Author: Dave Burchett

 

This a transcript of the words I spoke at my father’s memorial service. This will be my third Father’s Day since he went to be with his Heavenly Father. My Dad made a difference in my life. You will make a difference in the lives of your children. They listen only sometimes. But they are always watching. My Dad probably never realized how closely I was watching. I can only pray that my Son’s will feel as blessed to call me Dad as I was to address my own father.

 

My Dad was a good man. Not a perfect man. Kindness was his calling card to everyone around him. The last time I saw my father he left me with a memory that will stay with me till I join him in eternity.

My last visit with Dad was a roller-coaster of emotions. He had made a remarkable and inspiring comeback from his devastating brain injury. I had talked to him on the phone! It was a moment so special that I will always be grateful to God for a chance to hear my Dad’s voice one more time. But by the time I got back to his bedside about 10 days ago something had begun to go terribly wrong. He was less responsive. The words came sparingly and with difficulty.

Nonetheless, when I walked into the room Dad’s eyes came alive and he grabbed my hand with an intensity that clearly communicated that he knew me. He stared at me and would often flash that special smile. But his words were few…mainly simple responses to my questions.

Our family had encountered one difficult employee at University Hospital (in Columbus, Ohio) and unfortunately, she was responsible for placing Dad into what we hoped would be successful rehab. But she had done nothing helpful and she had done nothing with a bad attitude. I will confess my frustration. I looked at (my Sister) Sherry as I held my Father’s hand and said, “We don’t have to take that crap!” To my surprise out of that shell that was my Dad came a very clear and loud response…”I taught you that!”

Yeah…you did teach me that Dad. And you taught me a whole lot more. You taught me that all of God’s children are to be valued. That everyone is important and deserves to be treated with dignity. I remember you coming home from work and going to a place much like this funeral chapel to pay respects to the family of one of your employees. I didn’t get that. I was selfish and wanted your time. I get it now.

You taught me the concept of grace. When I was in junior high I somehow manage to establish “credit” at a hobby store. I ran up a debt that was monumental in those days. When you found out I was terrified…but you taught me that grace means unmerited forgiveness for obvious guilt. You taught me there is a difference between mistakes of ignorance and willful wrongdoing. You taught me what forgiveness looks like….and what it means for someone to pay for your mistakes when it is undeserved. I got a little foretaste of how Jesus would pay a debt for me that I could not pay later on in my life.

You taught me that humor is a gift from God. That laughing at life and especially at your self makes it a whole lot easier to deal with daily frustrations. You taught me that you are about as happy as you make up your mind to be.

You weren’t perfect. You worried a little too much. But as I often told you, you freed me of that burden because I always knew you had the worry part covered. We had some issues to work out. But we did…because I loved you and I knew you loved me.

You taught me a lot Dad. And I will be forever grateful. Perhaps most importantly, you taught me what it looks like to be ready to die. You taught me how to put your family at ease by clearly and consistently letting us know that you were ready to meet Jesus. You taught me what an incredible difference that knowledge makes to those who love you at moments like this.

God’s Word consistently paints an image of God as our Father. Many people struggle with that picture because they can only relate to an angry, dominating or selfish father. I thank God that I was blessed with a father who gave me a clear image of how I can relate to God as my Heavenly Father.

There are two ways you can honor my Dad. First, take care of your eternal destiny today and share that news with those who love you. And make peace with anyone and everyone that you hold bitterness and anger toward. I would encourage you to leave this place and deal with those issues today. You do not know if you have a day, a week or a year, I never dreamed that my phone conversation on December 19th (2003) would be my last real time to talk to my Dad. But when I got the call about his changed condition I felt peace in my heart. I knew my Dad was sure about how I felt about him and I knew how he felt about me. I stand here today with no regrets. Everything that I needed to say to my Dad had been said. And I knew that he was ready to meet Jesus. Nothing would make my Dad happier than you following his example and make those same commitments today.

I love the Muppets. I must have watched the Muppet Movie over a hundred times with first born and second born sons. One of my favorite characters is Gonzo the Great. No one is quiet sure what Gonzo is. In The Great Muppet Caper Fozzie Bear, Kermit, and Gonzo are newspaper reporters who are sent, via air cargo, to London to investigate a jewel heist. But the mystery of Gonzo remains. The crates for Fozzie and Kermit are labeled “Bear” and “Frog”. On Gonzo’s crate is the stenciling “Whatever”. Maybe that is why I love this character so much. A sensitive and kind of weird “whatever” in search of himself. I can relate to that.

 

One of my all time favorite Muppet moments happens in the Great Muppet Caper. Kermit and Gonzo cannot manage to hail a taxi. So Gonzo suddenly leaps into the middle of the street, a taxi slams on the brakes and they have a ride. Kermit looks at him in amazement and says “That’s very..effective.” Gonzo replies, “yeah, it’s GREAT when it works!!” And that is how I view this blog experience and some of the interesting sidebars it creates. And yes, this is all leading somewhere.

I had written a blog about the mild controversy that the Million Dollar Bills had generated for the Great News Network when the Secret Service confiscated them. A few readers took exceptional offense to my thoughts. But one who did not take exceptional offense was the subject of the blog, Darel Rundus. He contacted me and we agreed to have lunch. I knew right away that we would get along. His email to me told me how to recognize him. “I will be the one passing out million dollar bills”. I told him I would be the one wearing an earpiece and a wire. When Darel thought that was funny I knew we would be fine.

Darel is an engaging and warm man. We had a great time of fellowship. And we had a good discussion about the controversy and how we represent Christ. I was able to assure him that I never questioned him or his heart for ministry. And he graciously accepted that. This was a laboratory about how we should communicate in the body of Christ. I feel like I had some legitimate questions. But I will confess that I made one major mistake. I should have contacted Darel first to get his side. For that I asked his forgiveness and I ask yours. I will also confess that numerous bad experiences with other organizations had left me cynical. That is wrong. Darel was able to give me a perspective that would have been helpful in my initial article. I think they have a reasonable concern with the method of the bill confiscation. And I believe their question about the proliferation of similar bills is fair.

A couple of my points would have remained the same. I did feel the comments toward the Secret Service could have been more graceful. He agreed and he wished he had softened that a bit. I was concerned about the implication that the ministry would keep distributing the bills no matter what. Darel assured me that if the judge ruled them illegal they would promptly stop the distribution. That had not been clear in the earlier reports. So he understood my heart and I understood his. Both of us are trying to serve the Lord Jesus with fear and trembling. It was a great time. And it happened because Darel Rundus decided to fellowship with an “evil” blogger and not “flame” him. I have a new friend in the body of Christ. As a blogger you often throw yourself into the cyber traffic. I try to encourage thought and debate.  Darel Rundus decided to stop and discuss. With civility. That is how it should work. And it is GREAT when it works.

By the way, I gave my books to Darel. He did insist on giving me a token of appreciation. A million bucks for a couple of books is really very generous!

It has been a while since I dusted off the wildly popular feature “Ask a Bad Christian”. Today’s questions revolve around one theme and have come from several people.

Why do you call your blog “Confessions of a Bad Christian”? Do you really think you are a bad Christian?

Yeah.  Sometimes I am. Sometimes “badder” than on other days.

The blog heading of “Confessions of a Bad Christian” started out as a bit of a joke. It was based on the title of my first book, When Bad Christians Happen to Good People. But I will tell you that I have grown attached to the title of this blog. I have come to grips with the truth that I can, in fact, be a bad Christian. And that is the point of the title. It is a daily reminder to me that I am capable of thoughts and actions that do not reflect Jesus. I did think that making this question a sermon topic was a bit over the top. I know there a few readers of this blog that would love to have heard this sermon and maybe even testified.

(Note to the humor challenged. This sign is a joke. You can make your own church signs at this website. Enjoy.)

I have found that the realization that I can be a bad Christian at any given moment has been the beginning of real growth for me.

It breaks my heart to think that my actions would cause anyone to think that Christianity is false. The sad reality is that I encounter Christians all the time that do damage to the cause of Christ. I often tell people that my prayer is that they will not reject Christ because of Christians. I beg them to consider the person of Jesus. The question that each of us must answer is who is Jesus? Is He who He claimed? But too often those I encounter cannot get past the actions of a person who does not represent Jesus well. I do not want any part of a legacy like that.  So I challenge myself and other Christians to be real. Acknowledge that we are fallible. Seek to repair damage. Ask forgiveness. Drop the legalism.  I suppose that a big part of who I am is growing up in a church that would not have recognized grace if it bit them on their self-righteous posteriors. I know firsthand the damage that legalism can do in the life of person trying to follow Christ. I receive hundreds of emails from people wounded by others in the church.

I came across the sermon delivered on the passage about the vine and the branches. The thoughts centered on John 15:5 where Jesus said, “apart from me you can do nothing”. Here are a couple of excerpts on how to avoid being a bad Christian. It is simply realizing where your dependence starts…and ends.

Now when Christ says, “Without me you can do nothing;” he doubtless means to affirm that without divine light shining upon the pages of inspiration and upon the works of God–without the illumination of the Holy Spirit, holiness is impossible to us. The assertion of the text therefore implies that divine light is proffered to us, and that this light is given by Christ.

It is therefore of great importance with respect to the doctrine of our dependence upon Christ that we should understand the fact as a fact. Whether or not we are able to understand the philosophy of this dependence is of no consequence. It is enough for us to understand that such is the fact, that without Christ we can do nothing.

To understand this doctrine is more than to admit it. I may admit a thing in theory which after all I don’t understand. I may admit multitudes of truths, yea any and all the truths of the gospel without really understanding one of them. The truth of our dependence upon Christ is generally admitted, but not so generally is it rationally understood.

Properly to understand it is to realize it–to perceive it’s truth; and have in the mind a felt realization of it’s truth.

To believe this truth is more than to hold it in theory. A man may hold in theory the whole Confession of Faith, he may defend it, may argue in favor of it, and suppose himself to believe it, while in fact in the gospel sense he does not believe a word of it. Many who professed faith in the doctrine of the Second Advent of Christ, have held it and defended it as a theory, but manifestly have not believed it. Faith is the yielding up of the mind to be influenced by truth apprehended by the intellect. It is the mind’s confiding, trusting, receiving a truth. Now nothing is more common than for persons to hold and defend a truth in theory which they do not really believe. To believe the doctrine of our dependence upon Christ is to commit or surrender the mind up to the influence of this truth–to repose on Christ–to confide the soul really to his keeping.

To believe this truth implies the continual remembrance of it. It implies that we hold the mind in the attitude of dependence and trust. Suppose I am leading a little child by the hand, I give him my finger and lead him along upon the brink of a frightful precipice. I tell him, Without me you will fall. Now if he believes this, he will hold fast to my hand. His mind will be in a constant attitude of depending, trusting, holding on to me. Now this illustrates what I mean by believing in our dependence upon Christ. The mind that believes in this will not attempt to do any thing without Christ.

This was from a sermon delivered by Charles G. Finney in 1845.

                                                                                   

                                                                              (Courtesy of picturehistory.com)

We are still wrestling with the implications of this amazing text 161 years later. That is why I call these humble ramblings “Confessions of a Bad Christian”. I want that daily reminder of my potential for sin. I want that daily jolt of realization (after my coffee) that my dependence must be on Christ if I am to have any real impact for God. Finney continued with the central importance of this doctrine..I have condensed his words. The full text is available by clicking here.

• Again, not to understand and believe this is real infidelity in respects to Christ. It is a real rejection of the gospel of Christ and of Christ himself. 
  
• The rejection of this doctrine renders the soul proud and presumptuous. 
  
• To reject this doctrine is to dishonor Christ greatly, and as I have said, to discard his gospel entirely.
  
• The rejection of this doctrine fosters self-righteousness. If a man gets the idea that without the divine support and enlightenment, he performs acts that are acceptable to God, this is one of the worst forms of self-righteousness.
  
• The rejection of this doctrine makes us the sport of temptation. A man is certain to be overcome if he attempts to resist temptation in his own strength, just as certain as a man of one leg would be to fall if he should attempt to run without his crutch.
  
• The rejection of this doctrine leads to ultimate discouragement. When persons make attempts to stand in their own strength and find themselves continually overcome, they are soon led to doubt seriously whether there is any such thing as standing before the power of temptation

So am I a bad Christian? Not on the days that my dependence is on Jesus. My goal is to make those days happen more frequently with each passing year.

 

 

For the past few weeks I have been writing about Joni’s cancer and our journey through that trial. I had almost forgotten how much fun it is to write your thoughts on something and have your salvation questioned for your trouble. My wonderful high school basketball coach used to teach us that you “catch more flies with honey than vinegar”. I am sure that my cyber critics will tell you that only truth matters and to sugarcoat it is not necessary.

Here are the basics. I wrote a blog about the distribution of the million dollar bills by the Great News Network. The Secret Service said they were too close to real bills and they seized them from the ministry. I wrote a piece that challenged how GNN responded to the situation. I never questioned their ministry intent. I never doubted their heart to communicate the gospel. My article was based on this one issue. And I made it clear that if the government tried to stop their right to communicate that message I would be an enthusiastic soldier for them. I have received a number of responses. And it struck me how ineffectively many of us communicate when we are angry.

Here is a great clinic on how to communicate effectively if you disagree with a writer.

1)  Don’t question someone’s salvation just because you disagree.

Here is the opening salvo from one response…

I can’t believe that someone who professes to be a Christian, and an American statement critical of another Christian who is just upholding the rights granted to him and every other American in our constitution.

I think he or she was so mad at me that they left out some words. Are there any less productive ways to start an argument than “I can’t believe someone who professes to be a Christian would” do whatever. You can disagree with my logic. You can point out the flaws of my position. But you lose me with the insinuation that if I was “really a Christian“ I wouldn’t have written this piece. God is in the business of judging hearts. It is not your job. It will never be your job. Go ahead and resign from that position.

2)  Have the courage to use your name

I put my name and email address with my thoughts. The point of blogs like mine is to challenge thoughts on current issues. I respect the feedback of those who have the courage to use their names. If you don’t want to leave your name on the public forum then email me and I will respond. When it is signed the “Unknown Christian” I just picture someone with a paper bag over their head writing to me. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I still remember the Unknown Comic from the Gong Show. 

The Unknown Comic aka Murray Langston

3) Don’t rush to judgment over one column.

I would encourage you to look at several articles or posts to gauge the overall heart and spirit of the writer.

4) Try to be reasonable in your persuasion.

Here is the opening line of another response.

Your article regarding The Great News Network is shameful and divisive. Your suggestion that Mr. Rundus violated the law the way a speeder violates the speed limit is unbelievable.

Wow. Does this mean I am off the Christmas card list? Why would I want to read any further? I am shameful and divisive?  I am surprised that my dog still likes me. I guess you didn’t notice the title of the website.

5) Try to be gracious in the realization that reasonable people can disagree on issues.

Disagreeing does not make me a bad person nor does it make you a bad person. At the risk of sounding like a bad pop song, it’s only you and me and we just disagree.

Now let me tell you about a couple of responses that got my attention. One came from an employee of GNN. I will not use his name (but he did use his name in the email). He was gracious. He made his points and we are corresponding.

Another response came from the man himself. Darel Rundus sent me a very gracious email. He pointed out that he loved the discussion and that he encouraged opposing positions. He left his contact information and offered further discussion. We are planning on getting together to discuss. If I am persuaded that some (or all) of my comments were off base I will write that. I have no problem with confessing my mistakes and fallibility. Again…check the website title.

But if that happens it will be because of a gracious response from a man who thinks I might still be a Christian. Mr.Rundus was able to understand that my questions were concerning this issue and not his ministry and not him personally. That is how you communicate when you disagree. Mr.Rundus and I may ultimately choose to disagree on this whole debate but I am pretty sure we will part as brothers in Christ who appreciate each other’s efforts to follow Jesus.

When responding to those you disagree with please run it through the spell check and then through the grace check. It will improve your results.

 

Today’s post will probably be most interesting to one of my most faithful visitors.

Me.

As I pass blog mileage markers I am fascinated by what articles resonated with readers and which did not. Last week I posted blog number 150 in the seven month life of this venture. So I decided to go back and see which posts were most read and offer a couple of personal favorites that did not make the cut. Because I am trying honesty as an experiment at this site I will tell you that I eliminated the actual number one post in the rankings. That article involved an airplane and famous pastor’s wife. I am tired of the story and the sad level of discourse about it. So, in the immortal paraphrased words of Lesley Gore and sung to the tune of “It’s My Party” please sing along…

 “It’s my blog and I can delete if I want to, delete if I want to, delete if I want to…you’d de-lete too if these ‘saints’ emailed you.“

So with that little disclaimer here is number 10 on the Bad Christian Countdown. Feel free to click on any that interest you.

10)    It’s not easy being green and Evangelical – A surprise top ten finisher. The topic of stewardship of our planet is a fascinating one and this was my take on the debate. This blog also featured one of the worst puns of my writing career. I am not proud of that…it is just a fact.

9)     You have been warned! – This was the story of the “controversy” surrounding singer Chris Rice and his song Cartoons. My frustration with humorless religious folk prompted me to post a warning label on this one.

Warning: The following post may contain humor. This blog was produced in a program where irony and satire are processed. May contain sarcasm fragments.

8)     Forgive – I don’t wanna! – This one generated a lot of response. Our biblical responsibility to forgive is not an easy concept for most of us. But I have not found a loophole in our salvation contract.

7)     How to be a Good Cancer Buddy – The first article in the top ten that relates to our shared journey with Joni’s breast cancer diagnosis. Some times we just don’t know how to relate to friends and family when they are going through a trial. This post offers some insights that Joni and I learned.

6)     Is Manliness Endangered? –  The title is self-explanatory.

5)     Enroll Now in the Canine School of Evangelism – I have to admit that I love this one making the cut. This is my fanciful look at what we could learn about evangelism from our furry friends.

4)     Sentences that change your life – Our lives can change in a heartbeat. This was written right after Joni called me with the diagnosis of her cancer.

3)     Time to post and run – I wrote this article about personal responsibility and victimhood with fear and trembling. That is why I hit the post and publish icon and then went into hiding.

2)     Won the battle…losing the war? – This article dealt with the effects of the backlash against the actor chosen to play the lead role in the movie End of the Spear. If we could love and disciple as well as we can argue and boycott this world would be in revival.

1)    A Gentle Proposal to deal with Chad Allen, End of the Spear, Every Tribe Entertainment and One Another – The number one post (other than my disqualified contender) was my thoughts on how to deal with the controversy surrounding the movie End of the Spear.

There you have it. The top 10 by your cyber votes. I am suggesting three personal favorites that did not make this list.

Bald and Beautiful – Part 1 – My thoughts on my bride losing her hair to chemotherapy.
My Nominations for Persons of the Year – Two amazing families that demonstrate amazing grace and strength in times of trial. They became my examples for our trial that was just weeks away.
What Would Jesus Say? – What God is teaching me about my responsibility as a follower of Christ.

Thanks to those of you who regularly suffer through these ramblings. I am blessed by your comments and encouragement.

 

 

Okay…I know this is a little sad. But the reality is that so far in the grandchild derby the two married sons (out of three) have yet to spawn. Unmarried Brett has been ruled ineligible to compete in this event. Joni and I have been content (for the time being) to enjoy our grand dogs and await the first grandchild with diminishing patience.

Middle son Scott was the first to present us with a grand dog. This is Sadie smiling sweetly for the camera.

Regular readers of this blog know that ineligible grandchild contributor Brett was second to add a grand dog to the family with the addition of Trigger. He is pictured here with our own disinterested dog Hannah.

Trigger’s improbable story was told in a post entitled They Call it Puppy Love. 

This week we are proud to announce the newest grand dog to the family. Eldest son Matt and bride Holly announced the arrival of Bailey, a five month old Golden Retriever.

Our future family reunions could look like the scene from A Christmas Story when the Bumpus hounds race through the old man’s house. Hopefully there will be less colorful language from this old man if that does happen. In a classic line from that movie narrator Jean Shepherd noted that, “In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.” As far as I know no such tapestry is hanging over Lake Ray Hubbard near our home.

We are unabashed dog lovers in the Burchett family – at least in the Texas/Tennessee divisions.

I was reminded of how much we can learn from our canine companions once again while Joni was undergoing round 3 of chemotherapy this week. I came across a list of “Things you can learn from a dog” in an article and some of them are really applicable to our season of life.

• Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
  
• When it’s in your best interest, practice obedience.
  
• Take naps and always stretch before rising.
  
• Run, romp, and play daily.
  
• Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
  
• Be loyal.
  
• Never pretend to be something you’re not.
  
• Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
  
• Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
  
• Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
  
• On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
  
• When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
  
• No matter how often you are criticized, don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout. Run right back and make friends.

I saved four of my favorites for last.

• Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.

If I had it all to do over I would work less and go for more joy rides with my sons and bride. The anchors on ESPN’s SportsCenter often joke that “an injured athlete is day to day, but then again, aren’t we all?” The reality is we are all day to day. Even moment to moment. Life can change in a heartbeat. When the opportunity for a joy ride comes along make it a habit to jump on board.

• When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

One thing I can count on when I come in the door is that Hannah will be there vibrating with excitement. Wouldn’t it be nice to greet your loved one with that enthusiasm? Be sure to bring smelling salts the first time.

• When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

I love this one. People often don’t know how to react to friends going through a trial like Joni. I wrote an earlier post about being a good cancer buddy that is being published in Crosswalk.com: The Magazine this month. We have found that the mere caring presence of friends has been healing. We don’t need answers. We really don’t need handy Bible verses. We just need a little emotional nuzzling.

• If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

This really resonates with where I am right now. I want to be a authentic follower of Jesus. And at times the way to do that seems buried in a sea of bad experiences, bad decisions, and bad Christians. But I intend to keep digging. I want to dig into His Word more completely and into fellowship with God more authentically. I want to dig into my shortcomings more honestly and allow the Spirit of God to reveal and repair those more completely. I am believing in the promise of James 1:5.

If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.  NIV

I definitely qualify for His generous distribution. Watch this space for future results.

 

This is also posted today at Joni’s site called Sharing the Journey.

Joni and I met with the Oncologist yesterday to discuss our strategy for today and the weeks ahead. Our doctor decided to dial back the strength of the chemotherapy a bit to help prevent the kind of blood count problem we encountered last time. After today we have only one more encounter with the chemo drug the nurses call the “red devil”. I have met a new friend through this trial who is also sharing the cancer journey with his wife. His name is Rick Green. Rick is a pastor in Oregon and happens to be a talented artist. He did some sketches to help him deal with the emotional roller coaster of cancer. Here is his take on the “red devil” drug.

I had written a post called “Poison for Healing” after the first round of chemo. I am going to repost that for those who are new arrivers to this site. Thanks for your prayers today and during the weekend.

Poison For Healing?

Therapy has always been a word that generates a good response. Massage therapy and aromatherapy have a nice, relaxing connotation. But I am retiring therapy from my lexicon of positive words after experiencing a round of chemotherapy this past weekend with my wife. Joni and I embarked on the first mile of our marathon stagger to survival. It is hardly a race.

Cancer, we are learning,  is a lot of hanging around hospitals, doctors, and nurses. The old cliche of “hurry up and wait” is the motto for anyone going through the monotony of long term treatment. When Joni was diagnosed with breast cancer in March the reality of that ugly word hit hard. But the reality of the reality settled over us Friday as I watched toxic chemicals drip, drip, drip into my beloved’s bloodstream. An Oklahoma newspaper recently ran a story on the weird logic of using poison for good.

“You’re putting poison into the system to kill those bad cells,” said Andrea Mosteller, a registered nurse who works in the Muskogee Regional Cancer Center. “It takes something that strong to do it.” Chemotherapy, Dr. Ravikumar Vasireddy explains, is a chemical that kills “fast-growing things,” terming it “cytotoxic,” or poisonous to cells. Cancer cells grow rapidly, making chemotherapy an ideal treatment for some types of cancer.

Some people claim to have no faith but you have to have a lot of faith in your doctors to allow them to hook up chemicals that are intended to kill cells, and those drugs can’t discriminate between good and bad cells. If the cell is fast growing it is their mission to hunt down and kill it. So the cells of the hair follicles are casualties alongside, prayerfully, the cancer cells. One of the first chemotherapy drugs was actually a derivative of the fearsome mustard gas used during World War I. Another drug Joni is taking is also used in rat poison. The drug is a both a rodenticide and a medical treatment. Not exactly a Certs commercial…”its a breath mint and a candy mint.” 

I sat at the side of my bride of almost thirty years and watched toxins drip into her bloodstream. These drugs can kill you or cure you. Joni would likely tell you after round one that the cure feels like it is killing you at times. I watched the drip of these toxins that we have chosen to allow with the belief that they will kill any dangerous, fast growing cancer cells before they can wreak havoc elsewhere in her body.

I couldn’t help but think how we Christians too often allow the toxins of sin to drip into our spirit and poison our joy, our relationships, and our influence for the Lord. The late author Lewis Smedes wrote powerfully about forgiveness. He often spoke of how only forgiveness can “release us from the grip of our history.” We cannot change an abusive upbringing. We cannot alter dysfunctional theological training that denied grace. We cannot simply deny the hurts that have been visited upon us and be spiritually free. Only forgiveness can release us from the grip of these real and historical events.”

So everytime you choose not to forgive just picture that drip, drip, drip of spiritual poison coarsing through your spiritual veins. Everytime you choose bitterness over joy listen for the quiet drip, drip, drip of toxicity racing to your heart.

We did not choose cancer. But we have chosen to accept that God is in control and He will somehow use our journey through this valley for His glory. We have chosen to trust the doctors who drip toxins into the body of my wife. I hope that you will not choose to let the toxins of bitterness, lack of forgiveness, pride, jealousy, and lust drip into your soul. Paul recognized the effect that these toxins have on our walk with Jesus.

And do not bring sorrow to God’s Holy Spirit by the way you live. Remember, he is the one who has identified you as his own, guaranteeing that you will be saved on the day of redemption.Get rid of all bitterness, rage, anger, harsh words, and slander, as well as all types of malicious behavior. Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you.  Eph 4  NLT

 The poison of  bitterness, rage, harsh words, and slander target the growing cells of the fruit of the Spirit. You can choose to cut off those toxins before they do their ugly work. And I pray that you will.