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  • Mark 9:44 am on January 18, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Alcoholics Anonymous, Bill W.   

    To Keep It…SHARE IT! 

    Over the last few weeks I’ve been diving into the life of Bill W.

    Most Americans have either never heard of him or know all about him.  He sort of designed it that way.

    Bill was a up-and-coming stock trader in the 1920′s and was doing pretty well for himself.  He was a risk taker and the life of the party.  Over the years however he found that it took more and more alcohol to really enjoy himself, and before long, he was drinking just to “feel normal” again.  As the 1929 stock market crashed, he took to drinking heavily, and soon his entire life revolved around the bottle.  He scared his wife Lois and regularly promised sobriety only to let her down time and again.

    He was ‘powerless’ in the face of his own addiction.

    He was brought to the very bottom when his wife finally came to her senses and checked him into a ‘sanitarium’ – a kind of hospital and mental institution for substance abusers and the insane.  He was tied to his bed as he wallowed in his own shame.  This, from a man who was topping the charts on Wall Street only a few years earlier.  He better than any of knew the vicious poison…and luring potion of alcohol.

    He found God in that sanitarium.  From that moment on he began to give himself over to a “Higher Power” – the same way he formerly gave himself over to alcohol.  His wife and friends were at first skeptical, then overjoyed!  But he was not out of the woods yet.  His temptations were still there.  He believed that part of his life now was to share the path to sobriety with other drunks – that somehow he needed to keep telling the story of his own redemption in order to hold on to the sobriety he sought out every day – one day at a time.

    Bill’s returned to work – and on one occasion he was sent to Cincinnati, OH.  Far from his routines in New York City, he found himself tempted more than ever to finding the nearest lounge and no doubt falling off the wagon once again. In a last ditch effort he went out in search of a drunk who might listen to his tale.  He comes across Bob S., drunk and depressed as Bill had been in that sanitarium.

    One movie script of their encounter has Bill sitting down with a skeptical Bob, Bob going on and on about how Bill was wasting his time trying to convince Bob to stop drinking.  ”Doctors, shrinks…they’ve all gave me their best, but nothing stuck,” Bob grunted to Bill, “What makes you think you can do anything for me?”  Bill leaned forward with a drunk’s desperation in his eyes and responded,

    “I’m not here to do anything for you, I’m here for me.”

    Thus began Alcoholics Anonymous.

    Sharing the story of salvation from alcohol is the key to keeping your own sobriety.  “To keep it, you have to share it.”  It’s like breathing – if you want to keep your breath, you have to share it – breathing in and keeping it will only kill you!  You have to let it go to get it again.

     This is how it works on Wikipedia as well, if you want to set the record straight on the wingspan of a flying squirrel, you add your tidbit of knowledge to the flying squirrel Wiki page.  But simultaneously, you share it with the rest of the world.

    It’s like our own salvation.  It’s like the mission of the church.  We are simultaneously “re-presenting” the Gospel to ourselves when we share it with others.  And when a church or a Christian fails to share the Gospel with others, they fail to experience it themselves, and they become more of a problem to the world than a beautiful response to the problems of the world!

    So keep the sobriety of your salvation.  Follow the advice of Bill W., who understood more than most how desperately he needed to give it away, day after day…

    To keep it, SHARE IT!

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  • Mark 9:52 am on April 24, 2011 Permalink | Reply
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    The Wrong Newscasters 

    Today:  a strange story about a few hysterical women who come running in from the edges of town with an unbelievable story.

    Something about their Rabbi’s corpse is missing?  In their day, their words wouldn’t even hold up as reliable in a court of law.  Why would a story so central to an emerging faith community under Imperial rule allow the first witnesses to be women?  Why?  Because that’s how God loves to poke fun at us. :)

    Yes, women in the First Century had no more reliability than children when it came to reporting an incident, and yet they were the first witnesses to the Resurrection.  They were the first evangelists – the first missionaries.  In a way, Matthew, John and the other Gospel writers made a choice to include the women as part of their re-telling of this crucial story.  As Christianity spread around the Roman Empire in their day, would anyone in their culture believe this rag-tag group of wild-eyed believers when they heard that it all rested on the testimony of some lower-class women?

    In fact, this “fragile” part of the story is exactly the kind of way God wants to bring his news to folks.  Later apologists would reflect on God’s means to win back his creation:

    1 Cor 1:27 Instead, God chose things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. And he chose things that are powerless to shame those who are powerful. 28 God chose things despised by the world, things counted as nothing at all, and used them to bring to nothing what the world considers important. 29 As a result, no one can ever boast in the presence of God.

    “Jesus is risen!” Scream the winded women as they catch their breath at the door of the disciples rented home.  And the men  have a choice.  Do they go along with the social norms of this world, and pass up what these ladies are saying for favor of living with the way they currently understand the world to work:

    that women can’t reliably tell us the truth…

    that our dreams and hopes are crushed by those in power…

    …that people who are dead stay dead…

    Or will the disciples choose to live in a new kind of world – one where hope overcomes fear, where men and women learn to watch for God together, and…where He is Risen…Indeed!

    The choice is still being made today… in you, and in me.

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  • Mark 10:41 am on January 17, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Covert Ops: A Short Story 

    A soldier goes undercover, “dark” as they say – a covert operation that no one, not even his own government can track.  His mission is dire and will impact the livelihood of the entire planet.  He makes strategic engagements with the locals, interacting delicately, and coaxing those he helps not to tell anyone about him – “this never  happened,” “you didn’t see anything…”

    This undercover agent is smuggled into the capital city – where his mission is to take place.  A few have noticed his handiwork, and think they know what is about to go down.  But they have no idea.  No one has access to him now.  He has gone dark.  He is alone in his mission.  And the higher-ups are hoping against hope that this works.

    He is discovered.  A rat points him out.  He is accused of treason by his own government, his own people.  The misunderstandings and threats are unbelievable, and yet they continue.  He is beaten, tortured – they demand to know who he is working for.  They want to know his mission – they want him to talk.  Yet he keeps his cool, he remains silent.  So they put him to further agony, sensing now that he is hiding something…something big.  Could this be an insurrectionist on our hands?  Might there be others?  Was he planning an attack against our people, our leaders, our security?  Working on him by any means necessary to extract this information now becomes the central concern.

    More people are beginning to hear about the national security threat posed by this exposed terrorist.  The media is getting involved.  It was becoming too much for the leaders to handle.  They had to stop this man from carrying out his aims.  And so they killed him, like the criminal he was… he died a traitors death, even as his mission was to remain loyal to the end to the people he worked for…all of us.

    What they didn’t calculate for was that his death was a part of the plan.  It was the sneak attack they never saw coming.  And that’s exactly what happened.  They played right into his  hand, even as they believed they had finally squelched the rebellion, his subversion was only beginning!  It remained quiet for sometime.  His name left the headlines, people went back to work.  But rumors persisted.  People were claiming to have seen him moving about the city unnoticed by local authorities – some others began falling off the grid, entering into their own covert ops…it seems this rebel starfish-organization could not be squashed, it only multiplied.

    Little pockets of a new society flashed onto the scene and like Whack-a-Mole the leaders sent strike teams out to dismantle the communes.  But even as they neutralized one, two more popped up across town.  It was as if they were themselves stoking the flames of revolution.

    And then strange things began to happen.  It  happened slowly at first.  A rank-and-file officer went missing.  His family too.  They simply were not heard from again.  Then another, and another.  Before long white-collars were turning coat too.  This virus was spreading beyond a few fringe-groups – it was impacting the entire society.  It was unbelievable.  The plan had worked.  What was once misunderstood by all was now finding complete saturation – and the plan of the once-misunderstood soldier was now taking over the world…and folks couldn’t be happier about it!

    Isaiah 53:8-12

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