I'll now mercifully end this series of posts by talking about something that bugs me about Christians. I can't tell you how many times I've heard Christians say something to this affect, "Until Jesus returns, there will be no peace." Beside the fact that that phrase makes me want to release my breakfast to the wind, it is patently ridiculous and unChristian.
Alright, I'm almost done polluting you with my hippie ideals of actually loving people. The next two posts will be the last, and they will be primarily used to tie up some loose ends.
Until last night, the weirdest dream I had ever had was in high school. I was flying on an airplane, but the airplane was shaped like a cat, and the flight attendants were mice. Pretty weird stuff, and one of those dreams where you wake up laughing. Last night was different however.
So how did the early followers of Christ respond to his words following his resurrection and ascension to heaven? One thing is for certain, any reading of the NT will show that the early Church took very seriously the idea that they were Christ's body on earth. Imbued with his Spirit, they sought to live out the words he taught and the way he lived, full of love, peace, and compassion. In today's Church, I find very few Christians who truly understand how literal the writers of the NT were when they referred to the Church as the body of Christ. It seems to me (and I've been in the Church my entire life) that the Church sees this idea as nothing more than a fuzzy notion. However, the implications of the Church being Jesus' body on earth are huge. If we are his body (representatives, hands and feet, etc.), then it is imperative that we seek to live out his teachings and his way of life in order to finish his work of rescuing the world. This isn't just a nice, clean, and fuzzy idea, but a concrete reality that we must take as seriously as the first Christ followers. So what did they have to say along the lines of pacifism?
In my mind, Jesus' words singlehandedly prove that his followers should be pacifists. Regardless of any argument for war made by using the OT, it seems to me that the words of the person by who's name we are called should take precedence. If we are going to be called Christ-ians, then his words should be of utmost importance to us. So let's look at just a few examples of what Jesus has to say.
If anyone ever wonders what makes this country great, watch this video. It may be one of the funniest, and most bizarre, videos I have ever seen.
Inevitably when someone is defending a pro-war stance biblically, they immediately go to the Old Testament stories of Israel attacking everyone in sight. They do this for two reasons: 1)It's easy, because the OT is full of wars and, 2)You can't even begin to make a convincing argument for war and violence based on the NT, so they avoid it.
1968 called and it wants its society back.
Per Michael's request, I'm going to write a series of posts on why I'm a pacifist. I have no idea how many posts this series will entail. I understand how polarizing this issue is, but I feel the need to say what I think, and given the fact that the internet is the last great bastion of free speech, I will exercise my right. If you're offended by what I say, I refuse to apologize. No one in church apologizes to me when they spew out their pro-war rhetoric, so I will not apologize for my opposing stance. If you don't like what I have to say, then just stop reading. So without further ado, here's a completely non-academic view of why Jesus is calling his people out of a violent mindset.
So how can you love your enemy and blow them up at the same time? Hmmmm. It seems that you would have to do some pretty fancy biblical exegesis to get around that one...or you could just ignore it like a vast majority of American Christians.
Congratulations Obama on winning the nomination.
I promised some pictures of my boys, so here you are. First, Ezra:

I was watching a video clip of Bill O'Reilly today (I'm not sure why, because he's an idiot) and he was talking about the YouTube video of those girls beating up that other girl, and then he was talking about the recent pictures of the polygamist poster-boy Warren Jeffs kissing young girls. He was having a debate with someone over whether or not we should watch or look at these things, or whether we should just ignore them. As he's wont to do, he disagreed with the person, and then totally flip-flopped his view once the other guy handed his butt to him in the argument (this, however, is not the point of this post).
I know that we see a lot of change in our lifetime. I know that we've been inundated with information and new technology to the point where we're numb to it, but seriously, we landed a rover on FREAKING MARS! The thing I find incredible is that pretty much no one is talking about it. There's a story here and there about it, but it isn't even front page news.
The Bible can be tricky. The thing about it is that there's almost always something more going on below the surface. Here's an example. In the book of Genesis (Hebrew meaning, "in the beginning") we read the story of our world's origins and the origins of the first cognizant humans. The text calls these people Adam (from the Hebrew "adama" meaning "earth" or "dirt") and Eve (which in Hebrew means, "living"). These two are born into a land of perfection, a land of sunshine and farts, as I'm fond of saying. God lays everything at their feet and says, "It's good, take it." The only prohibition he gives them is to refrain from eating of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. He kind of hints that if they eat from that tree, things will go downhill pretty quick. Of course they decide to eat it, because hey, don't we always like to do the one thing we aren't supposed to do?
I haven't written about my kids in awhile, so I thought I would give an update. So here's an update on each kid individually.
It's over. It's been over for a long time. I know that your last name is Clinton so you feel you're entitled to a victory, but...yeah...it's been over for about two months now. I'm sorry to break this news to you, but the only way you're getting into the White House is if you're invited for dinner.
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.

In the first picture, you may notice that he has an eye open and is looking at the camera with an "I'm fairly uncomfortable, can someone freakin' get me outta here?" type of look. The second picture reminds me of Viggo the Carpathian on Ghostbusters 2 when he starts morphing and melting. The top left of picture 2 shows his hand. It's all distorted because he started moving. So not only is he massive, he's basically adorable. Other than the fact that he's going to exit the womb while gnawing on a turkey leg, he's healthy. We're hoping that he shows up early, because the ultrasound had him weighing 7 pounds, 9 ounces. You may be thinking that that isn't too bad, until you realize that my wife has six more weeks to go. The doctor informed us that during this stage, they can gain up to a half a pound a week. If you do the math, you quickly see that he's going to come out looking like King Kong. I can't wait to my mustachioed Sasquatch of a son. Big brother had better look out, because he's a tiny little thing.
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.
My kid has been saying "dada" forever. I love hearing it, I'm not going to lie. But last night my wife said, "Ezra, say 'daddy'." "Daaaddy" was his reply, with a big gap-tooth Spongebob smile on his face.
Did you know that the problem with America is that too many men pee sitting down? I didn't either until I watched this wonderful sermon.
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