Isaiah 53: 5 -But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
The Whipping Boy is a children's story by Sid Fleischman about a young spoiled Prince. He is always into something worthy of a whipping. But because he is the crown Prince no one can lay a hand on him. Instead another young boy is taken from the streets and beaten in his place. It almost sounds too ludicrous to be believable but history is full of such idiosyncrasies. Such things are known to have happened in times past.
The Bible tells us about another Prince. This Prince, though not guilty of any wrong doing, took the punishment for the pauper. It is the exact opposite of Fleischman's story. You and I were worthy of death because of sin. But God in his mercy provided a sacrificial substitute. Jesus Christ, the Crown Prince of heaven, suffered and died in our place so that we could be spared the pain, suffering, and mental anguish associated with our guilt.
Not only does Jesus blood wash away our sins, but it makes provision for the healing of our bodies, minds and spirits as well. If you need something from God, the blood of Jesus makes it possible. You need never fear being rejected because of past failure or feelings of unworthiness. If there is sin in your life, you can confess it and God will wash it away. If you need healing, you can claim the promises of Isaiah 53.
At the end of Fleischman's story the "whipping boy" is elevated to the status of a Prince and lives in equality with the king's own son. In the same way, we have been adopted into the family of God and make sons and daughters of the king. We are paupers no more. Jesus bought our freedom - enjoy the benefits.
4/16/13
4/12/13
Contentment
I Timothy 6:6 - But godliness with contentment is great gain.
Most of us remember the Wizard of Oz. We remember hearing Dorothy belt out the words to "somewhere over the rainbow." I would hear those words as a child and just dream about a place where all of my problems would be left behind. Dorothy finally realizes that her problems will follow wherever she goes. In the end she understands that there is no place like home.
It is easy to imagine that someone else has an easier lot in life than we do. When I was pushing a broom as a janitor I could hardly wait to have a professional career with a title and an office. Now that I have it, along with its responsibilities, there are days when I wouldn't mind going back to pushing a broom. It seems like, in some ways, there was far less stress.
The tenth commandment tells us not to covet: not to want what out neighbor has. Why? Because the quickest way to become unhappy with what we have is to look at what someone else has. We might covet their car, but they also have a car note. What about the new house? Can I pay that house note every month on what I make? You get the idea?
It is in the nature of fallen humanity to be dissatisfied; the quickest way to be happy is to learn contentment. But how do we learn to be content? We must learn to see what we have and where we are as blessings and not curses. If we are unhappy in our present circumstances, we can rest assured that it will not last forever. Nothing in this life is forever. If we are content where we are, let us remember when we weren't as blessed and do something to help someone else if we can.
Contentment is the key that opens the treasure room of life. Thank God for where you are now. Ask him to show you how you can make the most of it. You might be surprised when you realize just how much you have to be thankful for.
God Bless,
Sullivan Jones
Most of us remember the Wizard of Oz. We remember hearing Dorothy belt out the words to "somewhere over the rainbow." I would hear those words as a child and just dream about a place where all of my problems would be left behind. Dorothy finally realizes that her problems will follow wherever she goes. In the end she understands that there is no place like home.
It is easy to imagine that someone else has an easier lot in life than we do. When I was pushing a broom as a janitor I could hardly wait to have a professional career with a title and an office. Now that I have it, along with its responsibilities, there are days when I wouldn't mind going back to pushing a broom. It seems like, in some ways, there was far less stress.
The tenth commandment tells us not to covet: not to want what out neighbor has. Why? Because the quickest way to become unhappy with what we have is to look at what someone else has. We might covet their car, but they also have a car note. What about the new house? Can I pay that house note every month on what I make? You get the idea?
It is in the nature of fallen humanity to be dissatisfied; the quickest way to be happy is to learn contentment. But how do we learn to be content? We must learn to see what we have and where we are as blessings and not curses. If we are unhappy in our present circumstances, we can rest assured that it will not last forever. Nothing in this life is forever. If we are content where we are, let us remember when we weren't as blessed and do something to help someone else if we can.
Contentment is the key that opens the treasure room of life. Thank God for where you are now. Ask him to show you how you can make the most of it. You might be surprised when you realize just how much you have to be thankful for.
God Bless,
Sullivan Jones
4/11/13
Oppress Not a Stranger
Exodus 22:21 - Do not mistreat or oppress a stranger, for you were strangers in Egypt.
Living in a foreign country is an exciting thing. It is a wonderful chance to learn about the culture, religious beliefs, and traditions of a different people group. Often we find that some things we thought to be distinctly North American are common to people all over the world. Other things that we assumed would be universal or not. There is always much to learn; one must be careful not to judge. What is considered rude or vulgar in the home country may not be rude elsewhere and vice versa.
When living in a different culture, one never knows how he will be accepted. There were always the questions of "what are you doing here?" These were usually from curious people who meant no harm. One day a lady stopped me at a street side grocery store and asked, "Excuse me, of what nationality are you?" When I told here I was from the states and doing mission work she was overjoyed. It proved to be a pleasant conversation. Other times were not so pleasant. I was asked by one man, why I didn't have to pay income tax in his country. He had been told that we were allowed to live there without paying taxes and he was angry about it. Where he got his information, I don't know. I wasn't earning any money in the country and paid dearly every month for my visa. Another time a man mistook me for a Mormon. He followed my roommate and me throwing rocks and cursing us in Spanish. In his defense, I'm sure he had been drinking. He may have been a nice guy without the awful bondage to alcohol. And there was the lady who told me that all of the problems in her country where because the "North Americans" came down and took over, thinking they didn't have to obey the rules. Sound familiar?
Since my time abroad I have not been able to look at a "stranger" the same. I understand first hand the effort it takes to live in a foreign country. I understand the desperation that drives people to come here, whether legally or not, in hopes of a better life. I understand the challenges they will face once they are here. Many come thinking they will be "as rich as the rest of us." They are soon disappointed when they see that life has its ups and downs no matter where one is.
I understand that there are increasing challenges and disagreements in our own country over immigration issues.The purpose of this writing is not to be political. One thing that I learned while living in Central America is that these issues are not unique to the United States. Other countries, even third-world countries, have some of the same issues and there are no easy answers.
I would just like to remind all of us of one of the first commandments God ever gave to his people, that of treating a "stranger" with respect. In the end we are all fellow human beings on this planet. We must all share it until our time here is done. As a Christian, I believe that my first priority is to love someone, whether I agree with them or not. As a minister I have strong views about what is right and what is wrong. But in the end I must remember the words of Jesus; we will be known as his disciples because of our love to one another.
I realize that we all have our preconceived ideas. We are most comfortable among people who look, speak, act and think as we do. This in itself is not wrong. It is wrong, however, to think that someone else is less than I am because they are different than me. The definition of prejudice is to see things based on my own experiences in life; literally it means to prejudge a situation without having all the facts. To be prejudiced is human; to look beyond my preconceived ideas and see a real person is divine.
I am just as human as anyone else, prejudice and all. I know, however, that this is not like God. My daily prayer has become this: Lord, help me to treat everyone I meet as a brother or a sister. Help me to see past the skin color or the language barrier. I may just find a kindred spirit. Help me to see all of humanity as you do, Lord. Teach me to love!
Thoughtfully Yours,
Sullivan Jones
Living in a foreign country is an exciting thing. It is a wonderful chance to learn about the culture, religious beliefs, and traditions of a different people group. Often we find that some things we thought to be distinctly North American are common to people all over the world. Other things that we assumed would be universal or not. There is always much to learn; one must be careful not to judge. What is considered rude or vulgar in the home country may not be rude elsewhere and vice versa.
When living in a different culture, one never knows how he will be accepted. There were always the questions of "what are you doing here?" These were usually from curious people who meant no harm. One day a lady stopped me at a street side grocery store and asked, "Excuse me, of what nationality are you?" When I told here I was from the states and doing mission work she was overjoyed. It proved to be a pleasant conversation. Other times were not so pleasant. I was asked by one man, why I didn't have to pay income tax in his country. He had been told that we were allowed to live there without paying taxes and he was angry about it. Where he got his information, I don't know. I wasn't earning any money in the country and paid dearly every month for my visa. Another time a man mistook me for a Mormon. He followed my roommate and me throwing rocks and cursing us in Spanish. In his defense, I'm sure he had been drinking. He may have been a nice guy without the awful bondage to alcohol. And there was the lady who told me that all of the problems in her country where because the "North Americans" came down and took over, thinking they didn't have to obey the rules. Sound familiar?
Since my time abroad I have not been able to look at a "stranger" the same. I understand first hand the effort it takes to live in a foreign country. I understand the desperation that drives people to come here, whether legally or not, in hopes of a better life. I understand the challenges they will face once they are here. Many come thinking they will be "as rich as the rest of us." They are soon disappointed when they see that life has its ups and downs no matter where one is.
I understand that there are increasing challenges and disagreements in our own country over immigration issues.The purpose of this writing is not to be political. One thing that I learned while living in Central America is that these issues are not unique to the United States. Other countries, even third-world countries, have some of the same issues and there are no easy answers.
I would just like to remind all of us of one of the first commandments God ever gave to his people, that of treating a "stranger" with respect. In the end we are all fellow human beings on this planet. We must all share it until our time here is done. As a Christian, I believe that my first priority is to love someone, whether I agree with them or not. As a minister I have strong views about what is right and what is wrong. But in the end I must remember the words of Jesus; we will be known as his disciples because of our love to one another.
I realize that we all have our preconceived ideas. We are most comfortable among people who look, speak, act and think as we do. This in itself is not wrong. It is wrong, however, to think that someone else is less than I am because they are different than me. The definition of prejudice is to see things based on my own experiences in life; literally it means to prejudge a situation without having all the facts. To be prejudiced is human; to look beyond my preconceived ideas and see a real person is divine.
I am just as human as anyone else, prejudice and all. I know, however, that this is not like God. My daily prayer has become this: Lord, help me to treat everyone I meet as a brother or a sister. Help me to see past the skin color or the language barrier. I may just find a kindred spirit. Help me to see all of humanity as you do, Lord. Teach me to love!
Thoughtfully Yours,
Sullivan Jones
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