Station One: The Christ, The Sadmann, The Mob

christpilateWe live now in a world where whatever the mob mentality wants, the mob mentality gets. Our world is constantly changing through mob mentality. Speakers who have a point of view that differs from the narrative of the mob are shut down through mob mentality, mobs that get violent! Children are allowed to be killed after they are born, under the guise of women’s healthcare, due to mob mentality. A spark becomes a forest fire in 2019 due to mob mentality.

Take the case of Nick Sandmann. He stood still. He said nothing. He did nothing. Well, he did smile. But, yet, he become a racist due to mob mentality. Silently he stood there. And in all of ten minutes the mob ruled him guilty. The mob labeled him a racist. The mob yelled prosecute. The mob ruled. The facts meant nothing. Print media, visual media, talking heads—social media was agog—were ready to crucify this kid all of 15 years old. They knew the truth. He was guilty! Then the facts came out. Truth can be relative; facts are not. The facts were that the whole encounter was twisted to make this young man who was actually innocent to be guilty. The facts were the facts. The mob rule was wrong. The mob had twisted the facts to come up with a truth to fit their narrative that was far from the facts.

But, let it be understood, mob mentality is nothing new. While we can say the Messiah was born to die; he was born to go to the Cross, it was mob mentality that sent him there.  And now during the season of Lent, as we look at the Stations of the Cross, we look back to the First Station. We look back 2000 years on mob mentality at its finest. We see the Christ condemned to death.

“Then the high priest tore his robe” (Matthew 26:65).  The mob was getting ready to cry out! “He has uttered blasphemy.” The mob grows. They not only become more in number, they become more intense that this man, the Savior of the world was guilty. “What further witness do we need?” We know it all. They knew the truth; why should they even worry with the facts? “[They] have now heard his blasphemy.” Armed with truth, regardless of the facts, they knew “He [deserved] death.” The mob was riled up. The mob would get even more intense as “they spit in face” and as they “stuck him and slapped him.”

As the Christ stood before Pilate the yelled, “crucify him.” When Pilate asked what evil he had done, the crowd yelled “crucify him” all the more (Mark 15). It seemed Pilate wanted to let him live; but the mob mentality was overruling him. “But the chief priest stirred up the crowd.” One bad actor and the mob mentality was ready to act. The mob was ready to send an innocent man to his death.

Jesus stood before Pilate an innocent man. Yet, because of the mob mentality, stirred up by just a few, he stood there condemned to death. A guilty murderer is released and an innocent man, the Savior of the world is condemned to death on a cross. The Messiah is scourged and “[Pilate] delivered him to be crucified” (Mark 15:15). Condemned by the mob; delivered to the mob. He was an innocent man condemned by mob mentality. He stood silent; ” He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he opened not his mouth” (Isaiah 53:7). 

As we visit the first station of the cross the season of Lent. Let us move away from mob mentality. Let us follow the facts that lead to truth. The mob mentality was willing to kill the truth: [Jesus] is the way the truth and the life (John 14:6). Are you letting mob mentality keep you away from real truth? Are you condemning the Christ because the ‘in crowd’ thinks He should be cast out? Are you following the mob of 2019 that has again condemned the Christ and tried to keep him out of all forms of public life?

Collect for the First Station of the Cross and St. Patrick’s Day:

God, my God, omnipotent King, I humbly adore thee. Thou art King of kings, Lord of lords. Thou art the Judge of every age. Thou art the Redeemer of souls. Thou art the Liberator of those who believe. Thou art the Hope of those who toil. Thou art the Comforter of those in sorrow. Thou art the Way to those who wander. Thou art Master to the nations. Thou art the Creator of all creatures. Thou art the Lover of all good. Thou art the Prince of all virtues. Thou art the joy of all Thy saints. Thou art life perpetual. Thou art joy in truth. Thou art the exultation in the eternal fatherland. Thou art the Light of light. Thou art the Fountain of holiness. Thou art the glory of God the Father in the height. Thou art Savior of the world. Thou art the plenitude of the Holy Spirit. Thou sittest at the right hand of God the Father on the throne, reigning for ever —St. Patrick

Until next time may the God Lord Bless and Keep You!


Lint, Lent, Belly Button Scent

March 6th marks the beginning of Lent 2019. It’s that period of time where we fast from ashwednesdaythings that keep us from drawing closer to God, in hopes that we draw closer to the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth. Just as we would, hopefully daily, we would clean the lint from our belly, during the 40 days of fasting in Lent we would clean the lint from our lives. We attempt to say goodbye—remove that unclean lint—to the things that keep us from the new life with God. Or, as N. T. Wright put it, “we say a firm goodbye to everything in us that still clings to the old!”

As Ronald Rolheiser said, “It is no easy task to walk this earth and find peace.” But, when we clean away our lint, during Lent with the hope that it stays away, walking this earth becomes easier due to our walking closer to God.

Our Ash Wednesday service takes on a journey both backward and forward. We have the sign of the cross made on our foreheads in ashes. These ashes take us both back in time and into the future. We can look back at all the people in biblical times that mourn, our showed their grief by sitting in ashes, or placing ashes on the heads. So, our ashes will symbolize the ‘junk’ we’ve removed from our own lives. But, they show a bit more!
The sign of the Cross points to something better than what we are leaving behind. St. Paul wrote to the Corinthians that when he was with them he vowed to know nothing but Christ, and [Christ] crucified. It was all about that cross. When we ‘survey that wondrous Cross’ we find that there, our new life begins. It was there that the New World began. It all happened on that old rugged cross. The earth was there to be forever changed. Then, three days later came the resurrection; the proof that what happened on the cross was real, that the world was forever changed.

Our foreheads are marked with those ashes—symbols of those things, our past, that we are giving up in order that we may more fully be closer to God and do his work—in the sign of a cross—identifying us with the New World that began on a Friday with the death of the Christ. The ashes then look back on what we’ve left and forward to the life refined by the fire given to us  through the work of the Lord on the cross!

Let your Lenten fast draw you closer to that Cross. Clean you bellybuttons so to speak so your lives will be a sweet scent going up to the Lord!


Until Next Time, may the Good Lord Bless And Keep You!



Judges, King, and Kavanaugh

gavelI have been watching—with some amazement, though I must admit not unsuspected—the confirmation hearing of Supreme Court hopeful Brett Kavanaugh. And, so far it has gone along the lines that I had long figured it would go; the Republicans asking questions of substance (for the most part) and the Democrats (for the most part) looking for that ‘gotcha’ moment and posturing for possible presidential runs. What surprises is me most, I guess, is that we would attack the character of this man and try to prevent his rising to the highest court in the land.

I will allude to Matthew 25, as did candidate Kavanaugh. Areal quick paraphrase, “When I hungry you fed me; when I was thirty you fed me; when I was thirsty you gave me drink …” With Kavanaugh we are talking about a man who gives back to the communities. By his own admission he feeds the hungry; he gives them food and drink. He reaches out to the kids of the community by coaching basketball. But what impressed me even more, when he noticed there was a shortage of blacks applying to be clerks he went to those, who were possible in prisoned by being locked out of these positions, and not only encouraged them to apply, but taught them how to apply, where to apply, what they needed to read to be the best at getting the positions. He went so far as to give these bright young minds his email and phone number to contact him for any information or help he was able to give.

In our age of ‘gotcha,’ posturing, of trying to divide America, maybe we could all take a step back and learn something from the new Supreme Court nominee. Maybe we all have something to offer our communities—something other than government. Maybe that something we can offer is ourselves. Mother Teresa said, “If you can’t feed 100 people, then feed just one.” What if we fed that one person? What if we visited that one person in prison? What if instead of looking to divide and tear done a good man, we looked for ways to bring each of us together? Maybe if we decided to step aside from our labels of Democrat and Republican and embraced our titles of Children of the King we will see the world in a new light, a light changed on the cross.



God, gods,Progressive, or Ancient

angrygodI have been reading exchanges concerning Pride Fest and the LGBTQ+ (I’m not exactly sure about the ‘Q’ and am totally clueless about the ‘+’) in my local newspaper—hopefully many of you still remember newspapers! As I read I notice the word progressive coming up and yet, this movement is anything but a progression; it is a regression to an ancient time. Embracing the Epicureanism of the Enlightenment, they have deemed the creator God to be some far-off deity that does not interact with his creation. So, His truths do not matter and whatever truth they decide to follow is their truth.

And while they do not follow the one true and living God, though many make that claim, they have followed an ancient God: Aphrodite—the god of sexual love (Her son Eros had affairs with both men and women; Ares and Hades being the only gods that did not have affairs with men).

It is also a return to the ancient religion of Gnosticism which stated that the flesh was evil but what was inside—the spirit/soul/psyche—was good. So, while we may see a man on the outside, the women—the one he wants us to pretend he is—on the inside is good and that’s what counts. This type of dualism presents a tension that we are to live with: see one thing yet pretend it is another, all the while forgetting what the one true God created and called good.

We’ve all heard the saying, “when the gods are angry.” Yet, it seems in the quest to progress angering the one true, living, creator, God is something with which many have no problem.

Until Next Time May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You!



pretend_21I’ll admit that I am old enough to remember the song, “Making Believe.” And as a kid I ‘made believe’ as  much as did any other child. Yet, with age ‘painted wings and giant things’ make way for other things—hopefully real life. Yet, in our current society we are asked to make to make, well, make believe. We are asked to make believe that God’s creation doesn’t exist as God created.

A recent article told of a lady who had a baby. Not too much ‘making believe’ so far as that happens daily. Yet, in this particular situation, the lady, Sabastian Sparks as CNN reports, who had the baby wants us to pretend—to pretend after she has given birth, after she breast fed—that she is now the baby’s father. Now, to take another twist, the person who fathered the baby was the mother’s boyfriend. And—sit down for this—he now wants us to ‘make believe’ that he is the baby’s mother! In one sentence: Regardless Of the DNA; regardless of what God created; we are asked to make believe that the baby’s mother is the baby’s father and the baby’s father is the baby’s mother. You can almost imagine the child trying to explain in school how his father—remember he is the mother who wants us to pretend he is the father—gave birth to him and breast fed him. And by that time the child could have made some decision about how he will identify. This entire paragraph made my head swim typing it!

Maybe, just maybe, society has ‘made believe’ just too much. God made man and He made woman. He didn’t ask us to ‘make believe’ one was the other. In each he gave DNA specific to their particular gender. We were not designed to pretend that a man was a woman and a woman was a man. God ordained biblical manhood and womanhood. And he didn’t ask that we pretend that we were the other, but that we be what we are. Maybe the degradation of society has something to do with our pretending things—people—are something other than what they are. When we are to ‘make believe’ we see society through a skewed lens. Maybe it’s time we step back and stop ‘making believe’ and just believe in man as God created him and woman as God created her. Society will flourish when we reclaim biblical manhood and womanhood.


Collect: Keep, O Lord, your household the Church in your steadfast faith and love, that through your grace we may proclaim your truth with boldness, and minister your justice with compassion; for the sake of our Savior Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Until next time may The God Lord Bless and Keep you!


A Cross, Some Thoughts, Surveying the Wondrous Cross

goodfridayOne of the most popular pieces of jewelry is a cross. Not just among the religious, mind you, but among society in general. They come form the plain and simply to the most diamond studded bling. Even among denominations that only a few years ago might have shunned the wearing of such a sacred symbol, crosses adorn the necks, the ears, and anywhere else they can find to put one—on jewelry that is! We glamorize the cross on everything but seem to somewhat gloss over it in our churches. Sure, we sing a few songs such as the ‘Old Rugged Cross,’ or, ‘When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.’ But for the most part we skip past the cross and get right to the resurrection.

            As we hold our blingy crosses in such high esteem, even being proud when we see others adorned with them, for the First Century Jew, or anyone else for that matter, the cross was not the pretty thing we have made it out to be. The cross was a scary symbol. It represented the most horrid way a man could die. As one walked down the first century road, they could see the sights of the dying hung on the cross. Maybe the stench of rotting flesh filled the air. Buzzards would have been circling, waiting for the precise, right moment to swoop down for the awaiting feast. Flies would been buzzing around and maggots filling the open wounds. A deterrent to crime. An example set for one not to rebel against the empire. Yes, the cross.

            Yet too often we want to, in our we want it right now mental, go straight on to the resurrection. But, it was the cross on that—what has come to be called Good Friday—afternoon that changed the world. For St. Paul, he maintained that when in Corinth he vowed to know nothing but Christ and Christ crucified. It was not the resurrection—Sunday morning—it was Friday afternoon. Sadly, we look closer at the resurrection and skim the wondrous cross that changed the creation that God had once called ‘good,’ but had strayed from God’s will and way.

            While we look at the crosses we have around our necks, pierced in our ears, tattooed on our bodies, we forget what the cross symbolized to the Jewish people. We tend to forget that it was the cross, the wondrous cross, that on a Friday afternoon, changed the world. It was because of the cross that the proclamation ‘Surely, this man was the Son of God,’ not the resurrection, though by the resurrection He was declared to be the Son of God by the Holy Spirit.

            The Cross changed the world. The Cross made way for us to walk in the new earth, the future, while still living in the present. The Cross, the Wonderous, Old Rugged Cross, changed the world; the resurrection was the proof that it had happened.


Collect for Good Friday:

Lord Jesus Christ, by your death you took away the sting of death: Grant to us your servants so to follow in faith where you have led the way, that we may at length fall asleep peacefully in you and wake up in your likeness; for your tender mercies’ sake. Amen.


Until next time, may the God Lord bless and keep you!



twitterWe’ve another week of mourning in America as the live of innocent school children were taken by an evil shooter. Yet, the children are not the only reason America mourns; we also lost our most prized possession and icon, the Rev. Dr. Billy Graham. And therein might lie the key to many of the problems that are prevailing in our world. While I’m not quoting the comments on Rev. Graham in the body of this post [they are posted at the end of the writing for those with a curious nature] that were given by Teen Vouge—yes, the Teen Vouge your child reads—writer Lauren Duca, her diatribe aimed at Graham epitomizes the predicament of today’s America; we no longer have love and respect for our fellow man. We no longer love our neighbors as ourselves. And as the tirade of Duca was aimed at a man of God, it points to the fact that we no longer have love and respect for God. Our Country is drifting away from the very things that held us together; we have allowed, and are allowing, our country and ourselves to drift farther from the shore.

 Instead of clinging to the Christian principles that have given us hope, that have made us strong, that taught us to love God and our neighbor, that gave us love back from both, we have given in to the hate filled vitriol of Hollywood. We have settled in to permit the likes of Duca and pop stars to shape the minds of our youth. We have, as a people, forgotten the one who created the people. We have allowed the worship of the created instead of worshipping the creator. Idolatry is  killing our youth and in essence our country.

It’s not about ‘gun control’—though I could easily argue that it could be about more controlled people having guns! It’s about us and whom/what we choose to worship. When we come back to worshipping the Creator God and shunning the man-made idols of Hollywood, Teen Vouge, and every other idea that aims to take us away from the one true God—the God whose gospel the Rev. Graham preached for years—our country will again be a place where our children can go to school without fear. It will be a place where we can enjoy a music festival with the only fear being our toes getting stepped on. When come back to truly loving God, we will truly love our neighbor as ourselves; We come back to loving God our neighborhood, our community, our state, our country, will again be the place—the place where we had love and security—we once lived in and have long pined for. While Duca has vehemently commanded Rev. Dr. Graham to rest eternally in a lowly place of everlasting torment, it is my wish that we all hear and follow his simple message, and when we depart, as he did make Heaven an even brighter place.

[Duca’s comments taken from her twitter account @lurarenduca: “The big news today is that Billy Graham was still alive this whole time. Anyway, have fun in hell, bitch.” This was followed with “’Respect for the dead’ only apples to those who weren’t evil pieces of shit while they were living, thanks.”]

Until next time may the Good Lord bless and keep you!