Words mean things! Yes, I know, earth-shattering revelation,
but there it is. This is doubly true for Scripture since we know that not one
jot, not one tittle, not one period, comma, or exclamation mark is out of
place, unwarranted, or insignificant. We either believe the Word of God is
absolute, or we make up our own version of Scripture, believing only what we
want to believe and blotting everything else out.
Suppose you choose to go the scrapbooking route when it comes
to the Bible. In that case, there isn’t much I can do for you other than offer
my sympathies, knowing you’ll be in for a rough slog when your self-published
version of the good book runs out of answers, and those Joel Osteen style
mantras you have highlighted fall short of giving you hope or peace. It’s kind
of hard speaking abundance into being with an empty pantry or looking at
yourself in the mirror talking about being bold as a lion when your face diaper
is permanently attached.
Yes, I woke up in a mood and seeing that Pat Robertson hasn’t
taken the hint and gone off to live out the rest of his days with a modicum of
dignity just made it worse. Yes, the spiritual paragon who famously counseled a
man whose wife had Alzheimer’s to leave her, because, you know, that’s what
Jesus would do, is now offering unsolicited opinions about the elections, but I
Back to the reason I started pecking at my keyboard in the
Yesterday I was driving by a church, and as most churches do
nowadays, it had one of those signs out front with a short quip. No, it wasn’t
about Jesus being the reason for the season, or about Mary and her little baby
boy; it simply said, “For the good of all, we are staying apart, together!”.
Then it went on to give a link where you can watch a bored elder give a zoom
talk at a predetermined time, but after I’d read the headline, the rest of the
text seemed trivial if not outright irrelevant.
Although I fully understand that pastors reading their Bibles
has fallen out of fashion, one would think that given the severity of the
situation, they’d dust off the old leather-bound and try to find some direction
therein. Other than deaths from the flu, which have magically dropped to zero,
there is an across-the-board spike in everything else. From alcohol abuse to
child abuse to spousal abuse, overdoses, suicides, and depression, the epidemic
is real, and it’s not just the non-churchgoing folks either.
Humans were created to need human contact, and when you allow
fear to dictate your actions vis-a-vis said contact, you are opening a Pandora’s
box of pain you’ll never be able to close again. All because you were afraid of
something you have absolutely no control over, to begin with.
If the people in charge of your spiritual wellbeing actually
believed the book they profess to follow, they would understand that it is
appointed unto men once to die! For those who slept through their English class,
the definition of ‘appointed’ is a time or place decided on beforehand or
The whole notion of dying before one’s time is lunacy because
the time of one’s passing is appointed, therefore predetermined. Whether you
wear one face diaper or six, you will not live a second past your appointed
You will not stand before the throne of judgment one day and
watch God shaking His head and saying, “Oh, the plans I had for you, if only
you hadn’t prematurely died of the sniffles.”
That goes to something else I’ve been chewing on lately: why
would men who see their god as impotent serve an impotent god with abandon? It
is because so many see God as less than what He is that they can live
dispassionate lukewarm lives of duplicity and compromise.
Then again, what do I know? I’m not Pat Robertson.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.