Bombing Hatred

 I need to check my assumptions and fears.   I recognized this on a recent flight back from San Francisco.

  I sat next to a Woman who was veiled (western style).  My fears all of a sudden streamed up.   A psychologist may say that I suffer from "Xenophobia!"  I would say I suffer from too much information on how others mistreat the west and how all of our lives are at jeopardy every single day.

 

 

The tension become higher when she left her back pack under her chair, and moved up to be with her manager.  The tick tock tick tock of the imaginary bomb, locked inside her back pack frightened me. 

 

"Oh my God I am going to Die!"

 

I told myself, "Be Brave!"     

 

Paranoia started sending alarms to do something about the matter.   

"Oh my God I am going to Die!"

 

But I did not want to invade her privacy, so I just sat there and prayed. 

"Lord please protect me from the evil of the world." 

My wife Jessica laughs at the story and thinks my fears are  based on an active imagination and a saturation of alarming news coverage. It also did not help that the security at the airport was on high alert.   Also flying in a tin can is never an "Awe Shucks, lets lay back in my hammock as the world goes by."   An airplane defies the laws of tradition, and proclaims that a big thing, bigger than any bird, can spread iron wings and fly in the air.   

There was s just too much stimuli to ignore things properly.

 

 

I may have acted differently if the passenger was reading a bible and wore Western dress.  The incorporated westerner is not any more tame than a Muslim, we all have the potential to do our brothers and sisters harm.    Just because it looks like a good, non poisonous thing does not necessarily mean that it is non poisonous.  We however must look at our degrees of hatred that lie inside of our hearts and put them to the light of truth.   Only in the light do fears go away, and we grow in Christ.  By the way of course it was my imagination and nothing happened on my flight... but "Oh my God I am going to Die!" fear seemed real at least for five minutes. 

 

I settled down and continued reading my book "Stranger in a Strange Land".  

Gospel Beginnings.

The gospel is a hard nut to crack into exact, precise words.   The gospel is understood best by continually reading Romans 1:1-21 [for about seven times during a week of intense study], but by the end of that time you would probably be exhausted and not be able to come up with a precise definition of the gospel.   The gospel is the pivot point of Christianity.  
But to begin our picture lets paint a story;
Once upon a time, and still to this day man (lets call him Adam) was sinful. Adam worked as a mechanic in a sinful machine.  Each machine part was tainted with sinful dust, which added more and more dust, and made piles of dust each and every day (365 24/7).

No matter how hard Adam tried to get rid of the dust, the dust was always there.

God had kept an eye on the machinery of man and was not pleased with the continual accumulation of dusty particles.   God will call him El, knew that the only solution was to help man with the dust problem.   El knew he was the only hope for man.   So the lone gun man El, sent his Logos-Son-Jesus into the factory.  Jesus turned over the factory and busted the machinery into tiny pieces.   The machinery would no longer be able to produce the sinful dust that had so plagued man.
Man was/is stubborn and it took time for man to see the awesome power of Monkey wrenching Jesus.
 Some men even went and started building more machines.
So Jesus proclaimed, if you join that crew you can not be part of my kingdom.   Jesus came to adopt man into a kingdom absent of dusty machines.

{The Beginning}

 I know that there are flaws in my story, so write me and discuss where you may have a problem with this explanation: 

On a Grey Distant Planet

On a grey planet, of a little no named star, lost in a galaxy tucked away, in some dusty corner of a universe;  lived a bushwhacker.  The bushwhacker desired not to be a hermit.  He dreamed of one day having people join him on his journey.  But the man knew that sometimes all you have is Christ and tiny footsteps.  He yelled into space in hopes of hearing an echo.

Mad Men Bent on Anarchy

Morality According to God: A graphic representation of chapter 2 He Is There and He is Not Silent by  Francis A Schaeffer		Abstract	Particular
Impersonal		Dada: Nothingness Defines the World. Anarchy	Dictatorship: The Dictator decides what is best for the people. Hobbesian Politics:  One man over the population.
Personal		Socialism: Greatest Good decides what is best for the people.	Judeo-Christian World View morality is personal and particularly prescribed by a loving God, told to man in the entire Christian Cannon (AKA the bible)

Man was created by God in his own image, in his own image God created man, but because we rebelled we became abnormally bad and become more sinful as time progressed. Till the day we awaited a cure that could only be found in Christ. If the cure is not Christ than all is lost and we might as well call ourselves mad men bent towards anarchy.