Quasimodo Bride

Many of us have read Victor Hugo’s, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, a classic, yet dark depiction of a physically deformed, socially rejected “orphan” whose name is Quasimodo. He is a grotesquely malformed person who has been relegated by society to merely ringing the bell at the great cathedral of Notre Dame, which subsequently caused his deafness. Of minimal verbal abilities, facial deformities, partial paralysis in his limbs and yes, the hunch in his back, he was abandoned as a baby, and lived out his days in the cathedral, as the public shunned him for his appearance. One of the rare excursions outside was to the Festival of Fools where he was elected Pope of Fools because of his perfect hideous “disguise,” a rare time of “acceptance” by the community.

Long etched upon my brain is the way a squinting Quasimodo holds his disobliging arm and drags his lifeless leg along behind him in an effort to ambulate an uncooperative body through a hostile environment. Physical disabilities of any nature are heartbreaking for sure, and yet a consequence to living in a fallen world, still it is hard to believe someone would choose to be that way. Continue reading “Quasimodo Bride”

Destruction Derby

We have an interesting ritual here in Bishop around this time of year. It takes place at the county fair and is known as the Destruction Derby. Perfectly operational, albeit battered vehicles are paraded into the arena awaiting the opportunity to engage in battle in an attempt to annihilate each other. They ram and batter each other in multiple contests until only one remains mobile. Often that car is severely damaged with a broken bumper, punctured tire, leaking steam, or perhaps only able to maneuver in reverse, but it is declared “the winner,” if for no other reason than it can still move.

 A raucous good time to be had by all in the context of entertainment and to be expected in the arena, and that sort of behavior is fine and well in the sporting arena but it sure takes on a shameful air in light of the Church, and all too often is evidenced in the posture among the elect of God as denominations “take off their gloves” and go at it, as believers beat each other up on a regular basis and then “have nothing to do with each other,” as Christians engage in “no-holds-barred” brawls within the walls of His Church. Continue reading “Destruction Derby”

Grunion, Unicorn, and the Non-Argumentation of Proof Against the Existence of God

As a child many times I went out in search of the intrepid grunion. The legendary fish was said to come into shore at mysterious hours of the night to spawn whereupon they could be grasped with the mere hand. But if there was any light or disturbance they would postpone their arrival or relocate to another venue. Many times I waited in a sleeping bag with a bucket for the time when they would arrive in the wee morning hours for their mating dance, but alas, they did not. I began to think they could just be a myth in the same caliber as the fabled unicorn, but the best I could say was that they were not real to me each of those nights.

Here’s my point. I was told they existed but had never actually observed them in reality. Could I conclusively insist that they did not exist anywhere? No, of course not. I could only assert that in my geographic sphere, they were not observably factual to me. They were not a part of my perceived reality. Back to the unicorn, actually I cannot offer empirical evidence to you that all unicorn do not exist; in order for me to do that I would have to track down every single unicorn everywhere which does not exist and show them to you, which as you can understand is logically impossible. (Yes, that does make sense.)

After all, it could be that as I was tracking down a unicorn that he strategically kept himself at bay, on the other side of world, or minimally out of my sight. Because I cannot be simultaneously in every place assuring myself that all places were absent of a unicorn, I could not be certain that unicorns do not exist nor could I categorically prove they were a myth. Continue reading “Grunion, Unicorn, and the Non-Argumentation of Proof Against the Existence of God”

May God Bless You

We are indeed blessed. Minimally, we are all blessed with common grace, and the gift of life. To those of us who are walking in relationship with God, we know that we are ultimately and supremely blessed, and blessed for eternity. Only people who are washed in the blood of Christ are able to accurately claim this redemption. So, my guess is that it is not by accident that when the Hebrew words for bless were being translated into the English language that such a powerful and descriptive expression was selected.

One of my books says that it is a “bloody” word, because in the English language for us to capture that idea of blessed, the word which was harvested was the Old English word bledsian. What it meant was to be “reddened with blood,” “to be consecrated with blood, as in sacrifices.” Continue reading “May God Bless You”


Ah! The great game of chess. The simulation of a battlefield where wills collide, where strategies are planned, where tactics are masterminded, where combat ensues, and where one emerges victorious upon the other’s surrender, signified as the king is toppled to the ground.

If you think about it, there is a divine game of chess going on all around us, with every person. It is a battle of wills between every person and God. God is trying to lead us to a place where he wants us to be (surrendered to His will). He is trying to move us into a position where we understand that His sovereign hand is in control. He pursues us because he wants to have a relationship with us, yet many of us are running from Him, or worse, seeking to do battle with Him. If we were objective, we would look around only to find our pieces are in the most disadvantageous positions (C.S. Lewis). Continue reading “Checkmate!”

As the Deer

I recently read about a man who had a medical condition called polydipsia, it is an uncontrollable desire to drink water. He would drink from any source and he would drink until his body fluids were so diluted that he would pass out. The mechanism inside his brain that told him when he had ingested enough was stuck in the “off” position. Something inside this man is telling him he is constantly in need of more water, that he is thirsty.

My mind immediately thought of the passage of Scripture Psalm 42:1-2,   “As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.” How I wish I yearned to drink the Living Water of God. How I wish I had polydispsia in regards to the Lord, that I never felt a quenching, that I continued to want more, that each drink only served to encourage yet another drink of the Lord. How I wish my soul longed for God as the Psalmist declared, but I must confess, it doesn’t. Continue reading “As the Deer”

Between Two Images

Some people say that, “image is everything.” Unfortunately, that may be true in our culture. Actually, there is a lot of truth in that statement. When we were created, we were created in the image of God, in the image of the Trinity!

Genesis 1:26-27  “Then God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, after our likeness’…So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him.”

Wow! Created in his image, but what does that mean? After all God is Spirit. The image of God does not mean that we are made in the physical likeness of God. It does mean that we share some of the characteristics, which He himself embraces. We were created rational with the ability to think and reason. We are relational. We are loving. We appreciate beauty. We are compassionate. We are emotional. We are eternal spiritual beings, though housed in a physical shell. And we were created pure, without sin. Continue reading “Between Two Images”

A Convenient Christ

Somewhere stuffed in the recesses of my closet is wad of keys dangling at the end of a brightly colored key fob. I see it every now and again, and am reminded of the hectic pace at which we do life. The keys are many, and of many sizes, shapes, and colors. Some are rusty, some shiny. Some have names on them; some have numbers – all reminders of days gone by. Pretty much all different, but what unifies them is that they are for the most part unidentifiable; I don’t know what they go to. Keys are given, or identify authority over some area; all of them used to unlock, activate, or grant access…to something.

Somewhere over the course of time, they have lost their identity. There is a lock out there…somewhere, but the answer is now unknown to me, and seemingly lost to time. With each passing year this mass of potential continues to grow, after all, the key is valuable, right? And you can’t just throw them away. Who knows? I just may come across some desperate lock that may be able to be heroically released due to the meticulous stewardship of my cache of keys. Continue reading “A Convenient Christ”

The Tapestry of God

It has never failed to amaze me when I happen across a display of tapestries. One cannot help but appreciate the intricate patterns, the interplay of rich colors against the fields of texture, and attention to detail in the many-colored threads of expression – elaborate creations from the mind of a grand weaver. I have to stop and think of the forethought and the commitment of such a magnificent and special mind that can create such a captivating treasure.

Beginning with one thread, one color, one row followed successively by more threads of different colors and locations. With every additional thread the pattern becomes more full, more vibrant, more depicting of what the grand weaver desired. The more threads added, the more beautiful it becomes until it is pronounced finished. From above it is the masterpiece of the creator, yet from the back it is quite another story. Continue reading “The Tapestry of God”

The Corpse Flower

There is a most unusual product of God’s creation, which grows only in the regions of Sumatra. It is known as the Amorphophallus Titanium. It is a single “flower” that blooms only so seldom. The lower casing of the flower is green on the outside and a deep dark burgundy on the inside. The “stamen” on the inside resembles a large loaf of French bread. It can grow up to 20 feet in height. This oddity of nature is most peculiar in that the odor that it emits is reminiscent to that of decomposing mammal. Hence, it’s more commonly called the “Corpse Flower.”

Why would a flower like this exist? You may ask. Why would something so beautiful have diabolical undertones? Well, here is the “gruesome” truth. The fragrance of the flower draws or lures carcass-eating insects such as beetles and flesh-eating flies that are attracted to the smell of rotting meat. It is these insects that walk on the plant picking up pollen and then carrying this pollen to other plants assisting in the process of pollination. Amazingly enough, when pollination occurs the tip of the flower is at human body temperature thus furthering to deceive the unsuspecting carcass-eating insects. Continue reading “The Corpse Flower”

Brace for Impact

I recently saw a documentary on U.S. Airways flight 1549. It was the plane that needed to land in the river shortly take-off at La Guardia Airport in New York due to birds damaging the engine. The passengers knew they were in for trouble as they saw the aircraft losing altitude. The passengers were resigned to die. Some confessed their sins. Others wondered if they had done everything possible to take care of their spouses. In any case they felt death was imminent. The captains calm voice came over the speaker, “Brace for impact.” In less than 90 seconds the 50-ton aircraft would strike the earth at nearly 200 miles per hour.

In the flight of life, death is pretty much a given; every person is destined to face death. Some know with a little more certainty when they are going to die. Most have no idea. Most don’t have the benefit of the captain announcing, “Brace for impact.” The Bible tells us in Hebrews 9:27, “And just as it is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment.” When your number is up, it’s up, usually without warning. The ensuing future is one of ‘judgment’ where it is determined where a person will spend eternity. The question is, “Where will you spend eternity after you die?” Will you spend time eternal in a relationship with your Creator, or in an eternal separation in everlasting judgment? God has given a choice. Continue reading “Brace for Impact”

You Are Here

Most of us have had the common experience of finding ourselves lost in a large shopping mall. Many of us, (especially men) refuse to ask for directions seeking to find our own way. Fortunately, there is salvation in a board in the middle of the mall, the mall directory. The colorful schematic gives us the “big picture” of where we are in relation to where we want to be. The key to this map is the big red star or dot that says, “You are here.” It helps us to understand where we are in the grand scheme of things.

What a tremendous illustration this is in regards to the “big picture” of life. Most of us are in the middle of life, not knowing where we are going, yet refusing to ask for help. Yet, there is a “directory” in the Bible found in the book of Romans. Passages in this book tell us where we are in relation to God and how we can “find our way” to him. We can understand why we need salvation, how God provided it, how we can receive it, and what the eternal results are. Continue reading “You Are Here”

Saber Dance

I remember as a kid the guy at a carnival or a magic show spinning plates on top of spindly sticks. In order to keep them from falling, he needed to give them a little flick-spin every so often so that their gyroscopic force would keep them “afloat.” To ensure the tension, the act was performed against the backdrop of “Saber Dance,” a frenetic circus-themed overture, and the performer would usually clown around with some sort of comedy panic routine. If he did not get to one quickly enough as it was slowing down, it would wobble and begin to fall, and the crowd would root and scream. Seems I remember the guy successfully launching 40 some plates and keeping them going for a period until the overall collapse ensued, though I have heard of higher “broken” records.

It is not difficult for me to see the overlay of life in the 21st century. In an effort to keep up with the “Joneses” each one of us has our assortment of plates spinning at various speeds and at different levels of “wobbly-ness,” sometimes so many, that many are receiving the minimal amount of attention just to keep them from an ignominious dismount. One of the plates sadly enough in our lives is the one precariously perched on a distant spindle and need of greater attention- our spiritual relationship with God. Continue reading “Saber Dance”

All Heaven Declares

Recently while on vacation on the island of Kauai my wife and arose early in the morning to go experience one of the greatest sunrises that this world has to offer; a vibrant sunrise over the blue Pacific Ocean. As we made our way to the water’s edge we observed that this notion was not specific to us; many people stood staring eastward at the orange sky, standing in anticipation of the of the mornings’ birth. Men, women, and children armed with cameras and cell phones to capture the unique event. We were not disappointed, slowly and surely the sun crept over the horizon to reveal its God-given brilliance.

After reveling for 30 minutes or so the people began to taper off, yet it struck me as odd how many individuals had made their way out to witness the age-old event. Why were so many drawn to an event that has occurred thousands and thousands of times throughout history? Could something this “common” really be so entertaining? Seems like we get bored if we have to watch a TV show or a movie twice, or have leftovers, so how is it that this same repetitive event lures us to behold it again and again? Is it just a thing of beauty? I don’t think so. Continue reading “All Heaven Declares”

Last Flight Home

As I think of my father I remember long games of touch football in the street surrounded by all the neighbor kids, and my dad, though only 5’7”, “towering” above us as the “all-American” quarterback. I think of basketball games with my hyper dad yelling battle cries to intimidate all of us kids so that he could drive his way home to the basket. I remember him as the coach of 2 little league teams, my brother’s and mine. And the many hours leading Indian Guides and Sunday School classes. Endless hours in cars driving to and from events. I remember my father at the end of the night reading devotionals to his kids just before prayer. Now, to be honest, my father was not the greatest of athletes by any means, nor the best of theologians, nor the greatest of communicators, and he certainly was not a good driver, but he was there. Continue reading “Last Flight Home”

The Call of “Shepherd”

In my office upon the wall, near the door hangs a picture; it is a gift I received from a friend shortly after entering the pastorate. It serves as a sober reminder of the privileged call which God has placed upon my life. It is a reminder as I leave for the day, and as I return from the battle in which I am engaged – a battle which is consuming, in time and energy, and at times, in casualties.

You see it is a simple picture, perhaps from the early 1920’s of a sheepdog, perched upon a rock formation intently monitoring a flock of sheep, perhaps thirty or so in number, in the dell below. The sheep are intently gazing to the north, the setting sun falling behind the outcropping of trees in the distance. It is a picture by R.A. Fox entitled “A Reliable Guardian.” So, why would a picture like this affect me so?

It is a reminder of the calling God has placed upon me to be an under-shepherd to the flock of Christ. It is a sober alert of the ever-present threat upon the body of Christ in our post-Christian culture, to protect the flock, from the outside, from the inside, and even from themselves.

When God called me to be a shepherd, I believe he was not looking simply for a “leader”; he was looking for a shepherd. He was not looking for a great communicator, speaker, or an orator, catalyst, strategist, CEO type who has been a part of Fortune 500, or facilitator; or even a teacher. He was looking for a pastor who could effectively handle the word of God in his communication, and walk alongside the sheep for the journey. He was not looking for a “strategist to conceptualize, implement and assign analytically synthesized congregational components conducive to systematic holiness paradigms” – once again, he was looking for a shepherd to foster a love of God and others. I am not saying those gifts aren’t useful, or that they may not eventually translate into effective shepherding, but they are not in themselves, shepherding. A shepherd shepherds.

Congregants are not simply components of a church equation, they are people whom God has placed under our care, custody and authority – to love, nurture, and grow into the image of Christ. I think of a Shepherd dog, Lydia, here in Bishop. As a shepherding dog with shepherding in her DNA, and being around livestock it was her routine to surround and motivate all able parties in her scope of influence to move toward the shepherd of the home, my friend Laura. As Laura would walk, or even when she sat Lydia herded chickens, pheasants, cattle, other dogs and yes, even toddlers closer and closer to her master. I remember she even tried to herd me closer to Laura. That was her task, and she took it seriously. Half of the time, I don’t think all those creatures even realized she was very intentional to bring everything around closer to the shepherd of the home, but she did.  I have been reminded of that commission more than once, that it is my privilege as under-shepherd to move God’s sheep, a little closer to the Chief Shepherd.

“Tend my lambs”, “Shepherd my sheep”, “Tend my sheep”. Taken to heart these are some of the most sobering words of pastoral commission to fall upon any shepherd’s ears. These words of Christ to Peter in John 21:15-18 are still an unfathomable conundrum to me. The difficulty is not solely in understanding their content, but in understanding their desired conduct to affect that obedience; how I am to obey them – feeding and shepherding the sheep in God’s flock.

Somehow, I’m guessing that I am not alone; an understanding of our own great deficiencies hits us all too often.  You don’t have to be in pastoral ministry too long before you become keenly sympathetic to those who have pioneered before you and decided that teaching is more the preferred calling. Or that writing is more in line to leading a serene and peaceful life. It comes as no surprise the discouraging statistics of pastoral “wreckage” strewn alongside the highway of ministry that cause some to find employment in a more secular vocation. If we were to rely on statistics alone, they are certainly against us. Suffice it to say that the career lifespan of a pastor is a challenge.

Coming out of Bible college, or the Academy, I felt that if I could just exposit the word with authority; if I could rightly divide God’s word, people would flock into the church and willfully surrender to the transformational truths of biblical teaching. Coming out of the Academy, we are naively ready to launch into virtually anything shepherding has for us.

I loved seminary, yet one thing it often fails to identify is that the sheep in the Kingdom are a very specialized hybrid-highly intelligent, at times carnivorous, and have an incredible desire to exercise their free wills. I have been lied to, lied about, maligned, ignored, gossiped about, slandered, and threatened, and that’s on a good day – what pastor hasn’t? Moses dealt with this. In Exodus he is advocating for the sheep who God is desiring to terminate. Yet, only chapters later he is crying out to the Lord to deliver him from the stiff-neck people (Numbers 11:15).

The truth is that, in our humanity, we sometimes minister to people daily who we may not particularly like so much, care for, or are drawn to. We are seeking to lead sheep who do not want to be led; to feed sheep who do not want to eat, and to tend those who by no means want to be tended to. I find it interesting how congregants want to hold pastors to some measure of biblical leadership, yet disallow themselves to be held to any measure of biblical discipleship or stewardship. So effectively, people who do not want to be taught or led, nor accountable. We are discouraged by the empty seats on Sunday rather than encouraged by the one which is filled. We have difficulty recognizing true transformational growth in the flock.

Like Moses, we ask, “Lord, why did you call me?” Sometimes we get to the point where we ask ourselves, “What am I doing?” “What am I doing here?” Or maybe,  “What did I do wrong to get here?”

Like Peter we affirm our love for Christ, yet are ill-equipped to fulfill with complete integrity and faithfulness the mantle of service to the Lord and His flock.

Be that as it may, what an honor it is to be called to feed the sheep that come. Still we know we have received a privileged call to shepherd His sheep, to walk alongside, to walk them home. But we can’t change the sheep – that is up to the Holy Spirit and the obedience of the sheep. We can’t change the culture of the church, at least overnight. So, we need to be content to change that which we can.

Maybe you are just beginning your sojourn of ministry. Maybe you’ve been on it a while, a little closer to the goal line.  Maybe you’re in a time of blessing, or a time of challenge. Maybe you found the title of this blog intriguing or simply found it because some well-intentioned soul meant to encourage you. Either way The Shepherd’s Pen is intended to help you, even encourage you in your pastoral journey, and hopefully let you know that others have walked, and are walking the same terrain.