What If All Nations Were Treated Like Israel?

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I am not Jewish. I just want to be clear so you understand I have nothing to gain by the following piece. And I count on the fact that I’ll take bullets for it. But I consider myself in good company if so.

5’9″, bald, as white as the cream filling of an Oreo, and with a nose from a long-line of Dutchmen, I am a European amalgamation of varied lineages, and constitute the average All-American male. But one thing I am not, is a moron.

A moron? In my simplest definition, that’s someone who is ignorant on purpose (intentionally sidestepping truth). And right now, I feel as though I’m surrounded by them in the US and Global media.

I’m not sure if you have been following the plight of Israel. Most things surely seem more important. Sports. Award shows that honor award recipients. Michael Jackson. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that there is a world-wide scandal happening to one of the tiniest, most seemingly insignificant nations on the planet right now. Because if I’m the only rocket scientist taking note, then NASA really needs to hire me.

If Canada launched a single missile over the border into the US–Canada–my friends, would be the next acquisition of the United States faster than you could cough up a hockey puck. But how about 1,000′s of missiles? Let’s just say that there would be a lot of reconstruction work to be done before we could settle our newest State.

What if we told China that she must give up substantial holdings of 3,500 year-old, Biblically-mandated sovereign soil to appease small, militant nomadic tribes who purported to have legitimate claims to property even though these groups never previously existed under any sort of organized name,ruling body, or internationally respected council?

More over, what if the US were to go into Saudi Arabia, Egypt–or say, Iran–and, through means of unprecedented political manipulation, do anything short of outright coercion and extortion to tell them how to run their country?

Oh, we have? Well, almost.

What’s fascinating to me is that President Obama will hold a press conference on Iran’s recent political proceedings and say he’s “appalled and outraged” by their conduct, but that he “respect[s] the sovereignty of the Islamic Republic of Iran,” and does not want to “interfere[ing] with Iran’s affairs.”

Does not want to interfere with Iran’s affairs? Huh, sounds respectful enough. Surely, I wouldn’t want to cross a mullah on a bad PMS day. But what fascinates me is our nation’s proposed honor of a nation with which we have rocky friendship (at best), and who seemingly stands for everything that we do not, yet for a nation with which we helped engineer it’s very birth, we have contrary, if unfriendly dealings with (at best). Israel.

You see, it’s my humble and “uninformed belief” (by some) that if any other nation on the planet was enduring the same atrocities that Israel is being forced to undergo–both in political pressure and terrorist assaults–there would be global outcry. Instead, the world is siding with a rebel group of nomads who previously had no legal claim to anything. Palestinian refugees. Yes, go check your history books; they hadn’t even been termed as such until the last century. These “refugees” were created when the surrounding Arab nations told them to leave the two-state solution during a “get out or suffer with them” attack against the new Israel. Things, obviously, went differently than expected and Israel prevailed. Decades later the same Arab nations that protested a two-state deal and created the refugee situation are now lobbying for–you guessed it–a two-state deal. Funny that everyone wants Israel to do what the Palestinians’ religious kinfolk would not: give up land for them.

If any other nation on the planet was enduring the same atrocities that Israel is being forced to undergo–both in political pressure and terrorist assaults–there would be global outcry.

Am I saying Israel is lily-white? Not at all. They have done some horrible things, as all nations do in war. But that’s not what I’m contesting here. For if that was the basis of international mediation, we should be meddling with Iran and countless other nations long before we turn our eyes to the homeland of the Jews. What I am asking, however, is how can our media be so selective? How can our government be this blinded to such a severe double-standard?

Because I’m not a political pundit, my commentary starts where theirs stops. This is much more than a political struggle for power. This is a spiritual battle for control of a promised inheritance, and the coming return of the Messiah. You honestly think the enemy of mankind wants property rights to a strip of desert because he likes to build sand castles?

Politically, I pray that the leadership of our nation once again recognizes God’s decree of Israel’s physical right to the land belonging to the descendants of Isaac as we did in 1948. I pray that Americans would have wisdom to filter through the un-journalistic and unprofessional reporting that our media is proliferating. And I pray that we have the creative wisdom to express–both through prayer and activism–our intolerance of preposterously immoral expectations imposed on Israel.Because if you were Jewish–which, if you’re grafted into their adopted lineage through Jesus, you are no longer an alien–you would and should be ticked.

When you pray for the peace of Jerusalem, you are praying for the return of Jesus…because he does not return to Allah’s Dome of the Rock. He returns to Zion, a City on a Hill. The Jerusalem of the Jews. May revival come to you swiftly, and may the Church ever urge you forward. ch:

Dibor Class of 2009

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Please join me and the staff, family, and friends in congratulating the Dibor Class of 2009 in a job well done! It has been the best graduation weekend yet! So poud of you all. ch:

Anticipation

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Being expectant is a wonderful gift. I’m anticipating the next time I get to go on the water, meeting with God corporately this Sunday morning, and seeing the Dibor graduate this weekend.

I’ve given you a bit of me; what are you anticipating? ch:

Digital Music?

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A recent report estimates that digital sales will account for 82.6% of all music sold by the year 2013. If that statistic is true, it signals bad news for the physical manufacturing plants in the US (and hits home with my dear friends at ESP in Buffalo, NY, who have done manufacturing for my family for almost 30 years).

As in any business, realism always wins over idealism. And while I’ll be the first to say I’m a fan of holding a physical product in my hands (nothing compares to the old vinyl albums in feel or richness of sound), even I have seen the advantages of digital distribution. Minimal overhead, world-wide access, and speed of delivery are all things that the “old way” can not even touch. And services like NoiseTrade have even helped bridge the gap between would-be thieves and outdated record-company giants (citing that no one wants to pay $21.99 for a CD), by offering a cool compromise to file sharing.

With that said, how much of your “new music” is bought digitally vs. a physical CD? If physical, do you buy it new or used, and from a retail store or an online seller? ch:

Capitalizing on Opportunity

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June is the party season if you’re a youth pastor. All your seniors are moving on in life (well–most of your seniors; for others, 12th grade will be the best three years of their life). Last night I had the honor of attending two different graduation celebrations, something I’ve become quite an expert on in recent years: learning to be everywhere at the same time is akin to Ninja mastery.

While at the Brennan Clan’s house, I caught Luik sitting at an abandoned table all by himself, guzzling down can after can of pop. I snapped this pic on my iPhone and just chuckled at my oldest boy’s cunning.

Luik adores pop. And it’s a rare prize as we don’t stock it in our home (for obvious reasons. Come on people!). He had waited until everyone had left, and then, with ninja like skills, pounced on his spoil.

So many times in life we have windows of opportunity. It could be in our professional life with job advancement. It could be in ministering to another person. It could just be saying I love you to someone…possibly for the last time.

But these coincidences are more than just happen-stance. For those that understand the realm of the Kingdom–and life lived in it–we are surrounded with divine meetings…opportunities that could mean the difference between life and death, and destinies spent in eternity.

I’m not sure what your call in life is, what anointing is on you, or who you find yourself spending time around. But today–while it is still called today–allow the urgency of the Holy Spirit to prompt you into seizing the opportunities waiting in front of you. There are souls waiting on the other side of your obedience. (And possibly an ice-cold can of Coke, too). ch:

Who’s hot dog truck is this exactly?

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I’m just curious. Are they Shannon’s hot dogs, and is Crystal selling them? Or the other way around? And if so, who has a larger percentage of the partnership? Because Shannon’s name is clearly far more prominent but Crystal might be doing all the work.

Tell me the story behind this (and exactly what started this all back in 1986). A free “Live at the Lyric” CD to the story I like the best. ch:

How do you read caution signs?

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I was sitting next to a dumpster today and just had to take a picture of this sign. Why? Not only do I find random signs perfect blog material, but I love when something from left-field provokes an unexpected response from me.

If you’re anything like my friend Chris Mooney (i.e. always looking for a loophole just for the sake of picking a fight), then you probably answered this caution sign as I did:

“OK. But you didn’t say I couldn’t go under it.”

It seems just when righteousness has us cornered with expectations, limits, and standards, we naturally find a way around, over, or yes–under–the situation. It’s a our natural tendency. Not so? Then how come you never need to teach kids this concept? Like the time I found Evangeline in the kitchen one morning having eaten an entire package of stale Shamrock-green Peeps. Of course, there was no evidence left in the package, so when I asked if she had eaten them, she candidly said, “Nuh uh,” and pointed to her brother. Mind you, her lips were a nice shade of Blue #2 and Yellow #5.

Do yourself and your family & friends a favor, and ask the Holy Spirit what rules your convieniantly avoiding, swide-stepping, or undermining simply because the fine print didn’t include your personal exception. Chances are, the Holy Ghost is already haunting you on the subject. (That’s because he’s a Ghost). ch:

Dad Test #34: Diapers

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When I was 8, I could tell you the difference between authentic G.I. Joe actions figures by Matel and the generic ones from Fay’s Drug just by the weight of the cardboard backing of the package.

When I was 12, I could tell you the difference between my Honda four-wheeler and my best friend’s Honda four-wheeler–both the exact same model and year–just by the whine of the engine.

When I was 16, I could tell the difference between Zildjian and a Pro-Mark drum sticks simply by the smell.

And when I was 20, I could tell you if your guitar was too dry or too damp simply by  listening to you tune your low E string.

Today, at 30, I can tell the difference between Huggies and Pampers based on how they wrap the buttocks, the quality of attach-tabs, and their overal fluid capacity before exploding.

(Huggies wins, by the way). ch:

Send Some Love

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So here’s the scoop. I’ve been a traveling, touring musician for 20 years now. (Holy crap, I’m aging). I’ve had cars, vans, and tour buses all break down, and always at the most inconvenient times. (In fact, we’re in the process of getting a new CUV right now–that’s “Child Utility Vehicle” to those of you who think it’s called a “MiniVan”). So I know how hard that can be.

In that context, there’s a new group I’d like you to check out. They’re actually not new to the “vehicular impairment issue” either, as they’re all from four well-established bands–Adelaide, Elektromat, This Day and Age, and the Priors–formed into one “super group.” Their name: Relevant Worship. And today I got an email that moved me, because I’ve written it before:

Hey Dear Friends,

First we want to thank all those who came out to the Casting Crowns last Thursday.  It was awesome to see you all and meet some new friends.  The purpose of my email is to ask you all to keep us in your prayers.  We have to a very busy summer ahead of us.  As many of you know, we have been have been invited to lead worship during the Alive Festival and Creation Festival in Ohio and Pennsylvania respectively.  We need your help.  We are in desperate need of transportation.  Our current Vehicle is getting up there in years and mileage.  It is also shrinking in size as a group grows.  We have added a link to our website under the media section to so you can download songs from our first record and also donate to the cause.  We have figured out that if each of our friends donates at least $5 we will be able to get our transportation taken care of.  Please help us continue to minster as God calls us out further from our home.

In Christ,
Daniel Swain
Relevant Worship

Would you be a part of these great Jesus-servants getting some new wheels? I already PayPal’d my small donation in, but I’d be thrilled if you would consider it, too, for any amount the Lord puts on your heart. Go ahead, investigate them, read their bio, watch their YouTube clips. (And I love that they’re all about impacting Buffalo, NY for Jesus and committed to the local church!). You can even download their stuff for free as Daniel mentioned. I would just love my crew to help out this crew. Please consider it (and let me know if you do by leaving a comment!).

Thanks gang…you are indeed the greatest. ch:

A Sweet Machine

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This Lotus was sitting at my friend’s dealership (Farr Auto Sales), and I was compelled to snap a pic of her to share with you.

She rocks because she is. That’s all. ‘Nough said.

What cars would you pull over to take a pic of?

ch:

Tuned In

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So I went wake boarding for the very first time last night. No, that’s not in the background. Who do you think I am? That’s my friend, John. I’m the one taking the picture. My stunts were a little “less enthusiastic.” But a fun time was had by all, and I found that my years of snowboarding and kite surfing certainly helped with this new venture.

As we ripped through the 1,000 Islands on the Mastercraft–official wake boarding boat of the X-Games–the boat itself really struck me as a marvel. This vessel was specifically designed for one thing: wake boarding. It has three different ballasts to actually take on water. Not sure how many of you are boaters out there, but that’s not normally something you do intentionally. Unless your a submarine. Yeah, the heavier the boat is in the water, the bigger the wake. The bigger the wake, the bigger the air. It also has what I call “cruise control,” able to maintain the same speed with within a tenth of a knot, no matter how tight a turn to put it in. This let’s the rider enjoy constant speed throughout their ride. Of course, there are lots of other sweet things, like the outboard, aft-facing, four-pod sound-system that blasts your favorite hard-core music out to you while riding; or the 350 horse-power Vortec engine with glistening red manifold cover. [Sigh] The bottom line is that this is a monster boat designed for a specific purpose. And it does it better than almost any other boat out there.

You and I are far more valuable than a boat, and–while maybe not as efficient with kinetic energy production–are far more powerful. We have been placed here to have relationship with God, and to manifest his presence on the earth. I’ve been reminded recently that the Holy Spirit is looking for targets through which he can display his power–that you and I, if we are willing, are walking God-encounter epicenters. That is our design. That is our purpose. Through our ideas, creative abilities, capacity to love, care, promote, encourage, and nurture, we are called to advance the Kingdom.

Yes, canoes have their place. I love them. Ferries are monsters. I know. But may are lives be so finely tuned into the purpose of our creation that others stand back and say, “Whoever designed that thing really knew what they were doing.” Funny how often we give glory to creators and never even realize. ch:

What makes You Tick?

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I was flying home from a few tour dates in Michigan last month when I had the chance to sit next to a 20-year old guy flying to Florida. The conversation went as many do, talking about reasons for the flight, destination, and line of work. But this guy seemed preoccupied with other things and the conversation ebbed. Naturally, I was more than willing to dive back into my book, but there was a little problem…

The Holy Spirit.

Now, he’s never a problem to my spirit, but often to my habits. In this case, my book. It was as I started to read again that the Lord dropped a question in my heart for this guy. And at first I dismissed it because it didn’t seem very spiritual. I like direct words of knowledge for people. You know, things that are so random they have to be God. “You’re mom’s name was Sue and she died last year and you’re struggling with that.” Or, “You have an addiction to Fruit Loops that no one knows about.” You know, stuff that they can’t argue with, stuff that makes them give you that cockeyed Houdini-stare of disbelief.

But today the word was, “What makes you tick, Sam?”

What makes you tick?

It sounded so “not God,” and so something “I would say,” that for the entire flight, I kept it bottled up. (Yet another sign it was from the Lord). Finally, as we were starting our descent, I couldn’t contain the question anymore and, breaking a very long, very awkward silence, I asked him out of the blue, “So Sam, what really makes you tick?”

He just looked at me for a second. I got nervous. But then, surprisingly, the look became the all-too-familiar cockeyed Houdini-stare of disbelief. Bingo! I guess the Holy Spirit knew what he was doing with a statement as simple as that as he does with another type of prophetic word that I think is somehow “more spiritual.”

Needless to say, the conversation broke wide open as this guy was just waiting for someone to share his heart with. By the time we pulled up to our gate, I got to pray with Sam. And as we walked up the ramp and were about to part ways, with tears in his eye, he reached out and just hugged me. For a guy that’s a very huggy-guy, even I was caught off guard.

We carry around this treasure in earthen vessels of clay. So may I ask you today? What makes you tick? ch: