I had a weird thing happen to me this morning. I was taking my youngest to the doctor and there was a traffic back-up on the main highway. I decided to take some side streets through the town where I grew up and I ended up driving by my old elementary school (which is now a mall...as old elementary schools tend to be). I drove around the back of it on some roads where I hadn't traveled in years. As I drove, I had this flood of nostalgic emotion. I actually almost cried. I was telling my wife about it while we drove and she said she gets the same way when she goes to her old elementary school. We then had a discussion about why that happens. We basically landed on the fact that it makes us think of simpler times when we had no responsibility or care about anything. All of this got me thinking about nostalgia and how dangerous it can be.
Hey everyone. April 25 is world malaria day (sounds nice doesn't it?). I don't usually spend time stumping for causes on my blog, but this is a good one, and one that is close to my heart after spending time in Haiti. I don't know how aware you are of the malaria problem in this world, but let me give you some statistics.

No seriously, I can't think of another country where someone would do this. Is it possible that a video about a horse could make all of the founding fathers simultaneously turn over in their graves? Yes, yes it is.

America spends $250 million a day on the war in Iraq, and people in Haiti are starving to death because they can't afford food. If you haven't seen the news reports, let me fill you in.
At 10:24 AM on April 7, 2008 in the year of our Lord, Abram Michael Polley was ripped from my wife's womb with extreme prejudice. He was none-too-happy about this fact. Delivered by Caesarean Section, he came out with a giant, round head. In the words of one of the nurses who took his vital signs, "That's one of the bigger heads I've seen in awhile." Thanks for making me confident that my kid is a freak. Actually, he's absolutely adorable, but don't take my word for it, here are some pictures.In case you're wondering, in the first picture, that is, in fact, my wife's open thorax. Look at the cranium on that freak! The second picture is the first time he opened his eyes.
I am one of you. A pastor? Yes. A skeptic also? Yes. I have my doubts just like you do. I look at religious people (including myself from time to time) and cringe because of the hypocrisy, the violence masked as love and peace, and the intolerance masked as zeal just like you do. You're not alone. The Church is full of skeptics. "What about the people who seem so certain?" you ask. Sometimes they are the biggest skeptics of them all, but they aren't comfortable in their own skin, so they create a new (and false) skin to protect themselves.
I'm not sure I've ever seen a stranger story that this one right here. I'm speechless.
My whole life, I assumed that the gospel, or good news (Greek: evangelion) was that Jesus died for my sins, and was raised after three days. I remember having a hard time grasping how that was good news and what exactly that good news meant for my life. Here's the thing: Jesus dying on the cross and raising again isn't the gospel. Every time I hear someone preach that the good news of Jesus is that he died for my sins, I want to scream, "NO IT ISN'T!" In Mark 1, Jesus himself states very clearly the definition of the good news.
I'm having one right now.
I'm tired of hearing about how this nation is color-blind. We're not. White people aren't color-blind, and neither are black people. None of us are color-blind. The latest controversy with Obama and his ex-pastor proves it. If this post sounds like I'm being racist, you can rest assured that I'm not. I'm glad that our country moved out of the dark ages and started giving people equal rights (unless you're gay or Arab, of course). But the civil rights movement didn't cure everything. Let's take a look at this.
But are we really worth dying for? We've all been told (whether overtly or sub-consciously) that aren't worthy of anything. Some of us have endured this message of worthlessness from parents, ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, abusive spouses, and bad teachers. Some of us have heard this message preached to us from the pulpit for years in church. You hear so much about your sin and you walk out feeling so crappy that you aren't sure if Jesus really died for you and you can't really see why he would want to anyway. So all of this (that we've all endured in some way) leads us to seriously doubt whether we are worth dying for anyway.
This week, you'll hear a lot about Jesus, the cross, the resurrection, etc. Given the fact that Easter is this Sunday, it will be hard to ignore. One of the main things you will hear is this phrase, "Jesus died for your sins." If I'm honest, this phrase has lost pretty much all meaning to me. I know that sounds odd coming from a pastor, but I've been in church my entire life, and I've heard this phrase thousands of times. Sometimes repetition leads to over-familiarity. This doesn't mean that Jesus has lost meaning for me, or that the cross has lost meaning for me, but this phrase means basically nothing to me anymore. I don't think I'm alone in this either.
I'm reading a stunning book called "To Heal a Fractured World: The Ethics of Responsibility" by Rabbi Jonathan Sacks. It honestly might be one of the top five pieces of non-fiction that I've had the pleasure to read. In it, he speaks of how God created us as beings who, in his creative image, continue the work of creation through healing the brokenness and injustice that we, as humans, inevitably cause. I'm intrigued by this thought, because I've long rejected the still preached thought of most Christians that since Jesus is returning anyway, we basically just wait around until he returns, while the world degenerates further and further into a chaotic hellhole. Most Christians see their only duty as proselytizing people so that more people will be on the heavenly train when God destroys this earth anyway.
This video is pretty funny, and creative. It's also a scathing indictment on war in the form of ethnic foods. Good stuff.
I just watched a news report video about a lawmaker in Oklahoma going on a rant about gay people. In her rant (during which she didn't know she was being taped), she said that gays were more dangerous to this country than terrorists. Let that one sink in for a minute. I'm having a hard time understanding this line of thought. I don't know, I guess I was just unaware that the 9/11 hijackers were, in fact, a gang of Arab homosexuals, and not terrorists.


We've covered the fact that God gets angry, and almost exclusively over injustice. But what about Jesus? What pushed his unhappy button?
This morning I started reading through the book of Isaiah. And by "started," I mean, "haven't even scratched the surface." I like reading the books of the prophets in the Hebrew Bible because they were so focused on making this world a better place through justice. One theme, though, stands out in most of the prophets' writings...God is ticked.
John McCain told a reporter on his campaign bus today, "I hate the gooks. I will hate them as long as I live." My first reaction to reading that was, "Did he just say that?" I am absolutely staggered by that kind of bigotry.
Have you ever heard the phrase, "Every family has one, and he's ours." Right now, you're probably thinking about the "one" in your family. We always say this, meaning that every family has a black sheep, someone who is a mess and has so many problems.
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