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Sometimes You Just Have To Look Up

I was recently on a silence and solitude retreat for a day and had the chance to walk through the forest preserve on the property.  A small stream about 30 yards wide ran the perimeter of the preserve so I decided to follow the trail near it on one of my hikes. 

After a little while I came upon a slight dip in the stream, which created a small waterfall.  Understand, I do mean small because I don’t think any whitewater rafters are losing sleep trying to get to this location or anything.  But it was a perfect place to stop and just reflect.

As I looked at the waterfall, I was trying to apply what I was seeing to how it might relate to our lives.  I found myself getting caught up in thoughts of how our lives are so much like this stream.  They seem to be going along fine and then things start to speed up.  Sometimes we know the reasons, but other times life just starts to get a little frantic and we don’t seem to see why.

Then it hits us. 

It’s the dip in the river, the edge of the waterfall, the unforeseen speed bump of life.  Before you know it you are smack dab over the edge and in the middle of something that seems out of control.  It could be a job loss, a marriage that crumbles, a fight about money with a coworker, or a major health illness.

Whatever it may be, you find yourself underwater fighting to surface again and sifting through the white bubbles left in its wake.

As I stood and watched, I noticed a piece of bark that had gone through the natural progression of what I just described and after it surfaced from the falls I watched it.  It floated around getting tossed by rocks, fast moving water, even getting close to the bottom of the falls again, but eventually it made it’s way down the river and the smooth ride it enjoyed at the top of the falls returned again. 

But soon the twigs and branches I saw in the water quickly turned to faces of people I knew and cared about.  People who I know are bobbing around in a sea of white water desperately trying to find that smooth water again.  As I was thinking about all this I have to be honest, it was kind of hard to process.  I was really getting frustrated until I happened to look up in the trees near the shoreline. 

What I saw was a very odd thing to be in a tree that stretched out over the water as much as it did.  You see up in the very top of the tree I saw a cross.  A small, burnt red, man-made cross.  Now, I’m pretty sure the little nuns I saw at the Hermitage didn’t shimmy up the tree to put it there, but it was obvious someone intentionally put it up there. 

And then it dawned on me.

I got so caught up in the middle of all the stuff going on in the water I forgot to look up.  I completely lost sight of where the strength to get through the waterfalls of life comes from.

“I life up my eyes to the hills—

where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

the Maker of heaven and earth.”

-Psalm 121:1-2

So in the middle of your battles don’t get so caught up in the white water around you that you forget to look up.  God may have been waiting in the trees the whole time. J

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Last Will and Testament

My wife and I had the uncomfortable experience a couple years ago of putting together our Will.  I say uncomfortable because honestly how many people like to sit down to a nice cool class of iced tea and discuss the light and airy topic of death?  You see, a friend of ours from Parkview came over and all three of us sat down at our dining room table and discussed the greatest “What If” question anyone could ask.  “What if you died?”  I know, I know many of you just solidified your answer of “no” if ever asked to come over for dinner with Cherie and I, but believe me we don’t always talk about the deep stuff.  Sometimes we discuss lighter topics like predestination vs. free will, Calvinism vs. Arminism, or whether or not animals have souls.  So come on over! 

In all seriousness, this Will and Testament deal did make us stop and think about some very tough decisions.  Sure a great deal of our discussion was spent on who got what stuff and how much of our little estate would go to him or her, but it made me also wonder about what type of legacy I would be leaving behind too.  What would people say about Brian Hunt after I was gone?  Would people remember me or would I just be a blip on this radar screen called life?  Would I have somehow carved my name in the cement of our culture so that everyone knew I was here?  If the people I came in contact with over the course of my life heard of my death would they think back to good memories or bad ones? 

Would people even make an effort to come to your funeral or would they put the same amount of effort into you as you did to them?  Now I’m not asking you to start making a list of people you want at your funeral and begin the RSVP process or anything like that.  But I am asking you to consider this; if the light switch of life was turned off right now, what would you want people to say or remember about you?  Granted it is very clear in the Bible that we are not saved or defined by our works alone, but what would you want rattled off about you as people reflected on your life?  Or better yet, what would you want God to say about you after you have completed your mission here on Earth?   If the God of the Universe was given the microphone at your funeral and was given a few minutes (FYI- I would hate to be the person given the job of telling God He had a time limit) to say a few words about you, what would He say? 

My prayer for you is to start living dangerously.  I pray that you take a sledgehammer to your comfort zone and destroy it.  Leave it behind with a huge God-sized hole in it so that anyone that passes by to look at your former life will know without a shadow of a doubt that you are living completely for Christ.  That cocoon you used to live safely within restricted you from spreading your wings and flying.  Let me ask you, how many butterflies do you see rolling around in the dirt?  None, zero, nada.  That is because they are a new creation created to do greater things than did before.  They leave their old dirt behind and soar to new heights. 

I want to encourage you to spread your wings, make an impact in our world, and a leave a legacy worthy of God bragging about when you are gone.  Whatever you do, don’t be a butterfly stuck in the mud.  Remember, you are new creation created to amazing things for God! 

So before the lights go out, live dangerously and start writing your name in some wet cement!

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The Bunny Behind the Fridge

The other day I noticed a little gray ear sticking out from behind my refrigerator.  I didn’t think much of it since it is close to Easter and Aniston has all kinds of bunnies, but this seemed odd.  The odd part was that every time I opened the back door to our deck it would tuck its ears back in and then reappear after the door shut. 

 

Well I had to check it out…

 

To my shock, it turned out not to be a bunny at all, but a disgusting collection of fuzz, dog hair, and dust that had morphed into a disgusting mass behind our fridge.  It looked like an Etch A Sketch had ended it all behind there.  Yuck!

 

Well that got me wondering about a few other items in our house that didn’t get moved that often.  Sure enough, the carnage was repeated behind the dresser, the bed, and even Aniston’s changing table!  The people at the First 48 would have had a field day with all those crime scenes.

 

Now before you start calling Merry Maids for us, our house is very clean.  I know…because I clean it most of the time J.  From the outsiders point of view everything looks really good.  Honestly we don’t have to do much before people come over because Cherie and I stay on top of it pretty well.

 

However, this “little discovery” today made me realize that there are still things in our house that might be awkward and heavy to move but hide a bunch of dirt we don’t see.  Or maybe don’t want to see.

 

How about in your world?  And, no I’m not trying to guilt you into cleaning your garage.  I’m wondering about your other worlds.  Your family, job, relationship, and spiritual words.

 

Let me see if these will help point you to some awkward and heavy things in your life that may need a look behind.

  • When was the last time you asked your wife how she thought you were doing as a husband?
  • When was the last time you talked to your kids about how you could be better parents to them?
  • When was the last time you and your husband talked about how satisfied each of you are with your sex life?
  • When was the last time you talked to your boyfriend about not living together any more until you get married?
  • When was the last time you asked God to show you areas in your life that you can improve to be a better Christian?
  • When was the last time you asked God to put someone in your life that you could share your faith with?

I believe some of us don’t move these big pieces of furniture in our lives because it takes effort and we don’t want to see what’s back there!  Sometimes the answers or the work that needs to be done may not be fun, but it doesn’t mean it’s all ok back there if you don’t look. 

 

Ephesians 5:13 says “But everything exposed by the light becomes visible—and everything that is illuminated becomes a light.”

 

If I learned anything from my refrigerator experience it is that just because it may look pretty on the outside doesn’t mean it is.  The only way to really tell is to shine a little light in those areas you don’t look at so often and get to scrubbing. 

 

And the best part is you don’t have to do it alone!  Sometimes in order to get to those hard to reach places behind that heavy stuff you need a little help.  This may be a perfect opportunity to reach out to a friend, your church, a counselor, or spouse and just say “Hey, can you help me with this?  I can’t do it on my own.”

 

Believe me, Jesus already knows what’s back there and He’s just hoping you will ask for some Light to be shed on it so He can help you clean it up.

 

Oh geez!  I just saw another bunny ear.  Gotta run! 

 

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The Guy at the Gym

I workout.

Monday – Chest and Back

Tuesday – Biceps and Triceps

Wednesday – Cardio

Thursday – Legs and Shoulders

Friday – Chest and Latts

 

Each day is different with the exception of one thing…”the guy at the gym”.  Somehow, this same guy is always there.  I mean it!  He is there before I come and after I leave.   He is there Monday – Sunday without fail and I would argue that if I came at 3:00 pm on a Tuesday in the middle of blizzard with the only possible way of arriving to the gym was by a sled pulled by Alaskan Huskies he would be there.

Now this doesn’t surprise me.  After having been in Health and Fitness Industry for over 7 years I have seen this type of person along with many other types of people.  There are the people that come to generally better their health.  There are the people that come to show off their outfits.  There are the people that come to show off what God gave them to put under the outfits.  There are the people that come to to see if there is anyone worthy enough to date.  There is the group of creepy people who wander around as if they were Robert Redford in the movie Jeremiah Johnson.  Then of course there are the people that come to the gym to honestly try and slip and fall in an attempt to cash in as if they hit the jackpot at Harrah’s in Joliet (another story for another blog).  But then…oh then there are people like the guy at the gym (who I will call Gym from now on).  

Gym is the kind of guy that spends hours doing something, but never really doing anything.  He is between the ages of 25 and 45 and floats from machine to machine, employee to employee, TV to TV, and girl to girl everyday all the while thinking, “man I am really getting a great workout”.  And without an ounce of doubt in my mind Gym leaves every day thinking that he just had the most intense workout experience ever and impatiently drives home in his Pontiac Sunfire to tell his mom. 

Gym drives me Kookoo for Coco-Puffs crazy not just because he may very possibly sweat up every piece of machinery in the building, but because he actually thinks he is making himself better.  He believes that by being around the weights, being around the cardio machines, being around normal people it will somehow let him accomplish what he wants to become.  

This is exactly what we do as Christians.  Far too many of us sleepwalk through our lives hoping that being around other Christians, having a Bible in our homes, coming to Church, saying Amen at the right times, and making the best casserole for the potluck will make us more like Jesus.    You can rest assured you are in as good of spiritual shape as my friend Gym is in physical shape. 

Being a Christian is not a spectator sport.  In fact I would argue it is much closer to Mixed Martial Arts than anything.  If you don’t have a few scars from your journey with Christ you have been living a nice "Nerf" life. 

If you really call yourself a Christian you need to be willing to get your hands dirty.  Don’t just read your Bible, apply it to your life.  Don’t just come to Church, be involved in Church.  Don’t just say you will pray for someone, actually PRAY for them. 

Don’t call yourself a Christian, BE a Christian.

It will take some work, but at the end of your life you won’t be driving your Sunfire back to mom’s house. 

No…you will be sprinting through the finish line, tired, exhausted, and falling into your Dad’s arms, but it will be worth the work!

 

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The Old Guys At McDonalds

Growing up in South Dakota we would have to leave very early in the morning to travel to our basketball, baseball, football, soccer, or "you name it" games.  So my mom would usually let us grab breakfast from McDonald's on the way and occasionally we would have time to go in and eat. 

When we went inside even through a groggy haze I remember seeing the same group of old guys sitting in McDonald's sipping coffee and swapping stories.  Most of these stories I shouldn't repeat, but let's just say they made a teenager giggle.  They'd sit around talking and drinking until one by one they would leave for the day.  Every time one would leave the group would say "See ya Bob" or "Catch you tomorrow Fred" knowing that the next day would bring them back together. 

Fast forward to Frankfort, Illinois 2011 and walk into any McDonalds early in the morning and I willing to bet you will find a similar group.  A group of old timers swapping stories, sipping coffee, and talking about life.  And whether they think about it or not they have a great support system for one another sheltered safely under the Golden Arches. 

This just goes to show that everyone needs or has a small group.

It seems that one of the scariest requests you can make of someone in the church world is to "join a small group".  Say those words and people retract back in their personal shells like a turtle at the zoo.  Somehow the thought of willingly putting yourself in a group of peopel to discuss life seems so odd and foreign, but from what I've seen it's completely natural!

Let's be honest if a group of guys that lived in a generation much less open and "feelings orientated" as ours today can get together and talk life I think we probably could too.  And listen, no one makes these guys get up at 4:30 am to come down to McD's.   They do it willingly!  For some reason they desire to be around their friends.  For some reason they are drawn toward community.

The reason is because that is how God designed us.  He created us to be in community with each other and living life together.  He never envisioned us pulling in our garages, turning off the car, and shutting the door before we got out.  In fact His plan is exactly the opposite.

"The Lord God said, 'It is not good for the man to be alone.  I will make a helper suitable for him.'"- Genesis 2:18

"Let us not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another." – Hebrews 10:25

I know sometimes the thought of going to some random person's house you never met and walking in with your rice crispy treats and untouched Bible could be intimidating.  Man it was for me too at first!  But what is even scarier is thought of trying to manage through this life on my own. 

So maybe we all need to take a little advice from the old guys at McDonalds and get in a small group.  If you haven't gotten in one and you attend Parkview why not click on this link?

Join a Small Group Now

If you are reading this somewhere else I'll just challenge you to jump into a group somewhere and start digging into life with some people.  I know you will not regret it and who knows maybe you will learn to like Egg McMuffins too!

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The Voices in My Head

Read this phrase to yourself:  "I Love You."

  • Now say it to yourself as if it was someone who really loves and cares for you. 
  • Ok, now say it to yourself as if it was someone you casually know as a friend.
  • One last time.  Now say it to yourself as if it was someone that you can't stand or your worst enemy.

Did the meaning of the words change as the person you envisioned saying it changed?

You said the exact same phrase right? 

The only difference was the voice of the person saying it, but it totally changed the meaning and/or sincerity in which you felt those words.  You can't expect to feel the same way when your wife tells you she "loves you" and when Osama bin Laden tells you the same thing!

My mind and heart will instantly detect the genuineness and sincerity in my wife's words and the sarcasm and deceit in the words of a mass murderer. 

However…sometimes this works against us too. 

Take e-mail for instance.

Do you ever find that when you read an e-mail you add all kinds of attitude and sassafras to their words so that by the time you’re done reading it you pretty much want to punch the person in the face?  I mean throw an emoticon in there at least would ya!  But then when you actually talk to the person about the e-mail you find out they intended it to be far less caustic than the voices in your head made it sound.

I find that those same voices in my head mess with my relationship with God too. 

Depending on what you've been taught or heard about God, I' sure you have a perception of what you think He is like.  Some people have the view that God is angry and a grumpy old man on a cloud.  So even when they hear that God "Loves them" they do so with a bitter taste in their mouth and doubt that it could be true. 

Others of us have this idea that God is always puppies and ponies and all He intends for us is to be healthy and wealthy.  As if God were a genie in a bottle and if we say the right prayer and sing the right songs money will fall out of the skies into our cubicle at work.   Then when it doesn't happen and we drive home in our 1984 Ford Taurus with only 3 of the 4 doors still attached we feel God has let us down.

The voices in our heads that tell us what we think God is like cloud our judgment so much that we never really investigate what He really is like.

Now I don’t' have enough space to describe the complexity of who God really is, and frankly I wouldn't do Him justice if I tried.  So maybe I can just pose a few questions and let you take it from here. 

  • What if what you thought about God was as inaccurate as the e-mail you read from your friend?
  • What if you have been saying the words "I Love You" with the wrong image of who is saying it?
  • What if the voices in your head are wrong?

So I'll encourage you just as I encouraged myself.  Read the Bible and find out who the REAL God is and not who you've made Him out to be.  I've found out He is way more loving, merciful, graceful, and amazing than I could imagine.

 

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Rolling Through The Stop Signs Of Life

It seems like when I'm driving around the Southside of Chicago that stop signs are treated like suggestions instead of laws.  It could be bone dry out, but that won't stop Mr. "My Time is More Important Than Yours" from rolling through the 4-way stop so he can get home 7 seconds faster. 

I wish I could say that Lloyd Christmas' words from Dumb and Dumber "Hey, I guess they're right. Senior citizens, although slow and dangerous behind the wheel, can still serve a purpose. I'll be right back. Don't you go dying on me!" was the excuse for all the people I see, but I can't.  It is multi-generational.

If you think about it, the society we live in is really held together by a thin line of faith and trust in the people around us.  I mean, if a line of cars completely ignored the stop light at a busy intersection there really isn't much you as a driver wanting to go the other way can do.  We trust that the other drivers around us will abide by the same laws we know and stop, yield, signal, and turn when and how they are supposed to. However it only takes one person to ignore the rules and disaster strikes.

We also have faith that the laws that are established are created with our safety and best interests in mind.  I don't think anyone can say that a stop sign is made just to make people mad or to be used as a college sociology experiment, although that would be interesting research to see. 

The laws are put in place for our own good, but yet people still roll through life because they feel they are better than the law or they think their way is right.  However, just as rolling through a stop sign will set you up for a T-bone (and I don't mean from Smith and Wollenskys) so will rolling through the directions God gives us.

We read in Proverbs these words:

"There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death." – Proverbs 16:25

"Wow Brian this seems a little extreme!  I mean isn't comparing my not stopping at a yellow light and death a little much?"  Or to bring it to a spiritual point, "How does me sleeping with my girlfriend before I'm married and dying have anything to do with each other?"  I guess it depends on which car you are in.

I just wonder if we ever stop and think about what our decisions to not follow God's direction in life do to other people.  We usually try to motivate change from the internal drive to do better for ourselves, but what about the drive to do better so you don't jack up somebody else?

When my friends were killed in a traffic accident back in high school it wasn't their choice to get hit by that drunk driver.  They didn't choose to drive into his lane on the highway.  No, their lives were affected because of the decision of someone else to think their way was right.

To bring it closer to home, maybe you call yourself a Christian man, attend church regularly, read the Bible every morning, call your grandmother regularly, and volunteer at the animal shelter on Tuesday nights.  But in your relationship you tell your “new to the faith” girlfriend it's ok to sleep together before you’re married because you are "married in your hearts".  Death still happens.  A little bit of the purity of that young woman died.  The image she has of a Christ-like relationship is shattered.  All because you rolled through a stop sign designed by God because you thought it wasn't hurting anyone.  

Our sin has a ripple effect that radiates far beyond our personal space and impacts the lives of so many more people than we will ever know.

The beautiful part of this Proverb though is what the opposite effect of it can be.  If we take a second to re-write it in the positive it would read. 

"All the ways of God are right, and will bring life." 

Now that's a saying you can put on a t-shirt!  It's also a verse that you can trust to live your life by without any regret. 

God's design is for us to not roll through the stop signs He made, but to trust that the guardrails He designed are meant for our protection and for those around us we love.  So take an extra second and come to a complete stop…it may just save a life…not just yours.

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Go To Your Room And Stop Being Stupid!

"Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but whoever hates correction is stupid." - Proverbs 12:1

I remember writing a paper for a college English class at the University of Nebraska that really has stuck with me.  I have no idea what the paper was about, but what I do remember was getting back the first draft from the teacher and having it be so covered with red correction ink it was dripping.  It looked like the script of a horror movie coming alive on the page!

Well, after following the guidance of my teacher and looking at where I messed up, I turned in my final draft of the paper the next week.  Along with the paper, I attached a brand new red pen in the package and a note saying "I thought you may need this after my last one.  Sorry about that." Listen, I wasn't voted Class Brown Noser in high school for nothing.

In the end, I got a 100% on the paper and actually got an A+ for the entire semester. So needless to say, I took the direction of my teacher and fixed my mistakes.

I'm fairly certain I've never met anyone in all my different interactions in life that loved to be corrected or disciplined.

  • Not one of my baseball teammates ran up to me after a terrible day batting and said "Boy, I can't wait to meet with coach tomorrow and have him tear my behind apart!"
  • My brothers never got excited wondering what our dad would do to them when he got home and found out they broke the dry wall in the basement.
  • I've never met a girl that loved sprinting into my office to tell me she cheated on her boyfriend just to see what I'd say. 

Correction and discipline are not naturally woven into the human condition to be enjoyed like holding a baby or kissing your wife.  In most cases they are avoided with the same intensity as the perfume sprayers at the mall.  Our minds attach a negative connotation to both of them but in different ways. 

Correction is often seen as a sign of weakness where the person feels that the correction comes out of the need to fix your screw up.  We feel like everyone is watching and pointing at us. 

Discipline on the other hand seems to incite the feeling of being put in the corner or sent to your room because you did something wrong.  For my Catholic friends out there the nuns with the rulers would enter the picture here.

None of us enjoy having our bubble touched. We will kick, scream and even threaten violence to anyone that dares to pop the personal bubble we place around us. The bubble that says "I'm fine; everyone else is jacked up, and if it ain't broke why fix it?" Bubbles filled with old high school yearbooks, participation ribbons, employee of the month certificates, and whatever else helps to keep us built up inside. But have you noticed that it doesn't take much to pop these? 

Little things like an odd look or a misread text message can be just as destructive as a cheating spouse or an intervention for a drug problem. The bubbles pop very, very easily. 

I can relate. I wish I had more pats on the back than wagging fingers in my face, but what I’ve come to realize is that by resisting correction I'm missing out on God's desires for me. In fact by resisting He calls me stupid. Seems harsh, but once again…He's right!

The reason is that God's correction is not meant to show you how dumb you are, it is meant to put you on a path that is better than your current path of destruction. It would have done me no good if my teacher looked at my paper and said "Looks great!" just so I could feel good about myself. God would not be a loving Father if He didn't provide course corrections to us in our life.

Additionally, God's discipline, whether passed out directly from the Big Man upstairs or through thoughtful words of loved ones or a pastor, are not meant to put you in your place like a child.  They are meant to lovingly keep you from further damage and help you avoid the freight train of sin that is ready to smack you in the face the way you are headed.

So you and I can either learn to see the correction and discipline we receive as knowledge to become more spiritually mature, or we can punch the messenger in the face and keep living in our sensitive personal bubbles.

Just know, sooner or later, no matter how hard you try….Pop! 

 

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Daniel and the Lion’s Den – The After Party

“At the king’s command, the men who had falsely accused Daniel were brought in and thrown into the lions’ den, along with their wives and children. And before they reached the floor of the den, the lions overpowered them and crushed all their bones.” – Daniel 6:24

Now, before I touch on this verse I’d really love for you to read the rest of Daniel 6 so you have some context, but if you can’t here are the cliff notes.

In one of the most ironic and odd Bible stories we tell our children before they go to bed, this is the classic story of Daniel and the lion’s den.

Daniel is a highly regarded prophet of God and a really, really, really good one at that.  At this time in his life he is a high ranking administrator and because of his success not well liked by some people.  As a result, his critics look to catch him breaking a law they convinced the King to pass banning the kingdom from praying to anyone except the king for the next 30 days.

Daniel being a strong man of Faith did not budge in his devotion to God and as a result was sentenced to be eaten alive by lions.  The king himself was anguished at having to do this, but the law he passed was unshakable.  So down in the pit of lions Daniel went for the night as the king went home to try and sleep.

At the break of day, Scripture says, the king rushed back and found Daniel still alive in the den.  Daniel’s exact response was “O king, live forever!  my God sent his angel, and he shut the mouths of the lions.  They have no hurt me, because I was found innocent in his sight.  Nor have I ever done any wrong before you,O king.” (Can you see why this dude was loved? :) )

However, here is where we jump into the verse above.

After hugging Daniel and most likely apologizing for the whole lion thing, he turns his attention to the yahoos that forced the king’s hand to kill this Godly man.

As we read, the punishment seemed almost fitting.  Take the punishment you tried to inflict on an innocent man and apply it the person who deserves it.  However, we notice that it wasn’t just the men that suffered the punishment.  It was the entire family that was mauled by the lions and whose bones were crushed.

Now wait a minute.  That doesn’t seem fair.  What did the kids and wives do?

In that culture this was very common.  You see, it all came down to eliminating any and all threats to the throne.  So instead of killing just the men and running the risk of the sons growing up to seek retribution, the king just eliminated everyone involved so he didn’t have to worry about keeping up with all the offspring.

So as a result the family of these men also received the punishment for their actions.  They were collateral damage.

Don’t kid yourself.  This still happens all the time today.

Families and loved ones suffering the consequences of someone else’s actions, mistakes, slip-ups, decisions…sin.  Lives mauled to pieces as collateral damage.

  • It’s the couple that gets a divorce because they “fell out of love” who have to watch as their kids are turned to dust through the process.
  • It’s the husband that decides to gamble his paychecks away thinking it will only affect him who then has to live through the “lions” of distrust and financial ruin along with his wife.
  • It’s the teenager who believes that “everyone is drinking so I should too” who soon finds out that going to college or getting a job is a lot harder with a DUI and a criminal record.  Not to mention the devastation of a mom who just had to post bail for their child.

We do not live life in a vacuum.  Our actions, decisions, and their effects are not isolated to only us.  They ripple out to many, many, many more people.

Without a doubt we should desire to remove sin in our life for the sake of our relationship with Christ, but additionally we should be spurred on by the families we love.

I don’t know of anyone that would be excited to see a hungry lion being brought home.

 

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