Galatians 6:6 reads, “The one who is taught the word is to share all good things with the one who teaches him.” Most of my life I have heard brethren try to cram money into the “good things” category — a questionable association at best, if you ask me. The better application, and the one more consistent with the letter as a whole, is that we share a bond of fellowship with our teachers. We owe it to them to display, in words and actions impossible to misunderstand, the debt of gratitude we owe them for ministering to our spirits.Read More
Throughout the Old Testament, “Egypt” is used as a metaphor for slavery. The Israelites spent 430 years in Egypt, much or most of which was spent under the Egyptians’ thumb. The kind behavior shown to Joseph and his family was not continued by the Pharaoh “who did not know Joseph” (Exodus 1:8). Life soon became intolerable for the nation, even to the point of being forced to kill their own male children. But God was watching over His people the entire time, even and especially during the worst days. And when the time was right, God intervened. Pharaoh was humiliated, Egypt was crushed and looted, and Israel emerged on the other side of the Red Sea as a nation to be seriously regarded and respected.
But the story was not yet over.Read More
One of my Facebook “friends” (actually a complete stranger to me — social media makes for odd relationships) posted the following last week: “Don’t you dare tell me who I can call my brothers and sisters in Christ! That is way above your pay grade!”
I was tempted to respond, “Is it above yours?”Read More
Whenever I hear about a restaurant or other establishment that refuses to serve police officers, I always want to ask, “Do you expect them to serve you?” After all, their service requires them to (at least potentially) put their very lives on the line for you. The worst that can happen to you by serving them is getting a rotten tip.
It just seems reasonable. When people put themselves out for you, you should be inclined to do the same for them.Read More
One of the oddest parts of my brief exchange with Bro. Jesse Winn, to which I have made considerable reference over the last few weeks, was something he said about me personally. In my experience, “about me personally” is a prepositional phrase that is hardly ever a good thing in the context of brethren debating doctrinal differences. But this was an exception.Read More
The Berlin Wall has now officially been down longer than it was up. That’s astonishing. I remember 1989 quite well. The Cold War that had dominated my childhood was officially over. The dreaded symbol of oppression had been toppled. It was the end of an age. For my entire life I had thought of geopolitics entirely in terms of the United States vs. the Soviet Union. And suddenly, it wasn’t. The tearing down of the wall was the biggest symbol of that transformation.
Once upon a time, there lived a young man in a faraway place; although Aggies like us inevitably want to call such characters Rock, we'll call him Jake.Read More