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12/5/2013

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Having accepted a counseling assignment for two years in a South American country, I met an interesting man.  In his broken English, he confessed, "I like dirty women."  

This man was a gynecologist, very educated and finally coming to the realization that he had a terrible problem.  In English, dirty can mean several things.  However, in Spanish, he was very clear.  He used the word, "sucia."  "Sucia" means physically dirty, unwashed.  He continued with other clear words, "Indigenas, indias, mujeres sucias..."    Translated, those words mean, "indigenous, indians, dirty women..."  He was talking about a people group that were indigenous in that area:  women from the Quechua people.  These people are typically considered lower class by those who don't have indian blood.  

Being educated and of Spanish descent, he considered himself to be superior to these people.  That was his quandary.  "Why do I like dirty women? I'm not attracted to pure blood women."  He went on to explain that he would sexually use some of his patients, but only the Quechua women.  He felt an attraction to women that he was not supposed to be attracted to, kinda like forbidden fruit.  He soothed his conscience by believing that he was only having sex with women who were beneath his station in life.  These people were essentially worthless in his mind.

He would trade his gynecological services for sexual favors with his patients.  He found that many times, he would not be refused because these women were poor and did not feel good about themselves.  "They couldn't say no because no one thinks they are attractive.  I flatter them..."

So, you can see this man has a terrible sin problem.  Actually, more than one.  Just to name a few:  1) prejudice, 2) sexism, 3) racism, 4) elitism, 5) compulsions, 6) fornication, etc...  Just plain sinfulness.  

As his story unfolded, he also revealed that he was addicted to marijuana, alcohol and painkillers.  Being a physician, he had no difficulty affording and obtaining these substances, especially when he would trade his gynecological services for these substances.  

He was raised in an environment with a very strong mother and a father who had abandoned him.   As we delved further into his upbringing, he noted that he was brought into sex early when his mother paid for a prostitute "to teach him how to be a man" as his father wasn't doing a good job at raising him.   He recalled his first sexual encounter at age eight with repeated exposure, at his mother's insistence, until he left for college at age sixteen.

In spite of his medical and financial success, this man knew that he was doomed.  "My soul is on the way to hell..."  Fortunately, this gentleman was receptive to God's working in his life.  He came for help because he had heard that hell was a place that he did not want to go.  As I was unable to follow this man due to not being around long enough to help him, I was able to hand him off to a pastor.  This pastor told him about God's redemptive power and discipled him.  He became very much like Zaccheus.  He repented of his sinful behavior and attempted to make restitution as best he could.  

This man's story teaches us that we are not doomed by the sins of our parents, doomed because we had a bad upbringing or doomed because we have abused people.  There is always room for God's offer of salvation.  It is never too late to do the right thing.

Is your life like this man's?  Or do you think that he is beneath you?  
In what kind of sin do you find yourself involved?  
It is never too late to do the right thing.  

If God can change this man, he can change you.

How bout it?

BE HOLY.
BE A MAN.


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Selfish worship

12/4/2013

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In 1992-1993 we were missionaries in Ecuador.  I have worshiped with people from many different cultures and have enjoyed the different ways that Christians engage in worship.  I remember one service in Esmeraldas that had a very African flavor to it and another in Guayaquil that was a tropical, Latin mix.  I thoroughly enjoyed both and could tell that these were ernest Christians who REALLY enjoyed worship.

On another occasion we went to Riobamba to a church high in the Andes mountains.  What I experienced there was quite different.  We had traveled there to visit some people from America that were on a work trip to the area and wanted to make some friends.  We had eaten supper together with them and the Quechua folk of that church.  When we went to worship, we were fortunate to have a teen choir lead us in worship.  The worship was more formal and the singing was in a very nasally, high voice.  It was in the Quechua language so I had difficulty understanding what they were singing.  

I was young, proud and had my wife and kids with me.  After the service one of the Americans came over to me and we were talking about the service.  I said something about the service that I shouldn't have said.  I said, "that music was gross!"  It popped out and I didn't take it back.  I was instantly convicted but was too stiff-necked to listen to God's Holy Spirit's chastening.  After all, I was the missionary, they were just people visiting.  

I have thought about my bad comment over the years, trying to analyze why I would say something like that.  Now, I know that one of the tricks that Satan uses is to keep reminding Christians of their faults and sins to keep them feeling condemned and ineffective.  I have been forgiven for my statement and my attitude and when I think about what I said, I still get a twinge of guilt but then I am reminded that was in the past and forgiven.

I recognized that I had in my mind certain ways that I approved of how worship was to be done.  This third church, in Riobamba, stretched me and didn't fit my preconceived notions.  I was clearly wrong.  I have prayed that the young American that I talked to (I have no recollection who he was) would not remember my insensitivity but the good things of his time in Ecuador.  

Now it is 2013 and I am miles aways and 20 years away from that event.  I have worshiped in several other cultures and other churches and have come to believe that I have put away such preconceptions.  I no longer have the feeling that a certain style of worship is gross.  I have matured.  I have become more Christlike.

But have I?  Have I really progressed?

I was recently at a worship service where we were lead by a worship team that had a decidedly "country" flavor to it.  Part way thru this experience, I excused myself.  As I walked past the sound booth, a friend asked me, "how do you like the worship team?"  I said, "I am not a fan of country music..."  I felt instant conviction, very similar to how I felt in Riobamba when I ignored the Holy Spirit.  I immediately followed it with, "but I see that others are worshiping and the team is really doing a good job, so I can't complain.  I'm trying to worship too."  

OK.  That was a bit better.

Then I was reminded of a statement, I don't know where I heard it, that says, "If your life is divided up between what you like and don't like and you just do what you like & avoid what you don't like, you're gonna have a miserable existence."  That statement is sooooo true.  I close myself up to God's ability to work in my life if I just simply become opinionated about everything and complain/avoid things I don't care for.  

So, I'm trying, I'm improving, I'm getting better, my intent is improving, my heart's getting into it.... 

but I still have a long way to go...

BE HOLY.
BE A MAN.


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I wanna worship MY WAY!

1/30/2013

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In 1992-1993 we were missionaries in Ecuador.  I have worshiped with people from many different cultures and have enjoyed the different ways that Christians engage in worship.  I remember one service in Esmeraldas that had a very African flavor to it and another in Guayaquil that was a tropical, Latin mix.  I thoroughly enjoyed both and could tell that these were ernest Christians who REALLY enjoyed worship.

On another occasion we went to Riobamba to a church high in the Andes mountains.  What I experienced there was quite different.  We had traveled there to visit some people from America that were on a work trip to the area and wanted to make some friends.  We had eaten supper together with them and the Quechua folk of that church.  When we went to worship, we were fortunate to have a teen choir lead us in worship.  The worship was more formal and the singing was in a very nasally, high voice.  It was in the Quechua language so I had difficulty understanding what they were singing.  

I was young, proud and had my wife and kids with me.  After the service one of the Americans came over to me and we were talking about the service.  I said something about the service that I shouldn't have said.  I said, "that music was gross!"  It popped out and I didn't take it back.  I was instantly convicted but was too stiff-necked to listen to God's Holy Spirit's chastening.  After all, I was the missionary, they were just people visiting.  

I have thought about my bad comment over the years, trying to analyze why I would say something like that.  Now, I know that one of the tricks that Satan uses is to keep reminding Christians of their faults and sins to keep them feeling condemned and ineffective.  I have been forgiven for my statement and my attitude and when I think about what I said, I still get a twinge of guilt but then I am reminded that was in the past and forgiven.

I recognized that I had in my mind certain ways that I approved of how worship was to be done.  This third church, in Riobamba, stretched me and didn't fit my preconceived notions.  I was clearly wrong.  I have prayed that the young American that I talked to (I have no recollection who he was) would not remember my insensitivity but the good things of his time in Ecuador.  

Now it is 2013 and I am miles aways and 20 years away from that event.  I have worshiped in several other cultures and other churches and have come to believe that I have put away such preconceptions.  I no longer have the feeling that a certain style of worship is gross.  I have matured.  I have become more Christlike.

But have I?  Have I really progressed?

I was recently at a worship service where we were lead by a worship team that had a decidedly "country" flavor to it.  Part way thru this experience, I excused myself.  As I walked past the sound booth, a friend asked me, "how do you like the worship team?"  I said, "I am not a fan of country music..."  I felt instant conviction, very similar to how I felt in Riobamba when I ignored the Holy Spirit.  I immediately followed it with, "but I see that others are worshiping and the team is really doing a good job, so I can't complain.  I'm trying to worship too."  

OK.  That was a bit better.

Then I was reminded of a statement, I don't know where I heard it, that says, "If your life is divided up between what you like and don't like and you just do what you like & avoid what you don't like, you're gonna have a miserable existence."  That statement is sooooo true.  I close myself up to God's ability to work in my life if I just simply become opinionated about everything and complain/avoid things I don't care for.  

So, I'm trying, I'm improving, I'm getting better, my intent is improving, my heart's getting into it.... 

but I still have a long way to go...

Tomorrow, we will talk a little bit about how to discern when God's Holy Spirit is speaking to you.

BE HOLY.
BE A MAN.

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I like dirty women

5/3/2012

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Having accepted a counseling assignment for a year in a South American country, I met an interesting man.  In his broken English, he confessed, "I like dirty women."  

This man was a gynecologist, very educated and finally coming to the realization that he had a terrible problem.  In English, dirty can mean several things.  However, in Spanish, he was very clear.  He used the word, "sucia."  "Sucia" means physically dirty, unwashed.  He continued with other clear words, "Indigenas, indias, mujeres sucias..."    Translated, those words mean, "indigenous, indians, dirty women..."  He was talking about a people group that were indigenous in that area:  women from the Quechua people.  These people are typically considered lower class by those who don't have indian blood.  

Being educated and of Spanish descent, he considered himself to be superior to these people.  That was his quandary.  "Why do I like dirty women? I'm not attracted to pure blood women."  He went on to explain that he would sexually use some of his patients, but only the Quechua women.  He felt an attraction to women that he was not supposed to be attracted to, kinda like forbidden fruit.  He soothed his conscience by believing that he was only having sex with women who were beneath his station in life.  These people were essentially worthless in his mind.

He would trade his gynecological services for sexual favors with his patients.  He found that many times, he would not be refused because these women were poor and did not feel good about themselves.  "They couldn't say no because no one thinks they are attractive.  I flatter them..."

So, you can see this man has a terrible sin problem.  Actually, more than one.  Just to name a few:  1) prejudice, 2) sexism, 3) racism, 4) elitism, 5) compulsions, 6) fornication, etc...  Just plain sinfulness.  

As his story unfolded, he also revealed that he was addicted to marijuana, alcohol and painkillers.  Being a physician, he had no difficulty affording and obtaining these substances, especially when he would trade his gynecological services for these substances.  

He was raised in an environment with a very strong mother and a father who had abandoned him.   As we delved further into his upbringing, he noted that he was brought into sex early when his mother paid for a prostitute "to teach him how to be a man" as his father wasn't doing a good job at raising him.   He recalled his first sexual encounter at age eight with repeated exposure, at his mother's insistence, until he left for college at age sixteen.

In spite of his medical and financial success, this man knew that he was doomed.  "My soul is on the way to hell..."  Fortunately, this gentleman was receptive to God's working in his life.  He came for help because he had heard that hell was a place that he did not want to go.  As I was unable to follow this man due to not being around long enough to help him, I was able to hand him off to a pastor.  This pastor told him about God's redemptive power and discipled him.  He became very much like Zaccheus.  He repented of his sinful behavior and attempted to make restitution as best he could.  

This man's story teaches us that we are not doomed by the sins of our parents, doomed because we had a bad upbringing or doomed because we have abused people.  There is always room for God's offer of salvation.  It is never too late to do the right thing.

Is your life like this man's?  Or do you think that he is beneath you?  
In what kind of sin do you find yourself involved?  
It is never too late to do the right thing.  

If God can change this man, he can change you.

How bout it?

BE HOLY.
BE A MAN.

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