Alētheia

     This morning, I would like to speak on a topic which some who know me might say is my topic of choice to talk on from a soap box, in fact of all the things I write about it would have to be this topic that I write about the most. That topic is “Our speech,” and if I were to title this message it would be “Speak as though God were listening” - because he is.       I think of how Jesus would act and react to the world we live in if he were physically walking the earth among us today. My thoughts turned to Galations 3:28 where we read:      “There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus”     I believe Christ would be so very disappointed in us, (and by us I mean mankind) both in the world and in some cases with some in the church. Christ would by disappointed in how we feed the evil of this world with our talk about politics, race and soci...

  A few years ago I wrote a short piece on my Facebook wall about Hell and the lackadaisical approach the world has towards Hell. I would like to expound a bit more on that topic now.   What drove me to write the original post was the anger I felt after having watched an episode of one of my favorite TV shows. A show titled “BULL.” It was at the end of this particular episode when the title character, Bull, had just won his case in court defending a Catholic priest and they were talking on the steps of the courthouse. At one point the priest remarks to Bull “You know you’re going to hell, right?” To which Bull responds glibly with “Yep, already got my suite booked.”    Now that in and of itself is tragic enough but what followed next compounded that tragedy and really exploded my anger. The priest then just smiled and laughed. He laughed!  The character is a man who professes to believe in God, yet he finds another man’s frivolous attitude toward Hell to be “fun...

  Yesterday I shot myself in the finger with a nail gun.     Yes, it hurt. How could it not? It didn’t go all the way through, but I did feel it hit the bone. Later in the evening as I was downing ibuprofen for the throbbing pain I had pause to reflect on something remotely (and I emphasize remotely) similar. Being as it is Easter weekend, we celebrate the resurrection of Yeshua.    Though my thoughts last night were not so much on the resurrection as they were on his crucifixion I reflected on how I felt by the quick penetration of a nail into my finger and how minuscule that pain was compared with having a nail, the size of a railroad spike going through my wrist, which is what Yeshua would have experienced. And that pain was compounded by the beating he had had previously, and the whipping that left his back in shreds of flesh not to mention the crown of 3” long thorns pressed hard into his head. My pain was fleeting and minuscule. His pain was excruciating a...