The praise team at our church was singing a song in which they repeated the same words over and over. Vain repetition? Well, there is such a thing. But I don’t think that the praise team was guilty of it.
Admittedly, repetition can be empty or vain. Jesus warned his disciples about this, and we also need to hear that warning. “And when you pray, do not heap up empty phrases as the Gentiles do, for they think that they will be heard for their many words.” (Matthew 6:7)
The King James Version of this verse warns against “vain repetitions.” However, not all repetitions are vain or empty. Some are very helpful and rich.
One good function of repetition is that it emphasizes a thing, a person, a prayer, an idea. When that thing, person, prayer, or idea is important, then repetitive emphasis is in order. I tell my wife every day that I love her. Vain repetition? I don’t think so! Emphasizing something that is true and important? Yes!
Another advantage of repetition is that it is wonderfully helpful when I’m trying to learn something. There is a saying that goes something like this:
“Repetition is the handmaiden of learning.
Repetition is the handmaiden of learning.
Repetition is the handmaiden of learning.”
I am currently learning a bit of Spanish with the help of Duolingo. The lessons are very repetitious. Thank God! With my a.d.d. mind, I have to go over and over things before I really get them. Only when something has become second nature to us is it really part of our nature at all.
Of course, what I/we are repeating needs to be true and helpful. In this day of the twenty-four-hour, seven-days-a-week news cycle, there is a tendency to simply repeat whatever news or allegations are currently making the rounds. And the problem is that if a thing is said over and over, we tend to believe it. But lies can be recycled over and over too. That doesn’t make them true, however.
And, of course, there is the anonymous net and antisocial media. Things are repeated and repeated until we believe them. Now that is vain repetition!
But if a thing is true and important, it is worthy of repetition. Such repetition is anything but vain.
Sing that repetitious song one more time, praise team! At least one more time!
I’m not good with numbers, but I am fascinated with words. On the other hand, sometimes I get excited even by numbers.
Take the expression, “doing a 180,” for example. Sometimes people talk about a radical change as “doing a 360”. However, if you do a 360°, all you’ve done is a circle. You’re right back where you began. So, unless I’m missing something (always a possibility), I think that a radical change is doing a 180.
As our Bible study guide pointed out last night, the Hebrew word teshuvah means “to turn”. Interestingly, this Hebrew word for repentance is also the word for apostasy! It all depends on which direction you are turning. Are you turning away from sin and toward God (repentance), or are you turning away from God to go your own way (apostasy)?
Now, I freely admit that I get lost easily. This is true whether you’re talking about traveling geographically or in terms of life itself. There are times when a 180 is precisely what I need to do.
However, why should I wait until I’m that lost? Why not seek to live so that, if I get even a little off the path, I allow God to make me aware? Why not repent quickly, before I’ve done a lot of damage to myself, other people, God’s loving and tender heart?
So, my goal is to get it down to 1°, to repent quickly, not to wait until I’m crazy way lost.
I can’t be among the one-percenters when it comes to material wealth. Never really wanted to be. Don’t now. But the one-degree-ers—now that is a worthy goal.
Is the world (or at least the human part of the world) a mess? Or is the world achingly beautiful?
Depends on where you look.
For example, this morning I was outside, and I nearly witnessed a wreck. The highway department is working on a small section of road near our house. In order to avoid a longer detour, people are cutting through the housing development across the road from us. This is despite the signs that read “NO THRU TRAFFIC”! The sign is positioned so that it blocks the right lane at the entry of the subdivision. Of course, many people are paying absolutely no attention to the sign, and there is a lot of traffic through this residential area.
So, there was a truck pulling a trailer waiting to pull out of the subdivision onto the main highway, and there was a car trying to turn left into the subdivision. But the sign was in the way, so the car turning left got hung up with his/her car right in the path of oncoming traffic on the main road. A car came barreling down the highway from the other direction. Fortunately, he/she was able to stop before hitting the car. But it was close.
Why all this unnecessary drama? Hurry, I suppose, and an unwillingness to obey the law because people were in a hurry. I am reminded of what someone said many years ago when things weren’t quite as hurried as they are now. “Hurry is not of the devil. Hurry is the devil.” Hurry is ugly, and it breeds more ugliness.
But the reason I was outside to see this little scenario unfolding was because of beauty. The sun was just coming up and kissing the tops of the trees, when a very brief shower arrived from the west. I hustled downstairs and out the kitchen door to see if there was a rainbow. There wasn’t, or at least, I didn’t see one. But the sunrise was beautiful, and the fragrance in the air after the shower reminded me of the Garden of Eden, even though I’ve never there. A few leaves were falling from a nearby tree, and my wife’s flowers were as stunningly beautiful as the one who planted them.
We need to look at the ugliness of life and consider whether we might be contributing to it. Yes, we do! And slowing down enough to obey the warning signs might be advisable as well. There are a lot of small children in that subdivision across the road. Being in a hurry and not heeding the signs could lead to something much more horrendous than a car accident.
But we need to look at the beauty of life as well. Indeed, we need to look, not only at the beauty, but for the beauty.
Everything depends on where you look.
One of my fellow addicts summarized his basic struggles (and my own) in the following manner: “My problem was lust, entitlement, and pride.
Lust: I want it!
Entitlement: I deserve it!
Pride: I can handle it!” (Anonymous)
He went on to say that “having a scare” won’t keep you from acting out in your addiction. Only honesty can do that.
Of course, it isn’t just addicts who struggle with lust, entitlement, and pride. These are human struggles. Addictions are just the usual human struggles on steroids, and those of us who are addicts are not a different species, just a different sub-species of human.
We are all responsible for the things we want. Wants can be encouraged or discouraged. The idea that people’s desires are malleable is behind all advertising. Advertising does not exist to tell us where to get what we need. It exists to tell us what we want, and that these wants are needs.
And, if we want something, surely we must be entitled to it, right?
One of the things for which I’ve never been able to forgive my parents is that they never consulted me to see if I actually wanted to be. I think that being is an important choice. They should have taken my feelings about the matter into their considerations!
If I was not entitled to my choice as to whether to be or not to be (and, as Shakespeare famously said, that is the question), then what else am I entitled to claim as my own? Even life is not possessed, only lived. This is true and has always been true. Covid-19 has simply reminded us of this basic fact.
And then, there is pride, the pretense that “I can handle this.” No, you can’t. Neither can I. The truth is that we do need other people. And I believe that we also—indeed, supremely—need God. That’s true for a baby in arms, for the elderly (which I am now), and for a strong twenty-something person. We may not like it, but it is still true.
So, whether you are an addict or not, I hope that you’ll be honest. It might be a good, daily routine to put in place to begin your day with three basic, honest confessions:
I am not promising that this will be a miracle cure for whatever ails you. I am saying, from my own experience and that of many others, that if you will confess these things and live them out, your life will get gradually better and be enriched in a thousand ways.
Of course, the living out of these confessions is the thing, isn’t it?
DTEB, “Yard Sign with which I Mostly Agree: Principles Above Personalities”
I was walking back from the auto repair shop (new brakes) and was noticing a lot of political signs. I live in a very pro-Trump area, so I was not surprised to find that there were quite a few signs for the Trump-Pence ticket. I did see one yard that had two signs: “Black Lives Matter” and “Biden-Harris.”
Many yards had no signs at all. Did this mean that they simply didn’t care? Or did it mean that they didn’t want to indicate to other people for whom they are planning to vote? Or do they simply not like yard signs?
As I mulled over these matters, I saw a yard sign that looked different. At first, I thought it might be a sign for someone who had painted the house or done some other kind of work for the homeowner. But, when I stopped for a closer look, I read the following:
This was rather refreshing. That is not to say that I agree with it all. If “WOMEN’S RIGHTS” are intended to include the right to an abortion as a means of birth control, I find this very problematic. But, other than that, I agree with everything else. (And, incidentally, and with the realization that many of you will vociferously disagree, I do not think that the abortion issue is the only one for us to consider during this election cycle.)
However, what I found particularly refreshing about this sign was not simply what it said, but more so, what it implied. The implication of the sign was that principles matter more than personalities.
The last phrase of the twelfth tradition of twelve-step groups is that we “. . . place principles before personalities.” And that is something about which we should all think deeply. What are our principles? Not opinions, but our deep convictions and principles. Not our own personalities or those of others, but the deepest core of who we are as individuals and as a nation.
And this is something we need to do, not once every four years, or two years, or each year. This matter of having good, solid principles and living them out is the journey of a lifetime. In fact, such a journey may be another word for life itself.
My own belief is that principles and convictions need to be anchored in God. I believe that God’s own principles flow out of the deepest part of who God is. And at this point, at least, God wants us to be like God.
If we want to have really good, solid principles, perhaps we should think more about God, and less about Trump-Pence and Biden-Harris.
A friend who knows that I struggle with depression asked me a very fine, probing question: “What do you get from being depressed?” Really good friends are the ones who ask you the tough questions that you don’t have the courage to ask yourself. This question was a dandy!
Hummm! What do I get out of being depressed? Two things come to mind right away.
First, when I’m depressed, I get some sympathy. One problem with this is that, after a while, even good friends and my wife (who is the best of friends) get weary of catering to my grey moods. Sometimes my depression is a colossal form of selfishness. I am not saying this about your depression, only my own. However, if the shoe fits and all that jazz.
Another problem with the sympathy that I get from others when I’m depressed is a strange phenomenon: When I’m depressed, I can’t metabolize the kindness and sympathy of others. Depression is a kind of Crone’s Disease of the mind and emotions. The more I crave understanding from others, the less good it does me. When I’m depressed, I find myself starving for the very things that those who love me are so desperately feeding me.
A second “benefit” of my depression (and I use the word “benefit” very loosely) is that depression gives me the right to do nothing for myself or for anyone else. Depression thus feeds my laziness. The net effect of doing nothing for myself or for anyone else is, quite predictably, deeper depression.
So, what I really “get” out of depression is . . . more depression! The best thing I can get out of depression is myself.
Are you prepared? Or are you just lookin’? What I mean by these questions will become clearer if you consider the following proverb that I listened to this morning.
Prov. 20:4: “A lazy-bones never plows during the fall, but he looks for a harvest—and there isn’t one.” (My paraphrase from the Hebrew)
“How foolish!” you say? “Why would anyone expect a harvest when he hasn’t planted anything or even plowed the field?”
Yes! But are we really so different from this man? Maybe you are, but I am not.
The list goes on. I will not.
Years ago, a good friend of mine and I were playing golf. He is a good golfer. I, on the other hand, find lots of balls in the woods and the weeds. (My idea of achieving a below par score is finding more balls in the woods and weeds than I’ve lost. And if you have to ask my what I’m doing in the weeds or the woods in the first place, you either don’t know anything about golf, or you have not had your coffee yet.)
I had just made an incredibly poor shot, but one with a lucky result. My friend (who is not big on offering advice), asked, “Are you more interested in product or process?” That cooled my jets! However, I actually wanted to get better at golf in those days, so I answered that process might be helpful. He gave me good counsel that improved my chipping game immensely.
“Product or process?” Committing myself to process is the name of the game. That’s true in golf and in life.
“The house of the wicked will be destroyed,
but the tent of the upright will flourish.”
(Proverbs 14:11 English Standard Version)
I’ve lived in both houses and tents, and I can make the following statement with great confidence: Houses are definitely more stable than tents.
When I was about eleven years old, I went through a camping phase. “Camping” meant my dad throwing one of his good tarps over the wooden fence that separated our yard from the pasture, and anchoring the tarp with ropes and wooden pegs. This worked well until it didn’t. One morning I woke to find that the cows had eaten the ropes on the pasture side of the tent and a good chunk of the tarp. (I thought that it felt a little cooler than usual, but I was a hearty sleeper back in those days.)
Needless to say, I wasn’t very happy about the ending of my roughing-it career. Neither was my dad, since that was his best tarp. The cows, however, were fine and never asked forgiveness.
I have to say, though, that I was glad to be back in my own bed. No mosquitoes, and evener temps. So, I decided—even at that early age—that houses were a lot more stable than tents. Cows generally don’t eat houses.
However, Proverbs warns that houses are not always preferable to tents. Apparently, it is the inhabitant that makes a dwelling place stable or unstable. To be wicked is to be unsubstantial no matter how sturdy your house. A tent can be a place to flourish, if the tent-dweller is living an upright life. And I am not convinced that, even if you’re upright in a tent for a long time, God is going to upgrade your tent to a house necessarily.
What does this verse mean by speaking of the tent-dweller as “upright”? The Hebrew word yashar suggests a person who is fair in his/her dealings, a person who is not twisted in character or behavior. Such a person is consistent and trustworthy.
A stable dwelling isn’t primarily a matter of a house that is built solidly. Nor is it mainly about paying off your mortgage. A stable dwelling is about being the right kind of person.
Even if the cows eat part of your tent!
Years ago, my sponsor encouraged me to craft and live out daily affirmations. This practice remains a transformative habit in my day-to-day recovery and life. Today’s affirmation led to an interesting exchange with my sponsor. Here is the affirmation:
“Today, by God’s grace, I am welcoming love and also aiding its flow to others. I will choose to be madly in love with everything and everyone. This will be great sanity for me.”
My sponsor replied, “Love binds us all.”
I thought about his aphorism for a few moments, and then emailed him back, “Yes, it does. False ‘love’ binds us in chains. True love binds us in a freeing embrace.”
In other words, binding can be a good thing—except when it is not. There is a kind of binding that is done in the name of love that is not at all an expression of love. There is a binding that is an expression of fear, anger, and the desire to be in control. This kind of “love” is a very common form of human evil. Sometimes, it leads to terribly evil forms of bondage, but I suspect that we all participate in this kind of bondage in less dramatic ways. Less dramatic forms of evil are evil still.
But there is also the kind of love that binds us all in our common humanity. This is a freeing kind of love, not bondage. Paul encourages this kind of freeing binding in Colossians 3:12-14.
“Col. 3:12 Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, 13 bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. 14 And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” (English Standard Version)
Paul encourages his original readers, and us, with some difficult things: compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, patience, putting up with one another, and forgiving. Who is up to these things?! But then, as if that were not enough, he adds one more thing that binds all these other virtues together: love.
The God who loved the whole world so much that he gave his only son (John 3:16) calls on us to also love. God bound himself to the entire world in love in order to free us from our bondage to sin. Can we strive to do anything less than this?
Is God a celestial killjoy? Many people—some of them very religious people—think so. They seem to think that holiness is the opposite of having our longings fulfilled.
I’m not so sure about this. Of course, there are longings, and then there are longings. Some are good, and some are anything but. But the idea that all human longings are to be divinely squashed? No, I don’t believe that. And in fact, I have scriptural warrant for rejecting the notion that every time God sees someone having a good time, God says, “Stop that!”
“Prov. 13:19 A desire fulfilled is sweet to the soul,
but to turn away from evil is an abomination to fools.” (English Standard Version)
The first half of this saying speaks very positively about the fulfillment of human desires. There are other biblical proverbs that also speak of how wonderful it is when people get what they long for (13:12; 10:3, 24, 28; 11:7, 23; 13:4).
However, the second half of Proverbs 13:19 is surprising. I would have expected that the second half of this verse would say something like “but a frustrated desire is bitter to the heart.” But no! Instead the contrast is with those who think it a horrible thing to turn from evil—in other words, those who are “fools.” A corollary to experiencing the sweetness of fulfilled desire is apparently turning from evil. Perhaps turning from evil is even a necessary precondition for our deepest desires coming to pass.
So, far from being a celestial killjoy, God desires our joy. Jesus spoke of his desire for his disciples to be filled with his joy (John 16:24). And in the Old Testament there is this verse:
“Psa. 16:11 You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” (English Standard Version)
Sin is the freely chosen frustration of our ultimate joy. Who in their right mind wants to sabotage their own joy? Unfortunately, sometimes, that is precisely what I do. Think I’ll stop!
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