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The Ultimate Trump Card

Have you ever played a game of cards with a group of friends and you couldn’t wait to lay down your cards because you just knew that you had an incredible hand?  In fact, you knew that you had probably had an unbeatable hand, and so you smiled to yourself the whole time the hand was played, and it was all you could do to not let that smile creep onto your face.

And then, as the cards were finally being played, at the last minute, one of the other people at the table played a card you weren’t expecting.  They played the one card you’d forgotten about, the card that had slipped your mind in all your excitement about the cards you’d been holding, the only card that could possibly take down your unbeatable hand.  The trump card.

In cards, the trump card is the one you want to hold, but you never want your opponents to hold.  Even the lowest card in the deck can beat a high card if it’s a trump card, and many of us experience the downside of the trump card everyday in the battle that rages in our minds.

We finally feel like we get a break – the kids obeyed, the boss didn’t rant, the job didn’t take until late evening, the bills got paid and there was money left over – and then, out of nowhere, the trump card comes crashing to the table.  Perhaps you’ve felt stuck, and then you read a scripture that inspires you, and fills your spirit with all kinds of hope about what God could possibly accomplish through you, and just as you’re starting to dream, Satan trumps your enthusiasm with a well-worn, oft-played trump card.  ”God can’t do that through you!  You aren’t ________ enough!  You don’t ________ enough! You haven’t _______ enough!”  Just as soon as the faith had started to grow in you to believe that God could pull off the miraculous through you, an equal and opposite flood of doubt, fear, and insecurity overwhelms you, and you begin to fold what had been an incredible hand.

Many of us have.  Many of us will.  But none of us have to, because there’s another player at the table, and He holds the ultimate trump card.  He has truth that can answer every one of the lies that Satan can try to play, and in this game, it all comes down to one reality:

IF GOD’S WORD IS TRUTH (John 17:17), THEN NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.

God’s Word is the Ultimate Trump Card, and because it is, we have to know it.  We have to be able to play His trump cards anytime and every time that Satan attempts to trump the vision that God has given us.  ”You aren’t good enough” feels devastating until you trump it with the truth of 2 Corinthians 5:21.  Suddenly, the pressure isn’t on you and I to be good enough, but instead to thank God for making us righteous in Christ.  We don’t have to be strong enough, smart enough, big enough, because the truth of Scripture trumps every one of those cards from the devil’s hand.

In fact, the Ultimate Trump Cards from the Bible trump more than the lies from our enemy.  They trump how we feel, what we think, and what seems like the right thing to do.  One play from God’s Word, and every hand folds.

Maybe you’ve been too quick to fold when your enemy plays a lie, or perhaps you’ve given way too much power to your emotions and thoughts, and have allowed them to lead you away from the destiny and good works God has prepared for you (Ephesians 2:10)?  Maybe it’s time to play with a new deck of cards.  Try these ten truths from Scripture the next time you need to overcome a lying trump card with an Ultimate Trump Card.

The Lie vs The Truth
You aren’t good enough God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. (2 Corinthians 5:21)
You aren’t strong enough I can do everything through him who gives me strength. (Phil. 4:13)
You aren’t brave enough No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. (Romans 8:37)
You aren’t smart enough But we have the mind of Christ. (1 Corinthians 2:16)
You haven’t done enough Only let us live up to what we have already attained. (Philippians 3:16)
You aren’t big enough What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? (Romans 8:31)
You don’t have enough You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. (1 John 4:4)
You aren’t sincere enough This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything. (1 John 3:19-20)
You don’t believe enough He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you.” (Luke 17:6)
You don’t know enough If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. (James 1:5)


The best way to weed a heart

For as long as I can remember, I’ve hated yard work.  I’ve secretly fantasized about sneaking out in the middle of the night and painting my entire landscape so that it would look good without needing any upkeep.  Yes, I know this is unrealistic, and so I’m caught somewhere between having a great yard that requires work and living in an apartment with flowers around the front sign that someone else takes care of.  Until very recently, I’ve been the guy on the riding mower constantly being chased by a cloud of dust.

If you read The Blog Channel with any regularity, then you know that a couple of months ago we took some pretty extreme measures to fix our yard (check out some pics if you’d like), which has resulted in a yard with a bit more grass and a lot less of the things that I hate the most about yard work: weeds and sticks.

If there was one thing that could ruin a perfect Saturday growing up, it was these five words from my dad at breakfast: “Today, we’re picking up sticks.”  That short sentence always felt like a lifetime sentence in yard work hell.  Growing up on 17 acres of land with about 2 of them covered in grass under large trees meant that there never seemed to be an end to sticks and weeds and rocks to be cleared out of the way so that my dad could come behind us on the mower.

Stick and stones may break your bones, but they can definitely break the will of a teenager on a Saturday morning.

Fast forward to life as I know it today, and now I’m the dad saying the same thing to my kids, except I don’t say it as often, because I’m not the dad who has a lot of yard maintenance motivation.  I’ve seen those guys, and I think I’ve even had conversations with those guys, but I am not one of those guys, and I think it’s because – deep down – I’ve always felt like the battle with lawn trash like weeds and sticks was unwinnable.  Limbs fall down and weeds grow up, and they both have to go if you have any hope of an attractive yard.

“Green and clean” is a phrase that gets a lot of mileage about yards, and I even read one guy who said if he couldn’t have green, he could at least always have clean.  My dilemma? If the sticks match the color of the dirt because there’s no green, what’s the point of picking them up?  And if the only thing you can grow that’s green is weeds, why pull ‘em?

In case I’ve lost you, let me sum up before we move on: while it is possible to be clean without green, the truth is that a yard without growth is demoralizing, and at some point the reality is that we’ll just end up letting it go.  That’s the cold truth about our humanity, and unfortunately, that truth carries over into our spiritual lives, too.

It’s easy to become discouraged about the fight we wage against sin in our culture and ourselves.  We do have days when it feels like we’re winning, but many days we feel more like Paul did when he wrote these words:

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do…For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.  For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. (Romans 7:15, 18-19)

Sounds like that unwinnable weed war, doesn’t it?  Paul sounds about as hopeless against his struggle with sin as I did in my argument to my dad growing up that Saturdays were for sleeping, and I can assure you that I’ve muttered things like this under my breath as I tried to turn a dirty yard into a clean one. “I want to pull these weeds.  I want to pick up these sticks.  But I know they’ll just be back tomorrow and there’s too many to get them all.  It’s too far gone. I want a clean yard, but I’m powerless against the onslaught of yard trash!!  I give up!”

Paul said it a little differently, but his response to the overwhelming reality of the sin – the sticks and weeds – in his heart was the same: “What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?” (Romans 7:24)

Thankfully, there is hope in this war against sticks, stones, weeds, and sin.  Actually, there’s a lot more than hope.  There’s victory, and it all comes from a hopeless life living surrendered to the ultimate Gardener.  We have a rescuer, and His name is Jesus.  Paul, overcome with the joy of knowing he wasn’t left to a heart full of multiplying sin, penned the equivalent of the first words spoken at the press conference of a liberated POW: “Thanks be to God – through Jesus Christ our Lord!” (Romans 7:25)

Now, it’d be great to end it right there, wouldn’t it?  Sin is defeated, the sticks and rocks are removed and covered up with fresh topsoil, and Roundup has made sure that the weeds that were there aren’t any longer.  But the truth is that the war still rages.  We still have sin that creeps up in our lives, just like my brand new yard still collects sticks and weeds.  But just like I’m no longer trying to make a dirty yard clean, we’re no longer trying to make a sinful heart good.

I don’t have the same yard I once had.  I (along with help from good friends) removed the old one and put down a new one.  New soil, new seed, new bushes, new pine needles.  And here’s the best lesson I’ve learned: it’s a whole lot easier to keep a clean yard clean than it was to keep a dirty yard clean.  Because my yard is no longer overgrown with weeds and covered with limbs and sticks, I can spot a new weed or a fallen limb from clear across the lawn.  I still pull weeds – it seems daily, too – but it’s just one or two at a time instead of feeling like I need to run Roundup through my sprinkler!

In our spiritual lives, the principle is the same.  We’re not trying to scrub a dirty heart clean.  Religion tries – and fails – to do that.  Instead, Jesus has given each of us a new heart, a new life, and new strength, and now we simply do the upkeep.

Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life. (Proverbs 4:23)

How do you guard your heart?  The same way I guard my yard against the inevitable weeds: daily. Spend consistent time in prayer and reading the Scriptures each day, and you’ll be amazed how much easier it will be to spot the sin in your life that doesn’t belong.  It will literally stick out like a sore thumb.

Or, at least like an unwanted weed.


The difference between disappointment and regret

1 Corinthians 9:24
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.

Yesterday I had the chance to watch two events that taught me the importance of one truth. First, let’s talk about what I saw and then we’ll dissect what I learned.

What I saw – Part 1

Yesterday was Patriots’ Day, and anyone who knows anything about running knows that means the running of the Boston Marathon. Since it is pretty much the gold standard of marathon running, it’s the one time a year that I fork out money to watch a television broadcast on my computer. It’s also the one day a year that is my least productive, because until I’m fast enough to qualify to run Boston, I have to run it vicariously through people I know. This is done by text alerts and through online runner tracking, and while technology is amazing, the constant texts and page refreshes do make it hard to accomplish any real work.

So I’m sitting at my desk doing some creative work (creative license is a lot like poetic license in that you can do just about anything and still call it part of the work you’re not doing!) and the beeps are sounding on my phone while Al Trautwig and Larry Rawson give me the play by play of the race on my laptop, and for most of the men’s race Ryan Hall is leading and looking strong. Only down side to the race is that there isn’t an American woman anywhere near the front of the women’s race because Kara Goucher is still coming back from childbirth and isn’t as competitive as she usually is.

Just as I gave up hope of an American woman winning, I hear the distinctive Trautwig voice ask, “What’s this? A newcomer to the women’s lead pack?” I check the monitor and see little-known

Desiree Davila

Desiree Davila thrilled us!!

Desiree Davila running with and – perhaps more shocking – staying with two other Kenyan runners. They ran together for the final 10k and about a mile from the finish it became a two-woman race between Davila and Caroline Kilel. As they rounded the curve toward the end, Davila surged ahead only to find that Kilel answered and pushed a bit ahead coming down the final stretch. The B99 and I groaned as we watched the American’s hopes fading, but when Davila found the strength for one final pass, were suddenly screaming, high-fiving and three-throwing each other! Sadly, it was short-lived, and Kilel had the last surge and went on to win by 2 seconds over Davila. 2 seconds.

That’s how long it takes Apple to sell an iPad. 2 seconds.

If I had lost that race by 2 seconds, I’d have beaten myself senseless thinking about how close I’d come (of course, in this scenario I’d be a woman and that’s a little awkward), but Davila was all smiles recalling the race later. “It was the most excitement I’ve had in a race ever and just really carried me the last six miles,” Davila said. “I felt that energy, and I felt comfortable at the front and pushing the pace because of that. It really just carried me through to the finish line.”

While I was digesting how close our new-found hero had come to winning the Boston Marathon, I saw that the coverage had shifted to the men, and Ryan Hall was nowhere in sight. He had fallen out of contention, according to Trautwig, and I realized that the American draught at Boston was going to grow to 25 years. Hall, though, was upbeat in his post-race interview, and why shouldn’t he have been? He’d just run the fastest American marathon ever and finished 4th in the Boston Marathon. “I was out there running, and I was thinking to myself, ‘I can’t believe this is happening right now. I’m running a 2:04 pace, and I can’t even see the leaders.’ It was unreal.”

2 Americans, 2 amazing races, 2 losers, 0 winners, 0 regrets, and 0 whining.


Russell, Survivor and April Fools

Russell Hantz on Survivor

People that know me know that I don’t listen to Christian radio a lot, as I’m much more likely to tune into some sports talk when I’m in the car. But since the B99 (that’s Wendy, my wife and Better 99% for all you TBC newbies) isn’t really into sports talk, I’ll almost always put the station back onto K-Love before I get out so that she’ll have it on when she gets in the car after me. Yes, that does make me a very good husband.  No, I won’t do it for you, too.

All that to say this: as I pulled into the driveway a few mornings ago and selected FM1 preset #2, I heard the middle of an interview on K-Love with Krista Klumpp. If you’re a Survivor fan, you already know that Krista was a contestant on this season’s show who was recently voted off.  If you’re not, then you’re trying to picture which character she was in Nutty Professor 2. The fact that Krista lives in Columbia, SC, (where the B99 grew up) made me like her, but when she whipped out her Bible on Survivor and had a conversation with Matt on Redemption Island that actually included the name Jesus and not some generic reference to God, The Man Upstairs, or a Great Power, I was even more of a fan.

So, I’m sitting in the driveway in the B99′s minivan listening to the interview on K-Love, and I heard something that almost made me spit coffee onto the windshield.  The interviewer asked Krista about her alliance with Russell (who we’ve always enjoyed watching play the game even though CBS always loves portraying him as a total jerk) and how someone who carries her Bible on Survivor would end up siding with arguably one of Survivor’s most infamous villains.  After a chuckle or two, Krista said that Russell was a believer.

That’s when the near mishap with the coffee almost happened.

Now, let me say right up front that I don’t know Russell Hantz, and have never had any conversation with him, so I can’t (and wouldn’t even if I could) refute what Krista said.  That’s not the point of this post.  He may very well be a strong believer in Christ, but the fact that hearing it caught me by surprise is what I want to focus on here.

When I was in high school, we had an assembly that featured a band that stood on the stage with really big hair and tight pants that sang covers like “Working for the Weekend,” “I Love Rock and Roll,” “It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me”  along with every hit Huey Lewis and the News ever recorded.  Yes, both of them.  The music was good, and as much as the hair was unforgettable (most 80′s hairstyles were!), it was something that they said about 45 minutes into the set that has stayed with me to this day.  As the reverb died on a Chicago love ballad, the lead singer looked out at us and said, “Hey, uh, we just, uh, wanted you to know that we all, uh, all of us up here, well, we love Jesus.”  It was perfectly timed and led right into the keyboard intro to REO Speedwagon’s power ballad “Keep On Lovin’ You.”

The only problem was that it seemed so fake.  I wasn’t even really following Jesus and I couldn’t get out of my mind how these guys had just spent 45 minutes looking and sounding one way only to think that in one sentence they could prove that they were different from what they had just appeared so similar to. That stuck with me, because there’s nothing worse than people being surprised by our faith in Jesus, and that’s what got me during the interview on K-Love.

I can’t say whether or not Russell loves Jesus.  Maybe he does; maybe he doesn’t. But what I know for sure is that the thought of him being a believer made me glad and confused all at once, and I felt like I was back in the auditorium of Albemarle Senior High School watching a handful of middle-aged guys rocking out for Jesus to tunes that were never written with Him in mind.

That simultaneous feeling of elation and confusion is the point, and it is something we should try to avoid others from feeling about us.

I get that there are hours and hours of footage at CBS that we’ll never see, and some of it could shed a lot of light on the real Russell, and that for the most part CBS is in control over how they “brand” Russell.  But there were hours and hours of footage that I never saw of other contestants, and they never left me wondering where they stood with Jesus.  Leslie Nease comes to mind when she basically sealed her Survivor fate by not taking place in a ritual in a Buddhist temple because, in her words, “it felt like worship.”  I do think it is possible to live our faith consistently, even when we’re being edited.  At least, I’d hope it is.

Perhaps there is a deeper issue here.  There is a lot of banter in the Christian community today about freedom, and I’m glad that there is.  I think that freedom in following Jesus is crucial if we’re to be successful from staying away from the hardened, crusty, religious legalism that so many of us have experienced, especially here in the very religious South.  But there is a danger lurking and I think it is in the fact that the current brand of Christianity seems to have made “freedom” synonymous with “anything goes,” which raises two questions:

What’s the difference?

Glad you asked.  There has always been this tendency for people to kind of do whatever they please, and then cover it up with the blanket God statement.  Stuff like professional athletes wearing WWJD bracelets around their wrists and displaying them proudly by flipping people off comes to mind, as does a singer producing an album with a parental warning on the front and a line in the credits thanking God for blessing them. Those may seem like straw men examples, but I’ve seen my share of people not living consistently and then using the magic “freedom white out” to claim that they were free from the truth when shown it. Paul even said that we shouldn’t use our freedom to do whatever we want, mainly because we don’t live for ourselves alone (1 Cor. 8:9).

What’s the problem?

Hypocrisy at best; lunacy at worst.  Here’s what I mean.  To be a hypocrite means to pretend to have something you don’t, and so living inconsistently on purpose wouldn’t be much different than the game play we see weekly on reality shows where “say one thing, do another” is just part of the game.  It becomes easy to separate who we are in one venue from who we are in another.  There’s the “Survivor” me and the “At home with my kids on the couch” me. A hypocrite knows that those two are different, and also knows which one is real.  But that’s not the worst problem.  The worst is what happens when we can’t see the difference and believe that living the separation is okay, and as a result we grow blind in the areas where seeing is the most critical.

It’s one thing to pretend.  If I made a fake lottery check and our family pretended to be winners for a night at home, no harm.  It’s another to deceive, which would be like me telling my wife we won the lottery and allowing her to believe it even when I know it’s not true.  That’s hypocrisy, and it’s bad, but not the worst.  Worse yet is lunacy.  That’s me taking a fake lottery check to the bank and getting mad because they don’t believe it’s real and I do.  People get locked away for that kind of stuff, because they’ve lost the ability to see the difference between reality and fantasy.

That is where I fear our Christian culture is heading, and if it is, we’ve bought into the worst April Fool’s trick ever.  We’ve believed a lie and can’t even see that it isn’t true, and the end result of that is a total loss of reality, which means we’ll have lost the ability to impact the culture around us that so desperately needs that line to be drawn.

It is time to end the lunacy and return to the truth that has been made plain to each one of us (Rom. 1:19-20).  There has never been a more critical time to close the gap between what we say we believe and what we actually live.  If we don’t, we run the risk of standing in front of a culture that is waiting for redemption with nothing to offer except the emptiness of an April Fool’s joke and being even more irrelevant than 5 guys with mullets dancing around in tight pants in front of high school students.


Having the want to

Mar 3, 2011 11:45 am by Paul Jenkins in Evotions

Exodus 36:2-3
Then Moses called Bezalel, Oholiab, and all the other skilled people to whom the Lord had given skills, and they came because they wanted to help with the work. They received from Moses everything the people of Israel had brought as gifts to build the Holy Tent. The people continued to bring gifts each morning because they wanted to.

One of my least favorite memories growing up was chores on Saturdays.  Now, I don’t want to portray my parents as harsh, mean people because they weren’t.  But when you’re a teen, ANY chore on a Saturday feels like the kind of torture reserved for the devil and his angels.  It was the worst feeling in the world to be woken up and forced out the door to do stuff that I would have never chosen to do.  It was in these early formative years that I began trying to hatch a business plan that would pay me to sleep, eat Cap’n Crunch, and wear my pajamas.  And now, I write.  Weird.  It all worked out except for the pay.

Anyway, what strikes me about the verses above is the phrase “because they wanted to.”  Not only did the skilled people come help Moses because they wanted to, but all the people kept giving because they wanted to.  I get that they may sound a bit strange to our culture, so let me repeat it one more time, slowly, so that it will sink in.

They came because they wanted to.  Wanted.  To.

Wow.

There is so little “want to” in our American Christianity today that sometimes pastors have actually said things like “God loves a cheerful giver, but He’ll take money from a grump.”  Really.  I’ve heard them say it.  Many times.  Out loud.  And all I can ever think when I hear stuff like that is that God isn’t really in the taking business as much as He is in the giving and receiving business, and if He was taking, how would that make a grump less grumpy?  It wouldn’t.

Lots of times we fall into the trap of throwing God’s weight around.  We play the part of bouncer and tell people that God demands their lives and they’d better quit fighting Him and surrender.  Whether we realize it or not (and I’m pretty sure we don’t), we make coming to Jesus about as inviting as a visit to the dentist for a root canal while his assistant helps us prepare our taxes even though we can’t answer any of the important questions she’s asking us without inadvertently dribbling spit all over ourselves.  Yippie.

The good news is that God never intended to be the bully Who makes you do chores on Saturday morning when the rest of the neighborhood kids are out playing ball.  There are lots of people who are bigger and more powerful than me, and they could easily make me do what they want me to do.  But they could never, ever, make me want to do what they want me to do.

But then there are the other people in my life who have loved me, poured into me, and given everything to help me be the best I can be.  If those people called and asked me to do anything, I’d be there.  And the funny thing is, I’d want to be there.

That’s the way it is with Jesus.  He gave everything for you and me, and something about that should fill our hearts so full of gratitude that we would not only do anything for Him, but actually want to do anything for Him.  The kind of want to that makes us reach for something larger than a buck to throw His way the next time the offering plate passes.  The kind of want to that makes us reach out to others around us with the same intensity that He reached out to us. The kind of want to that could transform chores on a Saturday morning into time spent side by side with a good friend doing whatever they need done.

It’s rare, I know, but I want that kind of want to, and I’m praying that you want it, too.


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