Slice of Life: This past weekend, I was blessed to be part of a team from my unit to work Oktoberfest at our location. We grilled bratwurst and frankfurters, and watched our fellow Soldiers and Families enjoy the festivities. I was struck with one impression more than any other: When you really pay attention to people, you see what’s important to them. I saw men I know from daily operations, but when you see them pushing their sons and daughters in strollers, and when you watch dads carry their toddler daughters on their shoulders to the bounce houses, or when you watch Soldiers dab sticky strawberry ice cream off the chubby cheeks of their children, you see where their heart is. This is why Soldiers train, and work, and endure family separation, and grind it out. It’s the moments like these that don’t make the headlines, that don’t get ceremonies, that don’t make the broadcasts—these are the main reasons we do what we do. Our MTOE does not issue us spiritual resilience; it’s therefore incumbent upon us to foster a spiritual foundation that is the bedrock of truth, not just silly bromides about resilience.

I loved the whole weekend, even though my wife and kids were hundreds of miles away. And it was our anniversary, too. Almost two and half decades of being a Family now, and I called my wife afterwards, and we wished one another a Happy Anniversary, and both understood that we endure separations like this for my military career because it’s an investment in Soldiers and their Families. (These times will be remembered, I assure you, by those boys and girls that stuffed themselves on wurst and pretzels and bounced till their little bodies were exhausted.) And when we learn to value the spiritual realities undergirding any enduring institution, we will be better for it. God created the family (Genesis 1:27-28) and blessed it. We are a wise people when we heed the Designer’s manual.

Another year has come and gone, another anniversary, as I miss my Carrie Jane. I had to be away yet again due to military life, but we spoke over the phone, and you are singing at church and are in your element, and I am in mine.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments; love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand’ring bark

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom:

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

When I look back over decades of life together now, and understand providence not just as a theological doctrine but as light unto my path, I am grateful–for your patience with me, for your forgiveness, for your putting up with my weird ways, for your dedication, loyalty, and commitment to home and our children, and for the ways we laugh at things only we understand.

I knew when I saw you all those years ago–with your jeans on and your black sandals, and your pretty toes, and your long piano fingers, I knew then you’d be my Carrie Jane. And all these years later, you still are. Happy anniversary.

I have been on a Spurgeon kick again. I read one of Tom Nettles’ books on Spurgeon this week. It was, like Nettles’ other books, meticulously researched and biblical. Its title: The Child Is Father of the Man: C.H. Spurgeon. Highly recommended.

But I was blessed to stumble upon Eswine’s book on Spurgeon’s struggles with depression, too. It was so beautifully written and so pastoral in its compassion for the inimitable preacher, Charles Haddon Spurgeon, I cannot sing its praises sufficiently.

As I read it, I thought so often of men I have looked up to, men in Christian ministry, but who wrestled with demons of darkness, or with spiritual heaviness, that they dared not share publicly. Or maybe this struggle is personal with you, too, as with some dear ones I have in mind.

Perhaps you, or someone you know, could benefit from this short book. Short, I say; you can read it in an hour or so, if you will not distract yourself. And Eswine’s writing, his deftness with language, summons you to read and savor his well-chosen words. Wow, what a precise, pastoral, powerful book.

Text: It is among the most dramatic episodes in the history of redemption–Christ’s temptation by the devil. It is recorded at length in Luke 4:1-13 and Matthew 4:1-11. For today, I will focus on Luke’s recording of it. Here’s the context: Jesus (God the Son) was led by God the Holy Spirit “in the wilderness for forty, days, being tempted by the devil” (Luke 4:1-2 ESV). There you have the bottom line up front. We know who led Jesus (God the Holy Spirit); we know where the mission took him (the wilderness), and we know the why (to be tempted by the devil).

And Jesus was tempted by the devil with three things: hunger, power, and pride. “If you are the Son of God, command this stone to become bread,” the devil said to Jesus. That’s the temptation to give in to hunger. “To you I will give all this authority and their glory, for it has been delivered to me, and I give it to whom I will. If you, then, will worship me, it will all be yours,” the devil said to Jesus. That’s the temptation unto power. And lastly, “If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from here, for it is written, ‘He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you . . .’” the devil said. That’s the temptation unto pride.

I think we would all agree those are no small temptations—hunger, power, and pride. And Jesus had not eaten for forty days. Yet He endured and overcame. How did Jesus respond to each temptation? How should that shape how we respond? How ought we to respond when the devil or evils come to us via temptations?

Encouragement: In 2 Corinthians 12, Paul records how “a thorn was given him in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass [him], to keep [him] from becoming conceited” (2 Corinthians 12:7 ESV). Paul pleaded with God over and over to remove it, but God left it. To teach him (and to teach all who would follow Christ) what it means to endure and prevail. Be encouraged; you have a Redeemer who endured and overcame so that you and I might look to Him in repentance and faith, knowing that He is more than able, so that His people are more than conquerors.

Recently a peer of mine came to me with something in his hand.

“I got you this,” he said, extending his hand.

It was a small booklet from the American Bible Society. It’s a series of short devotions rooted in Scripture.

I have gone through it several times now. What I appreciate most about the booklet is the prayer that precedes the teaching for each day. It is simple and straightforward: “Lord God, quiet my soul and open my mind and heart to receive your Word. Amen.”

More and more often, I have to step away from current events, for my own sanity. How much word salad can one be expected to endure? How much more proof of chaos in the streets will it take before people say, “Enough!” How much more money will it take to buy a dozen eggs at your local market before folks say, “This is crazy”? All that to say, this is why I appreciated so much the prayer before the teaching: “Lord God, quiet my mind and heart to receive your Word. Amen.”

Because there are times when my soul is anything but quiet. There are times when my heart is so troubled, so filled with grief, so aghast at what is happening, that I can know the truth of Scripture but not exemplify it because I feel overwhelmed by trending events.

Of course, I could try and appear like I’m above it all by referencing familiar passages:

do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:6-7 ESV)

or

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. (John 10:10 ESV)

Yes, I know those passages, too. I have taught them many, many times. But the reality is that I do find times when I am nervous, when I am unsure of how unstable things are being made by the puppeteers, by those who are enemies of all righteousness.

Then the refrain hits me again: “Lord God, quiet my mind and heart to receive your Word. Amen.”

Encouragement: I was reading earlier this morning from David’s poems in the Psalter:

Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
    and uphold me with a willing spirit. (Psalm 51:12 ESV)

What a simple, straightforward, and powerful prayer. Yes, Lord, and quiet my mind and heart to receive your Word.

Introduction: I was reading another Larry Woiwode book and the power of his argument again struck me due to its logic: “If values evolve from traditions and common sense, then when values start clashing, we need a judge or referee, as we do when we turn to a dictionary to define words. Otherwise any individual value is as valid as another. Without an outside guide we’re in Babel, where everybody is talking nonsense, because everybody is using words that have meaning only to themselves, and, as Einstein has pointed out, “It is easier to denature plutonium than to denature the basic evil nature of man” (Woiwode, Essays on Literature and Culture, p. 34).  

Illustration: In our discipleship group with our church, I’m currently teaching through Matthew 12:22-32. This is one of the New Testament passages with some of most oft-referenced verses from the lips of Christ, especially about kingdoms divided against themselves, and what happens to them; and about either being with God or against Him (no middle ground); and about calling Christ demonic when He was/is the only fully good/holy person to ever live, etc. And it all got me thinking. The teaching Christ gives in these verses all centers on His upending and overturning the kingdoms of darkness that we sinners establish. And the way people respond to the truth of Christ reveals their nature and allegiance. They’re either for Christ or against Him; they’re either for good or for evil; they’re either humble before the truth or they gnash their teeth against truth. 

Text: In vv. 9-14 of Matthew 12, Christ healed a man with a withered hand. You’d think that would be a time for the Pharisees to rejoice, right? But what did they do? They kvetched about Sabbath extra-biblical oral traditions and work on the Jewish Sabbath. And v. 14 says, “But the Pharisees went out and conspired against him, how to destroy him.” See it? No middle ground. They hated the truth. They hated Christ. They hated the Holy One of Israel. Then in v. 24, after Christ had delivered a man from demon oppression, the Pharisees accused Jesus of being satanic, and of course Jesus once again rebuked them and their shoddy theology. 

Encouragement: What Woiwode was writing upon is the same fundamental issue Christ is teaching, namely, that it is the stony human heart that must be transformed by the Spirit of God in order to be in the kingdom of God, the kingdom of light, the kingdom of the holy. Otherwise, we remain sinners displaced from Eden, rebels erecting countless towers of Babel (Gen 11), and you see how that worked out.

You don’t have to check your mind to submit to the power and authority of God and His Word; you only have to check your pride, and that is a lesson it takes God’s Spirit to accomplish. 

First, Tom Nettles remains a consistent scholarly church historian and biographer. Currently I am profiting from his The Child Is Father of the Man: C.H. Spurgeon.

Second, and especially since another anniversary of Martin Luther’s 95 Theses arrives October 31st, 2024, I am reading Luther’s Commentary on Galatians. It is, like reading Spurgeon’s writing and preaching, invigorating. How? Because it reveals how vapid preaching is at most churches in our time. We are largely biblically illiterate. And many of our self-styled preachers fare no better.

When I read Luther, I see a mind and heart aflame with the greatness of God and His grace towards particular sinners who are to be redeemed. I see a man consumed by the power of Scripture. No spiritual TED Talks here; instead, it’s 100-proof law and gospel.

Third, A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean. This is my first reading of this book. It reminds me so far of an effort towards Hemingway’s short stories about trout fishing in Michigan, but it falls far short. So far, it is okay.

CJ and I took to the woods, trails, overlooks, and more today. Perfect weather. Cerulean sky; small breeze; leaves beginning to change colors; uncrowded trails; friendly fellow hikers, etc. Purchased a couple of hoodies at a trailhead. Saw spectacular sights. Even had my heartrate quicken today as I almost stepped on one of the good snakes. Returned this evening; burned some fallen limbs out back. Three of us went out for subs this evening and saw a brother from church, and we all chatted for a bit. All in all, a very good day. Thankful. Below are some of the pictures from the day:

Below is just a simple picture from a tree that’s in our little town, but I love it. My old iPhone does not do it justice, but as we drove down the hills today into the city to grab sub sandwiches for supper, the way the evening sun hit the limbs, and the way the shadows fell upon the ground, I was once again in one of my little silent worship services I have wherein my soul cries out to the Lord who is beauty Himself and the Author of beauty, “Thank you for this. I see. And I am grateful.”

I was nearing the city after a very long drive on the interstate. Traffic had been horrible. Perhaps it was due to the waves of Floridians fleeing their state due to the terrors of Milton. And to think that the devastation of Helene is not even close to being appreciated or dealt with adequately, at least in terms of efficacy at relief and restoration. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of people, are unaccounted for in western North Carolina. But that is a different topic for a different day.

I had been driving for hours, but the interestates were jammed with fellow travelers.

As I neared the city, black smoke caught my eye, and I saw a wave of red brake lights washing towards me. I slowed down. Then I spotted the reason. A car had just caught fire. When I arrived on the scene, the car was already on the side of the interstate, roiling in flames. You would have thought the car had been made of kindling.

The smoke was a deep black; it reminded me of some of the scenes from the writer Dante’s epic. Much judgment in Dante is icy, but there’s also smoke and fire.

Suddenly I was arrested–convicted–for my angry attitude. I had been listening to podcasts and news for hours on the road, and had been stuck in traffic, growing more and more frustrated. I was growing more and more angry by the mile. I was crestfallen that my nation I serve as a soldier is borderless, that North Carolinians are offered $750 to rebuild their lives, but illegal aliens enter and are bused to hotels, that this administration writes $8 billion checks in support of Ukraine (with what end state, exactly?), that funding for fiscal year 2025 is on hold for the U.S. military, but somehow Congress continues to be paid just fine, their insurance is just fine, and sheeple may actually vote for open communists and oligarchs to continue taking America down and circle the drain of damnation, more concerned about pronouns and medical castration and DEI indoctrination than actually knowing history, hating communism for what it has always done, and will always do–steal, kill, and destroy?

I passed the car as it continued to succumb to the flames. I switched off the news and podcasts. I could not take it any longer; it was just more of the same. I switched to my music playlist. Suddenly the soulful sounds of Gregg Allman came on. I could feel myself loosen. The ABB was playing “Melissa.” And suddenly I was back to times I’d seen the Allman Brothers Band play it in concert, and my eyes looked in the rear view mirror to see the black smoke continue to rise on the perimeter of Atlanta, and I thought the imagery bespoke lessons of warning for a people rushing headlong into what they do not understand.

DeMar is both prescient and precise in his biblical diagnosis of impenitent sinners’ undoing:

Step 1: Suppression of the truth

Step 2: Intellectual futility

Step 3: Spiritual darkness

Step 4: Incredible stupidity

Step 5: Deification of man and nature

Step 6: Gross immorality

Step 7: Societal destruction

Step 8: Self-denial

The steps correspond to Romans 1:18, 21, 21, 22, 23, 24-28, 29-31, and 32 respectively.

Not sure what more it will take for sheeple to arise from slumber, but the enemy is not asleep, and is assuredly not afraid.