04 July 2014

This 'n' That

photo credit: (nz)dave via photopin cc
Well, it's the Fourth of July. I won't grumble about fireworks again. I try to only complain about that once a year, and I've already used up my quota for 2014 (lucky you). I actually don't mind fireworks. It's just the people who are so easily amused by them who often scare me. And the explosions scare my cat. Mess with my cat, mess with me.

​I don't really have much to say about the 4th, though I am thankful for those who have served and fought for our country, and thankful that God allowed me to be born and raised here. But fireworks, well, I just don't 'get' them. As I said, I don't hate them, I just don't understand the allure. If I'm already at a location and there happen to be fireworks, okay, that's fun. But I'm not about to make an effort to join hoards of people in watching a fireworks show. Now if I can see fireworks from my house (without them being in my neighbors backyard), well, that is pretty much perfect. I have learned one thing, however: do not tell other people that you're indifferent to fireworks. They look at you like you just kicked a puppy or something. It's true, trust me.

I considered trying to come up with some sort of spiritual application or analogy for the Fourth of July, but let's face it, there isn't one unless you engage in patriotic idolatry. So if you want any of that, you'll have to attend your local seeker-sensitive, misguided megachurch this weekend instead. No doubt many churches will allow patriotism and politics to dominate the pulpit this weekend, a reality that in itself is a sad commentary on the state of the church.

I do, however, want you to go out and enjoy your holiday weekend. But before you lather on the sunscreen, take a few minutes to first enjoy your week in review (kind of):
  • Dr. Steve Lawson has retired from his role as senior pastor of Christ Fellowship Baptist Church. I will miss his weekly preaching, but am praying for his future ministry.
  • The gospel and total depravity.
  • Oh, goody, another "Bible" movie. This time with…Christian Bale as Moses? Oy. (Note how badly this People article relays the story. Who wants to tell reporter Jeff Nelson that Moses didn't part the Red Sea?)
  • I'm starting to wish people would stop finding out stuff about Driscoll's Mars Hill Church. It just gets sadder and scarier.
  • Here's your weekly dose of adorable.
  • It's a holiday, how about a second dose?
  • $34,000 is a lot of money.
  • I don't see it.
  • Anyone else read this and think of Matthew 6:5–6?
  • Just what we need—a "manly" megachurch. When I saw this, it rang a bell, and I realized I wrote about Flatirons Church two years ago.
  • The murder of God's son:

1 comment:

  1. I though it was just me!July 5, 2014 at 2:23 PM

    I'm so glad I read this post. I was just saying to myself last night (the Fourth) amid all of the explosions, bottle rockets, and booms from M-80s: What's the allure? I just don't get it. I do admire the beauty displayed well done professional firework shows, however, on the neighborhood level, three hours of increasingly loud, close, rapid fire multiplying explosions surrounding my house and panicking my dogs always causes my mind to go to the people Iraq, Syria and other war zones.

    "The bombs bursting in air . . ." After "shock and awe" and understanding the devastation bombing causes, hearing hours of deep explosions rock my neighborhood, I too say "I don't get it."


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