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Human Nature...unfortunately

Jon Thomas - Saturday, July 31, 2010

I was recently reading an article in the August edition of the Reader's Digest (still not sure why the August issue comes the second week of July but that's for another blog). The story was about Sobibor, a Nazi death camp deep in the forest in Poland. It reminded me of the emotions I felt visiting the Holocaust Museum while I was in Israel. Can human nature really be that bad?

Was struck me about this particular story is what the Germans had done, or more accurately, tried to do. After a semi-successful escape attempt, the Germans destroyed the camp, burning it down and burring the remains underground. What is it about human nature that can justify doing something so inhumane and yet still have the need to hide their behavior? 

When in Israel, I thought of the mass killings that have taken place throughout history. Christians against Muslims, Jews against Christians, Germans against Jews...and the cycle continues. Unfortunately, there is part of that sinful nature in us that can justify behavior but still have the desire to cover it up. So goes the wrestling match with sin. We (or at least I) want to be a living sacrifice for God (Romans 12:1-2) but I find myself (because I'm a LIVING sacrifice) crawling off the altar and doing my own thing. God help me to be "transformed by the renewing on my mind." Then help me to share that with others. You are the only hope for human nature.

Be First

Jon Thomas - Friday, July 23, 2010

I had a lot of firsts this summer. First time having an electrical bill over $300. First time burying a pet. First trip to Israel. The later not only gave me an unbelievable experience but a new perspective on life. Having the chance to see the country for the first time was incredible. Having the opportunity to experience culture while living in people’s homes was priceless. I saw things with new eyes, things that locals don’t normally see, both good and bad.

Paul shared with me an e-mail he received an e-mail from a student from Concordia University (I’m assuming he is a life long Lutheran). He came to Holy Cross for the first time and left underwhelmed because he wasn’t identified as a guest and no one came to greet him as a guest. Now there are a lot of people who are guests during a weekend service, many of whom attend weekly and become members. So it would be easy for me to get defensive but perhaps we can learn something through this man’s first time eyes.

I realize that most people are uncomfortable walking up to someone they do not know, ranked right after getting a root canal and Add to that the fear of greeting someone as a guest who is a long time member and the task can become crippling. Since we have a God who welcomes us, perhaps we can cast aside our fears and be stretched to extend the same courtesy to those around us. After all, the next person you see on Sunday might not be connected to a church community. Why not be first?

On a related note, a new L-team season is starting on August 15. One of the new teams is a guest team that will connect with guests, the ones that write down their names in the blue folder (a good indication they want to be contacted). Perhaps that will become your team.

To Say or Not to Say...that is the Question?

Jon Thomas - Wednesday, July 14, 2010
God does have a sense of humor (see previous post if you haven't done so already). Seat 11D. Sitting next to me is a couple, evidentially not having a very good day. As is usually the case in flights to Orlando, there are children on board. Excited children, even at 7:30a. The occupants in 11E and 11F aren’t so excited. Not that I am a fan of loud kids on a flight but in my opinion, this has been very tame. The young child behind us asked questions of his mom like, “how fast are we going?” and “how high are we?” along with comments like “wow” and “the plane is shaking.” I have heard them complain for almost an hour, certainly worth a blog post. What I found amusing about this chance encounter is that what has bothered me is not the child’s color commentary but rather the constant complaining. Now maybe “constant” is a stretch but after every word out of the child’s mouth comes something like, “stupid kids…they should be forced to be in the back of the plane…their parents need to tell them to shut up” And my new personal favorite, “they are SO annoying.” So annoying? Really? I would like to nominate two for that title. Pause. So God, how can I be a witness it this situation?

Isaiah Thomas

Jon Thomas - Friday, April 23, 2010

I'm not talking about the ex-Detroit Piston captain, now FIU coach, I'm talking about my dog, Isaiah. The day finally came yesterday, the day that I knew was coming, the day that I also have been dreading. I made the tough decision to put him down. He has had problems for several months which had gotten to the point where he couldn't get up on his own without assistance. I cried through the phone call to the veterinarian office who miraculously was able to understand my request. They came to my house at lunch time and he died in my arms. We made the decision to bury him in the yard.

Margaret was wonderful through the entire process. She took a lot of time away from work. She cried with me. She held me. She was a wonderful example of love in action. She went out and bought mulch and flowers and read a wonderful passage of Scripture as we said our final goodbyes. It couldn't have been easy to watch your husband be reduced to tears.

It is tough saying goodbye to a faithful companion of almost 13 years. And I realize that unless you are a pet owner or lover, you probably are wondering, "what's the big deal." If that is you, you should know that this isn't really about Isaiah. It is about me and my relationship with God. As I sat outside early this morning, thinking and praying by his grave, I realized that for as much as I love Jesus, loss still hurts. It hurts a lot. I was still tearing up this afternoon talking with a friend at lunch. Loving Jesus doesn't change or take away the pain. Simple truth but it is worth repeating every once in a while.

In a conference call this morning, I thought of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, the three men thrown into the furnace, (see Daniel 3). They were bound and thrown in because they refused to worship the image of gold Nebuchadnezzar made. The Bible describes their condition coming out of the furnace. "The fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them (Daniel 3:27)." So what did burn in the fire? The only thing that burned in the fire were the ropes, the things that they were holding them back. I think God will use pain to burn off the things that are holding us back.

I am so thankful for Margaret, my wonderful wife. The day would have been unbearable without her comfort and compassion. I am thankful for the texts and Facebook messages from so many friends. I treasured the prayers. But I am dependent on Jesus, my Lord who is Sovereign over all things, the God of all comfort who continues to walk with me in the midst of pain. God taught me a lot through Isaiah, even in his passing.

I miss you Isaiah. Rest in Peace.

Isaiah Thomas

May 1, 1997 - 

April 22, 2010.

Relationships and Time Cards

Jon Thomas - Monday, April 19, 2010

Saturday started out so wonderful why did I let it turn in a different direction? Margaret brought me breakfast in bed, a nice treat after staying up late watching the Detroit Red Wings win game two of their Stanley Cup playoff match up. After getting cleaned up, she made a simple request, can you help clean the house today, just vacuum the rugs. That's where the day turned. If I would have been thinking clearly, or at all, I would have said, "sure." But I went into my litany of things that needed to be done, mow the lawn, meeting, VBS calls, work on curriculum for Children's Ministry, prepare for a confirmation meeting, blah, blah...Saturday is a work day for me!

We then digressed into who puts in more time into chores, each of us making a good defense. I then suggested we purchase a time card machine and log our hours. (I was partly kidding.) As I was mowing, I went over my closing statement in my mind, perfecting it like I was on Law & Order. Then it occurred to me that I totally blew it. The issue wasn't really the issue as my professor used to remind us. The issue is that we both felt overwhelmed and under-appreciated. 

Anyone need a slightly used time clock?

Blessing

Jon Thomas - Monday, April 19, 2010

Here is the blessing that I often use. Delivered as promised to several people at last night's Crusader for Education Dinner last night.

May God go

Above you to protect you

Beneath you to uphold you

In front of you to lead you

Behind you to encourage you

Beside you to befriend you

Within you to inspire you

Go with the peace and power of Almighty God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Many thanks to John Kieschnick who introduced me to the blessing.

My Name is Bob?

Jon Thomas - Wednesday, April 07, 2010

There is a wonderful couple that lives close to our house. They walk together regularly and have gotten to be pretty good friends with my dog Isaiah who loves to spend his time sitting outside, watching people go by. They stop and give him a treat. Isaiah loves them. He is the reason that I met them. The problem is that he thinks my name is Bob. That's what he calls me. So do I make him feel uncomfortable and correct him or do I just live with Bob? (Suggestions welcome).

That got me thinking about relationships. My dad, a wonderful man who (hard to believe) died almost 15 years ago, was a man who kept personal things personal. I don't ever remember hearing war stories from WWII or how he felt or seeing him get emotional about anything. (Although friends told me they saw him cry at my ordination.) Dad wasn't a very emotional person. At least comparatively speaking, I am pretty emotional and passionate. But I do have the tendency, like my dad, to keep personal things personal. To keep my cards close to my chest. I am thankful for my wonderful wife and a select group of friends with whom I have learned to let down my guard. They are a treasure. I wonder if my dad had such a close group of people around him? Do you? Do they know your name? My name is Bob.

You Said What?

Jon Thomas - Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I was on the treadmill at 6a this morning listening to a podcast, trying to wake up my legs along with the rest of my body that seemed to be sleepwalking or more accurately, sleeprunning. The speaker was challenging people to think of the key phrases that they use when praying. You've probably used some of my favorites, if not all of these, "thank you for today, watch over me, and the ever popular bless me." That last one intrigues me, mostly because I have said it a lot, mostly while I'm sleep praying, trying to wake up and say what is really on my mind. Is that really what I would say to God when I see Him face to face? I imagine "Wow you are awesome" might be the first words out of my mouth. But "bless me?" I mean isn't our role to bless God, to lift Him up? And doesn't God bless His work already? And if I'm doing something that God isn't already blessing, do I really want to ask Him to bless it? Maybe a wake up call is in order. We have a God who loves us that offers us the opportunity to communicate with Him at any point of any day. God help me not sleepwalk through my prayers!

Toast for Change

Jon Thomas - Tuesday, March 02, 2010
I'll start with a confession...it is good for the soul after all. I didn't want to come to the Student Ministry L-team last night. It's not that I don't love the students, I do...or that I don't enjoy our series, based on the movie, To Save a Life, I do. It was just that I had about 3 hours of sleep on Sunday night. Not sure why...just couldn't get my mind to slow down enough to sleep. So I was up at 1:30a. And I was cranky. Enough for the confession.

We had a great night last night. (God works in spite of us sometimes...last night was one of those nights.) We did a toast for change, an idea from the movie, "Freedom Writers." I wish I could share everything that was shared (confidentially) but what I walked away with was this...students are hurting, just like adults. Students want to experience the power of God and a changed life. I walked away so thankful that I was there. So thankful that I gave them an opportunity to toast (share). It was a good reminder that everyone has a story they want to share. Life change doesn't necessarily happen when I talk but rather when I allow others to speak about their walk with God. Humbling but true.

My morning with the IRS

Jon Thomas - Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I got a late e-mail Friday night from the IRS saying there was a problem with my tax return and thus there would be a delay in the refund and would I please contact an IRS representative referencing a certain code. So with that hanging over my head all weekend I called at 8a Monday morning. After a 15 minute hold listening to tax music, I got a live person, who after listening to my story, put me on hold. More music...then nothing. The call dropped. Back to the 15 minute wait, new person...again on hold only to be dropped again. The third person I spoke with that morning promised me he wouldn't put me on hold and after 30 minutes with him, concluded that the problem was not several terrifying alternatives but rather due to the fact that because Margaret's name was listed first, they couldn't find the estimated taxes that I had claimed on the return. He transferred them over and said it should be processed in 2-3 weeks. So all that weekend anxiety for nothing. It seems that we tax payers have a tendency to do that a lot...worry about something that turns out to be nothing. Perhaps that is why "Fear not" was a favorite phrase for many angels.