The Unclean Vessel

Thoughts to Take to Our Father in Prayer.

Disclaimers

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REMINDER
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.


-1 Corinthians 13:4-8 NIV

Thursday, June 9, 2016

John Wesley, Age and Wisdom...

From those rascally rabbits at the Berean Call:
"Permit me, sir, to give you one piece of advice. Be not so positive; especially with regard to things which are neither easy nor necessary to be determined. When I was young I was sure of everything. In a few years, having been mistaken a thousand times, I was not half so sure of most things as I was before. At present, I am hardly sure of anything but what God has revealed to man."
--John Wesley (Reply to a letter signed "Philosophaster," addressed to him in the London Magazine of 1774, in London Magazine 1775, p. 26)

Good stuff!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

65th Anniversary of Liberation of Auschwitz (2010)



Man's wisdom:

"The most disadvantageous peace is better than the most just war."
- Desiderius Erasmus, from "Adagia" (1508)


God's Wisdom:


"Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: "May those who love you be secure. May there be peace within your walls and security within your citadels."
- Psalm 122:6-7


“For this is what the LORD Almighty says: "After he has honored me and has sent me against the nations that have plundered you--for whoever touches you touches the apple of his eye-- I will surely raise my hand against them so that their slaves will plunder them. Then you will know that the LORD Almighty has sent me."
- Zechariah 2:8-9


Address by Israel Prime Minister Netanyahu
at Auschwitz Concentration Camp

January 27, 2010
"As we stand here to commemorate the past, we are helping to build a future of decency, truth and hope for our two peoples and for all mankind.

I want to thank the Government of Poland for the historic effort it is making to commemorate the greatest catastrophe that befell my people and the greatest crime committed against humanity.

We have gathered here, Poles and Jews, at the crossroads of tragedy. Our long shared history included tremendous cultural accomplishments and the lowest low humanity has experienced. We were here. We remember those who froze to death; if they did not freeze to death, they were executed by gas, burned in the ovens. We remember also that one-third of the Righteous Gentiles, those who risked their lives and their children’s lives and those of their families in order to save others, were Poles. We remember all this.

As we stand here to commemorate the past, we are helping to build a future of decency, truth and hope for our two peoples and for all mankind.

Now I will speak in Hebrew, the reborn language of the people whom the Nazis sought to exterminate.

[Translation]
The voices of millions of my people gassed, burned and killed in a thousand different ways rise out of this cursed ground. In the final moment of their lives, many whispered or cried out the timeless words of our ancient people: "Hear O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One." Perhaps a few used their final breath to chant another age-old prayer: "Remember what Amalek did to you. Never forget!"

To those who were murdered here, and to those who survived the destruction, I come from Jerusalem today with this promise: We will never forget! We will never permit those who desecrated this monument to death to distort or wipe away your memory. We will always remember what Amalek’s Nazi heirs did to you. We will be prepared to defend ourselves when a new Amalek appears on the stage of history and threatens again to annihilate the Jews.

We will not delude ourselves into believing that the threats, vilifications and Holocaust denials are merely empty words. We will never forget. We will always be vigilant.

The Holocaust author, K. Zetnick, in his testimony at the Eichman trial, called the death camps "another planet". But the horrors of the Holocaust occurred not in a far away world but right here on earth. It was not the work of beastly animals but of beastly men, of loathsome and despicable murderers.

The most important lesson of the Holocaust is that a murderous evil must be stopped early, when it is still in its infancy and before it can carry out its designs. The enlightened nations of the world must learn this lesson.

We, the Jewish nation, who lost a third of our people on Europe's blood-soaked soil, have learned that the only guarantee for defending our people is a strong State of Israel and the army of Israel. We have learned to warn the nations of the world of approaching danger but at the same time to prepare to defend ourselves.

As the head of the Jewish state, I pledge to you today: We will never again permit evil to snuff out the life of our people and the life of our own country.

I came here today from Jerusalem to say to those who perished here: The people of Israel live! We have returned to our homeland, to the land of our fathers, to our capital Jerusalem. We have come from every corner of the earth - Holocaust survivors and Jewish refugees from Arab lands, Jews from the Soviet Union and Ethiopia, Poland and Yemen, Romania and Iraq, France and Morocco, Jews from seventy lands and five continents.

Some who came almost didn’t make it. Barracks #16 at the Birkenau death camp, a few meters from here, housed a17-year old Jewish youth who suffered from the 80 lashes he received in the Ghetto from his Nazi tormenters. No one believed the boy would live, but he survived and escaped from the camp. With the victory over the Nazis 65 years ago, he immigrated to Israel. Fifteen years later, he was the Israeli police officer guarding Adolph Eichmann when the Jewish state brought the Nazi henchmen to justice.

That young man is Michael Goldman. With his wife Eva, he raised a family in Israel, and they have five children and nine grandchildren. Michael is with us here today - a witness to the Holocaust, a witness to the redemption.

The Jewish people rose from ashes and destruction, from a terrible pain that can never be healed. Armed with the Jewish spirit, the justice of man, and the vision of the prophets, we sprouted new branches and grew deep roots. Dry bones became covered with flesh, a spirit filled them, and they lived and stood on their own feet.

As Ezekiel prophesized:
"Then He said unto me: These bones are the whole House of Israel. They say, 'Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone; we are doomed.' Prophecy, therefore, and say to them: Thus said the Lord God: I am going to open your graves and lift you out of your graves, O My people, and bring you to the land of Israel."

I stand here today on the ground where so many of my people perished - and I am not alone. The State of Israel and all the Jewish people stand with me. We bow our heads to honor your memory and lift our heads as we raise our flag, a flag of blue and white with a Star of David in its center.

And everyone sees. And everyone hears. And everyone knows - that our hope is not lost."



Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Christa Knuth

A couple of year's ago I was asked to pray for a young girl in Michigan who had cancer. Her name is Christa Knuth and she is with Jesus now. Christa's mother had set up a caringbridge web site for those following her daughter's medical progress and as I read about Christa, though I have never met her or her family, I grew to love her almost as if she were another daughter of mine.

Christmas morning I opened my email and found a link to the following status update from her mother:

Christa Knuth
"My beautiful and precious daughter is celebrating Christmas with her Lord and Savior. I am filled with profound grief missing her so terribly even as there is joy that she is walking and dancing again in her new restored body with her Lord and Savior, Jesus.

Though the many things that were spoken of didn't happen the way I expected them to, they were fulfilled. She testified every day by her joyful life even as she suffered many things. In Christa's last words, "Jesus is the only way". I am so very proud of her, but I miss her and am grappling with this devastating loss."


Christa is home.

Christa was a Christian girl. Fully Christian and fully girl. The following are some posts from a webpage that Christa and one of her friends created. They're great: 

  • I'm 16, I wish I could drive, I try my best to live life to the fullest… even when I don't feel like doing anything.
  • I love my bffs (shout to shandy! hehe) and family but most importantly Jesus.
  • I'm on the verge of being a shopaholic (best book series ever!), I love art and the feeling of happiness and accomplishment when i've finished a drawing or whatever random craft i've just made.
  • I love listening to music with my headphones on,and just forgeting the world for just those few minutes...
  • I try my best to be the person God wants me to be,even when I feel like punching someone in the face.
  • I wish I lived in Cali..but I don't think I could ever leave everyone I love.
  • I love sleepovers..filled with laughter, movies,junk food,and sleepless nights.
  • I love playing Call of duty with Shauna and my other friends.
  • One of my biggest goals in life is to save at least one person.
  • I love my pasta..and bread..and pretty much anyother kind of carbs...
  • I love taunting shannon with mini M&Ms ;)
  • The O.C was by far the best show I've ever seen. (If Seth Cohen were a real person I would marry him)
  • I love laughing and smiling. but I especially love making other people laugh and smile and be happy.
  • this was so random... but so am I.
  • Justin Bieber is the hottest boy I have ever seen. ( haha); I really hope he doesn't go crazy and get arrested for drug possession like everyone else in hollywood.
  • I love sour jolly ranchers..they just might be my favorite candy.
  • I multitask at least once a day.
  • I love reading, it takes me somewhere else without actually going anywhere.
  • ok I'm done for now.. I'll finish this later.
Christa's brother Cory read the following passage at the celebration of her life that followed. I wanted to share it with you because I was deeply moved by his account.


STREETS OF GOLD
by Cory Knuth


Any day spent enduring the dreary mundane of cubicles and fax machine is unpleasant, but this one was forever darkened by the phone call. The phone call I knew was coming, the call that I expected weeks or months from when my phone rang; the phone call that forever darkened that day.

I raced home from work and entered a scene only to be described as grim. My heart sank into my stomach as I watched her struggle for every breath. I was lost for words, any words, at a time when I felt like I needed to have them. I felt like I had to say something to make it better but I was completely blank, and breaking.

I walked into the room and just sat there and watched, my mind wandering a wilderness of emotions. The day felt on fast forward but passed so slowly.

I felt the burden of guilt for the hundred times I had walked by this room and not gone inside. It had been so hard to see this, so hard to face reality. Ironic, since this had all started to feel like a dream.

I wished I had been stronger. I wished I had been able to face it more, because precious time to spend with the most precious had run out. I couldn’t even write words to express how quickly my emotions were changing, or what they even were. I’m certain there aren’t words to describe some of the emotions I felt. Also ironic, for one as emotionally controlled as I claimed to be.


Bother Cory and Sister Kelsey
It would have been so easy to get mad at God, to scream his name in anger. Because I had no answer for the short troubling question; why?

I truly wanted to be angry at someone, at anything, and God would have been easy to blame. My faith was not shaken, I was simply broken and the strongest of my emotions was the one that threatened to rip through the cracks. I couldn’t be angry at Him though. It would have been impossible.

Because of her; because of the way she handled that day. Because of the way she had handled the last two years. For if I felt I had the right to be mad at God, than surely she was more than justified. She of course didn’t react this way, she loved Him more than ever.

You see, over the past two and a half years my sister received nothing but bad news from the medical community. Time after time the doctor would have to say something grim that would probably break a lot of people, but not my sister. After she would receive bad news she would simply ask to be alone with the Lord. She would talk to Him, and He would respond.

We knew this because when you re-entered her sweet presence she would exude what can only be described as a peace that transcends all understanding. God had stilled her restlessness, He had told her it would be alright and only to trust Him, and she did.

This darkest of all days was no different; she did two things I won’t ever forget. In the afternoon before the drugs really began to take over her lucidity she asked for a moment alone with God. When we came back, just as all the times before, she had such a calm spirit.

The other moment will also never be forgotten. It was before the multitudes had gathered in support. The last moment that my family spent together, my whole family, father included.

My mom, barely holding it together, told her that we would not be separated for very long. That we would dance on streets of gold with her very soon. My dad also said he would see her there.

She responded with a stern voice, incredible considering she couldn’t lift her own hands.

She spoke clearly. “You have to be there. No you don’t understand you HAVE to be there. You have to accept Jesus into your heart.”

I managed to keep myself composed enough to watch my father pray the sinners prayer with her. When she was satisfied she seemed to relax more into the rest her ravaged body so needed. She almost whispered.”I love you all.”

Deep down, past the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling, past the streams of tears rolling down my face, I was impacted, changed. This was what faith in God was.

This was real faith; the absolutely gritty reality of faith. Trusting in God, believing in Him, relying on Him, even when to every secular observer He had completely abandoned her.

You see my sister’s body had deteriorated into a broken, ruined shell only to house her soul until God received her, but her faith was stronger than anyone I had ever encountered. It was a faith like that of the centurion, yet absent to the healing!

I will never forget carrying my sister to the gurney after mumbling Stephen’s last words “into Your hands I commit her spirit.” Just like I had moved her 100 times before; and I will never forget the power that she commanded.

Power of faith, handling the worst throws of life with the sweetest grace, and unwavering trust in our Lord.

This very day, she is dancing on streets of gold, in the presence of our King. Hallelujah."


I can't wait to meet her.



A lot of the preceding material was taken from Christa Knuth's Caringbridge.org site. It may be found here. There's a lot more good stuff there, if you'd like to take a look.

The Unclean Vessel is...

NW, AZ, United States
Pretty much a sinner through and through. I have two daughters and a son. God has blessed me over and over on a scale that defies any relationship to my faithfulness to Him. I'm just trying to do right by the people I know and love more of them better, (while practicing hard at being a grumpy old man.)