Everybody Dance Now, from Istanbul

I lost my wedding ring back in the summer. I had made it myself (it’s just straight sterling silver, no stones or anything fancy) before our wedding. I had worn it for 41 years. And then I lost it. We turned the house upside-down but couldn’t find it. Then, a couple of months later, in August, my ring fell out of a stack of receipts onto my desk! I found my ring!

Did you ever have that panicky feeling of having lost something? And then that wave of happiness when you find it?

In the heart of old Istanbul are the Blue Mosque and the Hagia Sophia church/museum. Separated only by a gigantic plaza, they stand as monuments to two faiths. We filmed this story one night on that plaza. The story appears to be about a lost coin but see what you think. I think it’s about something else.

 

 

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Whole Lotta Love

Yeah, I know there’s an election. But I choose instead to tell you a better story.

Yeah, I know it’s a Zeppelin song. But I choose instead to tell you about a woman who loved so much that…well, you’ll just have to listen. The Story Remains the Same!

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Any Chance God Thinks of Us?

Is there any chance that the almighty God of the universe, Creator of everything that is, thinks of you? Could you be in His thoughts? One of the most astounding stories of all time is this story; of a young woman who was remembered by God, representing all of us who are “insignificant,” “forgotten,” and without hope. If He thought of her… well, you know where I’m going!

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Anger. The Quick Fix.

Seemingly poles apart, what’s driving all the political campaigns, the Black-Lives-Matter movement, the Blue-Lives-Matter movement, the radicalized religious bombers, the conspiracy-theorists?

Anger.

Anger is the heroin of our public discourse.

Anger is adrenalin’s cheap-shot.

Anger is in the back of my mind. In the back of your mind, too.

No, you might say, it’s driven by a desire for justice, or by hope. Not really. The source of it all is anger. Anger on all sides, anger from all races, anger from all social classes. Angry over immigration, on all sides. Anger over police abuse, on all sides. Angry birds, angry talking-heads, angry mobs, angry religions.

Surprised by anger?

Christians are never surprised by anger, because we understand it’s love’s opposite. We understand it’s the default human response. We understand it’s the normal natural way to respond to threat and injustice.So we’re not surprised, although usually disappointed. We’re not surprised by conflict or abuse. Saddened to tears, yes, surprised no.

This is the moment for Christians to demonstrate love. Not jelly-bean candy-cotton sickeningly-sweet love. But real love; sacrificial love. This is the moment for Christians to figure out how to live love in this context, an angry context. You don’t need a grand jury investigation or an FBI investigation to know every detail of every atrocity. Whether it’s Istanbul or Minnesota, I can assure you it’s an escalating cycle of anger that can only be broken by love’s intervention.

So what should we do? The basic rule of love is “Don’t look out for #1,” for yourself. The identifying characteristic of love is that it seeks the good of the other above our own good.

Even as we weep. Even as we repent. Even as we work for justice. We love sacrificially.

God so loved that he gave… That’s the story we’re to imitate. “yes but they might kill us.” Right. That’s what happened, isn’t it? But whenever we look to further our own cause, our own finances, our own “kind of people” we deny the faith that depends on our father. Faith is being at risk, faith is trusting that we don’t have to defend ourselves. Faith was embodied by our Lord who laid his life down, on purpose, to an angry mob, not just to forgive us our sins but also to show us how to love.

So, am I some kind of loving pacifist?

Would that make you angry if I were?

 

Child-size door

It’s a short little door, the door into heaven. Big puffed-up people won’t fit.Seems to be some connection here between the children and the sincerity of the tax collector. Three minutes of deep thoughts from the Areopagus, in Athens, with the Acropolis in the background. From Luke 18.

 

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