Things Concealed

What would you say is our culture’s biggest need?

From a Christian worldview, and looking at America, to really understand that question from an honest stance, we might do well to first ask what is our culture's biggest problem. Which I would argue is (among many, many things) “being satisfied”. Most people are “satisfied” with where they are on the political spectrum, and more importantly on the religious spectrum. Ultimately not caring about, or not knowing the answers to the bigger questions of life. We as a people don’t really ask ourselves anymore questions, once we have found ‘our place’. More and more our Culture is in great need of ...asking itself the right questions. All too much we are content in our complacency. Truly we live in a culture of “...meh”. We’re a bit like old dog’s who have found their way into a room, and once we find our place to flop down, and sit… we have a tendency to not move, and not care to move, or ask ourselves any of the questions about why we have chosen this room, or that room above any others. Maybe if we had asked we might learn that the only reason we are in ‘our place’ is because we were led there. Or maybe because it was the path of least resistance.

It is the glory of God to conceal things,

   but the glory of kings is to search things out. -Proverbs 25:2

God has given us “Mystery” as a gift! It is our Glory to search things out!

To be a people who learn… a people who read, and who take the time to converse with others, and to learn from others older, and wiser than ourselves. TEN times in the Gospels, Jesus asks the question… “Have you not read…?” Six of those times were in the Gospel of Matthew.

When we go against the “flow” of our culture, we will be going in the direction of caring to speak, caring to stop and take the time to ask questions. To tell stories. To read and understand stories, to involve ourselves, and to involve our neighbors in caring enough to turn the tide, and ask questions.

In the 'Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe', C.S. Lewis tells us of young Lucy who finds something special. An entrance into another world. But this world she finds, as she enters the woods with the wardrobe door still open behind her, is not like the world she knows. She sees a lamp post in the middle of the woods. Lit, and shining, "how odd" she thinks... and ponders. All in a flash of a wink I'm sure, she was thinking... 'what on earth is that lantern doing here in the middle of these woods, and who on earth lit it?' And perhaps if she had more time to question before Mr. Tumnus comes along, disturbing those previous questions and causing a host of other questions. Maybe she would have asked herself 'should I wait here to see who might come by, or shall I walk a little further to see what might be next?' In our culture, It is our curiosity that has been tamed. In some level we are simply content with knowing what we already know.

I've heard it said, that "God has revealed enough of Himself, to make Faith in Him a reasonable thing, and has hidden enough of Himself, to help us to remember the balance between Faith, and reason."
He has given us, enough evidence so that we may find Him, and have fellowship with Him when we seek Him with our whole heart.

"As long as you have mystery you have health; when you destroy mystery you create morbidity." – G.K. Chesterton from “ORTHODOXY”

“A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.” – G.K. Chesterton from “THE EVERLASTING MAN“

My ride home

Some days are crazier than others...

On days that however, have my mind forcibly going in multiple directions, for prolonged periods of time, like most of us... I greatly look forward to my ride home in my car. Because it's in my car, where I am not at work... and I am not yet to my other place of responsibility. Now it goes almost without saying, that my home is my sacred place, where my family is growing, and existing in the nest of a community that is doing its best to love. A sacred place of refuge, and a place of such peace. But for now, I am in the drivers seat, on my way home. And during this colder part of the year, when it's dark as I'm driving home... I see the headlights, and red tail lights of the other vehicles... like soft red Christmas lights reminding me of simpler times when I was a boy.

It's the insane days that truly remind me of what I was made for. Or more to the point, reminds me of what I was not made for. For when I am in my car driving home... I can listen to the radio, I can not listen to the radio. I usually choose to listen to a radio program that will feed my mind, and my heart at the same time. Sermons are the thing! Hearing men of God expound on Scripture, and telling stories. It's the quiet time, on the road that helps me to stop and smell the roses. What a sad thing really, to have to be moving in order to stop. This reality points to a gaping hole in my own life I imagine. A hole, that reveals a severe lack of quiet time. Quiet time for meditation, for peace, and reflection that is so needed on a daily basis.

I have been kicking myself a lot recently, when I think of all the time I'm letting slip through my proverbial fingers. I have a sense that my life would, in ways unknown to me now, sort out a lot smoother, and for the better if I were to be spending more time with the Lord, in quite reflection, prayer, listening, and reading.

I remember the Hymn "Quite Place". The rendition I love is by "Take 6".

There is a quiet place
Far from the rapid pace
Where God can soothe my troubled mind

Sheltered by tree and flow´r
There in my quiet hour
With Him my cares are left behind

Whether a garden small
Or on a mountain tall
New strength and courage there I find

Then from this quiet place
I go prepared to face
A new day with love for all mankind