What’s Up, Pops?


Elderly Man

1 John 3:1: See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.

I don’t know if you remember that I wrote about the general anonymity of the gym I go to, and how pleased I was when someone greeted me.
Well, it happened again, and I was somewhat surprised at what a hip-looking young man said to me. I was coming out of the locker room when he smiled and said, “What’s up, Pops?” I don’t remember what I said because I was first of all surprised by the greeting and secondly taken somewhat aback by being called “Pops.” I don’t think I look that old, and the word “Pops” sounds like something from a bad ‘70’s sitcom.
But as I thought more about it, I realized that most of us of a certain age feel younger than we are, and maybe we assume we look the same way. The greeting reminded me that I am as old as it says on my driver’s license, and I’m all right with that. I’m also all right with the greeting. There was a measure of recognition and even respect in what the young fellow said, and I’ll take that any day.
The point of all this is that God wants us to recognize God for who God is. And we’re called on to address the Father with terms of respect and affection. Jesus said to address God as “Abba,” which means “Daddy.” You can’t get much more respectful and affectionate than that. Praise God for being approachable, for wanting God’s children to come and be a part of his Kingdom, and praise God for the love that called God to offer his son, our Lord Jesus Christ, as a sacrifice. Amen.


Come as You Are

Come as You Are

Mark 13:32 : “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.


I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of a come as you are party or, what’s worse, been invited to one. I have gone to exactly one in my lifetime, and that was one too many. In case you don’t know what a “come as you are” party is, it’s an alleged party where the person hosting the event calls several friends and says, “I’m having a party! Come on over!”

At least one of the friends might say, “I can’t come looking like I do. I just finished cleaning out the refrigerator!”

“That’s just fine! It’s a ‘come as you are’ party. Whatever you’re wearing will be great!”

These social events had their origins in this country as ‘come as you were’ parties. I don’t know why they called them that, but the idea was still to drop everything and come to the party no matter what you were wearing.

As I said earlier, I went to one such party in eighth grade. I couldn’t drive, so I should have been suspicious when my friend Laura called and said, “Come on over! I’m having a party!” How was I to get there?

“But Laura,” I answered. “I’m doing some painting for my parents and have paint all over my clothes.”

“You’ll be very colorful,” she answered, and put the receiver down. My mother heard the conversation and said, “I’ll drive you.” Her ready assent meant that she was in on the conspiracy. She generally resisted driving me anywhere since it generally meant I would spend money once I got there.

So, I showed up at Laura’s house with five or six other victims. We sat in a circle in her family’s rec room, stared at each other and didn’t say anything. Obviously, we had few social graces, but strangely enough, but we felt awkward not wearing party clothes on. The situation didn’t improve when Laura’s mom served flat no-name cola and invited us to dance to the Guy Lombardo record she put on. We just sat there.

Our parents were supposed to be back to pick us up in an hour, and, for once, we sat there and prayed they would be early. They weren’t, so we said our polite good-byes and went home where there was fresh Coke to drink and rock and roll on the radio.

Laura went on to become a successful, competent adult. I think I was permanently scarred by the experience.

It occurred to me that, throughout the Bible, God shows up unexpectedly time after time, and those were the best kind of come as you are parties. Jesus came to a family no one would have expected, and he did all kinds of unexpected things with the least likely people. You know the story. And one day, because of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the cross for our sins, we will be called to the biggest and best and eternal party beyond what anyone could think of. And at that unexpected feast, we won’t be drinking no-name cola or listening to Guy Lombardo. Praise God for continuing to come to us unexpectedly and for the unexpected gift of his son, our savior Jesus Christ. Amen.

Batting Out of Turn


Score Card

Lamentations 3:23-25: The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.

With a few exceptions in this choir, I don’t know if you like baseball or know anything about it or could care less about it, but you probably know that I am a Washington baseball fan. Going back as far as I can remember, I listened to the hapless Senators lose on the AM radio, and I still prefer the radio version today. Sometimes if I want to see what’s happening as well, I’ll mute the television and still have the radio on.  This also gives me an unexpected advantage: there is a seven-second delay with the television, so I can hear what’s going to happen before television watchers see it. As advantages go, it’s not much, but it amuses me and makes me happy.

I’ve listened to and watched hundreds of baseball games and read a fair amount about the subject, so I’d say I know something about the game, but not everything. If you want to talk to someone who probably knows more about the sport than anyone I know, talk to Larry Crowder, who has coached or played in thousands of games. Every Sunday, he gives me his read on the Nationals, and he’s always right about what happened and why and what they need to do to win consistently.

Larry also knows the rules of the game. I know the main regulations, but I heard about something recently in a major league game the other day that I didn’t expect. In a Mets-Reds game, the Mets came out in the first inning and had the first two batters strike out. The next player hit a ground rule double, and with the cleanup hitter coming up, things were looking good. But it turns out the player who hit the double had batted out of turn because his manager had given the umpire the lineup card from the day before. So the player at the plate (who was batting in the correct order) was called out without batting. It didn’t seem fair, but those are the rules.

Major league players are professionals earning big bucks and should know what they’re doing, so when I first heard this, I thought it was a rare event in the major leagues. Not so. Going back to 1881, it has occurred about 400 times. Shows what I know.

My expectation that big league players are infallible is, of course, misguided. The very definition of being human includes making mistakes. When we reach the age of accountability, we are expected to do what we know to be right. Of course, we don’t, and so, we commit sins. There is no way to appeal an umpire’s decision in this case and not suffer the consequences, but God is both judge and savior, so our sins are forgiven when we accept the reality that Jesus Christ died on the cross to erase our sins. Baseball is a game, but our lives and the lives of others are serious business, and we can accept God’s gift or throw our lives away. Praise God for the gift of love and forgiveness, and for setting us free, even when we bat out of turn. Amen.



Something More to Do

Annie Dillard

Something More to Do

2 Corinthians 3:18: “As the Spirit of the Lord works within us, we become more and more like him and reflect his glory even more”

I don’t know if you’re familiar with a writer named Annie Dillard. She is an accomplished, luminous writer who has crafted poetry, essays, prose, and literary criticism, as well as two novels and one memoir. She is particularly known for her books about the natural world and our relationship with it in a way that is almost spiritual, although I do not know specifically what her beliefs are.

Annie Dillard published her first book in 1974, but recently said she sat down to write one morning, and, as she said, “I didn’t know what came next.” She was, unfortunately, finished with writing. I know that those who have read her books over the years have to be disappointed.

As a writer, I can identify with what she experienced. Every day when I sit down, I think, do I know what comes next? Is today the day I don’t have anything else to say? Is this it?

I am blessed that, as of now, I have more than enough to write about. A witness to that are the over 1,000 short pieces and five novels, to say nothing of these devotionals, which number about 1400. But I know that one day, one way or another, I too won’t know what comes next, and that will be the end of writing for me.

But I am hopeful. In spite of the possibility of one day running out of ideas, I believe God made us with the impulse to create, to reach out to our world and to touch the lives there. We will press on regardless, aware that if we can’t minister or create in one way, God has put other ways in our paths. The Gospel is about growing in Christlikeness through praise, prayer and deeds of kindness, and those will last us during this life, and all the way through eternity. Praise God for creativity, for allowing us to persevere, and for the sacrifice of his son Jesus Christ, who has given us the gift of this life and the life to come. Amen.

I Have Some Cookies (and Other Good News)


Cookies on a Plate

Proverbs 25:25: Like cold water to a weary soul, so is good news from a distant land.

I don’t know if you’ve ever received good news in an unexpected place, at an unexpected time, from an unexpected person. All of this happened a couple of weeks ago when Becky and I went to Great American Buffer for lunch. We like to go after one o’clock, since that’s when the senior discount kicks in with a free drink. Hey, there has to be some recompense for growing old. We’re so eager to get the discount that we’ve waited outside the restaurant for the clock to kick over past one, but that free drink was well worth waiting for.

All right. So we had eaten our lunch and were just about to leave when I noticed a family of five or six, which included a little girl about six years old. They all got their food, and I assume someone in the family got her meal, because she came back bearing a small plate with something on it. From where I was seated, I couldn’t tell what she said, but as she held her plate aloft, she proclaimed to everyone she passed, “I have cookies! I have chocolate chip cookies!” I have rarely seen a broader smile or a greater sense of excitement that we did from that child that day. It warmed our hearts and made waiting for the discount worthwhile.

I got to thinking that the way the girl reacted to her cookies has a lot to say to us about how we share the Gospel. We need to proclaim it publicly with great joy and enthusiasm as we are going about our business, wherever we go. We don’t necessarily have to do this with words, but with our attitudes and actions. This is how the Good News of the Kingdom of God has been shared and will be given to others until the end of time.

The Bible tells us about the great Messianic feast at the end of time, and I have a feeling that no one has to wait for a senior discount, and that there will be cookies, and they will be chocolate chip.

Praise God for the Good News, for the sacrifice of our Savior Jesus Christ, and for making provision for us in every way, from now until we walk the streets of gold , bearing our cookies aloft. Amen.

Matching the Socks


Matching Socks

Matching the Socks

John 14:6: “I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may be with you forever.”

I don’t know if you do your own laundry or not. It’s one of those chores that no one talks about, knowing hat we all have to do it or have it done, and it comes with its particular frustrations. Chief among these is trying to make sure that the same socks you put in the washer and dryer are the socks that come out. We’ve all ended up with an unmatched sock or two, and it’s utterly baffling to understand where they went. Sometimes they have attached themselves to a shirt and show up after a while, or maybe the dryer created a black hole which sucked up some of the socks and deposited them on the very baffled inhabitants of a small planet circling a distant star. It’s hard to tell what they would think of this, particularly if they didn’t have feet, and they would probably want to return those strange knit objects.

I bring this up because I did my laundry Monday, and, when I went to match the socks, they were all there! I was inordinately happy about this rare event, which shows you the kind of life I lead. I put them in their special place in my dresser, where I can be assured that they will matched and ready to wear. I have to say here that there are no guarantees that they will match, especially the one-color socks. This is why I prefer footwear with designs on it so that I can easily tell what matches what.

Now, the point of all this is this: God created us as we are, and we are indeed wonderfully made. But we are missing something important, as a sock missing its mate cannot do what it was intended for. For us, that something missing can be the presence of God in our lives. And that is much more important than a bit of fabric formed into a tube and closed at one end.

Praise God for making us so that we need him, and for manifesting his presence in so many ways, but especially through the power of the Spirit, whom we praise, along with the Father and the Son. Amen.Matching Socks

The Habit of Recognition

Baby Pointing

Revelation 3:20: Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.

I don’t know how everyone goes about gaining the attention of someone that they want to approach. Last Thursday, I went into another ESOL teacher’s classroom to say hello before I went to my class. When I walked into the room, she was concentrating on what she was writing on the board, and so didn’t notice that I had come in. I did what I usually do and stood there, waiting until she did see I was there. I prefer to do this rather than shout “I’m here!” or leap dramatically into the room. Shouting could have startled her and caused her to throw her book in the air, while jumping into the room could have gotten me stabbed with a pencil, and I wouldn’t have blamed her.

I found myself wondering how long I would stand there, waiting, but never found out since she turned to me in a few seconds and said, “Oh. There you are.”

“Yes, I am. And there you are.”

Since we had agreed that we were both present, we had a short conversation which didn’t go beyond remarking about our health and the weather. It was an important exchange, though, since it served to recognize and strengthen our relationship. My Southern aunts knew this because they told me, time and time again, “When you see someone you know, you should speak. You can always speak.”

I did this, since I did not want my failure to do so to get back to my aunts. I imagined someone I ignored asking them, “Your nephew didn’t speak when he saw me yesterday. Is the boy just simple or maybe he wasn’t fetched up right? I couldn’t tell.”

Then they would say, “It’s probably both, but don’t worry. We can remind him of how he was raised.”

I wondered at the time I started doing this what I should speak about, but after a few encounters with various people, I figured out it didn’t matter. As long as I made eye contact and sounds came out of my mouth, I was good, and they thought I was smart and polite.

It occurs to me that Jesus would have made a good Southern boy. He spoke to everyone, and treated them with respect. One of the many differences between Jesus and us is that what he had to say was always important, especially when he was asking  a wide variety of people to follow him. He posed the question and then he waited, and he was and is willing to wait as long as he could, until there was no possibility of a positive answer. I think that Jesus rejoiced when someone became a disciple, and likewise, he mourned when they did not. But he never forced anyone to follow him. That decision is strictly up to us.

We have perhaps hundreds of thousands of conversations in our lifetimes and I think we would agree that most of those are not that important except to the extent that they maintain and enrich our relationships. Asking someone to consider becoming a follower of Jesus is without a doubt the most important conversation we can have with them since that decision has consequences for this life and the next. Praise God for encounters with others, for recognizing and loving our fellow humans, and for the opportunity to offer them, through God’s power, the treasure of love, grace, mercy and eternal life. Amen.