Why have so many of the non-readers at my high school read Twilight?  How come the aprons in the 1800s were all made from calico prints? Why do some Christians believe that Obama is the anti-Christ?

In his bestselling book The Tipping Point (2000), Malcolm Gladwell explores the parallels between ideas and viruses. He uses an epidemiological motif to promote his thesis—that human behavior is shaped suddenly and powerfully by viral influences in their communities. If ideas are viruses, then my proximity to both Christian skepticism and Christian trendiness is bringing me dangerously close to getting the flu.

I’m going to admit something very honest. My Christian faith has suffered from my chronic reading, interfacing, and networking this past year. I'm rather shocked by this. I thought I was doing myself some good by jumping into the conversation. I’m not talking about the good and beautiful result of knowing all sorts of people. I’m not talking about exposure to new ideas, or being challenged to examine the credibility of my beliefs. But I’m suffering from some information inflammation—the relentless sound bytes, articles, videos, jokes, books, concepts, marketing, and opinions that my spiritual antibodies must filter every day. I don’t think my soul was designed for this much discernment.

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“Wait a minute,” you might be saying.  I thought I just read this post.  Actually, you read that post.

My wife, Anna, went on a Women’s Retreat this weekend with our church, and before she left, she asked me to return a half gallon of milk she bought last week.  She said that she had purchased the milk before realizing it was set to expire the following day.  She called the store to see if she could make an exchange, and they said that would be fine.

So I went to the store on Sunday afternoon to make the exchange.  I explained the situation to the woman at the Customer Service counter, and she told me to go ahead and pick out a new carton.  After asking for directions, I headed back to the dairy section.  But when I picked up the replacement carton and checked the expiration date, I noticed it was the same as the one I was returning:  4/4/10.

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I like the show the Office. I like Rainn Wilson who plays Dwight Schrute. He is hilarious. I like Oprah. But I can't stand the false doctrine that Oprah and Rainn promote.  

I wrote my book, Why Trust Jesus? and the book co-authored with Josh McDowell, "O" God for Christians!  Sadly, some of my peers have bought into a "social gospel" so much that we often feel apathetic to speak out against religious pluralism.  The Baha'i faith that Rainn holds to may seem open minded and inclusive, but in reality is very exclusive. For example, teachers of the Baha'i faith deny the doctrine of the Trinity. They are "intolerant" of it.

Now, in my book, I commend Oprah for reaching out to the poor. That's a good work. James, in chapter one, refers to taking care of orphans and widows as "pure religion." But religion is not the "gospel" and it won't take anyone into heaven. The so-called "New Spirituality" and pantheistic books that Oprah has endorses like Eckart Tolle's The Power of Now and Rhonda Byrne's The Secret are selling just as much as the books of New Atheists. We might not watch her show, but this woman has influence.  Watch this video of Oprah and Rainn Wilson (aka Dwight Schute), If you were sitting in a chair next to Oprah, how would you respond? What would you ask her? How would you present the true Gospel?

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Thursday, late afternoon.

Downtown Minneapolis.

Nichollet Avenue and 5^th.

Lite-Rail Station.

Clear sky, cold air.

Credit card in hand.

Ticket machine.

Credit card doesn’t work.

Thinking the machine is broken.

Step back.

Woman buys a ticket.

Man buys a ticket.

Train arrives.

Credit card back in wallet.

Board the train.

Sit and work.

Bag falls over as the train lurches.

Setting sunlight streams in the windows.

Exit the train.

Check my pockets for wallet and phone.

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Maybe I’m wholly alone in what I am about to write here. Maybe I quit playing baseball too early and coached only those who are too young.

In a “meaningless” spring training game on Thursday, San Francisco Giants pitcher Barry Zito, normally a deeply philosophical former Cy Young Award winner, drilled Milwaukee Brewers first baseman Prince Fielder in the back. It was not an accident.

You see, it comes to this. Last September, when the games did count and the Brewers and Giants were involved in a wild card chase, Fielder hit a walk-off home run against the Giants. Only Fielder’s teammates didn’t walk off. They fell down.

In a preconceived celebration, Fielder rounded the bases and jumped with his 270-pound frame on home plate. At that moment, his waiting teammates all fell over backward, like bowling pins struck down at the hand of Tom Smallwood (now there’s a guy with a narrative!).

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So maybe you have seen this, but during breakfast today with my kids this little song came on featuring Jason Mraz, Elmo and the need to “open up the doors and go outside.” 

 

I have written on this in other places, but to me the heart of environmentalism is the realization that nature connects us to the heart and attributes of God.

 

This is a great little expression of that in a format my kids just loved.

Yesterday, as I made some phone calls to a couple different friends, a verse was brought to my attention a couple different times (and also through an excellent blog by John Barry "Worry is Like a Dancing Bear").  This verse has been a favorite of mine for quite some time, but this morning I went back and read it again.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear.  Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?  Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they?  And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?...indeed your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things.  But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  So do not worry aobut tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own.  Today’s trouble is enough for today.”  (Matthew 6:25-34)

Looking back a bit farther in Matthew 6 we find “The Lord’s Prayer.”  In it, there is the phrase, “give us this day our daily bread.”  

Today, as I sit and write, I can hear the birds singing outside.  They sing in an outside where it has been cold and dark and dead for the last several months here in Idaho.  Now, we are beginning to see signs of life.  We are beginning to see some new green grass grow, and some buds peeking out of branches.  The sun has been out for several days and we have played outside.

The birds of the air are taken care of even through winter.  In the life of my family, we have experienced a winter.  But, God has been so faithful to provide us daily bread, gently bringing us along through the winter to a place where we can see some light and growth as we feel we are nearing the spring.

We do not know what God has in store for each of our lives.  However, we do know that we can trust this one who is so faithful to provide for our needs, bringing daily bread, and taking care of our needs.  

Dear God, let us not forget the winters in our lives, and let us not forget your magnificent provisions that are more than we can ask or imagine.  Forgive us of our worrying and fretting.  Let us remember these times, and be an instrument of grace to others as they traverse through winters.  Amen.

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I’ve determined there are three effective methods of getting widespread attention: death, blasphemy, and public nudity.

David Blaine and Harry Houdini, generations apart, capitalized on our fear of death by flirting with it during dangerous stunts, and in 1999 (long before Paranormal Activity made grainy realism super-scary), the marketing geniuses for Blair Witch Project pretended to release real life footage of young people being murdered in the forest. Of course, if Jimmy Hoffa or Tupac were to rise from the dead tomorrow, that might be the best stunt ever.

The death trick always works, but blasphemy gets equal press, as Salman Rushdie knows too well.  Lindsay Lohan and her Christ-ish photograph (complete with crown of thorns and arms outstretched) or Madonna’s now-classic blending of Catholic imagery and eroticism are cheap stunts that cost the public millions in itunes and tabloid subscriptions.

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My recent debate with James Corbett on the topic, "Is God the Best Explanation for Moral Values?", has generated quite a stir. A number of people from various backgrounds and beliefs have chimed in with their thoughts, including a popular atheist blogger, a Christian science-fiction writer, a Christian postmodernist, the "Apologetics Junkie," and the Saddleback College paper (the debate was held at Saddleback College).

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I just finished a book. It’s called The War of Art, which is not to be mistaken with Sun Tzu’s The Art of War. Author Steven Pressfield is a former marine, so there is a sense of warring alluded in the book, but nothing that will compel you to dust off your Risk board game. And not that many people want to play Risk anyway.

Okay, back to my point. There’s a captivating line from the book that reads, “Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.” If you want me to fully comprehend the whole notion of Resistance, I would suggest you buy the book, but basically, Resistance is the thing that stops you from releasing your creative work.

During a snow day I had last week, I was faced with many options. Shovel, sled, sleep, schlep, surf the Internet and many other activities that may or may not start with the letter S. The one thing I found hardest to do was “silence” the day. My Resistance was the inability to just get quiet, soak in the moment for more than a moment and actually ask God, “What’s up?”

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