Sunday, June 26, 2016

What Clint Eastwood Taught Me About Getting Older - And About Living the Christian Life

Clint Eastwood just turned 86. I still see him young and handsome as Harry Callahan in 1971, with that sharky smile as he looked over the barrel of his .45 – “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?”

Eastwood is more than the iconic Dirty Harry, of course. He is a producer, Oscar winning director, musician, and businessman. At 86 he is weathered and lined, but certainly not at all a frail old man. He could still whisper ominously, "Go ahead, make my day!” and be believable. Especially accompanied by his old friends, Smith and Wesson.

For Clint that means banishing the idea that “your life is finished, you’re too old, all you’ve got is nostalgia.” So he keeps producing and directing movies, and writing music. Living life.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

God in Camouflage

Our church just finished studying the book of Ruth.* One of the great things about this short narrative is that you get to see, from start to finish, a completed work of divine love, guidance,  and redemption. In real time, this usually takes 70 years or more. You can read Ruth in 20 minutes.

In Ruth you experience the invisible hand of God orchestrating events and circumstances, arranging everything to achieve His purposes. But He is God in camouflage. He does not usually reveal Himself, and what we see are secondary causes: people’s choices, famine, the weather. It is only in the big picture that you know He was behind it all.

Monday, June 6, 2016

The Greatest – Reflections on Muhammad Ali and My Dad

I’ve been thinking about my dad lately. Maybe because Father’s Day is coming up, but to tell the truth he is never far from my thoughts. And at the same time the death of Muhammad Ali has been all over the news.

Both men were boxers. Everybody knows Ali was an incredible athlete, Olympic gold medal winner, three-time heavyweight champ.  But of course his influence transcended boxing. He seemed larger than life.

My dad fought Golden Gloves as a young man. I don’t know how many boxing matches he won because, like many men of his generation, he was reluctant to place himself in the spotlight. But as a little kid I prevailed upon him to give me details of some of his exploits.