What Kind of Christian Message Are You Sending Others?

It was the kind of behavior that made us angry, and embarrassed Christians.

On our return flight from Seattle, where we spent ten heavenly days visiting our twenty-something cherubs, my husband had an encounter with the woman occupying an exit-row seat next to him. She had the middle seat, while her husband languished at the window. My husband relished extending his six-foot, one-inch frame in the aisle seat. I, however, was enjoying life in first class, where my selfless spouse had deposited me after cashing in one of his bucket full of available upgrades.

As the other passengers boarded the plane, the woman’s controlling personality immediately emerged.

During boarding, a flight attendant made an announcement that the plane had the new, roomier overhead luggage compartments. Fliers were instructed to put their luggage in them wheels first and then turn the bags sideways, so they rested on their sides. That allowed for more bags to be placed in each compartment—side-by-side.

 

There were two problems: The announcement was made only once, so not all of the passengers heard him; and I think most of the boarding fliers were so pre-occupied with finding their seats that they only half-heard, or half-understood the instructions.

But never fear! My husband’s eagle-eyed row mate appointed herself the luggage compartment-inserter inspector and corrected every passenger’s improper loading technique within her crosshairs. After a half-dozen such instructions, my husband said, “It’s okay. I think it’ll get worked out.” To which she vehemently disagreed. He repeated himself more firmly and told her the flight attendant would make sure it would be done correctly. After all, that is one of their jobs. She quieted down but was not pleased.

She went back to her big Bible, which she had pulled out and opened up to read as soon as she sat down. Her husband was busy reading his Bible too. Chris couldn’t tell if he was oblivious to her behavior or trying to ignore it.

Then, during the special instruction time all exit-row occupants must receive per FAA regulations—where the attendant asks each of you whether or not you would be able to assist in the event the doors need to be opened and are willing to help others exit the plane, this woman brushed off the flight attendant trying to get her attention with a dismissive hand wave, so she could stay focused on her Bible.

 

To get this Bible-reading woman’s attention, the attendant had to lean across my husband and get in the woman’s face and sternly say, “No, you’re going to stop what you’re doing right now and pay attention to me and give me a response, or I’m going to have you move to another seat.”

The woman harrumphed in irritation but complied.

Then, not long after takeoff, she reached up and turned off my husband’s air conditioning vent. After several seconds of stunned silence, he said, “That’s my air vent.”

The woman practically sneered at him, as she replied, “No, it’s not.”

“Oh, yes, yes, it is. You see,” my husband pointed to each vent as he said, “this one is mine and you have one and your husband has one. You can control yours.” He reached back up and swiveled the air nozzle to open.

This woman’s domineering behavior would not be suppressed. She reached up and shut of my husband’s vent again. My husband has a fuse a mile long, but he’d had enough. He leaned over and said in his most authoritative tone: “If you do that again, I’m going to call the flight attendant.”

Clearly unaccustomed to people standing up for themselves, she leaned back and responded with an elongated, exaggerated “Welll!”

But the air vent stayed on, and Chris rode home in comfort, with no additional problems from the Bible-reading row mate.

 

Until just prior to landing in Phoenix, when the Bible reader patted my husband’s arm and said, “You just don’t understand how we choose to live.”

My husband grinned. “Oh, you’d be surprised.”

Her mouth flew open.

 

Unfortunately, this isn’t the first sorry interaction we’ve had with self-righteous Bible readers. We have plenty of stories just like it on our bad behavior examples list. That kind of behavior—and worse—drove our two boys away from gathering together in weekly worship at a congregation, and still keeps them away. They could no longer stand the hypocrisy within the church doors. I don’t know if they’ll ever go back.

 

It angers me.

 

Now, this woman might not have been a Christian. She might have been a Jehovah’s Witness. They’re notorious for carrying their Bibles with them wherever they go, making them visible, and spending every available moment reading them together. They don’t usually have much friendly interaction with those around them, either, unless they have to.

Or they might have been Mormon, but the Mormons are usually the friendliest, most polite apples in the barrel, so I’m going to guess they weren’t Joseph Smith devotees.

 

I’m going to sigh, and guess that they count themselves as true believers and the woman as someone who needs to control everyone else to feel in control. I can only imagine how she’s kept her husband and kids in line.

It’s a lesson to all of us to follow Paul’s admonitions to:

  • Err on the side of love;
  • Consider others as more important than yourself;
  • Be slow to speak, slow to anger; and, as Jesus said,
  • Be as sly as a serpent but as harmless as a dove.

 

Of course, I could fill pages with other Biblical instructions that say pretty much the same thing: Remember the One you represent, be filled with the Spirit (love, joy, patience, peace, long-suffering, etc.), and do not grieve the Holy Spirit by your words or actions.

Certainly, we can’t all be patient and perfect at all times, but it’s a lesson to all of us Christ-followers that others are watching, and so is the Lord.

Be careful that you don’t do anything that might bring shame upon Him, or drive others away from Him.

 

But there are other things about this that niggle at me:

Why does it always seem to be the women that are the most controlling? Where did we learn such behavior, who taught it to us, and why do we feel a need to be that way?

Thoughts to consider and make a personal evaluation on.

 

Hope you’re enjoying your summer! We’re breathlessly awaiting the monsoon rains here in the Southwest. The clouds are building, so we should be enjoying heat relief soon!

Until next week,

Andrea

“Certainly there was an Eden….We all long for it, and we are constantly glimpsing it.” —J.R.R. Tolkien

How to Avoid Becoming a Lazy Eagle

I’m on holiday right now, enjoying some welcome respite with my beloved and two sons. As the Southwest desert heat sores to a miserable level this time of year, I—as well as many other Southwest dwellers—find some way to escape it, as we anxiously await the July, August and early September monsoon rains that nourish our parched home and bring relief to our lives.

We did get a wonderful, early monsoon prelude last Monday, though, when an unexpected thunderstorm cooled the temperature and lightened our hearts. We’re hoping this year’s monsoon bring s much moisture.

 

The Lazy Eagle—

I did want to share with you this parable an acquaintance sent me a few months ago. As you read it, think about how much like the lazy eagle you might be right now in your life.

 

“The king of a village was gifted two small beautiful eagles by one of his assistants. The two eagles were immediately handed to a very well-known trainee to teach them the art of soaring very high, and several months later, the trainee came back to the king and said, “One of the eagles is now soaring very high in the sky, while the other one still sits on the branch of a large oak tree and never leaves the tree.”

The King called all birds’ specialists in the village to coax the eagle to leave the branch, but none of them succeeded. Then, an idea came to his mind to seek the advice of a wise man who lived in the far corner of the village. The next morning, the king saw the eagle flying happily, and when he asked the wise man what he did to make the eagle fly, the man said, “I simply broke the branch where the eagle has been sitting.”

 

– We find ourselves sitting on the branches of fear, hesitation, and unwilling to change in just the same way. Unless we break such negative branches within us, we’ll never discover the tremendous energy that enables us to soar very high in the open sky of success.

 

Meditations—

Are you like this eagle right now, fearful, hesitant and unwilling to change to make your life better, prosperous or more fulfilling?

Does anger, pain, past hurts, or self-doubt hamper your courage or focus, holding you back from achieving your God-given potential?

 

Remedies—

Take some time to get out of your regular (comfortable or stuck) element, to think, to day dream, to make notes about what you’d like to accomplish, and why you think you haven’t, can’t or won’t. Jot down your thoughts. Keep them simple. Become more self-aware. As we move forward this summer, we’ll do more exploring on how we can overcome our lazy eagle habits and mindset and get off that branch we’ve attached ourselves to!

 

But next Monday I’ll be winging my way back home, so Meditation Mondays will pick up again July 1.

 

Until then,

Enjoy your first official days of summer!

Andrea

“Certainly there was an Eden….We all long for it, and we are constantly glimpsing it.” —J.R.R. Tolkien

How to Make the Most Out of Life (Part 1)

A recent Guideposts magazine story (June/July 2019) talks about what’s important for a happy fulfilling life in your senior season of life: mental stimulation, spiritual nourishment, financial stability and good friends.

But my question is: why wait until the senior season of your life to pursue, seek out and enjoy those life components?

Aren’t they critical for a satisfying, well-balanced life in every season of life?

 

How did we get to this point?

I believe all of these components are critical and that only since the Industrial Age and now the Technology Age have we managed to compartmentalize ourselves in such a way that our life scales are thrown out of whack.

 

What quality of life do you have if you don’t have mental stimulation, spiritual nourishment, financial stability and good friends to share joys, pain and laughter?

 

Mental stimulation—

Some of us our over-stimulated mentally by our work schedules and job demands. To prove that truth, work or job “burn out” has recently become an official medical diagnosis. It isn’t always our fault—technology and a company’s demands that the employee always be connected, reachable and ridiculously overloaded—fuels the depression and burn out pattern. I really think employees need to start pushing back on that one, or do some serious self-analysis on how important that job or career is to them.

Plenty of millenials are doing just that—choosing to ditch the nine-to-five-plus rat race and opt for a richer, more stress-free life and fewer belongings. Kudos to them for prioritizing a little better than our generation or generations before us have.

 

Spiritual nourishment—

At any season of life we need spiritual nourishment. Study after study shows that people who worship regularly in a corporate setting and indicate they have a religious affiliation are happier and more satisfied with life. They also have better connections with others and are healthier mentally.

Unfortunately, this is an area many younger people have abdicated, adopting the erroneous belief that religious life is unnecessary, or eschewing church-going as old fashioned or believers too hypocritical.

I say they should get involved and be the instruments of compassion, kindness, and change they want to see. I believe they will eventually pay a steep price for abdicating this critical life component.

 

Financial stability—

Honestly, due to economic ups and downs and unpredictability, I’m not sure financial “stability” is ever achievable. But good goals are to always live below your means, within your means, save all you can, spend all you can, and give away all you can. And to live as debt-free as you possibly can. Being, and feeling like a slave to a lender is physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausting and depressing.

The common adage is that older adults live on a “fixed income.” But most people I know live on a fixed income of some sorts throughout their lives, unless they’re salespeople that depend on sales quotas, or company managers that enjoy yearly bonuses based on company performances.

Otherwise, you get the same paycheck week after week after week. And then maybe you get a raise. Even seniors get a yearly social security raise every year, even though it’s tiny and usually swallowed up by apartment or housing rent that increases accordingly.

 

Good friends—

How many good friends do you have? I mean really good friends. Not just friendly co-workers, classmates or acquaintances, but people with whom you can share your deepest thoughts?

People you can pray with, people who pray for you. The ones you can call in an emergency and who will be there for you.

 

I’m working on the friend component this week.

I’m visiting a friend who was by my side as we raised our children together. I was heartbroken when her husband transferred to a new job in a new state, MANY miles away, but I was determined to keep our friendship nurtured in spite of the physical distance that now spreads between us.

I didn’t want to allow our friendship to dissolve into infrequent text messaging or once-a-year Christmas card sending, so, as soon as they moved into their sprawling new home, (lots of bedrooms and no kids left at home), I told her to get the guest room ready for me to visit. Lucky me, she was happy to comply! (And I bought the airline ticket before my pragmatic brain told me no.)

 

And Chris and I did some friend nurturing Memorial Day weekend, too.

For my naturally-introverted husband, socializing can be taxing and stressful. To re-energize, he likes to spend time alone, or with just me, doing something we enjoy together, or just sitting on the couch enjoying Friday night movie time.

I, on the other hand, swing from lets-have-a-PARTY! extrovert, to I-desperately-need-some-time-alone, to hovering between the two extremes. Sometimes I re-energize through crowds and people contact; and sometimes I just have to be alone.

So when I expressed to Chris my desire to pack duffel bags and head 500 miles west to celebrate our friends’ daughter’s wedding, I didn’t exactly get a rousing “Yahoo!” response from him. I pretty much told him that I’d already replied with a yes. After several weeks of wrapping his brain around it, he warmed up to the idea.

And we had a blast!

Of course, I threw in a surprise two days post-wedding for us to spend on the beach in San Diego, not far from where we lived in a 32-foot fifth-wheel trailer when our older son was born. It was a walk down memory lane. And he couldn’t stop thanking me for both the wedding enjoyment followed by relaxing, no-stress down time. He returned home rejuvenated and happy. We both got the best of our own worlds!

 

I’m doing this trip alone, for some serious girl time. My friend says she has the week scheduled with outings, hiking, sightseeing, swim, sun and rest time.

 

The engineer and I have a couple other trips planned for this summer, to nurture our relationship and the family ties. Yes, taking them is going to cost us more than a financial counselor would advise us to spend, but we’re banking on the relationship, love building and joy out-weighing the financial burden.

 

Great motto to guide your life—

As John Wesley advised: Gain all you can, save all you can, give all you can.

I think it’s pretty wise advise for life investment.

I’m just praying my trip East doesn’t come with tornadoes!

 

How about you?

What friendships will you nurture this summer?

 

Until next week,

Blessings,

Andrea

“Certainly there was an Eden….We all long for it, and we are constantly glimpsing it.” —J.R.R. Tolkien

Andrea Arthur Owan is an award-winning inspirational writer, fitness pro and chaplain. She writes and works to help people live their best lives—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

Memorial Day—Remembering (and Thanking) a Great-great Grandfather

Life in the Owan household has been tumultuous the past couple of weeks. Confronting my 97-year-old mother’s cognitive decline has been eye-opening and heartbreaking. What makes it even more difficult is that her personality is contributing to the, well, difficulty of managing her care.

But through it all, God has been faithful to provide, sustain, quiet our hearts and provide a path. It is amazing and humbling to see how He has orchestrated the process and provided extra measures of faith, trust, strength and peace. Yes. PEACE!

And today I am enjoying peace and a respite with my beloved after celebrating a wedding and gathering with old, dear friends.

Yet even though I am enjoying the respite of walking along the seashore, feasting on the predictable and soothing rhythm of undulating and crashing waves, my thoughts have been drawn back to the men and women who have given their all—their precious lives—for my country.

And one of those men was a great-great grandfather of mine who wore Union blue, lined up as an Ohio serviceman, and died on some bloody battlefield and is buried somewhere in some state east of the Mississippi.

He fought to save our union. Our Union, which, thank the Almighty, was spared.

Did he get “just one more hug and kiss” from his wife before he marched off or boarded the troop transport train? Did the family envision him alive even though he was no longer? How many months limped by before the heartbreaking death notice was received? Did his family have to peer at some deceased list posted on a main square building, or listen to names read aloud from a list.

Did he promise unequivocally to return to them?

Dear God, how did the family survive after his death?

They must have survived, because my mother is a product of their survival.

This day—Memorial Day—is for his memory and others just like him, killed on home or foreign soil. Lives all sacrificed for freedom and our way of life. To preserve our democratic republic.

All the thousands of men and women who have made the ultimate sacrifice so that I can stroll peacefully along a beautiful beach and enjoy living without looking over my shoulder.

Thank you, great-great grandfather, and all of you who stood and fell beside him!

Don’t ever forget them.

Andrea

Perhaps Today! Actively (and Expectantly) Awaiting Jesus’ Return

I’m a mug junkie. I have mugs overflowing around our house. Mugs in the cupboards. Mugs on a special shelf in our solarium-breakfast room. I even had my husband add another shelf to one of our kitchen cabinets to accommodate all of them. The cabinet right above the coffee maker. The cabinet stuffed with mugs, tea, and coffee-making supplies. It’s gotten to be a family joke.

I don’t remember when I started “collecting” them. I had a few mugs scattered around, special ones I’d picked up at seminars, (with conference logos and company promo material), national park mugs, and mugs from Hawaii with our Anglicized-Hawaiian names on them. But when I gave up collecting vacation-spot T-shirts, I gravitated toward mugs, which are much more difficult to haul home (unbroken) in a suitcase!

Now I have “retired” mugs on display on a special shelf, the ones I don’t want to break or wear down any longer through usage; and the noteworthy cracked ones I can’t bear to part with. And I have several secreted away that no one else is allowed to use but me. The mugs given as extra-special gifts, or the ones that remind me of sweet times Chris and I have spent together at some charming Bed and Breakfast.

But there’s one mug I’ve never used. It’s been prominently displayed on my writing desk for over 25 years. The blue marble-look mug I received after donating to a well-known ministry. The words on it remind me of something I should keep forefront in my mind. Every day. Words especially appropriate for this month when we celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord.

Perhaps Today!

 

Can you guess what those words reference?

They’re a reminder that our Lord will return one day. They’re a hope that perhaps today will be that glorious day—when He’ll return, subdue the earth, vanquish his foes, and lift up and resurrect the faithful.

 

Jesus’ Second Coming—

Of course, not everyone believes He will return. And not everyone harbors the hope within his or her heart that He will. Some are terrified it might be true.

 

I thought about my “Perhaps Today!” mug when reading a chapter from Max Lucado’s book And the Angels Were Silent: The Final Week of Jesus. Reading that book has been my Lenten practice nearly every year the last 23 years.

The particular chapter that brought the mug to mind is titled “Be Ready.” The verse associated with the chapter is Matthew 24:42:

 

“So always be ready, because you don’t know the day your Lord will come.”

 

It’s a winsome (and stark) reminder that being ready for His return is a way of life. A critical one.

Jesus’ Last Sermon on Earth—

In his book, Lucado examines what Jesus says and does (and doesn’t say and do) the last week of His earthly life. It’s a lesson—when time and distractions are stripped away—on what’s important. This particular chapter looks at the topic of Jesus’ last sermon.

What would you think a last-sermon topic would be? Like Lucado, we’d probably preach on love, or family, or church attendance, ministry support. Spreading the Gospel. Doing good and being good. Marching for some social justice issue.

But Jesus focuses on something He evidently believes is far more important.

He focuses on being prepared.

Or, as Lucado bluntly puts it:

 

“He preached on being ready for heaven and staying out of hell.”

 

Hell. Now there’s a word many recoil at. “Does anyone believe in hell anymore?” you might ask.

Jesus is a firm believer in it. If you haven’t tallied up the numbers, He talked about hell and money more than anything else while He was on earth.

But it’s become a passé or quaint subject. An idea reserved for the undereducated or simple-minded. As Lucado points out:

 

“We don’t like to talk about hell, do we? In intellectual circles the topic of hell is regarded as primitive and foolish. It’s not logical. ‘A loving God wouldn’t send people to hell.’ So we dismiss it.

But to dismiss it is to dismiss a core teaching of Jesus. The doctrine of hell is not one developed by Paul, Peter, or John. It is taught by Jesus himself.

And to dismiss it is to dismiss much more. It is to dismiss the presence of a loving God and the privilege of a free choice.”

 

And that’s the point: we all have a free choice. To choose heaven or hell. And God will honor what we choose.

 

Where will you choose to spend eternity?

God talks a lot about what we’ll gain by going to heaven, how we can get there, and what consequences we face if we choose poorly.

And that leaves me with one more point Lucado made. An ironclad argument against this idea that there is a heaven but no opposite place—hell—in existence.

 

“To reject the dualistic outcome of history and say there is no hell leaves gaping holes in any banner of a just God. To say there is not hell is to say God condones the rebellious, unrepentant heart. To say there is no hell is to portray God will eyes blind to the hunger and evil in the world. To say there is no hell is to say that God doesn’t care that people are beaten and massacred, that he doesn’t care that women are raped or families wrecked. To say there is no hell is to say God has no justice, no sense of right and wrong, and eventually to say God has no love. For true love hates evil.

Hell is the ultimate expression of a just Creator.”

 

I’ll add one more thought: If there is no hell, why would Jesus have to endure humiliation, abandonment, torture, and a cruel Roman cross to provide a way for us to enter and enjoy heaven? Was that all just one big wasted event?

Surprisingly, staying out of hell and making the choice for Him and an eternal life in heaven, is the same topic he preached on during His first sermon.

He constantly warned people to be prepared. He focused on the subject the last week of His life, three short days before His death.

 

And I believe it’s a subject we need to return to today. Not by standing on street corners with signs, pointing angry fingers at people and shouting at them through angry, twisted lips and with blazing eyes that they’re headed for doom.

I think it’s something we need to continue talking about in a loving, firm way. With hearts of concern for the rejecters or uncommitted. As I’ve heard pastors say, “If you saw someone in a burning building, wouldn’t you try to do everything you could to save them? Or would you just walk by and say, ‘Oh well?'”

 

I know many think we believers-in-hell are feeble-minded, duped, or downright nuts. But that’s okay with me. I’d rather it weren’t true; I’d like to believe that God just says, “Okay. I’m going to let everyone into heaven, even if they’ve rejected me. Or just annihilate them so they’ll never know what they’re missing. That’s a belief to which many faithful are now subscribing. It just sounds nicer.

But I can’t have it my way. I don’t make the rules. God does. And I don’t think He would have spent so much time warning against it if it were just some big cosmic joke. A “just kidding” discussion.

 

What to do while we’re waiting—

Does looking forward to His second coming mean I do nothing but twiddle my thumbs until it happens? Many people that laugh at us, thinking that’s what we’re do.

But when I think “Perhaps Today!” my looking forward to it in anticipation should drive me closer to preparation, being found busy and active, as Jesus instructs us to be. Doing His work down here, like a faithful ambassador, until He returns.

So, along with the “Perhaps Today” thought, I try to start every day with a Jewish adage I learned some years ago: “Rise up like a lion in the service of the Lord.”

You never know when or at what hour you might be called. You might as well be busy during the waiting and anticipation process.

And then it will be too late.

 

May God grant you a happy, expectant “Perhaps Today!” heart as you prepare for the commemoration of His final week, crucifixion and glorious Resurrection, and live every day of your life until He returns!

 

Until next time,

Shalom!

Andrea

“Certainly there was an Eden….We all long for it, and we are constantly glimpsing it.” —J.R.R. Tolkien