. This kind of peace, which I believe is exactly what Jesus promises to his disciples, is never defined negatively by Jews. Peace is not the absence of trouble or hostility. It means absolute wholeness. It’s physical, psychological, mental, emotional, spiritual wholeness. Completeness. Head to toe, inside and out. Wholeness in our relationships with God and man, in our families and neighborhoods, in our jobs and recreation, with our health and finances. That’s true peace. A full, harmonious, joyful, flourishing life.

The world’s expression of peace is a wish or a longing. The peace of Christ is real and present. And we possess that peace today.

It’s not a self-satisfied peace that ignores suffering. It’s a compassionate peace that longs for God’s shalom to be present with everyone and works hard to bring that about.

Christ leaves us to be with the Father and sends us the Advocate, the Holy Spirit. And that constant presence of God, that guidance and comfort, direction and conviction, allows us to be at perfect peace with our Lord and his creation any place at any time. It doesn’t matter if we’re locked in a prison cell or in a frustrating marriage, whether we’re trapped in a bad job or a sick body. Jesus promises us that we are not alone. He is continually with us by his Spirit. And the everlasting gift of his Spirit that we experience even today is peace. Perfect peace.

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After winning their first two games by a combined score of 104-15, our Amarillo High School Sandies football team is ranked #6 in the state of Texas by the AP poll this week and #11 by the Harris. It’s the first time in twenty years AHS has been rated this high and everybody around here’s got a little touch of the Sandies Fever.

A true measure of the potential of this year’s team comes tonight in Wichita Falls against the Raiders of Rider High. Rider is ranked #5 in the Harris Poll and #1 in the state in PigskinPrep. They’re coming off a very impressive road win over Denton Ryan. They’ve got a running back who’s already committed to Ohio State. And they also throw the ball all over the place to five very talented receivers.

Last year’s game, here at Bivins Stadium, went down to the wire. Ryan Sluder caught a four-yard touchdown pass on fourth and goal with just over a minute to play to beat the Raiders 27-24. And Sluder has picked up right where he left off, already catching eight balls for three scores in the Sandies’ first two games this season.

In the interest of full disclosure, I actually worked in Wichita Falls for six months in 1999, during our painful, but necessary, transition from Memphis sports radio to Dallas sports radio. One of my many jobs at 990AM in Wichita Falls was play-by-play for the Rider Raiders football team. So, I’m familiar with Memorial Stadium. I know what “ROHO” stands for. And I know how to spell Rhudy Maskew.

This is going to be fun.

FYI: if you’re arriving late to the game or leaving early, the Sandies and Raiders will be broadcast in Wichita Falls on 103.9 FM. 990AM bit the dust a long time ago.

Blow, Sand, Blow!

Allan

We’re Not Alone

Since our sins first separated us from our God, he has longed to live with us again. His covenant with us communicates our Father’s desire for intimate relationship with his people. From the Law (“I will walk among you and be your God, and you will be my people.” Leviticus 26:12) and the Prophets (“My dwelling place will be with them; I will be their God and they will be my people.” Ezekiel 37:27) to the New Testament (“I will live with them and walk among them.” 2 Corinthians 6:16) through the end of time (“Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them.” Revelation 21:3),  the promise is that God will live with us.

The gift of God’s Holy Spirit is the ultimate fulfillment of those great covenant promises. God not only lives with his children, he actually dwells inside us! It doesn’t get any more intimate than that!

It’s Christ’s greatest gift to us as we wait for his triumphant return: the power of his actual presence inside us. God’s Holy Spirit is alive and powerful and real. He’s very real. And he lives inside all of us who confess Jesus as Lord and put our faith for salvation in God through Christ. The Holy Spirit lives within and moves about and works through the Church. And that actually scares some of us. That makes some of us nervous. Some of us might think we talk too much about the Holy Spirit or we rely too much on the Holy Spirit. Some of us are leery of that.

But those worries are unfounded. There is no need to be concerned. This is our heavenly Father we’re talking about. The One who is motivated solely by his great love for us. The One who acts only in our best interests.

Jesus promises around the dinner table on that last night to send the Spirit of Truth. And that is a wonderful blessing! Christ gives us the actual presence of God. He gives us unbridled access to the Father. For us, the presence of God is not an elusive thing way off in the clouds somewhere. It’s not to be sought at the top of a shaking and smoking mountain. It’s not hiding away in a faraway chapel or ancient church building on the other side of the world. God’s Spirit is not above us or beside us. He’s within us. He lives inside us. It doesn’t get any more relational or personal than that.

Peace,

Allan

 

You Make Me Great

“You give me your shield of victory,
and your right hand sustains me;
you stoop down to make me great.”
~Psalm 18:35

I get disappointed in myself pretty often. It’s easy when you stumble as much as I do. It’s easy when things you say and do and think don’t always reflect the glory of God. I feel overwhelmed at times. It’s easy when you’re the preacher for a huge church and feel the weight of others’ expectations which, by the way, aren’t nearly as heavy as the expectations I have for myself. I can experience real periods of self doubt. It’s easy when you’re criticized by others. It’s easy when your plans and strategies don’t work out the way you envision.

I don’t always feel great. Maybe you don’t, either.

But, we are great. We are VERY great!

The Creator of Heaven and Earth has condescended to us. He’s come down to us. He put on our flesh and he took on our sin. He has chosen to live inside us. He makes us great!

We are great because we are chosen by God to belong to him and to be his children. We are great because we are empowered by his Spirit to stand strong and be victorious in our battles against Satan. We are great because we wear his name. We live in a righteous relationship with him. Because of Christ’s work on the cross and the Spirit’s work at that garden tomb, we are seen by our Father as perfect. Perfect! Great!

God stoops down to make us great.

So, go do something great today. Do something really great. Something big. Something powerful. Something that reflects the glory of God and his Kingdom. Something that matters, that will really matter for all eternity. It’s in you. You’re great, you know?

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I was amused a couple of weeks ago when the local television station here aired a story previewing the Amarillo City Commission’s consideration of a city wide ban on driving while talking on a hand-held phone. The recommendation had been made by the city traffic commission and the city council was prepared to approve it. Pretty soon, the reporter predicted, we won’t be able to hold a phone and drive on any Amarillo streets or highways. And the notion of such a ban was lauded, not only by those quoted in the story, but by the reporter herself. That story was followed immediately by news that concealed handgun permits are easier to get in Texas than in any other state and that permit holders in Texas can get handgum permits from other states just by going on-line and answering a couple of questions.

Priorities, huh?

The Amarillo city commission made it official last night, voting 4-1 to approve a city wide ban on cell phone use while driving.

Most researchers will tell you that tuning the car stereo or changing out a CD is much more dangerous than talking on a phone. Eating while driving and having conversations with other people in the same vehicle are also higher up on the lists of driving distractions that cause accidents than cell phone use. I was on my way to Whataburger this afternoon, reading the article on the front page of today’s newspaper, while driving, when a police officer pulled up beside me. And the absurdity of the whole situation struck me: it’s OK for me to read the paper while I drive, but not OK to talk on the phone. It’s fine for me to eat a loaded cheeseburger while driving, balancing the ketchup on my knee and the 44-ounce drink between my legs, steering with my elbows while playing UNO with my kids in the backseat; but it’s against the law for me to talk on the phone.

There’s not much logic involved with this decision, right?

Even the city leaders who are voting on this aren’t certain as to why they’re approving the ban. A city traffic commissioner is quoted in today’s article as admitting that studies on driving with hand-held devices are inconclusive. “It’s very difficult to prove,” he says. “What we see day to day… that’s what I’m basing my thinking on.” A city council member is quoted in the same story as admitting that there’s no way to test whether bans on texting or talking while driving will have any impact on roadway safety. But she voted for the ban anyway. Mayor Harpole has attempted to restore sanity to the process by pressing for a ban on texting but letting city residents decide the talking issue at the ballot box in May. But it got nowhere. There’s way too much publicity right now, way too much hype, too much pressure to outlaw cell phones.

Doing something — anything! — even if it’s the wrong thing seems to be preferable to doing nothing.

The mandatory second reading of the ordinance and vote, which is only a formality now, will take place next Tuesday. The signs will go up and the $500 fine will go into effect before the end of the year.

Go ahead and put on your makeup! Shave your beard! Eat your lunch! Read your horoscope! Pop in a CD and light up another cigarette! Most researchers say all those things are much more dangerous behind the wheel than talking on the phone. But those researchers don’t have the vote.

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On a much more positive note, the Texas Rangers magic number is 19! The Rangers are any combination of Texas wins and Oakland losses that equals 19 away from their third consecutive AL West title. The division lead is down to just three games over the A’s, the slimmist margin they’ve held since before the All Star break. And the Rangers do play the A’s seven times in the last ten days of the season. So, unlike the past two years, this one is definitely going to still be up for grabs heading into the season’s final week. But, I’m confident enough to start an official countdown to the crown without worrying about jinxing the team. The number is 19! And counting!

Peace,

Allan

Happy Birthday, Carley

You’re my youngest daughter and you turn thirteen today. Our baby is a teenager. And while you’re tall and beautiful, smart and funny, using makeup now and wearing Beatles T-shirts, I still see you most of the time as my tiny little bear. You know that’s true. Are you really thirteen? Is that even possible?

I love everything about you, Carley. I love everything about what you have become over the past thirteen years and what you are becoming right before our eyes. I love it that you love Raiders of the Lost Ark and It’s a Wonderful Life. I love that you love Aerosmith and hate Justin Bieber. You think it’s cool to have an electric guitar in your room and a circle whale on your bed. I love that. You appreciate good humor. Nothing gets by you or goes over your head. I love your sarcasm and your puns and that funny little thing you do with your eyes and your mouth to note a moment of irony. It reminds me so much of your Uncle Keith. You look just like him when you do that. I love how you finish my sentences while I’m preaching. And I love how you refuse to go to bed until I’ve properly scratched your back during the “night-night hug.”

I love that you’re the life of the party with your silly friends. I love that you’re the organizer, the planner, the instigator. I love that you love being with them so much of the time. You’re a great friend, Carley. You worry about your friends and you’re sensitive to their feelings. You’re caring and giving. I love that.

I love that you’re so smart and supremely talented. Your drawings never cease to take my breath away. Like yesterday when I watched you sketching out those models so you could encourage your mom in her fashion design class. It blows me away how effortlessly you do the coolest things.

I love that you’re always in the mood to chase and be chased around the house, that you are always a threat to jump on my back from anywhere on our property, and that your punch packs a pretty good wallop. What I used to call your “tiny fists of fury” are now formidable weapons to be feared. I love the way that keeps me on my toes.

I love listening to you pray, Carley. I love the way you talk to our God. So conversational. So matter of fact. So grateful and reverent. So focused on him and on others, not yourself. I learn about your heart by listening to you pray at night. And I love what that reveals to me about what God’s Holy Spirit is doing with you. You are a child of God. You belong to him. And he’s using you in wonderful ways to reflect his glory and reveal himself to others. I love that.

Honestly, there’s a part of me that doesn’t like seeing you grow up. You’re my last one. I look at pictures of you from ten and eleven years ago — even five and six years ago! — and I miss that little tiny bear. I sometimes wish you were still waddling around with that nasty polka dotted blanket, shrieking to get your way, refusing to be left alone, delighting in Veggie Tales, and endangering life and limb with all that climbing. But the bigger part of me thrills in watching you become this beautiful woman of God. I’m beside myself with anticipation over what our Lord is going to do with you, how he’s going to use you to bless his people and advance his Kingdom. He’s given you so many wonderful abilities and gifts. He’s blessed you, Carley. And he’s doing something really special and eternal, something huge and everlasting in you. I love that.

Happy Birthday, Bear. I love you.

Dad

Not The Same

A cold front has blown in today. The winds are raging at 40+ miles per hour, the temperatures are falling well into the 70s, and it feels like the end of summer. We can hear the Amarillo High School band practice in the mornings from the parking lot two blocks east of our house. We’ll be packing sweatshirts when we pile into the van late this afternoon for what has become in a short amount of time a Friday night tradition for us here of tailgating and Sandies football. And tonight’s game is the one we all look forward to. This is the big one: Amarillo High versus Tascosa. Tonight marks the 55th consecutive year of this showcase matchup between cross-town rivals. A few houses and cars around the city have been egged this week, which is typical of Hell Week (that’s “Spirit Week” for the more politically correct among us). And with Carrie-Anne teaching now at Tascosa, we’ve had our own back and forth trash-talking inside our house divided.

But it’s just not the same.

The Sandies and the Rebels, for the first time ever — EVER! — are not in the same district. Tonight’s game is a non-district (gasp!) contest. And it’s just not the same.

There’s civic pride and bragging rights and all that. But there’s no district standings to be impacted by the outcome of the game. No playoff positioning at stake. Plus, it’s still September, for crying out loud. These two teams traditionally tee it up late in the year in, more often than not, a do-or-die situation. Golden football trophies are supposed to be on the line in this one. The fourteen to fifteen thousand fans packed into Bivins Stadium should be holding their breath on every snap. But it’s not that way anymore. It’s not nearly as important.

It’s also kinda weird in that Palo Duro destroyed the Rebels in last week’s opener while Amarillo poured it on in Odessa. It’s felt like all week that Tascosa doesn’t have a chance tonight.

Oh, I’m looking forward to it. We’re going to have a blast. It’s still a cross-town rivalry, the whole town will still show up, the food and fellowship in the parking lot will be wonderful, and it’ll be high school football under the Friday night lights on a crisp fall evening. It’ll be fabulous.

But it won’t be the same.

Blow, Sand, Blow!

Allan

Finding Rest in God’s Will

In order to deflect attention away from my Cowboys-Giants prediction, I’m going straight to the Rangers this morning. Following last night’s win over the Royals, Texas is a season-high 26-games over .500, they have a five game lead over the A’s in the West and a 7-1/2 game cushion over the Halos. The Rangers are four games up on the Yankees for home field advantage throughout the AL playoffs. And if they win again in KC tonight, that’ll be six straight series the Rangers have won since that mid-August trip to New York. I know what the Rangers’ magic number is today; I’ve been watching it for the past couple of weeks. But I’m not going to post it here and start that countdown until it gets below 20. I don’t want to jinx anything. We’re close. But not yet.

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We serve a God great enough and powerful enough to question and doubt when we suffer bad things. He is big enough and sovereign enough to even get mad at when we see and experience all the violence and war, crime and disease, poverty and suffering in this world. If he’s to blame for not stopping all the evil and suffering — or, better said, if he’s responsible for not stopping it — then, yes, he is all powerful and all sovereign. Therefore, it is also true that this same God must be great enough and powerful enough, big enough and sovereign enough, to have reasons for allowing all the evil and suffering that we can’t understand.

We can’t have it both ways.

Timothy Keller quotes Elizabeth Elliot in his book King’s Cross: “God is God, and since he is God, he is worthy of my worship and my service. I will find rest nowhere else but in his will, and that will is necessarily infinitely, immeasurably, unspeakably beyond my largest notions of what he is up to.”

I’ve heard it said before, God is God and I’m not. Oh, yeah. And the absolutely only safe place to be is in his eternal will. Now, his will is way beyond our human understanding. We don’t have a clue as to all the details, much less the big picture of what our sovereign God is doing in the everlasting scope of salvation.

But he is sovereign. He is faithful. And he is good.

And we can find rest in that. In the middle of the war and poverty, the sickness and death, the injustice and despair, we can find rest in his holy will.

Peace,

Allan

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