My Appointment With An Empty Can

This morning, Christmas Eve, I had a divine appointment with an empty beer can.

I don’t normally come into work on Saturday mornings, but then again this has not been an average week.  My schedule has been rearranged and thrown topsy turvy by all sorts of seasonal excitement.  My nights have been late working in “Santa’s Workshop” and the mornings have been early thanks to a double ear infection in my youngest. 

For some reason when I got into my car this Christmas Eve morning I opted out of Christmas music on the iPod and went for some Mumford & Sons.  The driving bluegrass folk rock does nice things to my psyche and their lyrical content is amazing.  But I digress.

Dawn was still breaking, the trees were bare and the chilly 24 degrees was just enough to remind your lungs why most stay indoors this time of year.  The ride was very quiet as most people are still shaking off the cobwebs.  

As I drove into Hawley I saw it.  In the middle of the road there was an empty beer can rolling around haplessly back and forth submitted to the will of the car drafts that were pushing it. 

I wondered who had the drink that came before the discard.  Why would they discard and pollute the planet, the carelessness of possibly drinking and driving.  What sadness grips a person to drown in substances that destroys?  Then my ear turned to the music I was listening to.  The haunting melody played the perfect soundtrack for what I was seeing:

And there will come a time

You’ll see

With no more tears

And love will not break your heart

But dismiss your fears

Get over your hill and see what you find there

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

All of a sudden, I felt like was punched in the chest and was overcome by the sense that what I was experiencing was something far bigger than myself, my day, my Christmas.  I was experiencing something holy.

I was blindsided by the reality of what we celebrate as Christmas.  I always know-but there is a big difference between head and heart knowledge. 

This was for the heart. 

As I thought about the empty beer can, the image of Jesus as a baby in the manger penetrated my heart: discarded and unknown to all except a few first century peasants.  His obscure birth and humble life were all intentional and part of the design for us to experience the divine.

Christ came for the obscure and discarded to bring them joy.  And when I say joy I mean what is described in the aforementioned lyrics.  Who would not want to leave the pain that brings about tears?  To possess a love that does not break your heart, but dismisses your fears.

This is not something reserved just for people who can afford it but the humble birth of Jesus shows that God seeks out all.  It is a gift that feeds a deeper part of the soul than any physical object or possession.  So as you celebrate tonight and tomorrow I ask you to just step away. 

Make time to step away. 

Grasp at something that goes beyond what will come and go.  Reach for the eternal who has become a centerpiece of this season.  Don’t let it be just a gentle decoration see off to the side of a party.  But let it be a deep truth. 

Christ comes to feed and enrich the deepest parts of the human soul.  To bring us back to the divine.  To show us real love.

Learning to Listen and Listening to Learn

by Jim Corbin

In the great American Wild West the title of ‘fastest gun’ was coveted. The greatest gunslinger could draw quicker than the eye could see (or so the stories say). For most, the life of a young and immature person is much like the fastest gun in the west: quick to speak and slow to listen. Young Christians are often characterized by an overflow of opinion followed by an unquenchable desire to be heard. They draw fast and unleash a fury of ammunition aimed at shooting down opposing ideas and the thoughts of those who seem to be far less informed about the things of God. For them, to listen simply provides more time to reload.

Many of us are like the gunslinger. Wherever we venture our six shooters are loaded and we are ready to use them quicker than the eye can see. We don’t learn much because we already know all we need to know about a deep relationship with the Lord and his people. What we may not know is, after all, just incidental. If people would just see things our way everything would fall into place. Listening remains a foreign concept.

In the Keel Life we can go deeper than this. Listen to Solomon’s words in Ecclesiastes 5:

Guard your steps when you go to the house of God. Go near to listen rather than to offer the sacrifice of fools, who do not know that they do wrong.

 ² Do not be quick with your mouth,
   do not be hasty in your heart
   to utter anything before God.
God is in heaven
   and you are on earth,
   so let your words be few.
³ A dream comes when there are many cares,
   and many words mark the speech of a fool.
It’s amazing what you hear when the noise of your own words is silenced. The Keel Life is where one ‘learns to listen and listens to learn.’

It's Too Early

by Ken Platt
4:30am is early-not just for me, but everyone.  In fact, not many people were ever up that early until the Industrial Revolution and the invention of the light bulb.  I think it was God's specific plan for us not to wake up until the sun rises.  I also think someone should tell my son that.

Liam Harper is nearly two years old and loves music.  I cannot say that I am surprised because my passion for it is pretty obvious.  But his young age he already possess a level of showmanship I don't know that I will ever possess.  My favorite is when he dons his air guitar, gets in a wide stance a rocks out Ala Pete Townshend.  Well Renee and I decided the air guitar and the pink Barbie guitar were no longer sufficient-he needed a real one.  We found one in a catalog for 25 dollars and ordered it.  On Monday it arrived.  Renee and I made a huge deal out of it, as if this were going to mark some major holiday or a a clip in an episode of VH1's 'Behind the Music.'  We broke out the camcorder and slowly opened the box.  Even though he is two Liam is no stranger to guitars.  Every time he is around mine he is like a moth to the falme, he can't help himself.  He needs to feel the strings under his fingers and hear the sound of the vibrating strings.  So when he realized what it was he got excited.  For the rest of the night he kept it very close.  When I put him down for bed, he would not settle until his new guitar was present in the room.   After he went to bed we finished cleaning up the packing material strewn about the floor and went to bed ourselves.
At 4:30am we heard him get up.  It was my turn to go check to see that he was okay.  As I walked through the door I witnessed the coolest thing.  There was my boy-groggy eyed sitting on the sofa seat, guitar in his lap, and he began to play.  I reveled in the moment then told him it was too early for guitar.  As I picked him up to get him back to sleep he sobbed.  He kept crying "Guitar, guitar, guitar" He eventually settled down and slept til 7.
I think Liam is on to something.
He loves that guitar more than anything right now, and just want to have it nearby and play.  I wonder if we seek that type of relationship with God in our own lives.  I have recently started getting up earlier than my allotted training time to spend some quiet time with God.  I would be lying if I told you I desperately seek this time with my Savior.  Because like I said-4:30 is early for everybody.  Yet I do not do it out of a sense of duty.  I do it because I want to know the heart of God that much more.  I know that the best time to do that is when there is the least amount of distractions.
But what if someone were to take that time away from me and tell me I could not have that time of meditiation?  Would I cry as my son did?  Would I be distraught?  Do I desperately seek to know the heart of God so badly that to lose anytime with him would be a sever detriment to my spiritual health?
You see, there is an acute danger for us to formulate our own idea of God.  These ideas of God are not always based in our passion for learning more about God, but our own passive experience with how we think God ought to act.  We feel our own experiences will dictate who God is and how he responds to us.  Yet we have been given a very consistent picture of who God is and how he interacts with humanity through the words of the scripture.  But we don't always seek it.  We always have some excuse like: I don't have time, I don't understand it, I can't focus, I don't read, I listen to preachers, add yours here __________________ because we all have one.
4:30 is early, but it is not too early to engage in things we are passionate about.  Liam woke up and made a bee line to his guitar. I would urge us all to make the priority in our day seeking God through his word.  I would challenge you.  See if it doesn't change you.  See if you are not more passionate about the heart of God.

Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. ~Psalm 37:4 

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Liam and his guitar