Another shining example of the intolerance of the new, contemporary “tolerance”:
…Calls for boycott continue, and now politicians are beginning to weigh-in. The mayor of Boston has even gone so far as to declare a ban on Chick-fil-a’s in Beantown. Mayor Thomas Menino in his own words:
Chick-fil-A doesn’t belong in Boston. You can’t have a business in the city of Boston that discriminates against a population. We’re an open city, we’re a city that’s at the forefront of inclusion. That’s the Freedom Trail. That’s where it all started right here. And we’re not going to have a company, Chick-fil-A or whatever the hell the name is, on our Freedom Trail… If they need licenses in the city, it will be very difficult — unless they open up their policies.
Apparently, Christian business owners are no longer allowed to express religious opinions in Boston if they run crosswise with the Mayor’s views on marriage. If that doesn’t send a chill down your spine, I don’t know what will. Again, the irony appears to be lost on the good mayor, who also fails to recognize that nothing Dan Cathy says indicates that homosexual persons will in any way be discriminated against at Chick-fil-a…
Greg Koukl’s words on the Columbine shooting that I think applies today in the wake of the Aurora incident. A long but worthwhile read:
It is very easy to ask the question, where was God? Three words. There’s your sound byte. And this rocks Christianity and all theistic religions back on their heels, at least temporarily until one looks at it more closely. Because Dr. Craig’s response was this. If God doesn’t exist, what is Bertrand Russell going to say in that circumstance to that child? Too bad? Tough luck? That’s the way it goes? There is no meaning? There is no life after death? There is no good ending? There is no possibility of redemption? There is nothing but this empty, painful senseless evil? That does not strike me as a helpful alternative.
You see, it seems just the opposite. The person who believes in God, though he does have a conflict to confront and I will talk about that in just a moment, has something quite a bit better that he can do in a circumstance like this. Much like the many students who responded by writing on this large posterboard exhibited at this memorial and representing the background of the photograph in the L.A. Times yesterday. They acknowledged that God was still on the throne in some sense and He was capable of doing some things, that it may be the case that we don’t understand everything that happens, but it doesn’t mean that God can’t exist. Because if God doesn’t exist in virtue of this tragedy, then this tragedy ceases to be a tragedy.
That’s one thing that everybody has got to acknowledge, it seems to me. This is tragic. It isn’t tragic simply because people died. People die all the time. In fact, other creatures die all the time. It’s tragic because of the means of the death. The notion of tragedy doesn’t just capture a notion of loss; the notion of tragedy captures a sense of some kind of moral crime that’s been committed.
But how does one make sense of moral crime, as opposed to just personal inconvenience or dissatisfaction, personal preference being violated? How does one make sense out of genuine moral crime if God doesn’t exist because there is no one to set the standard for what is good and what is bad? If there is no God, it is hard to imagine how there can be such a moral rule as “Thou shalt not murder” and have that rule make any sense morally. It’s just hanging there in the universe without anything grounding it, but it is just that moral rule that makes this circumstance in Colorado a genuine tragedy.
We already know it is a genuine tragedy. You don’t need Greg Koukl to make theological arguments for you to determine it as such. But it’s just the fact that we know that it is a moral tragedy that forces us to work backward through that idea a little bit to find out what also must be necessary for it to be a moral tragedy, and that is some kind of God must exist to establish that moral foundation. What one can’t do is look at tragedies like this and say, God must not exist because He didn’t do anything about it when He ought to have done so.
…So make like Nike and just do it:
Take courage in your labors today. You are not alone.
And even while we sleep and face the multiple, mundane, daily tasks of life, His dominoes are already falling in place.
Very honest words that I need to take to heart. In recent months, I’ve been reading, studying, watching and listening to a lot of things. While I’ve appreciated the growth in my perspective and knowledge, Knight’s words cut deep in reminding me to ask myself whether I’m anchoring my thirst and hunger in the wrong things or, even simply, in too many things:
In other words, have you failed to cultivate a single minded devotion to God that is so captivated by a single verse of the Bible that you are left to consider only that thought for an entire day? Have you found yourself so moved in prayer that it seemed you were in the very throne room of God, or, have you known a time in sermon preparation where the extended thought of a single truth left you with eyes so full of tears you could hardly see the screen you were typing on?
Depth in prayer and devotion is often quenched by the distraction of the ordinary. From the perceived boredom of sitting in a room alone with a book and a blank screen to the throngs of gadgets and technological applications that often excite us more than communion with God, we are men to be most pitied.
Men of depth likely are not cultivated upon the completion of another book, but more likely from a single passage meditated upon for hours, weeks even: pastors who know the value of “no” and the importance of solitude along with the wisdom of simplicity in living, indeed, pastors who know more about less instead of less about more; pastors who linger in prayer and speak of the glories of Christ as naturally as they do the wife they love; these are the men who can lead the church away from puddles and into oceans.
Remembering some of the heroes at Aurora:
Three survivors of the Colorado movie-theater massacre escaped with minor wounds, but were left with broken hearts because their heroic boyfriends died saving them.
In final acts of valor, Jon Blunk, Matt McQuinn and Alex Teves used their bodies to shield their girlfriends as accused madman James Holmes turned the Aurora cineplex into a shooting gallery.
Trippy and cool. Haha.
Like an errant velociraptor, this made me vomit – in a good way.