The Ultimate Evil
When I read a book you will most likely get an essay on the subject if it is good. Not a book report; just my thoughts on the subject. The most recent book I have read is D. A. Carson’s "The Intolerance of Tolerance". I would recommend it highly. Mr. Carson has characterized the "new tolerance" of our present "post modern" society very accurately and thoroughly documented it’s evolution. The "old tolerance" said, "I respect your right to hold beliefs that differ from mine." (my quote) The "new tolerance" of post modernism says, "I respect everything except a belief which embodies absolute truths." (my quote) This rationale is in keeping with relativism; a firm conviction that there is no absolute truth. Absolute truth is that truth which is eternal and immutable.
Absolute truth is that truth about which it can be said; "there are only two options: one person can be right and one wrong, or both can be wrong, but in no case can both be right." There are absolute truths in the "hard sciences"; i.e. mathematics, physics, chemistry, etc.; but these are outside the scope of this discussion. We are speaking of absolute truths within the social sciences: Theology, Philosophy, Sociology, etc; especially when these disciplines deal with morality. The new tolerance is a conviction which is itself a belief system with an absolute truth: that there is no absolute truth with respect to the social sciences. This new tolerance is especially intolerant of those who find absolute truth established objectively; outside the parameters of the collective human "conscience" of a given culture.
Today, there are 3 big targets of this intolerant tolerance. These targets all claim that there is truth in the social sciences and that they have found it. They are Christianity, Islam, and Judaism, specifically the branches of these three who tend to interpret their holy book literally and hold to ancient doctrines as truth. To the disciple of this new "tolerance", the "ultimate evil" is to hold beliefs that consider some behavior as wrong. By the way, "ultimate evil" is a term coined by Carson. The "tolerant" would never use the word "evil" because it betrays their zealotry.
Carson’s book intentionally begs many questions, and one of mine is: "When has Christian fundamentalism ever been tolerated by the rest of the world?" Or fundamental Islam or Judaism for that matter? To hold beliefs to be absolute truth necessitates rejection of other beliefs with opposing "truths". There is no escaping it.
This ideology is far from new. This "toleration" that becomes intolerant of the intolerant has always morphed into the worst kind of totalitarianism that the world has had to endure. It’s seeds are being sown again.
As Carson points out, the bloodiest century in human history was the 20th. Mao, Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, etc. wiped out close to 100 million people because their skin color was not right, their heritage was not right, they needed vengeance wrought upon them, or because they held to beliefs that could not be tolerated by those bent on fascism. These people were considered a threat to the peace. (the peace as defined by the fascist.) What do you do to people who threaten the peace? You commission their genocide! You eventually turn into the most intolerant and violent of people.
Jesus warned: Mark 13:13 And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake : but he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved. I have said before and will say again; the reason is very simple. Christians are hated because they hold to a belief that some natural urges of the flesh are "wrong" AND that that wrong will be divinely punished if not expiated by Jesus, the Christ, and Him alone. It is not an act of physical violence that Christians have perpetrated; it is simply a belief that they hold; but it appears that even holding the belief that something is immoral is not to be tolerated.
Our preacher, who is an avid golfer, told a true story about a pro golf tournament in which Billy Graham participated as a guest. One pro golfer was so upset about Graham being there that he finally said, "Why does he have to be here and shove his religion down my throat?" An interviewer said, "What did Mr. Graham say to you?" "Nothing, yet. I haven’t seen him." said the golfer. "It’s just that he’s here!" Apparently, we have committed the ultimate evil just by being here and holding to certain beliefs.
What I hope you have seen thus far is the oxymoronic nature and self contradiction of those who claim to be tolerant. As long as there is absolute truth, some will not align with it. In order to make everyone OK, they must abolish absolute truth, and censure everyone who believes in it. In so doing, they become the very thing that they reprimand.
As Christians, we have the Bible which we believe to be truth. We have the truth personified in Jesus. Jesus and the apostolic writers say that we should be peacemakers, patient, kind, longsuffering, people who suffer persecution. So far, so good. The scriptures also show that Jesus was intolerant of the temple moneychangers and the hypocritical Pharisees. It shows that the fornicator was not to be tolerated in the Corinthian church. The Thyatiran church was not to tolerate Jezebel. Some acts of the flesh are called "abominations". Clearly, toleration has a limited context. There comes a point when a line must be drawn in the sand. The preacher was right when he said Eccl 3:8 (there is) A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
The advocates of tolerance in our society have labeled intolerance as wrong. If it is wrong, they have indulged in that wrong themselves by being intolerant of those who draw lines in the sand, even though they have drawn a line of their own in the sand against people who draw lines in the sand.
It is impossible to tolerate everything. Many cry "Don’t judge!" But we must. All of us make hundreds of judgments a day. Many of the people I hear crying "toleration" are those who are gay or have gay friends or those who want to have sex with anyone anytime and have that ace in the hole of an abortion to get out of a pickle. They are people who don’t want freedom of religion but freedom from religion. Now wait a minute! You can’t hate me for saying that. You must tolerate!
Tolerate this next paragraph if you have the stomach. Many of the cries for intolerance of people with absolutist belief systems emanate from our college campuses. We have male and female on their own for the first time and at their most vulnerable, then we throw them together into co ed dorms and hand out condoms and let them hang "do not disturb" signs on their dorm room doors while they are having sex. Then we exonerate and banish guilt by teaching them that there is no right or wrong. We infer that they have now left the knuckle draggers behind and are on their way to becoming the avant garde of the brave new world ruled by more highly evolved members of the species. Room mate wants to study but has to do it in the student lounge because his room has become a brothel. He gets jealous because he’s not getting any sex, so he comes out of the closet and says "I’m gay! See! I don’t need you girls anyway!" Small wonder that they demand toleration!
Don’t tell me I’m in la la land! I’ve seen too many of our good young boys and girls come out of our churches with promising futures. I go to visit them on the state funded campus to see how they are getting along, only to see them being destroyed before their freshman year is over. Their professors only use textbooks that support the "tolerant" lifestyle. They revise history to prove that this is the way our progenitors behaved. Many of these kids are so buzzed and confused that they can’t hold a job of any kind; they become a part of the 47% of Americans living off the taxpayer. Too few of them come to their senses before it is too late.
Tell me what "tolerant" man’s toleration would not end when another man was holding his little daughter at gunpoint. I think we need to revisit the old tolerance at the very least. A respect of persons’ rights to hold beliefs differing from our own, and our right to peacefully challenge those beliefs. As "un peaceful" as it sounds, the public square should be like Mars Hill in Athens, a free marketplace of ideologies. I don’t want a theocracy like many Muslim states have. Neither do the "tolerant". Let each individual decide for himself what rings true. Of course I am not advocating violence to get our various points across. If violence arises, it is the duty of government to shut it down, violently if need be. He does not bear the sword in vain. This goes for Christians who become violent as well as people of other belief systems.
The crusading Catholic of the 11th and 12th centuries was misguided to think that people could be coerced to become Christians. The militant Muslim of today is misguided to think that people can be coerced to become Muslim. If a person is brainwashed or tortured, can it truly be said that he is converted? Only a sick mind would affirm that.
I don’t try to "hard sell" my beliefs anymore. Now I know the wisdom of not casting pearls before swine. I know when to hold ‘em and when to fold ‘em. I don’t put thumbscrews on a person and force the good confession out of him. If I do that, I have not "converted" him at all. Paul said Rom 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth I tell the gospel. The gospel seed converts if the soil is good. All I can do is tell the old, old story and all I want is the freedom to do so whenever and wherever an opportunity presents itself. Let there be an open market place of ideas, and let me have my say there too.
How do I think Christianity will fare in a free marketplace of ideas? About as well as Paul fared on Mars Hill (Acts 17: only two, Dionysius and Damaris wanted to hear more). The Epicurean hedonists certainly couldn’t be bothered. They had to get down to the baths with their wine to meet their prostitutes. Christianity teaches that some carnal things are "wrong" (a word the "tolerant" cannot use) and so the carnal appetite and those ideas that sanction it will always be more popular.
When the dust settles and the smoke clears, that is what this issue of "tolerance" is all about. It is all about forcing people to accept and help pay for the results of the whole society’s carnal behavior. It is about allowing the postmodern hedonist to indulge his appetites with no consequences, no repercussions, no guilt.
And so, fundamental Christianity will never be popular in a fallen world. Only people who are willing to deny themselves and take up their cross will accept it; and those are few. I suspect that there are more of those than we realize, but still few in comparison to the whole. Does their scarcity mean that they should be disallowed and excluded from the public forum? California has 37 million citizens and Wyoming has 560,000. Should we then deny Wyoming representation in congress? Really now! Only an intolerant society would do that.
I am in the same situation as Peter and John in Acts 4. The powers had told them to shut up. I suppose I shall have to answer like they did. Acts 4:19-20 But Peter and John answered and said unto them, Whether it be right in the sight of God to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye. For we cannot but speak the things which we have seen and heard.
What will the intolerant "tolerant" do to me? In other countries, theocratic governments are allowing Christians to die at the hands of radical Muslims. In Western European countries where Atheism prevails, some have suffered light jail sentences. I don’t think it will happen in America. There are too many believers who represent too large a voting bloc for the policy makers to ignore. As the tolerance people turn up the volume, so do the evangelicals. These believers may not be of the same stripe as I, but they would go to bat for me and I for them. For the foreseeable future, I believe the intolerance of the tolerant will continue to manifest itself in condemnation from the state funded academic community, the media, and the popular culture in general. So what’s new? I plan to keep on committing the "ultimate evil". There are lines drawn in the sands of my conscience. I will behave within those lines. I will vote for the candidate who most closely aligns with those lines. I will speak about my lines and be able to defend them verbally and in written word. I will withhold my support from those who cross those lines. I believe this is right in the sight of the Lord.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
Jehovah-jireh
Jehovah-jireh
I hadn’t been "into town" for a while. I had been working long hours and when I got off I just wanted to go home to my peaceful little nest in the country and spend a few hours with my wife before I dropped off to sleep; but I finally had to go to the drugstore. Have mercy! Gas was over $4 a gallon and the insulin I need to stay above ground raised from $10 to $89 out of pocket. I sinned. I thought, "So this is how it will end. (My life, I mean) I am dependent on capricious pharmaceutical companies and I won’t be able to afford my insulin. What a bummer! I wanted to be a martyr, or maybe die trying to set a land speed record at Bonneville on my motorcycle, or something glorious like that; but it looks as though I will just be the victim of a ridiculous economy. My epitaph will say:
"The Boz; ’neath this stone doth lie.
His goals were so noble, and high.
But people got greedy,
and he became needy,
so finally he just had to die."
I sinned because I forgot about all the times that God has provided for me when the wolf was at the door. Correction. The wolf had burst through the door and had his teeth on my jugular!
Jehovah-jireh is the name Abraham gave the place where God provided the ram as a substitute sacrifice for Isaac. I love that story, but the "providence" story that I relate to most is in I Kings 17. A great famine had swept the land. This widow, along with her only son, was about to cook a "last supper" and then get ready to die of starvation. The prophet Elijah told her to make him a supper first and then she and her son could eat. By faith she watched the prophet gobble down the last of her provisions, but when she went back to the barrel, there was just enough for another meal. And so on it went throughout the famine and she survived. That is the way it has been for me. God has never dumped a big load of surplus on me. Perhaps He knows that if He did, I would trust in it and not in Him. There has always been enough in the bottom of the barrel, though.
Ps 37:25 I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
The rest of this essay will be my personal testimony to you, that you might not fear nor worry.
The belated wedding gift.
My wife and I got married while we were students in Bible College. Finances were always tight. About a year into our marriage, there came a day when we were flat broke. There was no food in our larder. We didn’t even have anything we could sell to get food except our wedding rings. We were 3 days away from the next paycheck. We went without supper. The next morning I went to classes and checked my mail slot. In it was a letter from someone I barely knew. Inside the envelope was a belated wedding card and a $10 bill! $10 would buy a week’s worth of groceries for two in that day. By that time I was planning on going into ministry and I knew preachers’ salaries were pretty meager. (Churches do much better now). I think it was the Lord’s way of saying, "Go ahead with your plans. I will take care of you."
The year on $800 a month.
In 1983 I was challenged to teach at a Christian school. I had two kids. My wife and I had made a firm decision that she would not have a job as long as we were raising kids. $200 a week was a bare necessity wage for a family in that Wyoming boom town, IF nothing unexpected happened. The coal and oil industry creates local inflation. Starting salary for a deck hand with no experience on an oil rig was $20 an hour for a 70 hour week. Prices for things in that town 30 years ago were about what they are now. I took the job. I taught 7th and 8th grade all subjects, drove the bus, was the janitor, and filled in for the administrator who had health problems. The school was on a 7000 acre ranch, so we cowboyed on weekends in the Spring. We made a garden plot out of sand and sheep dung. To everyone’s surprise, we had a lush garden in the midst of a shale wasteland. Dick, the ranch owner, let us teachers hunt. I couldn’t even afford ammo at the time, but we got lots of wild turkey and venison given to us. We wanted to go see my family in Missouri during Christmas break. We calculated that we would need $50 worth of gas to make the 1500 mile round trip. Dick had several rental houses. One was between renters and needed a thorough cleaning. Cindy, Nichole, Joe and I did it. Guess what we got paid. $50! After we got through paying bills that year, there was $5 left each week. During that year, none of us got sick enough to need a Dr. visit. We had no car expenses except gas and oil changes. None of our appliances broke. We didn’t need to buy new clothing. There were no financial surprises that whole year. We made it! My salary raised to a more comfortable level the next year.
The trip to Haiti.
In 1997 I made my first short term mission visit to Haiti. We were each allowed two large plastic tubs of medical supplies and toiletries on the plane, plus a carry on with our personal needs. We gave away our two tub’s worth pretty fast. We were nearing the end of our two week stay. We kept seeing people with vital needs. A friend of mine and I decided to give away all of our money and personal needs on the last day. We had our plane tickets home and that was all besides the clothes on our backs. Our footwear on the plane were the rubber sandals we used to shower in. We had several delays getting out of Haiti. In all, it took 24 hrs. to get home. It was about 10 hours until we got on the big plane at Port Au Prince bound for Miami. The stewardess came down the aisle with pop, crackers and peanuts. He looked at me and said, "You hungry?" "No. You?" "No." We passed up the freebies on the plane! A long layover in Miami and back on a plane bound for Toledo. Stewardess comes down the aisle. "You hungry?" "No. You?" "No." We passed up the freebies again! Finally home. "You hungry?" "No. You?" "No; I just want to get some sleep."
That time God didn’t provide the meals. He just kept us from getting hungry. That’s the way He works sometimes. Elijah made a 40 day journey on the sustenance from just one meal. (I Kings 19)
The Healthcare crisis.
We supplicate often for good health and safety. Safety God has given; but not the best of health. We have spent many tens of thousands out of pocket for medicine since about 1986. Today, between my wife and I, we pay about $400 a month out of pocket for medicine. Were it not for insurance, our drugstore bill would be close to $2000 a month.
About a year ago, my wife got a case of the cancer. She went to the Stephanie Spielman center in Columbus, OH. The tumor was removed and we go back this month to see if any has come back. She has to take medicine for 5 years to keep it from recurring. With medicine, there is only a 5% chance of recurrence. Without, there is a 25% chance. That was going to cost us an amount out of pocket that would have put us in deep debt. We told her doctor that we just couldn’t do it and we’d have to take our chances without it. The Spielman center went to bat for us. We went back for an appointment. They got the price reduced to a pittance. "Cool!" said we. It is air mailed monthly and delivered right to our door!
I retired in 2011 due to poor health (kidney failure). Like most of you, I couldn’t really afford to retire. A renal specialist told me that at the rate my kidney function was declining, I had two months left before dialysis and I’d better get ready to make the adjustment. I was already spending so much time on Dr. visits, lab work, and insulin management that I knew I couldn’t do my ministry justice and do dialysis too. That was the last straw. At this time I am a little over a year from Medicare, but I hear that’s no picnic either. I pursued government "benefits". I worked for days filling out paperwork. One doctor told me to just give them a list of my prescriptions and that should suffice. I hit a brick wall. I decided that I’d have to be totally blind and missing both arms before I’d get any help from them. It’s obvious that they’ve taken their share out of every paycheck I’ve earned for about 50 years and they have no intention of giving it back when I need it. I was tempted to become an expatriate; but after reflection, I really don’t blame the federal agencies. I understand why they seem obstinate. There are so many people out there who don’t need benefits but they are getting them anyway by lying and "working the system". Heads will roll. People who have had the same hassle told me to get a lawyer. I checked it out. The lawyers’ fees would have been over half of anything I would have gotten; so I dropped that idea.
After I retired my health began to improve to the point I felt I could work again. I couldn’t go back into preaching because there were no churches close by in need of a preacher. I am at the point where a long move is nigh impossible. Our roots are too deep here. There are about 7 of them all under the age of 17.
God came to the rescue in a way I never expected. Along came a job offer from the most unlikely of places: A Farmers’ CO OP. I wasn’t looking for a job because at my age I felt my applications would be futile. A friend who worked at the CO OP said they needed help during the busy season. I went to the manager. "Can you pass a drug screening?" "I hope so." "Well, come in tomorrow after you go to the lab." "Well", says I, "Be forewarned, I don’t have much experience with chemical fertilizers and herbicides." "Aw", says he, "Once you get a snoot full of Anhydrous, you’ll learn."
Lots of fresh air and sunshine, lots of physical exercise, a friendly, fun crew to work with and a regular schedule. I’m physically worn out enough when I come home that I sleep like an angel. Evidently just what I needed! The busy season has come and gone but the manager has no present plans to lay me off. Now the financial pressure has eased. My kidneys have regained 40% of their function so far which puts me a comfortable distance from dialysis. I was in stage 4 which is the final stage and am now back up to stage 2. Not perfect, but functional.
I know we shouldn’t let right know what left does, but you need to know that we have never had to forsake our giving. We could have, and God may still have blessed us. Look at those who never give a penny and they have wealth untold. The tithe was always the most non negotiable thing in our budget, not because we believed God would bless us for giving or curse us for not; it is simply an urgency that the Spiritual nature gives us. I know what Malachi 3:10 says about giving the tithe and God will open up Heaven and pour out a blessing. It’s true. He does. BUT; people who give in order to get are viewing God as a Mafia Don who is running a divine protectionism racket. "Give, and I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt." They are simply missing the point. God doesn’t need my money, but as a person with a spiritual nature, I need to give. I need to give for the same reason a coyote needs to eat meat. To withhold is to deny my nature; my identity. The Christian needs an outlet for the new energy that is now coursing through his veins. To withhold is to stagnate spiritually.
I could go on and on singing the praises of Jehovah-jireh, and so could you; so if you are worried, I suggest you just sit down and start listing the times God has come to your rescue. He has fulfilled His promise to you or you wouldn’t be reading this right now. We just go from day to day like Jesus told us to in the first place; and there is always enough. Not a truckload. Just enough for each day. It’s been that way for 23,129 days now. I haven’t had to resort to stealing or begging. Don’t fret over the economy because there’s nothing You can do about it except prioritize your budget and start cutting out the stuff at the bottom of the list. Live within your means. I don’t think it will happen, but if I can’t buy food or medicine, I believe God will either make me healthy without medicine or give me the grace to die when the time comes. I didn’t figure on living forever in this world anyway.
I don’t ever want to take God for granted, but bless His heart; He is SO faithful and SO consistent that I’m afraid I do sometimes.
I think I will call this place Jehovah-jireh!
I hadn’t been "into town" for a while. I had been working long hours and when I got off I just wanted to go home to my peaceful little nest in the country and spend a few hours with my wife before I dropped off to sleep; but I finally had to go to the drugstore. Have mercy! Gas was over $4 a gallon and the insulin I need to stay above ground raised from $10 to $89 out of pocket. I sinned. I thought, "So this is how it will end. (My life, I mean) I am dependent on capricious pharmaceutical companies and I won’t be able to afford my insulin. What a bummer! I wanted to be a martyr, or maybe die trying to set a land speed record at Bonneville on my motorcycle, or something glorious like that; but it looks as though I will just be the victim of a ridiculous economy. My epitaph will say:
"The Boz; ’neath this stone doth lie.
His goals were so noble, and high.
But people got greedy,
and he became needy,
so finally he just had to die."
I sinned because I forgot about all the times that God has provided for me when the wolf was at the door. Correction. The wolf had burst through the door and had his teeth on my jugular!
Jehovah-jireh is the name Abraham gave the place where God provided the ram as a substitute sacrifice for Isaac. I love that story, but the "providence" story that I relate to most is in I Kings 17. A great famine had swept the land. This widow, along with her only son, was about to cook a "last supper" and then get ready to die of starvation. The prophet Elijah told her to make him a supper first and then she and her son could eat. By faith she watched the prophet gobble down the last of her provisions, but when she went back to the barrel, there was just enough for another meal. And so on it went throughout the famine and she survived. That is the way it has been for me. God has never dumped a big load of surplus on me. Perhaps He knows that if He did, I would trust in it and not in Him. There has always been enough in the bottom of the barrel, though.
Ps 37:25 I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
The rest of this essay will be my personal testimony to you, that you might not fear nor worry.
My wife and I got married while we were students in Bible College. Finances were always tight. About a year into our marriage, there came a day when we were flat broke. There was no food in our larder. We didn’t even have anything we could sell to get food except our wedding rings. We were 3 days away from the next paycheck. We went without supper. The next morning I went to classes and checked my mail slot. In it was a letter from someone I barely knew. Inside the envelope was a belated wedding card and a $10 bill! $10 would buy a week’s worth of groceries for two in that day. By that time I was planning on going into ministry and I knew preachers’ salaries were pretty meager. (Churches do much better now). I think it was the Lord’s way of saying, "Go ahead with your plans. I will take care of you."
The year on $800 a month.
In 1983 I was challenged to teach at a Christian school. I had two kids. My wife and I had made a firm decision that she would not have a job as long as we were raising kids. $200 a week was a bare necessity wage for a family in that Wyoming boom town, IF nothing unexpected happened. The coal and oil industry creates local inflation. Starting salary for a deck hand with no experience on an oil rig was $20 an hour for a 70 hour week. Prices for things in that town 30 years ago were about what they are now. I took the job. I taught 7th and 8th grade all subjects, drove the bus, was the janitor, and filled in for the administrator who had health problems. The school was on a 7000 acre ranch, so we cowboyed on weekends in the Spring. We made a garden plot out of sand and sheep dung. To everyone’s surprise, we had a lush garden in the midst of a shale wasteland. Dick, the ranch owner, let us teachers hunt. I couldn’t even afford ammo at the time, but we got lots of wild turkey and venison given to us. We wanted to go see my family in Missouri during Christmas break. We calculated that we would need $50 worth of gas to make the 1500 mile round trip. Dick had several rental houses. One was between renters and needed a thorough cleaning. Cindy, Nichole, Joe and I did it. Guess what we got paid. $50! After we got through paying bills that year, there was $5 left each week. During that year, none of us got sick enough to need a Dr. visit. We had no car expenses except gas and oil changes. None of our appliances broke. We didn’t need to buy new clothing. There were no financial surprises that whole year. We made it! My salary raised to a more comfortable level the next year.
In 1997 I made my first short term mission visit to Haiti. We were each allowed two large plastic tubs of medical supplies and toiletries on the plane, plus a carry on with our personal needs. We gave away our two tub’s worth pretty fast. We were nearing the end of our two week stay. We kept seeing people with vital needs. A friend of mine and I decided to give away all of our money and personal needs on the last day. We had our plane tickets home and that was all besides the clothes on our backs. Our footwear on the plane were the rubber sandals we used to shower in. We had several delays getting out of Haiti. In all, it took 24 hrs. to get home. It was about 10 hours until we got on the big plane at Port Au Prince bound for Miami. The stewardess came down the aisle with pop, crackers and peanuts. He looked at me and said, "You hungry?" "No. You?" "No." We passed up the freebies on the plane! A long layover in Miami and back on a plane bound for Toledo. Stewardess comes down the aisle. "You hungry?" "No. You?" "No." We passed up the freebies again! Finally home. "You hungry?" "No. You?" "No; I just want to get some sleep."
That time God didn’t provide the meals. He just kept us from getting hungry. That’s the way He works sometimes. Elijah made a 40 day journey on the sustenance from just one meal. (I Kings 19)
We supplicate often for good health and safety. Safety God has given; but not the best of health. We have spent many tens of thousands out of pocket for medicine since about 1986. Today, between my wife and I, we pay about $400 a month out of pocket for medicine. Were it not for insurance, our drugstore bill would be close to $2000 a month.
About a year ago, my wife got a case of the cancer. She went to the Stephanie Spielman center in Columbus, OH. The tumor was removed and we go back this month to see if any has come back. She has to take medicine for 5 years to keep it from recurring. With medicine, there is only a 5% chance of recurrence. Without, there is a 25% chance. That was going to cost us an amount out of pocket that would have put us in deep debt. We told her doctor that we just couldn’t do it and we’d have to take our chances without it. The Spielman center went to bat for us. We went back for an appointment. They got the price reduced to a pittance. "Cool!" said we. It is air mailed monthly and delivered right to our door!
I retired in 2011 due to poor health (kidney failure). Like most of you, I couldn’t really afford to retire. A renal specialist told me that at the rate my kidney function was declining, I had two months left before dialysis and I’d better get ready to make the adjustment. I was already spending so much time on Dr. visits, lab work, and insulin management that I knew I couldn’t do my ministry justice and do dialysis too. That was the last straw. At this time I am a little over a year from Medicare, but I hear that’s no picnic either. I pursued government "benefits". I worked for days filling out paperwork. One doctor told me to just give them a list of my prescriptions and that should suffice. I hit a brick wall. I decided that I’d have to be totally blind and missing both arms before I’d get any help from them. It’s obvious that they’ve taken their share out of every paycheck I’ve earned for about 50 years and they have no intention of giving it back when I need it. I was tempted to become an expatriate; but after reflection, I really don’t blame the federal agencies. I understand why they seem obstinate. There are so many people out there who don’t need benefits but they are getting them anyway by lying and "working the system". Heads will roll. People who have had the same hassle told me to get a lawyer. I checked it out. The lawyers’ fees would have been over half of anything I would have gotten; so I dropped that idea.
After I retired my health began to improve to the point I felt I could work again. I couldn’t go back into preaching because there were no churches close by in need of a preacher. I am at the point where a long move is nigh impossible. Our roots are too deep here. There are about 7 of them all under the age of 17.
God came to the rescue in a way I never expected. Along came a job offer from the most unlikely of places: A Farmers’ CO OP. I wasn’t looking for a job because at my age I felt my applications would be futile. A friend who worked at the CO OP said they needed help during the busy season. I went to the manager. "Can you pass a drug screening?" "I hope so." "Well, come in tomorrow after you go to the lab." "Well", says I, "Be forewarned, I don’t have much experience with chemical fertilizers and herbicides." "Aw", says he, "Once you get a snoot full of Anhydrous, you’ll learn."
Lots of fresh air and sunshine, lots of physical exercise, a friendly, fun crew to work with and a regular schedule. I’m physically worn out enough when I come home that I sleep like an angel. Evidently just what I needed! The busy season has come and gone but the manager has no present plans to lay me off. Now the financial pressure has eased. My kidneys have regained 40% of their function so far which puts me a comfortable distance from dialysis. I was in stage 4 which is the final stage and am now back up to stage 2. Not perfect, but functional.
I know we shouldn’t let right know what left does, but you need to know that we have never had to forsake our giving. We could have, and God may still have blessed us. Look at those who never give a penny and they have wealth untold. The tithe was always the most non negotiable thing in our budget, not because we believed God would bless us for giving or curse us for not; it is simply an urgency that the Spiritual nature gives us. I know what Malachi 3:10 says about giving the tithe and God will open up Heaven and pour out a blessing. It’s true. He does. BUT; people who give in order to get are viewing God as a Mafia Don who is running a divine protectionism racket. "Give, and I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt." They are simply missing the point. God doesn’t need my money, but as a person with a spiritual nature, I need to give. I need to give for the same reason a coyote needs to eat meat. To withhold is to deny my nature; my identity. The Christian needs an outlet for the new energy that is now coursing through his veins. To withhold is to stagnate spiritually.
I could go on and on singing the praises of Jehovah-jireh, and so could you; so if you are worried, I suggest you just sit down and start listing the times God has come to your rescue. He has fulfilled His promise to you or you wouldn’t be reading this right now. We just go from day to day like Jesus told us to in the first place; and there is always enough. Not a truckload. Just enough for each day. It’s been that way for 23,129 days now. I haven’t had to resort to stealing or begging. Don’t fret over the economy because there’s nothing You can do about it except prioritize your budget and start cutting out the stuff at the bottom of the list. Live within your means. I don’t think it will happen, but if I can’t buy food or medicine, I believe God will either make me healthy without medicine or give me the grace to die when the time comes. I didn’t figure on living forever in this world anyway.
I don’t ever want to take God for granted, but bless His heart; He is SO faithful and SO consistent that I’m afraid I do sometimes.
I think I will call this place Jehovah-jireh!
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