Psalm 95

This is another very popular psalm, the basis for several contemporary songs and quotations in the New Testament. It’s also the first of a half-dozen poems celebrating divine sovereignty. They fit into the general type of processional hymns.

We can almost picture a ranking member of some household calling his family and guests to join him in celebration. How can we remain silent when such a noteworthy Sheikh rules over us? He’s so powerful no one can threaten His domain. It won’t matter what you have to bring in your hands, because the most appropriate tribute to bring into His courts is your grateful praise and singing. No king or deity is in His class.

Consider: He made the hidden corners of the earth with His hands. The hills and mountains are described using the word for a wealth gained from toil, and as a standing monument to accomplishment. He owns the seas by right of having made them, too. He formed the dry land like a sculptor. The full impact of just Who this is will drive you to your knees.

We have no other God; this is the One who owns us. But He is tender toward us like a shepherd to His sheep. His compassion knows no bounds. How could anyone resist His sweet care? What kind of total fool does it take to quarrel with Him?

The voice changes to that of God. Yet this very same folly is in your blood, God warns Israel. Don’t forget that your own ancestors provoked Me endlessly. With such mighty miracles they had the gall to demand petty comforts and refused to walk in faith. If their every wish wasn’t waiting for them in plain sight well before they arrived, every stop in the Wilderness was another excuse for carping. Forty long years God endured this constant insult in His face.

Finally He could take no more. He judged them as terminally unfit to receive His promised blessings. It’s not that they failed to understand what God required, but refused to consider Him as worthy of their devotion. So He promised them they would never see the full measure of His wrath on the sins of others because they kept provoking it on themselves. He let them die in his wrath.

We are left hanging with the implied warning that there is a limit and you should be fearful of testing the boundaries, lest you lose all that God has granted by His mighty power.

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Cycling: Even Farther North

(As always, click any image to see at a larger size.)

HillsNE164thWTechnically I was in Edmond today, but in Greater OKC it maps as NE 164th. This is very much into the Deep Fork watershed because I spent an awful lot of time on my small chain ring.

8619NE53rdSpencerThe route was fairly simple, just reversing my previous visit to this area: north through Spencer, up Spencer-Jones Road and north on Hiwasee. On the way, I spotted this abandoned house (right) in Spencer. I suppose it hasn’t been that long, because there’s no sign of vagrant camping. However, it hasn’t been mowed since some time last summer.

NCanatHiwaseeRdJonesAs I crossed the bridge on northernmost bend of the North Canadian River at Hiwasee Road, I saw that there had been a bit of rockslide on the bluff across from the beach.14520NHiwaseeRd A few miles farther along I couldn’t resist taking this shot of the private pond where NE 150th runs into Hiwasee on the east side. I rode on over the turnpike and kept going north.

HiwaseeRdnrNE164thThe section (mile-square area of land between “section lines”) to my west is almost entirely undeveloped. If you take a look at this area bounded by Hiwasee, NE 150th, Anderson and NE 164th, you’ll see from any satellite view that it’s just one huge portion of the Central Oklahoma Cross Timbers. In its natural state it would be scrub forest dotted with meadows, but in the last century the proliferation of ponds and lakes has raised the ambient moisture of both soil and air so that the trees grow thicker and taller.UpperHiwaseeLakeNE164th

I can’t tell you which came first, either the road or the lake, but alongside this far northern end of Hiwasee Road on the north side of NE 164th is Hiwasee Lake. The lake is quite old and the whole bowl is surrounded in serious security fencing. You can catch glimpses of some older obscenely expensive mansions clustered along the shores. This image on the right shows an old bridge on the upper end of the lake.

13500NE164thUp on the next ridge I spotted this abandoned palatial home with lots of glass still in the frames. It makes you wonder what kind of legal hassles would prevent someone from keeping that house in shape because it’s value out here is pretty high.11500blkNE164th There were plenty of other, older mansions all up and down these hills. The valleys are mostly high-priced horse range and private ponds or lakes.12500blkNE16th The pond in the image on the left was simply the result of the road passing through on a fill, and someone decided to adjust the flow through the culvert under the pavement. Nicely framed in redbuds just starting to leaf out.

The hills didn’t run out just because Lake Arcadia ended this stretch of road. Just zig-zagging around the south end of the lake was still just as hilly as I knew from previous rides in this area.TinkerCrkarmArcadiaLk One of the few free access spots on the lake falls inside the educational nature preserve. This is the Tinker Creek arm of the lake where you can fish and hike for free year-round.

NewPicnicSpotI found a new picnic spot. Whatever had once stood up on the hill behind that gate had burned down to the ground back a few years ago when a wildfire swept through here.FarmMWBlvdnrHefnerRd The surviving trees on either side called out to me with an invitation to stop for lunch. So I ate my sandwich and chatted with the trees, but I didn’t hear any birds. On the other hand, I was thrilled with the scent of blooming wisteria carried on the breeze. Of course, the view across the road sloping down into the North Canadian River isn’t bad, either.

Lots of brutal hills and about 35 miles today with no stiff winds, temps around 65°F (18C). I stopped off at the Aubrie McClendon memorial and spoke to the redbud, tidied up a few items knocked out of place by winds and whatever. It’s a clergyman’s instinct to take grave sites and memorials seriously, even if I have no clue about the person.

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Growth Considerations

The driving force is our commitment to God’s glory.

As I moved from traditional organized Christian religion to a more ancient approach to faith, I found it increasingly difficult to share what I was doing. At first I thought my communications skills were lacking and I worked hard on that, but discovered that it made no difference. Eventually all the churches I tried ran me off, largely because I was challenging the system itself, not because of the actual content of my religion. However, those same churches have utterly spoiled any kind of evangelical outreach in our social setting, so I ended up pretty isolated for a very long time.

But silence is not an option, so I explored various ways I could satisfy the urge to share without getting into serious trouble. Even online there are ways you can come under attack from people who find the differences threatening. And sometimes it’s just a simple matter of getting bogged down in pointless chatter, in the sense that people wanted to entrap me in their little social media kingdom only because they had some affinity with superficial elements of my religion. It served only to disembowel the sharing of my faith.

So I decided to simply keep exploring the territory for myself. Eventually I decided to write a book or two and that’s when the influence of my beliefs became more obvious. A part of that was realizing something about the proper target audience and the proper approach for sharing with them. It required ditching a lot of things I thought important, a lot of frame-of-reference issues that required dismantling, and some serious pain in my soul. To be honest, I’m not sure I can characterize the audience or the approach, but I can tell you that it’s working. That is, I can point to a substantial number of lives, people who were blessed by this religion. Some have moved on, but more have joined in and are staying in touch.

Essential to this religion is that I’m still shedding stuff because it’s alive. I admit that I’m a little slow to catch on at times, but it seems you are patient with me, which means this thing is working just fine. I’m a participant, not the thing itself. If I’m more than a fungible part of this, then it’s not real. But I sense this thing is now up and growing on its own, and that’s a source of hope and joy I cannot describe. And even better is the hope that sometime in the near future there will be other voices that can carry this thing beyond the days of my life.

As you know, our shared faith is its own reward. We can talk all day about the wonderful blessings, but those things cannot provide the motivation for very long. If the power of living God’s divine justice is not enough to keep you on the path, then you don’t have it and it doesn’t have you. Jesus is His living embodiment of divine justice — His Law — and I’m joining you to Him, not to me. If His Person cannot absorb you wholly, I’m surely not big enough to do any better.

But as we consider how this faith now seems to be spreading as more people join us, we will surely encounter a lot of folks who are all excited and seriously interested, but for a time at least, they don’t really get it. We must make room for them. This is a critical element of this religion: that we do all we can to bring justice to everyone who will accept it, in whatever measure they can accept it. Along with them will be a bunch of folks who are nothing more than “me-too” types. We make room for them, as well. And most certainly there will be hostile infiltrators; they must also be welcome. They can’t really harm us, so the only time we exclude them is when we sense they are hindering our work and God has better things for us to do.

If our teaching draws us into more thoroughly merging with His divine moral character, that means we are closer to Creation itself. Creation becomes a part of our family and friends, a vast wealth of loving support, but without the problem of being fallen itself. So if Creation tolerates fallen humanity, so should we, but on the same grounds. We keep offering what God has given us and who can say when something inside them will “click” and seize the full gift? We have received a domain as feudal dependents of Heaven. We hold that domain in trust for Him, and a significant point of it all is that we use that domain to heal the moral sickness and injuries for which we are equipped. Each of us is a refuge for some slice of humanity needing to escape the slavery of serving Satan. It’s not up to us to make them actually receive it, only to offer it.

I’m still predicting this teaching will assume a higher public profile, and likely soon. My sense is that this calendar year won’t pass before we come under some wider public notice. If for no other reason, we are in for some social upheaval we’ve never seen before, and that makes people search for an anchor. We have to keep in mind that what we do simply isn’t going to work for everyone, but they may not be able to decide that right away. I’m preparing myself to find ways to simplify how I would introduce my faith to a wider public, but without hiding what really matters. You should be doing the same thing. In whatever way you can, be ready to tell other folks what this is all about. We are the living bridges across a very wide chasm of perception.

The Radix Fidem pamphlet is just about as short as I can make it. Feel free to use it or even rewrite it. I have at least one longer explanation coalescing in my thoughts and I’ll share that in the next few days, an outline of something I might say in an interview, for example.

Pray that God will allow you to see ways you can improve your own readiness. You should share your own faith, not simply parrot what I say about mine. Otherwise, when things change suddenly, you may find yourself searching for an anchor and unable to help anyone else.

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Sticker Shock

Maybe you recognize the title as an American expression for being surprised at how expensive something can be. Let me try to offer a better context for folks who don’t engage in my sort of fitness activities.

A couple of you have discussed with me what it costs to get a mountain bike that answers my prayer request. Then problem is that it costs a lot more than I like; I’m not cavalier about this. Go to Walmart or Target and you get a toy. The frame is probably the only part that’s durable. The rest is the cheapest trash available. God made me a large fellow (225#), so when I ride, it puts high stress on those parts, especially if I ride off the roads. The rims will bend easily, and I’ve had tires slip off the bead and blow out the tubes on the Walmart toys. The gears are cheap and sloppy and I can’t shift them with any kind of reliable expectation when I’m bouncing along a trail. The brakes don’t grab very well and I risk crashing. Chains snap as I climb a steep hill. And economic inflation hits bikes like everything else.

So I’ll tell you that my hybrid bicycle retails around $300, but that’s “naked.” For long distance riding on roads I add a rear rack, a bottle cage, a front bag for tools (never mind what bike tools cost), and I added quick-release fenders (the least expensive kind). I also fortify the tubes and tires up from the standard junk to avoid frequent flats. So the retail price now is more like $400. But this is still a rather low-end bike, just one step above a toy, and it’s not hardened against the rough riding on the trails.

This is why it’s a prayer request. I can’t afford to walk out and buy one that will serve my purposes; I got the hybrid with a donation. I checked on Craigslist for used bikes in my area that are roughly the same quality as my current bike and for mountain bikes the typical price is $500+ — that’s for used bikes that retail over $800. The only easy part about this is that you don’t add a bunch of accessories to a mountain bike because they take too many jolts. You hang stuff on your body when you ride the trails, not on the bike.

Again, I’m not begging for money here. You can pitch in if you feel moved, but God forbid that you should feel pressured or guilty. That’s the part of my ministerial experience I hated most: the high-pressure fund raising preachers do. I’m not feeling deprived, but my faith says I should ask because God will use it for His glory. And how can I predict what use it will have as our world changes? God knows. He moves us to ask in faith for things that speak to His glory. I don’t need another car and I’m not into even more expensive hobbies like motorbikes. But I do get cabin fever real easily; it’s the way I’m wired. I need time outside so I can get away from computers and other people and get back into touch with Creation while doing something that makes it easier to put less attention on myself. I can’t hike or jog any more, so biking is a compromise that works well enough.

So if somebody has a used bike to donate, that would be the best answer, provided it’s not a Walmart toy. As previously noted, I’m not collecting man-toys — I’ll give my hybrid to someone else because I need only one bike. I’ll keep using the one I have until God works His miracles in this world and provides something more suitable to changing needs.

Let’s build a communion on common faith and personal involvement with each other. This prophet isn’t trying to profit in material terms. I’m letting you know what my faith calls for and I hope you’ll be around to see it answered. I’d rather have your heart than anything you might own.

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Cycling: Short Loop

2400blkNE63rdToday the ride wasn’t remarkable, just up the Katy Trail to NE 63rd, over to Midwest Boulevard and back home. It was more about taking pictures, but I was rather disappointed as about half my shots were just not worth showing you. On the left is a shot of some abandoned stone gateway up on NE 63rd near Remington Park. Grandeur forgotten.

InsideRoganCemeteryI was hoping for at least one good shot of a steep valley, either Deep Fork itself or a tributary, but all the accessible areas were obscured by heavy tree foliage. We are in full green-up mode starting this week and I’ll have to wait for some off-road riding to get that kind of shot. Meanwhile, I decided to take a look at the old Rogan Cemetery. As you can see, some of parts of it are neglected. Most of these headstones belong to WW1 veterans.RoganCemetery The front gate is half-way interesting, but I decided it was even more interesting from the backside (image left).

About the only other items of interest that I haven’t presented on this blog was at the corner of NE 63rd and Sooner Road.NWcornerNE63rdSooner There is this old gas station on the northwest corner. From time to time over the past few decades, someone will open up some kind of business there, but it never seems to last very long.5601NE63rd Just a few hundred yards east, the first house on the north side appears still occupied, but I never see any vehicles parked out front any more. I couldn’t read the paper on the front door but I’m guessing there’s no one actually living there much, just taking care of the property.

A bit cooler today with moderate winds from the NW. Still warm enough for shorts and just a t-shirt, but it qualifies as a cool front.

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Faith of Abraham

The work on revising and updating my Ancient Truth Bible studies continues. Right now I’m revisiting Hebrews from the General Letters. In chapter 11 the writer mentions how Abraham was way past his prime and still had a son. God didn’t choose the most vigorous young man to father the nation to inherit the land. Instead, he chose someone whose heart was ready and used what was wrapped around that heart. Abraham walked a land he did not own as a promise that God would give it to them. Their inheritance was this vast unexplored territory of faith, and the land was just a visual symbol.

I’m seeing a tiny handful of people interact here in that same faith. A few of you communicate with me behind the scenes of the powerful changes God brings because of our shared message of faith. We have all been changed — are still being changed — and this is not the same world where we started. We are still exploring this territory of faith.

Do you suppose it’s possible that in the future some of us will be connected with meat-space manifestations of this virtual parish? Honestly, we should be surprised if various congregations are not started that way. For all my blather about what a fine thing it is God chose us to begin this work in virtual space, we could hardly expect it to stay that way. Don’t wait for me to tell you how it works; we are forging into territory new to all of us. Just start with those whose hearts call them to your side and make it happen. Whatever arises from the fellowship has to be good and right, at least in terms of procedures and such. All I ask is that you try to make it as much as possible like a family household from the Ancient Near East.

Right now, a visitor to our virtual parish might not see much happening. I consider this the calm before the storm. This is the time to survey the lay of the land from the heights of faith. Focus on preparing the moral space in your hearts. I, for one, will move forward as if all my wacko predictions are coming true.

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Prayer Request: Mountain Bike

In case you need a human justification: I can’t run and walking is highly limited. My knees and hips just cannot take much of that any more. But I want to stay fit and alive long to finish the mission with vigor. Riding actually makes my joints feel better because I can down-shift to keep the pedal pressure below the threshold of aggravation. I’ve owned road bikes and this is not my first hybrid, but I really miss the mountain biking. My last one finally died last year. My current hybrid is wholly unsuitable for off-ride riding. I’d like to explore some back country, please; we have lots of that around here.

Preferences: I’m praying I can get something a little better than the Walmart grade of stuff. With my substantial weight, those things tend to break quickly. It would be really nice if I could get one for my body size (generally, a frame size around 18 inches). I would prefer the 27.5″ or 29″ wheels. I don’t care what color it is or how ugly it might be. I would be glad to take a used one, something that needs labor to fix it up. If it needs too many parts, it will be awhile before I can ride it. If it’s set up for head-down riding I’ll have to replace stuff anyway, because I can’t ride like that any more (arthritis in the shoulders and elbows).

No, this is not a fund-raising appeal. Pray with me that the Lord will provide in His own good time and that I am paying attention when the right deal comes along. I figure He’ll take care of the funding as He always has in the past.

By the way, I don’t need multiple bikes. Once I have a decent working mountain bike, I’ll give the other one away to someone who can use it. The economy of Heaven is a gift economy.

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Parabolic Training

A parable is not meant to offer a scientific model. A parable is a characterization of something that is alive on a level beyond what words can describe. So a parable is an invitation to explore something with your heart in hopes that your brain is obedient enough to implement some changes demanded by faith.

There is a very literal sense in which all Creation is alive. You will not be able to walk in the full power of the gospel message until you begin to respect Creation as an associate placed by God to assist you in discovering His glory. A part of you is the same stuff as the rest of Creation, but you cannot possibly gain all the benefits and blessings granted by His glory until you form a covenant relationship with Creation itself. It is alive with the moral character of God and He has endowed it with the power to respond to His glory, including His glory in you.

If I begin to make headway in the mission of making peace with God through making peace with His Creation, I am claiming some measure of my divine heritage. As a child of God, adopted through His literal Son Jesus Christ, there is a synergy on a level beyond words where I accept the things He as created and accept His revelation about those things. I cooperate as a child learning to love and conform to His image for me. I am laying claim to the things He set aside for me to use for His glory.

There is no concrete list of what that includes, but it means I can walk about in Creation and hear His voice in the song that registers on the ears of my soul. I can join in that song and celebrate my Father’s greatness. It also means that I learn what sort of stuff I should pray for and thus see my prayers more likely heard and answered. I am in a position to learn how something so clearly the best route to His glory yesterday is no longer the best I can discern today. I have gained in my capacity to respond and that opens doors that were previously invisible.

So for example, the bicycle I purchased in clear conscience three years ago is now not the best thing for my calling, so I begin to pray for a different bicycle. If you don’t see what I see, then you could decide it looks to you like boredom with old toys. That doesn’t hinder my prayer and my faith to believe. It’s not as if I’m seeking the highest priced carbon fiber racing bike, just something that fits into a different pattern of riding (though it will probably be more expensive than what I have now), a pattern that has to change because everything is alive and growing in my soul. Meanwhile, I keep plugging along because I learned long ago that my sense of timing is tied to my fallen flesh, and God’s sense of timing is incomprehensible at best, and certainly different from mine.

So it goes with a lot of things in my life. When I began to pray about getting a tower and some better networking hardware, that stuff happened way faster than I expected. And recently there were some changes in my perception about what made that hardware important for His mission in my life. Then again, some things I sincerely longed for a couple of years ago now horrify me. But if the prayer for those things presumed that it was not so important in itself, but simply the best I knew at the time, then my underlying request of God was for a better understanding.

Cycling has remained important in my calling since before I knew I was called. Somehow I sense that won’t change until I am simply unable to do it, but I consider it something I could drop without whining. I loved running far more, and whined about losing it, but I can tell you it’s gone forever — in this body, at least. I can tell that it still feels like a really big hole in my soul that I can’t run any more. Not everything I long for is what God has in mind, but there is no sense of condemnation about it either way. A major element in my sense of peace is realizing that some things simply defy my grasp this side of Eternity.

My dominion from His hand is limited. But that dominion itself is a living thing. I have to tend it like a valuable steed, because the underlying truth is that it is a living thread of the covenant with my Lord. And as you probably realize by now, that divine calling includes trying to help you, dear reader, to find your own heritage from the Father.

Sometimes the things I offer require that you submit in some measure to my dominion. That’s not my rules; that’s the fundamental nature of things. I can’t extend His authority in me beyond the boundaries of the feudal assignment He grants. By the same token, pulling you into my domain requires I surrender some of my prerogatives. You become a burden of care and I bear a major responsibility to Him for that. In other words, we embrace a covenant of shared dominion. But in the end, I’ll be far richer for it, so I do it gladly. I can only assume you’ll be richer, too. His glory shines brighter because it feeds on such things.

His glory is a living thing, too. It’s blasphemy on some level to act as if any part of our world is inert, or that it reacts only on a mechanical level. Faith literally changes your wiring so that your body works differently. When you focus your conscious awareness on living from the heart, it opens a wealth of living power to change your very literal existence.

While you might be tempted at first to anthropomorphize the stuff in your life, that’s a perversion of the real deal. You can’t fuss at your shoes as if they were impetuous children. Try to keep in mind that the world around you isn’t fallen; you are. Still, it’s no mistake to imagine that your shoes are alive on some level simply because all matter is. However, you are far more likely to experience fellowship and communion of worship with stuff that is more obviously alive and not made by human hands. Parables help to train your brain to cooperate with your heart.

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Prickly Failure

I am human and there are limits to what I can do.

I confess there are a handful of people I don’t want to see; I struggle to be polite when I do see them. For a couple of folks in particular, I won’t even try. But I feel at peace because in each case I offered plenty of chances to seize onto my nice side. It wasn’t hatred at first sight. Very few people in my life so far have possessed such talent and spite as to infuriate me right away, and I haven’t seen any of them in ages. I generally approach everyone with an attempt to show them my Father’s love. And those who are on my bad side can always find terms of peace; I don’t enjoy animosity.

In this, I don’t stand on principle. I operate from the heart-mind.

At one time I moved among those who spoke often of “standing on principle” but I found it painful to operate their way. It burned in my heart even when I could pull off the results these people claimed I should seek. I was never really a part of that world, but they were all around me. I continue to see and read of their social encounters when “standing on principle” and it’s often pointlessly rude. They claim it’s necessary to preserve their God-given rights, but I counter that it’s not the God who made us that ever spoke of “rights” as they mean it.

It’s the wrong question. We should be thinking in terms of dominion and boundaries. The only time I yell and act forcefully is when someone threatens something I cannot surrender morally. It’s not about rights but about calling and mission. It’s not personal; it is morally contextual. I’m not trying to put someone in their place and make them adhere to some imaginary standard of justice arising from a heathen culture. I’m simply acting as my God demands, and most folks will certainly consider it inconsistent because they are trying to force God into a rational box. The Spirit of God doesn’t program us like computers.

I have no expectation that I can fix any part of this world. We live in a damned system, so I have no intention to trying to roll back imaginary violations against this foul system. I’m not going to use law and Constitutional rights to bludgeon other people who cross such man-made boundaries. If I can create a better atmosphere for smoother cooperation, I will. I’ll meet them halfway or whatever because it’s about people, not some mythical objective standard.

By the same token, I’ll be damned if I buy into the goofball middle-class bureaucratic “niceness” that quivers in fear at somehow violating their sacred social consensus. The social system around me is damned and I won’t pretend to care either way, but I also won’t go out of my way to start a fight. I’ll seek social stability on God’s terms, not man’s.

I’m often embarrassed to be around those rights activists because it looks like an excuse to spread hatred.

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Revisiting Draper Changes

DraperSEdockRode back out to Draper Lake today. The water was green, which is quite odd. You see, Draper is often laden with sediment, which gives it a pink or orange cast. Where lakes in this part of the country suffer an algae bloom, it tends to be yellow or brown. I honestly can’t tell why it looked so green today, but I don’t see it that often.

DraperRoadWorkSo I passed by the eastern end of the new road work and managed to find a high spot so I could get a clear shot along the uphill cut. I suppose it depends on the contractor, but if they are really good, they could have this finished before winter. Right now it’s all scraping and dirt work. I’ll keep checking and report back with pictures as it progresses.

DraperCrimeSceneWhat really interested me was the chance to see the area where the Medical Examiner team had been working. I rode along where there were lots of fresh tire tracks until they stopped at the edge of a washout. There used to be an awful lot of old dirt tracks around here back when off-roading was permitted all over the park. The ME vehicles had followed one of these but had to stop where the old track had washed out some years ago.DonMcEntireMemorial Scanning around, I noticed off to the left a lot of recent foot traffic had beaten the grass down, so I climbed a low grassy ridge on this path and found the scene where the ME had been working. Apparently this is where the skeleton was found, and the family left a memorial after the remains were identified. I took a close up.

I’m not sure we’ll ever hear the whole story, but it’s a very lovely place hidden from the road. I suppose if I knew I was going to die, that’s nicer than most spots. The camera doesn’t do it justice.

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