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Archive for August, 2010

Flying

I am constantly humbled by the ministries I get to visit and with whom I can participate. Because of these privileges, flying has become a regular part of my life and ministry.

Air travel has changed a lot in the last decade. The tragedies of “9/11″ made flying a different experience. I have fond memories of the old days when Kim and the boys would park in the lot and accompany me all the way to the gate. I still remember the affections as we waved goodbye until the last second of walking into the jet way. Now it’s a quick parting as they drop me off at the curb while the airport police try to shuffle them out of the unloading zone.

Then there are the lines. We should all be thankful for security, but somebody is going to make a lot of money if they figure out how to expedite this process.

Flying is increasingly becoming sterile, impersonal, and routine. All to say, a growing disdain for air travel has been festering in my cabinet of dissatisfaction. That is until recently.

A new love (ok, maybe that is too strong a word) for flying has visited my heart of late. I admit it—I kind of like it these days. No phone calls, WiFi on most flights, and most of all, nowhere to go but your seat—all this has actually made flying one of the most productive times I can find.

Then add the responses you get from what your reading, especially the Bible. The person in the seat next to you is a seat-belted captive for gospel conversations.

I often think of what my grandfather might think of life today. The commonplaceness of flying would certainly be a surprise to him. But so would the fact that it takes getting to 30,000 feet to get things done.

Oh yeah, I’m writing this on a flight…

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The Unity of the Bible

While studying this week for my sermon I was once again moved by the unity of the message of the Bible. How could Isaiah and Hosea’s understanding of idolatry be identical to the Apostle Paul’s? Considering the uniqueness of their contexts and the distance from one another, there should be little chance their theological worldviews would match. However, their assessments and warnings sound like they’ve been reading each other’s mail.

This got me to thinking about the Bible’s unity. And reconsidering the Bible’s unity reminded me of a section from W.A. Criswell’s book, Why I Preach the Bible is Literally True. I read it again and thought it is worth passing along. I trust it will bolster confidence in Scripture and fuel worship for our God who has left us a Book. Here is the quote from Criswell:

The Bible was written on two continents, in countries hundreds of miles apart. One man wrote one part of the Bible in Syria; another man wrote another part in Arabia; a third man wrote another portion in Italy and in Greece. They wrote in the desert of Sinai, in the wilderness of Judea, in the cave of Adullam, in the public prison of Rome, on the Isle of Patmos, in the palaces of Mount Zion and Shushan, by the rivers of Babylon and on the banks of the Chebar. Such a variety of places and circumstances were the various bits of this strange mosaic created! No literary phenomenon in the world can be compared with it.

The Bible was written in three different languages: namely, Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek. Some writers wrote hundreds of years after or before the others. The first part was written about fifteen hundred years before the man who wrote the last part was born. The authorship of the books of the Bible extends through the slow progress of nearly 16 centuries. When we think that the nation of America is not 200 years old, it is almost unbelievable that the authorship of the Bible covered nearly 16 centuries.

The Bible was written by men upon every level of political and social life, from the king upon his throne, down to the herdsmen, shepherds, fishermen, and petty politicians. Here are words written     by princes, by poets, by philosophers, by fishermen, by statesmen, by prophets, by priests, by publicans, by physicians, by men learned in the wisdom of Egypt, by men educated in the school of Babylon, by men trained at the feet of rabbis like Gamaliel. Men of every grade and class are represented in this miraculous Volume. The circumstances under which the Book was written were sometimes most difficult and always most varying. Parts of it were written in tents, deserts, cities, palaces, and dungeons. Some of it was written in times of imminent danger and other portions of it were written in seasons of ecstatic joy.

Not only in background and in circumstances do the authors differ who wrote the word of God, but they also display in their writings every form of literary structure. In the Bible we will find all kinds of poetry such as epic poetry, lyric poetry, didactic poetry, elegiac and rhapsodic poetry. Also we find every kind of prose. There is historic prose, didactic prose, and theological prose. The Bible will be partly in the form of letters, in the form of proverbs, in the form of parable, in the form of allegory, in the form of oration. Every kind of style and type of literature we will find the Word of God.

Is it thinkable that any book written in different places, languages, and literary genre by authors out of varying cultural levels and circumstances could ever come to be one volume, an organic whole: What would we naturally expect from such a background? We would expect whole areas of discord and all of it utterly lacking any basic or organic unity. In point of fact, what do we find? We find the most heavenly and marvelous unity of any book on the earth. Every part of the Bible fits every other part of the Bible. There is one ever-increasing, ever-growing-ever-developing plan pervading the whole (pp. 93-95).

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Here are Kim’s thoughts and perspective on Luke’s ATV crash. As usual, she provides better details and a further biblical orientation. She was going to post this on her Facebook account, but after reading it I asked her to let me post it here (and there)…

Of course Rick’s thoughts reflect my heart as well. These are just some additional details and thoughts that took place from my perspective.

First of all, I was very uneasy about Luke driving the 4-wheeler as a beginner on this particular trail. But I know I can be overprotective sometimes, so I timidly went along with the plan and prayed that the Lord would protect us all. I can see now that God was already reminding me that He is the one who protects my children, not me! And a good friend with us told me, “This will be a character-building experience.” How right he was.

We were in a line of 6 ATVs going up the trail and Luke was #3. I was #5 and Rick was behind me. As we approached the ½ mile mark the leader stopped to let everyone catch up. That was when I heard the question that pierced my soul: “Where is Luke?” Apparently there had been enough space in front of him and behind him that no one had seen him leave the trail, no one except His Creator, that is. At that moment the more experienced riders, including Rick, headed back down the trail to search for him. I knew there was only one option because I had seen no other trails on which he could have taken a wrong turn. The questions in my mind were, “Where is he?” and “How badly is he hurt?” But the most menacing question was, “Is he alive?”

Several of my friends are going through trials in their life and questions which go unanswered for months and months. This was a tiny little test of about 10 minutes which seemed like an hour. John and Mark were there waiting with me. I knew they were taking their queues from me. (In talking to them later, I realized that they didn’t know how serious it could have been.) We prayed together and then I prayed silently. That was when God assured my heart and mind that whatever the outcome, this was all a part of His sovereign and good plan. I didn’t remember this until later, but that morning I had read and underlined in Isaiah 14, “The Lord of hosts has sworn saying, ‘Surely, just as I have intended so it has happened, and just as I have planned so it will stand.’”

Soon after God brought me to this place, one of our friends came back up the trail giving me the thumbs up signal. Then he told me Luke had crashed and needed his leg checked out. What joy flooded my soul at that point as I prayed, “Thank you, Lord!”

We found out later from Luke that when he reached the bottom he climbed back up to the trail (not an easy feat, especially in his condition). He said that right as he got back up he saw the back of Rick’s vehicle and started yelling, but was not heard over the engine. Then he realized his shoes had flown off at some point.

As Rick said, God’s goodness is manifested in our lives in ALL that He does, whether difficult or joyful. But there were several ways we saw His mercy in this event. Besides what I’ve already recounted, we could have been a lot further up the trail when this happened (and therefore, higher!!!). Also, he was wearing a helmet, which protected him as the vehicle rolled over him. Another mercy was that I didn’t see it happen. One other I want to mention is that as we went back the next day we were amazed at how many boulders Luke passed on his way down.

My greatest prayer at this time is that God would use this in Luke’s life to glorify Himself. That night I read in Romans 14:7-9, “For not one of us lives for himself, and not one dies for himself; for if we live, we live for the Lord, or if we die, we die for the Lord; therefore, whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s. For to this end Christ died and lived again, that He might be Lord both of the dead and of the living.” Please pray with us that Luke would live his spared life for the Lord, who died for this purpose.

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Our family has spent the last week in a cabin in the Rockies of Southwest Colorado. Lots of special memories created from some much needed family time. But none more special than this one. Luke, our 14-year-old, came close to death and God spared him with obvious supernatural providence.

We were taking ATVs up a mountain road when Luke hit a rut and lost control. He plunged off the side of the road and rolled down a 40 foot cliff/embankment. He doesn’t remember much about the fall except that the ATV rolled over him. The 4-wheeler came to rest when it was blocked by a fallen log. The log was wedged between two trees and below it were some boulders. The short of it is that the log created a “pocket” between the ATV and the boulders where Luke ended up. If the fall had happened two feet either way, he would have been crushed between the 800lb machine and rocks.

I share these details to praise and thank God for sparing our son. He walked away with only bumps and bruises. When we went back to wench out the ATV the next day, I was amazed that Luke is alive.

God displayed great mercy on Luke. A well-meaning friend said to me about the accident, “God has been good to the Holland family.” I certainly agree, but God would have been equally good if he had called Luke home to Heaven. I think the better attribute of God to praise is His mercy. He did not at this time give Luke the “wages of his sin” which is death (Rom 6:23). When God’s kindness withholds deserved judgment, it is a display of His mercy.

The night of the crash, we prayed and wept together in humble thanks to God for His mercy. Here is a video of the crash site that will forever remind us of God’s rich mercy. You can see the ATV  (upside down) in the center of the screen at the 15 second mark.

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Vacation

Vacation. The word makes you breathe deeper, slower, better. After a busy year and fast-paced summer, our family is taking a few days of vacation.

There is an art to vacationing that I have never mastered. Kim is a pro. She can easily relax, forget about normal responsibilities, play hard, and not be annoyed by how filthy the boys get. It takes me a few days to actually relax enough to enjoy the time away.

This year we have landed in Southern Colorado, high in the Rockies for a week. Thanks to the graciousness of some friends providing accommodations, we are enjoying some of the Creator’s most beautiful artwork. Fishing, 4-wheeling, hiking a “Fourteener” (14,000’ peak), spotting lots of critters, and watching Shark Week at night, we are already pulling together some great memories.

Each vacation has a unique personality. This year is no different. The place we are staying is deep in a valley and has no cell signal and we are limiting our access to the internet. It has taken a few days for me to adjust to the absence my electronic leashes. But something wonderfully strange has been happening in our car, at our meals, and even during the episodes of Shark Week. The competition is gone. I am slowly losing that feeling that someone is tapping me on the shoulder by pinging me in an email, Facebook, Twitter, or a phone call. Not that those things are bad, but that they can be interruptions to the relationships that matter most.

The result is some really good time with Kim and the boys. As much as I am in awe of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains, I am more so that I have been blessed with such a wonderful wife and three really cool boys.

Next week it’s back to “normal” (whatever that is). I am looking forward to jumping into the rhythm of ministry. But until then, I’m enjoying the view.

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