“It’s Just Business”?

12/11/19

I can’t think of anything more offensive to God than the all-too-common slogan “It’s just business.” Someone may respond back: “Well, what about saying ‘I don’t believe in God’?” True, existential atheism is a problem. However, treating people unjustly is an offense to God’s character; it’s practical atheism, in that one could be a believer and yet be denying God by his lifestyle. The justification of faulty moral reasoning such as “because I can do it, therefore, I should do it” is the perfect recipe for manipulation, avarice, and selfishness. It justifies all kinds of creative scandals that set themselves up against the heart of God. Common examples come to mind like Enron, WorldCom, Barings Bank, insider trading, college admissions scandals, ad nauseum. Money making opportunities were created to bless both parties involved without creating unfair advantages. Think of all the relationships that could be blessed if we did business the right way (God’s way): employers and employees, landlords and tenants, bankers and members, merchants and customers, doctors and patients, lawyers and defendants, superintendents and teachers, artisans and buyers, politicians and publicans, priests and parishioners. Treating each other with justice–right actions–is God’s way of securing wellbeing, wholeness, and (objective) happiness for everyone. This is accomplished by seeking FIRST the kingdom of God, which includes the blessings we seek. But when we seek first our own kingdom and (subjective) happiness, we perpetuate brokenness (injustices) and reap the relational destruction (unrighteousness) we sow. Make no mistake: injustice and unrighteousness is an affront to a holy and just God. Today, ethics of business and politics have become synonymous with Machiavellianism–manipulation for personal gain. That is, God’s original system of ensuring prosperity for ALL has been warped into–the other offensive tagline–“the end justifies the means.” It’s no wonder people are turning to communism. 121019

11/5/24

Kernels of gold sowed in sweat. Embodied husks designed to protect. Multicolored grain, a heavenly harvest. The plague in the Garden— one locust started— the Reaper ransoms to forget.   A rotted ear only hears the screams of its own dissection, an eternity of introspection. Rows of corn restless with guilt. The cup of wrath…

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10/18/24

Christmas for Ginny has always been the most important day of the year. It’s a magical day when anything is possible, like the unprecedented miracle of God taking on human form; it’s when a supernatural star led the Magi to the infant God-man, lying helplessly in a symbolic feeding trough; and it’s when men met God face-to-Face in a humble manger to worship him and feed from him. Ginny loves Christmas for both its majestic beauty and historical truth. She understands, however, that this sacred day has been tainted with folklore and commercialism, but experience and wisdom enable her to see these gilded traditions as a way to bridge the gap between the sacred and the profane. For Ginny, a gift for someone special on Christmas is a reminder of the greatest Gift ever given. So naturally Ginny wants to give Brad something special for Christmas. But she, too, finds herself without two pennies to rub together. Then, suddenly, an idea flashes across her mind that makes her eyes water, feeling the internal warmth that comes with giving wholeheartedly.

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10/17/24

Ten years ago, my parents, Robert and Sheila, were killed in a car accident on Christmas Day. A head on collision with a drunk driver took them away from me. It turned out that both front airbags were defective. They were coming back from looking at Christmas lights. My seven-year-old daughter was in the back seat. She was not wearing her seatbelt. She was thrown from the wreckage. She died instantly.

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