The Rubicon

August 5th, 2010

Rubicon is the new spy thriller on the AMC channel with compelling artistry, but who knows if it will ever be anything but a mystery wrapped in an enigma? Darlene wants me to watch it with her. It takes a snapshot of the deep longings of the heart, and Dar loves to have her heart tickled that way. But do the writers understand the mysterious currents running through our collective unconscious as well as her husband does?

The opening scene is a grey-brown winter day on a New England estate, a mom and kids running across the lawn, while the cameras zoom into the English Tudor mansion towering in the background…through the window, the rooms, and on grey face in the shadows. It’s a recognizable actor, the dirty cop in Scarface. He cost a pretty penny, it’s not low-budget, I think.

He comes out of the dark shadows and looks out the window at his wife and kids, waves and smiles, then blows his brains. They didn’t pay too much for that appearance.

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They killed him in the first few minutes

It gets more paranoid. “Not every conspiracy is a theory,” is the slogan. What gives it an edge is the loneliness of the main character. His wife and child were killed in 9/11. He works in a nameless spy agency, against unknown enemies, and his only friend dies in a train wreck, but it maybe it was a murder, who knows?

It strikes me these writers understand the loneliness that runs so deep inside, and the fears, anger, worries, memories we cannot share.

We forget how widespread the loneliness is. The nightmare of it is in dealing with the paranoia alone.

The name is paranoid. The Rubicon is a river near Rome marking a boundary no Roman legions could pass without Senate approval. It was the Senate’s safeguard against a coupe by ambitious generals, like Julius Caesar, the general who did cross the river and named himself Rome’s first Emperor. In their infinite wisdom, the Senate did not anticipate that someone might just lead his legions across the river anyway, and who could arrest him?

"But nobody has crossed the Rubicon for a thousand years!" a startled Senator exclaimed. They trusted the mysterious power of tradition to control minds, which usually works, until a Caesar appears. What is that power traditions hold?

Jesus Christ did the same thing, but different. He too rejected the religious traditions that lock people’s minds, but Jesus actually won against the guardians of tradition. Julius lost.

The Senators secretly drafted a new resolution to close the Rubicon loophole by stabbing him in the back (30 times) as he entered the Senate chambers—without his legions. They can always get you, if not this way, then that. It sounds paranoid, but not once you meet someone like Brutus, the mind behind the conspiracy. 

Julius never saw it coming.  "E tu Brute?" were his last words. Every first-year Latin student knows it means, "You too, Brutus?" Despite his brilliance and courage as Rome’s greatest conqueror, who could out-think, out-maneuver and destroy the best armies in Gaul, he could not see betrayal in the heart of his best friend.

When traditions are challenged, people like Brutus get terrified beyond reason. He jettisoned his loyalty to Julius because he was more loyal to Roman tradition, so he assassinated his friend.

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Funerals make great paranoid events.

Jesus faced the same fanatic traditionalists, and they too conspired to murder him in an illegal “trial” held secretly at night, breaking many traditions to preserve the traditions Jesus threatened. Yes, it is inconsistent, but it worked—for a few days. In their infinite wisdom, the Sanhedrin did not anticipate the resurrection, like the Senate did not anticipate the Rubicon loophole, but how can anyone anticipate a resurrection? (Well, they did have Isaiah’s prophecies from centuries earlier.)

Jesus won against the Titans of tradition through his love, whereas all the legions and fear commanded by Julius could not hold the loyalty of Brutus and the Senate. The disciples of Jesus remained faithful and they loved him and died for him. They lost all the security of their Jewish identity when Gentiles swarmed in the Jesus Movement, and they were rejected by countrymen, neighbors, sometimes families and friends. Jesus bred an amazing loyalty that even surpassed the security of cherished traditions.

This is how to win against conspiracies and enemies of all kinds:

I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn’t confide in his slaves. Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me. John 15:15 (NLT)

…He had loved his disciples during his ministry on earth, and now he loved them to the very end. John 13:1 (NLT)

It’s the paranoia. The writers of Rubicon touched the paranoid thing deep inside everyone, whether we know it or not. Paranoia creates the rabid fanatics of tradition, like Brutus and the Senators who would assassinate Rome’s best general to preserve tradition. People cling to dead, institutional religions because they feel safe, although bored to death. People keep working dead-end jobs because they feel safe, and people tolerate gross sexual abuse in families because they fear losing the security of a family, despite the abuse.

Paranoia is everywhere, in everyone, and Hollywood makes good money with Slasher films and dramas capitalizing on it. Madison Avenue markets paranoia, like the fear of bad breath, rejection, new car safety features, and they create a host of new fears that now rule the modern mind.

The Rubicon writers nailed it: “not every conspiracy is a theory.” Conspiracies surround us, everywhere. Friends talking behind friends backs, parents who plot how to catch their kid doing something, the whispers between kids, and even at school and work the administrators conspire how to control their underlings. The motivation for our Constitutional freedoms of the press and speech is the defense against conspiracies.

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Paranoia is everywhere

Loneliness intensifies paranoia. In a loveless world, paranoia rules. In God’s world, love rules. That’s the difference between the worlds of Julius Caesar and Jesus Christ.

Dammit! It’s the Cuss Police!

July 26th, 2010

Please note: dammit technically is not a cussword because:

  1. It is not a four-letter-word;
  2. it is not a real word (it is a compound of two words);
  3. the embedded cussword is spelled with two “m’s”, not “mn”.

Is this not silly? Such are the mental gymnastics the Cuss Police must hurdle in the quest for cuss-free perfection. Although Jeremiah wrote an excellent article about this issue at the NeoZine, I’ve come to understand the real struggle is between the Cussword Canon and the Urban Dictionary. Read the rest of this entry »

My Last Blog, Ever

July 5th, 2010

I may be murdered tonight, so I’ll write this blog just in case. If I don’t return from Bow Wow Beach, let everyone know I was murdered, and let them begin dredging that pond for my body.

No, I’m not kidding (very much).

Bow Wow Beach - the crime scene

Bow Wow beach is a little fishing pond in Stow which was recently opened up for pooches to poop on the sandy beach and frolic in the water scaring the fish. It seems  innocuous enough, but beware! Lurking beneath this doggie haven are the simmering tempers of crazy pet-owners waiting to burst against innocent fishermen (and boys).

The last time I went there with Connor, my 14-year-old son, we were trounced-upon by five red-faced, livid dog owners shrieking at us for endangering the lives of their dogs! Their rage went from non-existent to mob violence in a flash.

It started with a livid (BIG overweight) grit striding quickly towards Connor and I with his (BIG overweight) wife and white poodle in-tow:

“Are you crazy? What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you know fishing is not allowed here?” he was shouting at us as he approached.  “I am on the Parks and Recreation board, and you can’t fish here!” Read the rest of this entry »

Feeding My Facebook

May 14th, 2010

Well thanks to my good buddy David Kyle, technical guru extraordinaire, I was able to rather easily publish to my Facebook Wall from my rather well-known Remonstrance at NeoBlogs, from my online magazine at NeoZine, and from my online teachings at our Podcasts site.

We don’t need silly Facebook to see this super-RSS feed, of course. It’s available at www.go.neoxenos.org/keith.rss . Read the rest of this entry »

Xenos Invades California!

April 20th, 2010

An exploratory party of brave volunteers scout out California universities and surrounding areas. Here is their pictorial report.

Santa Cruz

Santa Cruz awaits...
Santa Cruz awaits...
Kyle never talked to me all the way there.
Kyle never talked to me all the way there.
Greg reserved "wing seats" to avoid distractive scenery.
Greg reserved "wing seats" to avoid distractive scenery.
San Fran "LSD-style".
San Fran "LSD-style".
Mount Olympus rears before us.
Mount Olympus rears before us.
It was so beautiful Tom peed his pants.
It was so beautiful Tom peed his pants.
Never see THIS in Ohio...
Never see THIS in Ohio...
VOLCANO AHEAD!!
VOLCANO AHEAD!!
Many dormant volcanoes like Mt. St. Hellens
Many dormant volcanoes like Mt. St. Hellens
The house on the right will be Keith's.
The house on the right will be Keith's.
Weed is everywhere...they even advertise it on freeway signs!
Weed is everywhere...they even advertise it on freeway signs!
We found SATAN'S SECRET HEADQUARTERS.
We found SATAN'S SECRET HEADQUARTERS.
The "Throne Room of Satan" (or Steve Jobs)
The "Throne Room of Satan" (or Steve Jobs)
Did you know it is illegal to take pictures at the Apple campus?
Did you know it is illegal to take pictures at the Apple campus?
Infinite loop? That's a "bug" in programming terms...
Infinite loop? That's a "bug" in programming terms...
ONE WAY! (Jesus)
ONE WAY! (Jesus)
Tom was our first spiritual casualty out there.
Tom was our first spiritual casualty out there.
The LZ!! (Landing Zone)
The LZ!! (Landing Zone)
"Church without walls" meeting place already set up.
"Church without walls" meeting place already set up.
All our scouts fan-out...
All our scouts fan-out...
God reveals our next "Church without walls" meeting place.
God reveals our next "Church without walls" meeting place.
Forward scouts are not chosen for their intelligence...
Forward scouts are not chosen for their intelligence...
Scout prefers suicide over capture.
Scout prefers suicide over capture.
Scout pees his pants again.
Scout pees his pants again.
Cougars lurk like this everywhere, Sean says.
Cougars lurk like this everywhere, Sean says.
Evidence of primitive Christianity, but long-gone
Evidence of primitive Christianity, but long-gone
Scout senses danger...a cougar?
Scout senses danger...a cougar?
DEMON-HEAD-LISTENING-POSTS EVERYWHERE!
DEMON-HEAD-LISTENING-POSTS EVERYWHERE!
Finally, a Y in the road...Santa Cruz or Davis campus?
Finally, a Y in the road...Santa Cruz or Davis campus?
Typical vista from Santa Cruz campus.
Typical vista from Santa Cruz campus.
Artsy.
Artsy.
EXTREME ART
EXTREME ART
I'll sell this photo for $500
I'll sell this photo for $500
Keith & Greg hug as the sun sets...they miss their wives.
Keith & Greg hug as the sun sets...they miss their wives.
Photo for sale for $5,000
Photo for sale for $5,000
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Keith & Greg collaborate while Mark wonders where he is.
Keith & Greg collaborate while Mark wonders where he is.
"Church without walls" meeting place ready-to-go.
"Church without walls" meeting place ready-to-go.
GREG HAS AN IDEA, but Keith scoffs...
GREG HAS AN IDEA, but Keith scoffs...
Tom dreams about a sex change if we come out here...
Tom dreams about a sex change if we come out here...
Xenos scouting party.
Xenos scouting party.
Time slips away...
Time slips away...
Another day useless, and is spent...
Another day useless, and is spent...
 
Scouts search for an LZ
Scouts search for an LZ
Forward scouts face the greatest dangers
Forward scouts face the greatest dangers
Forward scout RUNS AWAY!
Forward scout RUNS AWAY!
Forward scout OVERWHELMED by incompetancy.
Forward scout OVERWHELMED by incompetancy.
Forward scout gripped by COWARDICE.
Forward scout gripped by COWARDICE.
Forward scout wounded.
Forward scout wounded.
Forward scout is retarded.
Forward scout is retarded.
Forward scout gets naked wherever he goes.
Forward scout gets naked wherever he goes.
Sacramento awaits Xenos.
Sacramento awaits Xenos.
Wisdom descends on the DAVIS Campus.
Wisdom descends on the DAVIS Campus.
Keith having a bad hair day at DAVIS.
Keith having a bad hair day at DAVIS.
Forward scout distracted by narcisism.
Forward scout distracted by narcisism.
Scout discovers risks at Davis campus.
Scout discovers risks at Davis campus.
Scouts find "Church Without Walls" meeting place at Davis (like OSU Oval).
Scouts find "Church Without Walls" meeting place at Davis (like OSU Oval).
Davis spends $9 million on future Xenos meeting place.
Davis spends $9 million on future Xenos meeting place.
Xenos meeting facilities at Davis already set up!
Xenos meeting facilities at Davis already set up!
Scouts report back.
Scouts report back.
Davis students can't even spell their own state!
Davis students can't even spell their own state!
Scouts uncover high-speed transportation devices for evangelism hit-and-run tactics.
Scouts uncover high-speed transportation devices for evangelism hit-and-run tactics.
Davis greets Xenos.
Davis greets Xenos.
Satanic messengers scamper away to notify the master.
Satanic messengers scamper away to notify the master.
These transportation devices were everywhere.
These transportation devices were everywhere.
Davis offers Xenos after-meeting facilities to lure us into coming.
Davis offers Xenos after-meeting facilities to lure us into coming.
We told university officials we would come ONLY if they added the game room to their offer.
We told university officials we would come ONLY if they added the game room to their offer.
Davis not only met all our demands, but threw in another rec facility if we agree to plant a church there.
Davis not only met all our demands, but threw in another rec facility if we agree to plant a church there.
At Santa Cruz we meet with agents who asked to remain anonymous.
At Santa Cruz we meet with agents who asked to remain anonymous.
Agents requesting anonymity--their last name begins with a "D".
Agents requesting anonymity--their last name begins with a "D".
People everywhere wanted us!!
People everywhere wanted us!!
Keith longed to surf once again...
Keith longed to surf once again...
Xenos meeting places all lined up...
Xenos meeting places all lined up...
"Church without walls" out here? Sure, why not?
"Church without walls" out here? Sure, why not?
Satanic agent spots us...
Satanic agent spots us...
Transportation devices used by young and old alike.
Transportation devices used by young and old alike.
I don't know why Kyle shot this, unless it was the guys...
I don't know why Kyle shot this, unless it was the guys...
Keith will fit in at Santa Cruz.
Keith will fit in at Santa Cruz.
Satanic agents guarding the entrance to Santa Cruz.
Satanic agents guarding the entrance to Santa Cruz.
7 of 9 offered her body as collateral if we would come out there
7 of 9 offered her body as collateral if we would come out there
Forward scout gets sucked into mindless world.
Forward scout gets sucked into mindless world.
Satanic agents unaware of pending Xenos invasion...
Satanic agents unaware of pending Xenos invasion...
The homeless live better here than those with a home in COLUMBUS...
The homeless live better here than those with a home in COLUMBUS...
Headquarters set up to save lives.
Headquarters set up to save lives.
Satanic agents signal their boss with drums.
Satanic agents signal their boss with drums.
Man about to beat his wife needs the Gospel.
Man about to beat his wife needs the Gospel.
Unknown species of bird. Probably satanic.
Unknown species of bird. Probably satanic.
Why surf into a cliff? Only in California...
Why surf into a cliff? Only in California...
The surfer on the left is Greg.
The surfer on the left is Greg.
Such beauty...why leave it all in Satan's hands?
Such beauty...why leave it all in Satan's hands?
Symbolic California spiritual status: like surfers waiting for waves.
Symbolic California spiritual status: like surfers waiting for waves.
Typical Christian posture in California.
Typical Christian posture in California.
Awake o sleeper, and arise from the dead!
Awake o sleeper, and arise from the dead!
Elephant seals chew the legs off surfers, Mr. "D" said.
Elephant seals chew the legs off surfers, Mr. "D" said.
Sean says sharks are always near these guys.
Sean says sharks are always near these guys.
Shark food enters water.
Shark food enters water.
Goodbye, California!
Goodbye, California!
 

Why Not Brag About a Son?

April 11th, 2010
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Kyle goes up to receive his award

Christians aren’t supposed to be big braggarts, or so they say, but can I make a big hullabaloo about my son Kyle’s scholarship and award ceremony? I certainly never received any scholarships or award ceremonies throughout my academic career, and neither did my scurrilous brothers, so maybe I can cheer up old grandpa & grandma this way – there’s still hope for the McCallums after all! (Darelene was High School valedictorian, so the Termans probably consider this normative.)

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Carries himself with aplomb.

Much like his mother, Kyle carried himself with respect and decorum throughout the 90-minute ordeal while chiding the old man occasionally for disruptive behavior.

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A disruptive old man.

He won a Michael Taylor Public Relations scholarship based on academic achievements, his portfolio, and an essay they read to the crowd. I couldn’t help but hear, “I grew up in a home that valued communication…” Maybe that line didn’t win the scholarship, but it sure won a place in his old man’s heart!

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With fellow-recipients, the blonde immediately drew a broad Kyle-smile!

The Beauty I Saw Tonight

April 5th, 2010

It wasn’t the blossoming sunset that stunned me so much;
not the orange-red flower opening across the sky, nor the orb of shimmering gas;
not the petals of fire sprinkled over the waves;
not the ocean swallowing it all.

It was in the mirror I saw majesty,
a burst of glory passes, I nearly missed.

It was my youngest son Connor I saw in the side-view mirror, an adolescent with a collection of processing-disorders. (Corpus Collosun  Norton-34, I’m told.) I saw him tenderly walking on stones with bare feet. His arms were raised and waving as he kept his balance on tip-toes. His hands held and waved shoes in the air.

“What a knuckle-head,” I thought fondly. “My son.”

My sweet knucklehead.

A van passed Connor, backed-up, and a rear door opened. Justin, my great college disciple, jumped out and hoisted Connor like a bag over his shoulders and disappeared into the van. I kept staring when it was an empty dust cloud. I was frozen inside the beauty of God. I nearly missed it.

The exploding colors ahead and the dust cloud in the side mirror left His fingerprints in my heart. What pierced me deeply was a flash of compassion for a silly, barefoot boy.

Insane Resentments

The power that surrounds us! Who could live without God’s kindness? How many times we miss it. Worse yet, how many times we see only a dust cloud and dismiss God’s compassion, or worse yet, lash back because it still isn’t enough compassion?

This is not trite. Some burdened with ingratitude stumble into a dark pit and may never escape, so deep is the despair:

Because they neither acknowledged God nor gave thanks, God turned them over… Romans 1:26

Worlds are created, orbits set, and the heart is encircled with resentments. They swirl and collide and form complex insanity. “What is happening to us?”  we ask each other. “Our humanity is dying,” we respond, secretly.

Is it really so difficult to give thanks to God?

God “turned them over” to the gravity of aloneness. Drifting from God is hope diminishing and disorder increasing. It is random collisions of hearts choked by resentment, creating more resentment. So ugly are resentments, nobody dares advertise them, nobody warns, then unsuspecting others taste the poison. Pass it on.

Yes, this is insanity. Poison bred among unreal demands and ignorant demands, God says. We may disagree, but our view is clouded. Who dares question the reality of their own resentments? Quite the opposite, resentments obsess us whenever we dare consider them. Obsessions with unreal, ignorant demands. So useless, so insane.

Beautiful Gratitude

But God never lets go without leaving fingerprints inside the heart—a memory, a moment, a good cause for hope in Him. Mostly He touches the world through His Body. That community is where a selfish, lost pagan named Justin was transformed into a compassionate heart towards an irrelevant boy named Connor. I see it all the time: “the older will serve the younger,” God said.1 It isn’t by chance, it isn’t natural, but it is His beauty at work cleaning poisoned hearts.

The Body of Christ

There is a young girl in our ministry who recently opened her heart to Jesus. When I met her I was overwhelmed by her story so filled with tragedy it was impossible to grasp. But it was her thankfulness that stunned my heart.

Her tragedy made TV news. A judge was compelled to put her and five siblings up for adoption when neighbors complained and Children Services discovered the neglect and squalor of these suffering children. The children were compensating, with the older ones caring for the young, but of course it wasn’t nearly enough.  The state was forced to cut their last threads of love because nobody could adopt so many kids at once.

When their estranged aunt saw the news story, she realized it was her sister’s children. So the aunt with her husband adopted all six children and preserved their last thread of love–their love for one another.

At this point, merely six years old, this little girl made a vital connection with life. She knew this was the kindness of God at work, and she began attending church services whenever she could tag along with someone else. Now in college she tagged along with her Christian roommate to the Identity Project where she found Jesus, the Savior who kept those shattered children together long ago.

Thankfulness prepared her heart. How did she find thankfulness in that station? The answer is beyond my understanding, but I did understand I met a courageous soul when I met her. So many other souls I’ve watched floating into the darkness where resentment thrives!

In my Connor’s young life worlds are forming orbits and circling his heart with thankfulness and hope or fate and bitterness. If can I pass any wealth to Connor, it will be the beauty I saw tonight.

  1. Romans 9:12. A prophecy concerning Israel and Esau, but I use it as a poetic picture of discipleship. []

Jesus Freaks Return to Berkley

March 15th, 2010

Instructions: scroll through the image list, below —  hit the “i” (info) button to read the picture description.

Back to Berkley!

January 28th, 2010
Keith Before

Keith Before

Keith After

Keith After

I owe San Francisco a deep, heart-felt debt: that city was the cauldron (boiling pot) that drove me to smoking weed!

The characters, musicians and revolutionaries working out there fomented a social revolution that was in full swing as I entered High School at my most-vulnerable age. My “older brothers” in the revolution knew what they were doing when they burned American flags and torched the universities, but us High School kids were clueless, and we just did all the drugs! (Well, not me as much as others I know, like Jim Swearingen, below…)

Jim and Bill at our 30th HS reunion - still jamokes (but both got saved & Jim is leading an inner city ministry in Buffalo now).

Jim and Bill at our 30th HS reunion - still jamokes (both got saved & Jim is leading an inner city ministry in Buffalo, believe it or not).

Is it time to pay back a debt to Berkley? Sure, why not?

Christians carry a torch of Revolution far more terrible in its implications (in a sweet way) than any revolution arising from those universities! No, I’m not kidding–read about it at the NeoZine. One favor deserves another… Read the rest of this entry »

Berkley, Here We Come!

December 29th, 2009
Abbey Hoffman

Why do I feel this way when I hear B. McLaren talk about sissy revolution? It's not very nice.

Every so often I run across a cool brother or sister the Lord uses at the most-opportune time to give me a sense of direction. In this case, it was my new friend Lambert Dolphin, from the West Coast, near San Fran.  In a series of correspondances concerning our ambition to incite authentic Christian Revolution to the West Coast (as opposed to that creepy, sissy stuff McLaren & Co. yap about), I wrote to him summarizing my position. His answer was most warm and welcoming.

My Letter to Lambert

My dear brother-in-Christ:

As you probably know, I’m agitating Revolution, and there is much evidence of  our Savior’s kind favor towards this effort. He continues to bring young, gifted, zealous Christian converts to us from among the “Lost Millennial Generation”. I feel such a deep, heart-rending burden to get these rather uneducated (but terribly excited) brothers heading the right direction—heading into “The Fight” rather than away from it. The poison of “Personal Peace and Prosperity Christianity” is so lethal and pervasive among older Christians!

You mentioned earlier that you thought I was an evangelist, and while this is possibly true, the undeniable truth is that I’m an agitator. (Is there such a spiritual gift? I hope so, because I certainly have it, whether it’s a gift or a curse!) I’m afraid I’m the Abbie Hoffman-type (lots of hot & acerbic air), and I need to be surrounded by the Jerry Reubin-types as organizers.

So this is why we must come to Berkley and foment Revolution. And I think Our Savior is grieved about Berkley and the darkness surrounding it.

And so Lambert responds:

Howdy Keith,

Back in the late 1930s my mom got her first washing machine. It had a rotary, vertical agitator that worked fine on small loads but bogged way down on coveralls and heavy stuff.

Yes, churches DO need Agitators like you. But the situation is so bad I wonder if small foot-ball sized nuclear bombs might be more effective? That might reveal the black hole at the center of a good many congrtegations?

The polarization in the Church of Laodicea these days is amazing to me. Jesus is outside knocking. He would like to be invited in. Many of the Lord’s closest followers are also outside the assemblies just as Jesus is.

This seems to me to be paving the way for the final form of the church—the harlot church of Revelation 17. For the first time, Jesus tells his followers to just plain leave.

Not all churches are Laodicean of course. Churches like the other six depicted in Rev. 2-3 are to be found in the world around us as well.

The folks I know in Laodicean churches have a vague sense of stress and distress, but little awareness of the huge changes in the world scene which started happening about a year ago.

By all means Agitate! I think the reality is that only a remnant of professing Christians in this country is serving our Lord in such a way that the Spirit is breaking into the world through these people.

I listened to Dallas Willard’s Q&A sessions in Menlo Park at least three times with great interest, http://mppc.org/toughquestions. He is a prof of philosophy at USC and is used to faculty members students. He talks about the near-total ignorance of what the Bible says, or our need to read it all, and to begin to act on what we hear. “If you plan to go to heaven, go now,” he says.

It seems to me that God is still very much retraining evil in the world. What we see is more really ugly stuff breaking loose through around the edges, but I think most people live in denial of the “wrath that is to come.” Movie attendance is way up. The people I know who are surviving economically are usually keeping a low profile. Times like these make more and more of the Bible appropriate, timely, applicable but hearing truth and not acting on truth, leaves one worse off than before.

It is nice to hear from you my brother. I think there are several subjects I wanted to bring up, but right at the moment I can’t think of them.

Shalom,

Lambert

Billy Graham, 1949
“When God gets ready to shake America, He may not take the Ph.D. and the D.D. God may choose a country boy …
God may choose the man that no one knows, a little nobody, to shake America for Jesus Christ in this day, and I pray that He would!”

And Then?

So Lambert then proceeds to give me some contacts and further instructions on how to establish a beachhead there at Berkley. I am most-earnest in my prayers that something very concrete and wonderful will come of all this!