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Act Two – The Fall

 

BlueBellLogoI believe living in Amarillo is like ALMOST living in Texas. One can feel fairly isolated from the rest of the Republic. I feel like the whole state is celebrating the return of Blue Bell Ice Cream except us up here in the panhandle. It doesn’t help that my brother Keith and his whole family are texting me pictures last night of them eating Blue Bell and posing in front of large grocery store freezers packed full of the wonderful stuff. I’m happy for them. Mostly. I’m trying to rejoice with those who are rejoicing today with their big bowls of Homemade Vanilla and their two and three half-gallons of Cookies ‘n’ Cream. I’m trying. I’m trying. I’m trying.

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Icon2“When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.” ~Genesis 3:6

I don’t know how long the paradise of Act One lasted. Or how short. I wish we had a little more information, a few stories, about Adam and Eve and God living together in the garden in perfect relationship. Perfect harmony. Wouldn’t that be great? I wish we had eighteen or nineteen chapters on Adam and Eve and God eating and drinking together, swimming and playing together, walking and talking in perfect relationship. God joking with Adam, “What kind of a name is baboon?” Adam says back, “Did you see what you did to that poor animal’s rear end? What else am I supposed to call it?” I wish we had some of that.

It should shock us that when Creation ends, it takes just two sentences in the text for the snake to approach the humans and just two of his questions for them to doubt the goodness of their Creator and wobble in their trust. And sin.

God creates us perfectly. He loves us perfectly. But then the devil comes at us with a set of lies. And the lies he used that day in the Garden of Eden are the same lies he uses today. They still work. He’s never had to buy new tools.

“Did God really say…?”

It seems like an innocent question. But it’s not. The snake is casting doubt on God’s Word. “Are you sure this is what God said?” Adam and Eve should have run away right then. But they seem open to the questions. When temptation knocks on the door, you don’t have to answer. Martin Luther would shout out loud any time he felt tempted by any thing, “I don’t do that anymore! I’ve been baptized!” Sometimes, though, when temptation knocks, we want to make sure who it is before we shoo them away. We want to take a good look. Check it out. We take our time, lingering at the open door. Adam and Eve should have bailed.

“Did God really say you must not eat from any tree in the garden?”

Well, no, that’s not true. The humans knew it wasn’t true. God told them they could eat from every tree and plant in all of creation except for one. Every tree. Every plant. We can eat from anything we want.

“But what about that one tree?”

“Well, everything except that one tree.”

“God won’t let you eat from that tree?”

“No. He’s given us 77,914 species and varieties of trees and fruits and vegetables and plants to eat. All of it. As much as we want, anytime we want, except for that one.”

Well, God doesn’t want you to have any fun.”

It’s an old line. And it’s lame. But somehow it still works.

The Bible teaches that we should only have sex in the context of marriage. And sometimes people will say, “Well, y’all are just anti-sex. All Christians think sex is wrong.” Are you kidding me? We work for the One who invented it! He developed the mechanics! He came up with it! And he says it’s very good!” Now, outside of marriage, it’s not so good. In fact, looking at the big picture, it’s devastating to you and to your whole community. But within the boundaries of marriage, it’s mind-blowingly awesome!

God wants us to enjoy his good gifts. And he gives us instructions on how to enjoy them best. He knows. He made us. That state gives our drivers licenses, but you can’t take your car on the sidewalk. Your parents might give you a jet ski, but it won’t work in a parking lot. You’ve got to take it out on the water. God’s instructions, his boundaries, help us enjoy his good gifts to the max.

He won’t let you have any fun? That’s what six-year-olds say on the way home from WonderLand after riding every ride fifteen times and eating and drinking everything in sight for twelve straight hours.

“Can we get some ice cream?”

“No, we’re just going to go home.”

“You never let us have any fun!”

It’s an old line. And it’s lame. Why does it still work? As our Lord says, if you know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more your Father in heaven?

“You’re not going to die.”

There won’t be any consequences. It’s a flat-out lie. It’s exactly the opposite of what God had said. There are always consequences for disobeying God. Never mistake God’s patience for weakness. God’s justice requires that there be consequences. And, by the way, notice that in Act Two, sin is not fundamentally about hurting people or doing wrong according to human standards. Sin is disobedience to God’s Word. It’s a breach of trust in the goodness of God’s character and in the truthfulness of his Word. And it always carries consequences.

“You will be like God.”

Adam and Eve were attracted to that. And who’s not? Yeah, I’d like to be like God. I’d like to decide what’s right and what’s wrong for myself. And for you and everybody else, too. Sin is the desire to be like God. We’re not content to be loved by God and cared for by God. It’s not enough to love and serve God. We want to be autonomous and self-sufficient. We have to be able to do anything we want. We don’t want to be limited by anyone or anything. We want the power of absolute control over our own lives.

That is rebellion against God. God alone is good. And God alone knows what is good and what is not good. We cannot establish our own righteousness. We have to learn from God every day, in every new situation, with every new decision. Act Two is about men and women trying to play God and being suspicious of God’s goodness. It’s about men and women trying to escape the Creator’s limits. Basically, sin is refusing to live in the Story of God: rejecting God as the author of the Story and refusing to play the part you’ve been given by him to play.

The Creator of Heaven and Earth forms a perfect world for us, he gives us everything we could ever want or desire, and he settles in to live with us. Perfect harmony. Perfect relationship with God and with all people. Paradise. And they rejected it. They ate from the tree.

We’ve all eaten from the tree. All of us. You and me, we’re all guilty.

Act Two is clearly about “The Lord commanded…” versus “But the serpent said…” Who’s in your ear right now?

Peace,

Allan

Thank You, Mr. Bass

Stephen F. Austin. Sam Houston. William Barret Travis. David Crockett. Buddy Holly. Tom Landry. Nolan Ryan. BlueBellLogo

And now, Sid Bass.

Thank you, Mr. Bass, for your service to this great Republic of Texas. The entire state is eternally grateful for your generous contribution and will forever remember your significant gift of assistance during this hour of desperate need.

Eternally Indebted,

Allan

No Ice Cream in Texas

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During yesterday’s sermon, while running down a list of stressful things people deal with during the summer season, I mentioned that this will be the first summer in my lifetime without Blue Bell Ice Cream. I referenced an article in the current issue of Texas Monthly that quoted a writer who claimed people outside our state just don’t appreciate the crisis:

“We don’t buy anything else! It’s not that we’ve lost a favorite brand; we have no ice cream in Texas!”

And then Scott Sherwood sent me the above picture yesterday afternoon.

Perfect.

Peace,

Allan

Perfect Power

Happy San Jacinto Day! Find yourself a Treaty Oak, prop up your wounded leg, and relax in the shade, and sing The Yellow Rose of Texas while celebrating the Republic’s glorious victory.

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Scripture tells us that God’s power is made perfect in weakness. I’m not sure I’m content to be weak. I think I mostly want God’s power to be revealed in my strength. I want the strong and important parts of my life to testify to the power of our God. I don’t think I’m good with being weak.

Strong? Yes! Productive? Absolutely! Competent? Oh, yeah!

Weak?

Not so much.

See, the apostle Paul doesn’t have an inferiority complex when he acknowledges over and over in his letters how weak he is. He just gets it. He understands the truth.

God’s power was seen in Moses, not Pharaoh. And Pharaoh had all the military. God’s power was made perfect in David, not Goliath. And Goliath had all the technology. God’s power was experienced in Peter and John, not the Sanhedrin. And the Sanhedrin had all the votes.

God does everything through people who understand they are nothing and does nothing through people who think they are everything. Instead of hiding our weaknesses, we should probably embrace them, let more people see them. That is, after all, where our Lord does his best work.

Peace,

Allan

Luv Ya Bum!

I was thirteen years old on Thanksgiving Day 1979 when the Cowboys hosted the Houston Oilers at Texas Stadium. Being in different conferences, the two teams rarely played each other; being very, very successful football teams from the same very, very football crazy state made those uncommon occasions when they did match up really special. Dallas was coming off two straight Super Bowl appearances — they beat the Broncos for the 1977 title and lost to the Steelers the following season in Super Bowl XIII — and Houston was well on its way to its second straight AFC Championship Game. And on this day, with my grandmother’s turkey and dressing and no-cook strawberry pie churning in my gut, Earl Campbell ran all over the Cowboys and won the game 34-20.

This was before cable TV and the internet, before hour-long post-game shows. It wasn’t until the ten-o’clock news on channel 8 that night that I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. Bum Phillips, the boot-wearing, ten-gallon-hat-wearing, tobacco-chewing, straight-shooting coach of the Oilers had looked right into the cameras after the game and declared, “I’d rather be Texas’ team than America’s team any day!”

I knew immediately that he had said a very clever thing. I also knew, deep in my heart of hearts, that he was right.

It was hard not to like those Luv Ya Blue! Oilers of the late ’70s. The faces of the franchise, the Tyler Rose and the coach called “Bum,” were Texas icons. Earl Campbell was an east Texas kid who had won the Heisman Trophy with the Longhorns in Austin and Bum was a Texas high school and college coaching legend. He has assisted Bear Bryant at Texas A&M and Bill Yeoman at Houston and Hayden Fry at SMU. Before that, he had actually been the head coach for our Amarillo High School Sandies, for three seasons from 1959-1961. It was during his time here in the panhandle that he came up with his defensive numbering system that is used by all coaches and fans at all levels of football from Pee Wee to the NFL. When a defense is described as a 3-4 or a 4-3, you’re using Bum Phillips’ original terminology. He invented the 3-4 defense and introduced it to Bear Bryant during the Junction Boys days. And he brought it to the San Diego Chargers when he made the move to the pros in 1967. All real football people in Texas knew about Bum Phillips. And with Phillips calling the plays and Campbell making highlight reel runs in his tear-away jerseys, the Oilers won a bunch of football games. And a whole bunch of fans.

They packed the Astrodome, waving their Columbia blue and white pom-poms, screaming and cheering wildly from the opening kickoff to the final gun. They were crazy, these Oilers fans, in stark contrast to the cheese and wine crowd at most Cowboys games. Their quarterback, Dan Pastorini, was a gun-slingin’ guy with long hair, who wasn’t afraid of getting into a scuffle with reporters or fans in a random parking lot. Elvin Bethea was a relentless sack-happy monster of a man. Billy “White Shoes” Johnson flaunted NFL convention with every outlandish touchdown celebration. Kenny Burrough. Ray Childress. This was a fun team to watch.

And it all started with their colorful coach who, quite honestly, was more cowboy than the coach of the Cowboys.

Bum Phillips is better known for his catchy quotes than for almost anything else. He once famously said of Dolphins coach Don Shula, “He can take his’n and beat your’n and then take your’n and beat his’n.” His fatalistic line about coaching rings true: “There are only two kinds of football coaches: them’s that’s been fired and them’s that’s gonna be fired.” When asked about Earl Campbell’s inability to finish a one-mile run at training camp, the coach replied, “When it’s first down and a mile, I won’t give it to him.”

Along with the line about being “Texas’ team,” the other Bum Phillips line I remember seeing and hearing the day it happened was, again, on the channel 8 news the day after the Steelers beat Houston in the 1979 conference championship game. A frenzied crowd had greeted the team on its return from Pittsburgh at a celebration / pep rally that had been planned at the Astrodome, win or lose. It was standing room only. Nearly a hundred thousand people with their Luv Ya Blue! signs stomping their feet and cheering their team that had come a couple of plays short of their first ever Super Bowl. Bum Phillips took the stage, leaned in to the microphone, and said, “Last year we knocked on the door, this year we beat on the door, next year we’re going to kick the #@!%&* in!”

And, yeah, I was hooked. I’ve always loved those old Houston Oilers who never quite got it done, but had a whole lot of fun trying.

Bum Phillips died over the weekend at 90-years-old at his ranch in Goliad. Under-appreciated for the innovations he brought to the game, maybe a bit caricatured by his over-sized hats and personality to match. I’ll say about Bum Phillips what he once said about Earl Campbell: “I don’t know if he’s in a class by himself; but I know when the class meets, it don’t take long to call roll.”

Peace,

Allan

How Long, O Lord?

How Long, O Lord? 

I’ve watched and listened to with fascination over the past 48 hours the continuing coverage of the horrible shootings at Fort Hood. I’m drawn to the news stories for several reasons.

My brother-in-law was stationed there for a couple of years right in the middle of the Gulf War. He and my sister lived there at Fort Hood. Carrie-Anne and I visited there, met their neighbors, played ping-pong and air hockey in the rec center there, and shopped at the military store there. On two different occasions, Brent was designated for deployment to the Persian Gulf. On both those ocassions they gave him less than 48 hours notice to tell Sharon and their families goodbye. And we prayed. And prayed. And prayed. And on both of those ocassions, after he had been packed and processed, the orders changed and his unit was told to stay put in Killeen.

Their daughter, my first niece, was born at Darnell Army Medical Center there at Fort Hood. Her birth, on New Year’s Day 1991, interrupted my plans to watch the #3 Longhorns and the #4 Miami Hurricanes in the Cotton Bowl. We spent two days at that hospital on that base for Cassie’s arrival.

A few years later Carrie-Anne and I saw Foreigner at a rock concert on base they called “HoodStock”.

Twice after that I called high school games at the Killeen Kangaroos football stadium.

And so, while I don’t know anybody in Killeen anymore, we do have some very deep and vivid memories of some wonderful family times there. I’m watching this thing unfold and listening to the horror and watching the tears of the families and feeling deeply impacted. This is a truly horrible thing that’s happened here. It’s awful. It’s evil. How Long, O Lord?

“Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?” ~Psalm 10:1

And I recall the age-old statement of the skeptic: If God is good, he’s not really God. And if God is really God, he’s not good. In other words, God could have prevented what happened at this army base in Central Texas. The fact that he didn’t must prove he’s not good. And if he could have prevented it, he must not be the powerful God we think he is.

Wrong. And wrong again.

How Long, O Lord?In times of tragedy — in our own lives, in our local communities, globally — we hold on in faith to the anchor of God’s eternal love for his creation. We know he loves. We know his great love is the force behind everything our Father does and everything he allows.

The truth is, we don’t see everything yet. We don’t fully understand everything. We’re assured that our God is working out everything according to his purposes. And we know that his purposes are driven by what’s in our best interests and what’s best for the redemption of his creation.

So, we trust and we pray.

It’s OK to appeal to God’s omnipotence and his righteousness and declare to him that we don’t understand. It’s OK to question God and wrestle with him and beg him to change things. These kinds of prayers actually reveal our deep faith. They say to God, “We know you are just and righteous and all powerful; we just don’t understand.”

“Pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.” ~Psalm 62:8

Peace,

Allan

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