Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Why people hate Christians

I saw this video for the first time the other day and I was like, "Man, this drummer sucks."  And I saw it floating around on Facebook where a number of Christians were making fun of the drummer saying he was terrible and they needed a good laugh.  Below is the original video.


And so after watching this video all the Christians can walk away saying how they're not like that guy in church who messes stuff up.  But then my friend sent me this video below.


So it just reiterated to me why people hate Christians.  I used to think it was the message and how it's hard for people to believe a guy died and was a zombie for a little bit and said he was God.  But it's not even that.  It's not even that people don't want to give up stuff for Jesus.

People hate Christians because we are prideful and we make others who aren't like us to feel less valuable.  And I saw online that Christians were making fun of the drummer, they don't even know his story.  You wouldn't say all what you're saying to the drummer's face, so why would you put it online?  But I bet when the drummer was playing, God was smiling.  Because the drummer at that moment was about his Father's business, he just wanted to be there and play and enjoy time at church. 

It reminds me a lot about when Jesus said that the Pharisees would do so much hard work to convert others.  But then all they did was make the convert twice as much a son of hell as the Pharisees were. We think we're so much better than others because we can hide in our church community.  We have this mentality that says, "I will hide in my church and occasionally piss off people in the world because I invite them to church or I try to edge Jesus into every conversation."  So I don't buy into our evangelizing tactics.  It doesn't work, people hate telemarketers.  And when I walk out of church now I don't want ever want to say, "Boy am I glad I came and I'm nott like those other people who don't come".  I used to be that guy.

I hated that guy.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Inviting Oprah over for dinner

There was a time in 2nd grade when I wrote a note asking Santa if he could wake me up so me and him could eat turtle brownies together.  But that didn't pan out.  Because we didn't have any pans.  But aside from that, I've never had the Pope over.  If he did I'd probably make a joke about the time Jesus asked the religious people to throw the first stone if they were without sin and then someone throws a stone and Jesus says, "Stop it mom."  

No famous people would want to come to my house.  I don't have anything to offer them other than some left overs and a frozen yogurt stick.  There's nothing in me that a famous person would want to take time out and talk with me.

When I first started writing things on here it was just an avenue to throw out things I thought about and what I believed.  And when I first started, people who were along the similar thought process in Christianity enjoyed it.  But then if I threw in something they didn't agree with, they hated my blog and didn't like me (I know that sounds very whiny), I'm just pointing out what I experienced.  I remember a guy liked the stuff I used to write and then a few years later told me to repent and accept Jesus as Lord and Savior.  I said, "Huh?"  What changed from then until now?  

It reminded me of when George bought a cashmere sweater and everyone who put it on noticed a little red dot and didn't want it anymore.  It wasn't perfect so they discarded the whole sweater.

A couple of weeks ago Joel and Victoria Osteen were in the media because she made a few comments of how when we're serving God, we do it for ourselves and God just wants us to be happy.  And I see how typical evangelical Christians don't like that thought process.  Like, "It sounds too much me and not enough God."  I get it.

But then I think about the time the disciples were tattling on another man.  They came up to Jesus and said, "Jesus, there's this guy, he's casting out demons in your name.  We tried to stop him because he wasn't one of us."  And Jesus just said, "Don't stop him, for whoever is not against you is for you."

Is Joel's theology perfect?  I bet it's not.  Is anyone's theology perfect and all figured out?  I would bet everything that not everyone has it all figured out.

Do people misspeak sometimes?  Do people misspeak when they're in front of crowds and especially when they're on tv?

And if you're a parent, don't you want your kids to be happy?  Within reason of course, but generally we want our kids to be happy.  And I think God wants us to be happy too.

I've written this before but I think we don't like Joel Osteen because he is successful and he has a lot of people coming to his church and they don't go to our church.  And it's always strange when I hear people say, particularly when not a lot of people show up to a church event, "Well, that's okay, we're not a numbers church."  But a week later when a lot of people come we say, "Praise God, we had so many people, He's doing amazing things!"  Why isn't God doing amazing things when all those people show up at the church Joel is managing for God?

Christians say that it's all God and we do nothing for salvation.  I believe that.  I have my ticket for that train.  But I don't think we necessarily believe that.  We subconsciously think you have to believe in a certain way.  If it's off from how I believe, it's not genuine.  And when it comes to Joel, we think he's a heretic or a bad preacher because what he says is too easy.  But Jesus told people all around him stuff like, blessed are those who mourn, because you will be comforted.  Or he would tell people, blessed are the pure in heart because you'll see God.  

It's the same reason why we don't like Oprah.  It's because she's New Age-y and we don't like that.  We're not quite sure what that means exactly but we know she's going to hell fast in one of those cars she gives away.  

But Joel invited her over for dinner once.  

Oprah wouldn't ever come to my church.  We have nothing to offer her.  But she saw something in Joel and his church that she wanted to experience and that is awesome.  Joel used his money and influence to have one of those crazy-lost-going-to-hell-new-agers to eat food with and talk.  And we're saying he has bad theology?

I guess I'm trying to say that we need to invite more people over for dinner. 

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Goldilocks and the Three Zombies

Once upon a time, there was a teenage girl named Goldilocks.  She lived at the edge of the forest with her family.  One foggy morning, while she was searching for blackberries and raspberries, Goldilocks wandered into the woods and got lost.  She was a little scared but was sure nothing bad would happen.  In the distance she saw a disturbing little log cabin.

She creaked open the door and immediately the stench of rotting corpses burned her nose hairs.  She covered her mouth and nose with her light jacket and began walking through the kitchen.  She saw three bowls.  She smelt bacon.  "I'm famished," Goldilocks said.  "I'll just have one nibble."  First, she tried a spoonful from the big bowl.  It was barbecued bone marrow with 5 human hands fanning out, there was rotting bacon around the fingers as if rings.

"OW!" she yelled, "TOO CRUNCHY!"

Next, she tried a spoonful from the medium sized bowl.  She lifted up her spoonful of tonsils and small intestines.  Immediately, Goldilocks spit out the garlic, onion and sriracha sauce recipe.

Goldilocks panted, "TOO SPICY!"  And she grabbed the glass of milk to absorb the spices.  The milk had thick paste like chunks in it.

Finally, Goldilocks tried a spoonful of the smallest bowl.  It had about 20 eyeballs with a nice sweet and sour sauce drizzled on them.

"YUMMY!" she cried.

 After eating, Goldilocks felt sleepy so she went upstairs.  She tried sleeping on the first mound of dead and decomposing bodies.  "TOO HIGH!" she yelled.

Then, she tried the pit in the floor containing ashes and broken glass.  "TOO LOW!" she screamed.

Finally, she tried the last bed in the room; it was a twin size mattress with thousands of needles.  "SO RELAXING!"  Goldilocks sighed.  She fell asleep and was rather attached to the bed.

Just then, the three zombies returned home after chasing a brother and sister named Barbra and Johnny who annually visited their father's grave.

The zombies smelt something terrific and slowly walked upstairs.  "Who's been sleeping in my bed and is STILL HERE?" one zombie asked.

Goldilocks opened her eyes and sat up.  But before she had a chance to run away, the zombies began ravaging her.  The three zombies simultaneously lifted up their heads and exclaimed, "JUST RIGHT!"


Thursday, March 6, 2014

Never told the whole truth

"Every man, not very holy or very arrogant, has to 'live up to' the outward appearance of other men: he knows there is that within him which falls far below even his most careless public behaviour, even his loosest talk. In an instant of time—while your friend hesitates for a word—what things pass through your mind? We have never told the whole truth. We may confess ugly facts—the meanest cowardice or the shabbiest and most prosaic impurity—but the tone is false. The very act of confessing—an infinitesimally hypocritical glance—a dash of humour—all this contrives to dissociate the facts from your very self. No one could guess how familiar and, in a sense, congenial to your soul these things were, how much of a piece with all the rest: down there, in the dreaming inner warmth, they struck no such discordant note, were not nearly so odd and detachable from the rest of you, as they seem when they are turned into words. We imply, and often believe, that habitual vices are exceptional single acts, and make the opposite mistake about our virtues—like the bad tennis player who calls his normal form his 'bad days' and mistakes his rare successes for his normal. I do not think it is our fault that we cannot tell the real truths about ourselves; the persistent, life-long, inner murmur of spite, jealousy, prurience, greed and self-complacence, simply will not go into words. But the important thing is that we should not mistake our inevitably limited utterances for a full account of the worst that is inside."

-C.S Lewis, from The Problem of Pain 

Friday, February 28, 2014

Reading at night

I really do enjoy reading with Chloe at night.  It's fun and I hate when that time ends.  The other day I was talking with people and in a jokingly serious way I said, "Yeah my mother was terrible.  But the great news is that I know what not to do."

It's just a special time for me to hear Chloe read Dr. Seuss books.  And after she stumbles over a word, but gets it, I just say, "Yep, you got it."  I am sad for my mother because she missed many of these times with me.  You have to be a crazy person to have the opportunity and not take them.

So in this moment I will not be like my mother and I will do the opposite of what she did.  And my children will feel and be secure.  They will not be scared of me.

I will be a man with a chest.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Second guessing wisdom

Of course God knew what would happen if they [creatures with free will] used their freedom the wrong way: apparently He thought it worth the risk.  Perhaps we feel inclined to disagree with Him.  But there is a difficulty about disagreeing with God.  He is the source from which all your reasoning power comes: you could not be right and He wrong any more than a stream can rise higher than its own source.  When you are arguing against Him you are arguing against the very power that makes you able to argue at all:  it is like cutting off the branch you are sitting on.  If God thinks this state of war in the universe a price worth paying for free will-that is, for making a live world in which creatures can do real good or harm and something of real importance can happen, instead of a toy world which only moves when He pulls the strings-then we may take it is worth paying.
                                                                                    -from Mere Christianity

Getting through 2014 winter

I've been hitting up C.S. Lewis's yearly devotion this year.  It's been good.  A lot of the things I know or have thought about but Lewis is great with clarity and just putting it out there on the table.  Even if it's liver and ginger roots for dinner aka things I don't like but I know are good for me.  I think people in general can complain and complain and complain and then when they get what they were complaining about, they complain about something else.  The marker keeps moving up.  You know who do that?  Children.

I said a few months ago I was tired of some of the bloggers I followed a couple of years ago because it was fun to think about their struggles and relate, but I see they just hate and criticize people who aren't like them.  Which is the very thing they started blogging, they were tired of people criticizing them for being different or leaning to the liberal side of Christianity and politics.

Another thing I noticed with some of those bloggers is that everything in their life is basically reduced to how they are feeling.  And it's almost as if their feelings dictate what they believe to be right and wrong.  Which can lead people in the wrong direction.  I don't feel like going to work somedays but you know, our family likes to eat and have electricity so I go.  I can be the biggest complainer but I see a big whine fest lately with them.  It's annoying really.