Space...the final frontier

I used to be a huge star trek fan. funny how kirk got more hair the older he got.

turned 44 the other day. I get more hair on my back the older I get. life is funny, but people are funnier. I used to think that the final frontier was outer space. now I believe it is the space between our ears.

I am amazed at how dogmatic people are. not about scripture, cause most of their beliefs are not based on that. but on feelings, thoughts, and what stuff is not. even the ones who claim orthadoxy is antique thinking, are dogmatic about not being dogmatic.

charismatic folks, or pentecostals where I am from, baptists, presbyterians, methodist, and various other denominational institutions refuse to find common ground on which to stand. so they divide and gather. gather for themselves a hord of folks who stand on the same minuteness as they do.

the space between our ears is filled with so much religous rattle we seldom here from or can react to the nudging of the Spirit to feed a hungry man, call a lonly friend, comfort a homeless woman, pray for an inmate, or read the word. rather than being filled with wisdom and salt, our words bite and scratch from personal hurts that we continually pick at like a scab we will not let heal.

as a man thinks, so he is.

when the space that fills our head is filled with thoughts of better than, rather than other than, we get messages and thoughts that can only divide.

here is the deal.

whetehr or not you agree that you can see jesus, or have him talk to you matters for naught.
whether or not you believe jesus went to india and studied with llamas, is meaningless
whether or not you believe jesus is the only way to salvation does not matter...

what matters is what you do.

what you do is more important than what you believe.

so come on in. all freaks are welcome. but if you aint got the satchel to spread the faith, keep the space under your nose closed, and let the space between your ears be filled with scripture.

I was thinking about what jesus would say to me if he talked directly to me. he would quote scripture.

I was thinking what jesus would tell the llamas. he would tell them to repent, for the kingdom of heaven is here. the same thing he told the jews.

I was thinking about how I have been anti church for some time. well, mostly anti american church. and I realized I am part of the problem. look at how we so maturely handled it. we all left and took our toys to another sand box. great idea. I am glad my grand parents did not do that.

the whole post modern thing still looks like a bunch of dissatisfied white men who are mad at their parents cause they made them go to church. (ewrin mcmanus)

we have grown into a bunch of spiritual sissies who got our feelings hurt cause some preacher told us masterbating to porn was sin, or sleeping with anothers spouse was adultry, or taking stuff home from the office was stealing, or we should not cheat on our taxes. so what we did was get a bunch of folks who had their feelings hurt and had a cry session at the coffee sop over an espresso and talked about how much the church sucks.

then we blame. parents mostly.

truth is, we cheat on our wives, casue we settle for a lover less than Jesus.
we are addicted to porn casue there is no excitement or passion with jesus.
we steal casue we are not satisfied.
we are terrible fathers cause we dont care about anything but us.
our wives leave casue we don't love them
our kids never see us, seldom hear our voice...casue we like it that way.
integrity? only till I get caught.
lust? I am unhappy at home. she doesnot understand me.

it is always something. always something. anything but sin. that would make us sinners. and if we are sinners, we need forgiveness. and if we need forgiveness, then we need God. and if we need God...that means we have been wrong.

john the baptist would laugh at us today. and that makes me sad. paul would cry becasue we have turned a movement into a freaking wimp fest. oh poor me. I hurt, my soul is hurting, I'm broken.

guess what? we all hurt! sin does that

nothing gets me more angry than grown men who whine about lack of passion for life and love, but they refuse to know god or love their wives. so they wimp off into the forrest and find a new car or a boat to fill their pain.

what we may need is a space heater. something so hot it can melt the crap off the walls of our mind. but wait...that is what the holy spirit does.

break us god. from our pride as men. humble us under your mighty hand. to be men of the living God. husbands and fathers of integrity. employees that are honest. and believers who want to change the world.

rise us up from our slumber