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Comanche Indians’ Lesson for Modern Christians

American Christians are losing their identity.  This is deeply troubling when you consider that our identity is paramount to who we are and how we live.  Consider that Christ’s earliest followers did not name themselves Christians.  The non-believing world did.

Quanah Parker, the fiercest Comanche of his generation

Early-day believers lived for Christ as “aliens” and “strangers” in the world.  They took seriously the call to live “in the world” but not become “part of it.”  To those watching, this drew the derogatory term, Christian – little Christs.  To the newly branded Christians, this title represented a supreme compliment.  It signified that their unique identity was so manifest to the world that it singled them out and named them.  They were Christ’s and proud of it!

I fear American Christians, by contrast, are working so hard to impress and mimic the world that we are, in turn, losing our identity.  Driven by self-consciousness, striving to emulate the world’s coolness in our lives and worship, we have, by default, surrendered the one thing that makes us unique – our Christ-like identity.

Allow me to highlight a tragic case of identity loss from deep in America’s past – that of the Comanche Indians.  The total destruction of the Comanche’s identity serves as an arrow speeding toward the fate of many American Christians if they don’t take heed.

Of the many tribes in the New World prior to Columbus’ discovery, the Comanches ranked among the lowest and least west of the Mississippi River.  Hailing originally from modern-day Wyoming, they lived in Stone Age squalor.  They were small of stature, poor hunters, and lived a subsistence existence as hunter-gatherers.  Their status and identity, however, were about to change radically.

The Spaniards, having easily conquered and settled giant tracts of South and Central America and modern-day Mexico in the 1500s, pushed their expanding frontier deep into North America.  The foot-bound Indians were no match for horse-mounted Conquistadors.  Inevitably, some of the Spaniards’ rugged ponies escaped and roamed wild across the vast plains.  Their natural affinity for the dry, arid climate was exceeded only by the Comanches’ almost divine marriage with these Spanish horses.

It’s as if God created Comanches for horses.  They captured, broke, bred, trained, and rode horses better than anyone in the world, period.  The first European and American eyewitnesses to the Comanche’s skill with horses were amazed.  Athanase de Mezieres, a Spanish Indian agent described them: “They are so skillful in horsemanship that they have no equal.”  Colonel Richard Dodge led an early expedition that made contact with the Comanches.  He believed them to be the “finest light cavalry in the world, superior to any mounted soldiers in Europe or America.”

A mounted Comanche became an extension of his horse.  Young boys, who received their first horse by five or six years of age, could soon ride at full gallop, reach down, and hoist a grown man from the ground.  George Catlin, a well known chronicler of the west, wrote of a stratagem of war, which was learned and practiced by every young man in the tribe: “He is able to drop his body on the side of his horse at the instant he is passing, effectively screened from his enemies’ weapons, as he lays in a horizontal position behind the body of his horse, with his heel hanging over the horse’s back…In this wonderful condition, he will hang whilst his horse is at fullest speed, carrying with him his bow and shield and also his long lance 14 feet in length.”  In this position, a Comanche warrior could loose twenty arrows from beneath the horse’s neck in the time it took a soldier to load and fire one round from his musket.

A direct descendant of the Conquistadors' horses which transformed Comanche culture

The Comanche’s unique relationship with the horse totally transformed their identity.  Whereas they had previously been a beaten down people in the mountain west, by the time they migrated to the southern plains and forged their newfound relationship with the horse, the Comanche found themselves immeasurably altered as a people.  Historian S.C. Gwynne wrote, “What happened to the tribe between roughly 1625 and 1750 was one of the great social and military transformations in history.  Few nations have ever progressed with such breathtaking speed from the status of skulking pariah to dominant power” (see Gwynne’s excellent book Empire of the Summer Moon).

The transformation was actualized in the hunt for buffalo.  All Plains Indians relied exclusively on the seemingly countless buffalo herds for their total existence.  Prior to the horses’ arrival, buffalo hunting was a frightening, dangerous pursuit of man against massive beast.  The horse tilted the field dramatically in the hunters’ favor.  Mounted Indians could equal the pace of stampeding buffalos and hurl their lances at close range, ducking away to safety at the last minute.

Given the Comanche’s expertise with horses, they quickly ascended to the supreme hunters on the plains.  No other tribe came close.  The distinction defined them.  An individual brave’s status in the tribe was ranked by his success as a hunter.

The Comanche’s dominance as buffalo hunters soon led to a healthy, thriving, and growing population of Comanche Indians.  Nomadic, following the buffalo herds, they hunted a range that extended from northern Mexico to Kansas, encompassing New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma.  Several bands of Comanches, numbering in the tens of thousands, soon ruled the mammoth territory the Spanish named Comancheria.

The inextricable tie between horses and hunting buffalo led to a fundamental change in the economy of the Great Plains: horses became worth more than any other asset.  Leveraging their expertise on horseback, the Comanches attacked the Spaniards and other Indian tribes, stealing horses at will and amassing enormous herds.  Soon, the Comanches were the wealthiest tribe in America.  Gwynne wrote, “It is not uncommon for a Comanche warrior to have one hundred to two hundred mounts, or for a chief to have fifteen hundred.  (A Sioux chief might have forty horses, by comparison).”

George Catlin painted this Comanche village in 1834

Soon, the Comanche’s identity was not just tied to hunting buffalo, but to war.  Now, a brave earned a name for himself and established his standing in the tribe by growing into a strong warrior.  From this point forward, Comanches existed for one reason: to wage battle.  To quote Gwynne: “No tribe in the history of the Spanish, French, Mexican, Texan, and American occupations of this land had ever caused so much havoc and death.  None was even a close second.”

Another author noted, “They were so masterful at war and so skillful with their arrows and lances that they stopped the northern drive of colonial Spain from Mexico and halted the French expansion westward from Louisiana.  White settlers arriving in Texas from the eastern United States were surprised to find the frontier being rolled backward by Comanches incensed by the invasion of their tribal lands.  So effective were the Comanches that they forced the creation of the Texas Rangers and account for the advent of the new weapon specifically designed to fight them: the six-gun.”

What happened to the Comanches?  How could such a dominant people group fade into the dimness of history?  The answer is that their identity was destroyed.  Two things leveled the death blow.  The first and greatest destroyer appeared on the Great Plains in the 1860s: the buffalo hunters.  Gwynne wrote, “Between 1868 and 1881 they would kill thirty-one million buffalo, stripping the plains almost entirely of the huge, lumbering creatures and destroying any last small hope that any horse tribe could ever be restored to its traditional life.  There was no such thing as a horse Indian without a buffalo herd.  Such an Indian had no identity at all.”

Buffalo hides ready for shipment to market

Soaring prices for buffalo hides drove the mass extinction.  The U.S. government was not ignorant of the butchery; in fact, it allowed the virtual extinction to continue as a deliberate political act.  General Phil Sheridan, commander of the Military Division of the Missouri, said, “These men [buffalo hunters] have done in the last two years…more to settle the vexed Indian question than the entire regular army has done in the last thirty years.  They are destroying the Indians’ commissary…For the sake of a lasting peace, let them kill, skin, and sell until the buffalo are exterminated.  Then your prairies can be covered with specked cattle and the festive cowboy.”

Americans, flush with Manifest Destiny, were itching to move west, but the fierce Comanches stood in the way.  Repeatedly, they repulsed settlers and effectively rolled back wave upon wave of westward expansion.  Forty years of Great Plains history is filled with blood, rape, and brutal savagery.  As General Sheridan’s note revealed, the buffalo hunters solved the problem in a little over ten years by driving the Indians’ livelihood to utter extinction; thus, the Comanche’s identity was dealt a death blow.

The Comanche’s second identity destroyer was the white man’s civilization.  Comanche Indians had always been a “people apart,” to quote Gwynne; “fiercely independent, arrogantly certain that their pragmatic, stripped-down Spartan ethic was the best way to live….They were the world’s best horsemen and the unchallenged military masters of the south plains.”

The relentless push of the white man’s invading culture destroyed this.  As Gwynne puts it, the Comanche were “submerged in a sea of the white man’s material goods…Where once the Comanche lived in the purity of the buffalo and all that it provided, now there were the taibos’ [white people] weapons and cooking tools and sheet metal, his sugar and coffee and whiskey, his clothing and calico.  They used his blankets.  They ate food boiled in his brass kettles.  At the core of their identity, they were hunters and warriors – precisely what the white man wanted to deny them.”

Demoralized and unable to find buffalo, pursued relentlessly by military fighters such as the legendary Ranald S. Mackenzie, the Comanches were left with no options.  With no buffalo, their families were literally starving to death on the plains, making them easy prey for the relentless Indian hunters.  Of the tens of thousands of Comanches at their peak, they were soon reduced to a tiny fraction of that number.

Malnourished, hopeless, and in many cases horse-less, they stumbled onto the government reservation in Indian Territory (modern-day Oklahoma), where white culture and civilization soon swallowed them whole.  Totally defeated, fathers could no longer teach their sons what it meant to be a Comanche: hunting and warring.  Mothers could not teach their daughters the ways of the buffalo.  Elders could not pass down their knowledge of the Great Plains, with its wild canyons, majestic mesas, clear rivers, and endless stretches as vast as the sea.  The Comanche’s identity was destroyed forever.  They no longer knew who they were.

The Comanche’s tragic drama runs dangerously close to what is happening far too rapidly across American Christendom: we are totally losing our unique identity.  Obviously, the parallels are not one-to-one, but the end result is the same.

Scripture is to Christians what the buffalo was to the Comanches: our lifeblood.  Our mortal enemies (Satan and the world he influences) aren’t slaying Scripture in the way buffalo hunters destroyed the Comanche’s lifeblood, but they are landing devastating blows.  They are accomplishing this feat by eroding Christians’ interest in and reliance upon God’s Word to such a degree that most of us totally ignore it.

Hungry Comanches could not have imagined walking next to a buffalo while at the same time ignoring it.  Yet, spiritually starved Christians find it quite easy to pass by a dusty Bible lying on the table and not take notice.  Slowly but methodically, their lifeblood is draining away, because they don’t drink in the words of life daily.

The Comanche’s second debilitating blow came in the form of the all-encompassing white culture.  No longer wild and free, able to chase the roaming buffalo herds, the Comanche were confined to the reservation where they were expected to become farmers and merchants.  Some made the transition quite well and became very “white,” while others refused and huddled in despair inside their tipis.  Try as they might to remain Comanche, it was impossible.  They were gradually sucked into the white man’s world, whether they excelled in that world or drowned in it.

The New Testament warns Christians frequently to beware of the world’s influence, the world being defined as the system of thought which stands in opposition to Christ’s teachings.  The world is subtle and seductive and very adept at luring unsuspecting Christians into embracing its values and lifestyles.  Before long, believers are so immersed in the world’s culture that they have no idea how far afield they have run.  Starved from the lifeblood of Scripture, they no longer hear the Holy Spirit’s warning bells.  They resemble the world and therefore potentially belong to the world.  How frightening for their eternal destiny, because those of the world never belonged to Christ to begin with.

Something must be done to stop this mortal bleeding within the community of faith!  We are becoming unrecognizable as Christ’s followers.  We look and act like the world around us.  No longer do we bear the indelible mark of our Savior.  We don’t know what it means to be Christians.  Our unique identity is passing away.

Sadly, this saga has already played out across vast stretches of formerly Christian Europe, where believers fell prey to the same two destroyers that are attacking American Christians now.  Let’s stop the bloodletting and identity loss in our lives and churches!  Our Savior is too great to deny, His message is to powerful to hide, and eternity is perhaps too near to ignore.

The Illogicality of the New Morality

Two recent news articles demonstrate what I refer to as The Illogicality of the New Morality.  First, a few words on new morality.

New morality suggests the former presence of old morality, or simply, morality.  Without getting lost in why and when, our nation systematically severed its cultural moorings, which were based on the Bible’s morality.  Concepts such as moral absolutes – definite right and wrong – grew outdated.

They were replaced quickly by new morality, which favors situational ethics and morality defined by individuals.  New morality gave rise to phrases such as: “This feels right to me.”; “If it feels good, do it.”  New morality cast out centuries of time-honored, trustworthy traditions that worked.  Into the vacuum rushed an “anything goes” mentality.

What new morality fails to account for, however, is that without regard to how fresh and relevant its claims may appear, it is flat-out illogical.  Consider two recent news stories.

In the first, a December 6th article from the National Journal, Senator James Inhofe, R-Okla., stated that he will not resume his 30-year tradition of riding his horse in Tulsa’s annual Christmas parade, because the officials changed its name from the Christmas Parade of Lights to the Holiday Parade of Lights.  “Christmas meant the birth of Jesus Christ,” he said. “That’s what I’m celebrating.  That’s what my 20 kids and grand kids are celebrating.”

Senator Inhofe is right!  I realize we Americans live in a melting pot comprised of people from a plethora of ethnic and religious backgrounds.  How, I ask, however, does this change the fact that Christmas celebrates Jesus Christ’s birthday?  Americans are free to disbelieve that Jesus is God’s Son.  They are free to reject Jesus’ claims of exclusivity.  They don’t have to worship Him at Christian churches.  These freedoms do not, however, erase the fact that a man named Jesus was born two thousand years ago in a hamlet named Bethlehem.  They don’t remove the fact that Jesus influenced Western civilization to such a degree that His followers celebrate His birth two millennia later.

No one forces every American to celebrate Christmas.  No law in our land requires mandatory presence at Christmas parades.  These are voluntary activities which every citizen can freely take part in or not.  Why, then, does the new morality scream so loudly that Christmas celebrations infringe upon people’s rights?  Why are countless cities changing the name of their annual Christmas parades, choosing instead names such as Holiday Parade?  Why are public schools renaming Christmas break to inane holidays such as Winter Break?

There are no answers to my questions of why, because these actions are all illogical; hence, the Illogicality of the New Morality.

Disagree with Christ if you want.  Don’t participate in His birthday celebration if you so choose.  But don’t make the illogical, false step of stealing Jesus’ birthday celebration by renaming it and claiming it as your own.  Don’t take advantage of your employer’s tradition of giving its employees Christmas day off, because that recognizes that Christmas celebrates Jesus’ birthday.  Don’t decorate your Christmas tree and purchase and wrap Christmas presents for your children, because that suggests Christmas commemorates Christ’s birth.

You can’t have it both ways, unless you are willing to adopt the illogicality of the new morality.  Apparently, many people are.

Yet another recent news article highlights the Illogicality of the New Morality.  On December 1st, The New York Times ran the article: LPGA Tour Accepts Transgender Players.  They did so less than two months after transgender golfer Lana Lawless sued the LPGA, saying the organization’s rules that a player must be “female at birth” are outdated and violate California’s civil rights law.

Lana is a 57-year old retired police officer who had a sex change operation (referred to nowadays as sex reassignment surgery) in 2005.  She now wants to compete against women who were born women.

Do I even need to insult your intelligence by pointing out the illogicality captured by this story?  Lana may have gone under the knife, but her physique – her musculoskeletal frame – is that of a man.  On average, men are bigger and stronger than women, which explains the LPGA’s former rule of allowing only players who were “female at birth” to compete.

Logic dictates that Lana will beat her undersized counterparts, because she will be playing on a course designed for women, using her male-born body to compete against players relying on their female-born bodies.  No, it’s not logical.  The new morality, however, is more interested in civil rights violations than logic.

This story would be worth no more than a passing, even humorous, glance if it wasn’t for the fact that the LPGA knuckled under to the new morality’s power and influence.  The LPGA, fearful of appearing archaic and discriminatory, now allows golfers such as Lana, grown men who are transgendered, to compete unfairly against ladies.

Yes, new morality epitomizes illogicality, and yet, for some strange reason, Americans continue to buy in to it, pretending it’s as logical as can be!

Something Good from Wicked

I sat in a theater recently at Tulsa’s Performing Arts Center, enthralled by the performance of Wicked. For over two hours, the performers held my mind and emotions captive.  Even after the curtain’s final fall, my thoughts continued to dwell on the musical.  Wicked’s story and how it is told by the cast and orchestra are woven seamlessly together.  The full experience is moving, both mentally and emotionally.

Had I simply read the script, I may have enjoyed the plot line.  Elphaba’s story may have elicited intellectual sympathy.  But to truly be moved, it took the entire production.

Who is it that created us to think and feel?  God, obviously.  He planted within us the capacity to appreciate beauty, to sense the connection between concepts and their emotional ramifications.  May I suggest that in our day of dumbed-down literature and shallow entertainment, we are missing great opportunities to experience the fullness of life God’s way?  Let me give an example.

Though I don’t like the use of the word “sucks,” it has worked its way into our vocabulary.  Perhaps you’ve seen the bumper sticker which says: “Life sucks; then you die.”  Not a very profound statement; yet, it captures the tragic truth of life in a fallen, sinful world.

Consider now, essentially the same thought from a famous passage from Shakespeare’s play, Macbeth. In the play’s fifth act, Macbeth, the man who has gained the crown of Scotland through murder and treachery, hears of the death of his wife, and he utters one of the great speeches in English drama:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death.  Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

The meaning of the two, the bumper sticker and Shakespeare’s passage, is basically the same: life is nasty, meaningless, and short.  Yet there is a sense in which Shakespeare’s words enrich the reader’s understanding in a way that the bumper sticker does not.  Carl Trueman wrote, “The language, the sounds of the words, the images, the metrical structure – all provide an elaborate and complex expression that draws the audience into a deeper, more striking encounter with the absurdity of existence.”

Shakespeare touches on an aspect of life we knew already, but he does so in a way that actually deepens our knowledge in subtle yet appreciable ways.  Both the bumper sticker and Shakespeare tell us that life is short and apparently pointless, but only Macbeth’s soliloquy actually confronts us with the full complexity of the truth and then transforms us as a result.  Put simply: what is being said is inseparable from how it is being expressed.

Let me carry this thought to the critical importance of the Psalms in Christian life and experience.  The Psalms meet us where we are.  They capture life, with all of its vagaries, frustrations, and joys, and they allow us to express our deepest emotions before God.  Just as Shakespeare’s words cannot be separated from how he expressed them, the Psalms cannot simply be read intellectually; they must be experienced.  They meet us where we are, and then they take us from where we are to where we need to be.  They are a moving drama.

For these reasons, I believe reading the Psalms is critical for Christians.  They keep our faith authentic.  God did not create us as merely physical bodies with calculating minds.  He fashioned us in His image, and we find in Scripture that He is a feeling Being.

Can it be that we have made the mistake of reducing theology to cerebral facts?  Christian teaching is often presented only on the intellectual plane, just ideas.  But read the Old Testament sometime, particularly the Psalms.  These books bleed the full, robust human experience!  They move the reader deeply, engaging the mind but also powerfully triggering the emotions.  Even after the curtain falls and we place the Bible on the shelf, the words and images continue to haunt our thoughts.

Reading and experiencing the Psalms keeps us authentic before a watching world.  Of the words non-believers use to describe Christians, hypocritical and inauthentic score high on the list.  Mark Twain said, “The church is always trying to get other people to reform; it might not be a bad idea to reform itself a little, by way of example.”

A sure way to reform ourselves, to be more authentic, is to live religion God’s way.  And His way always engages both our minds and emotions.  Like a moving drama, God’s Word enters every aspect of who we are.  It renews our minds and transforms our whole person.

Why not consider reading the Psalms each evening before bed during the month of December?  Read at random – there are 150 chapters!  Or read methodically, starting with chapter 1 and reading three or four each night.  The goal is not how much you read but becoming immersed in the soul-changing, mind-enriching, life-altering experience.

Shopping for a Church

Marketers, it seems, have rendered Thanksgiving null and void. They have declared the day after Halloween as the season opener for Christmas. Don’t believe me? Just turn on your radio, where Christmas carols will greet your ears. Peruse your mail and newspaper inserts, which are loaded with Christmas specials. Thanksgiving doesn’t promise retailers enough profit potential, so they skip over it in favor of Christmas.

Kicking Thanksgiving to the curb is a topic for another day. Shopping is on my mind today, but not the kind you’re thinking. While America gears up to Christmas shop, many people are also shopping for a church. Selecting a church ranks as one of the most important and yet most difficult decisions. Regrettably, much of American Christianity complicates the situation by embracing a consumerist attitude.

If we Americans understand nothing else, it is consumerism. Marketers compete intensely for our well-earned dollars, the end result of which is a demanding culture that seeks immediate gratification. This serves consumers well when it comes to selecting a restaurant, cell phone provider, or fashion jeans.

We must ask, however, whether this consumer-driven approach serves Christ’s church? I believe the answer is a resounding, no. How is Christ glorified when churches compete with one another for the attention of people who are “shopping” for a church? Taking cues from marketing, these churches craft their worship services and advertising to appeal to consumers.  Well aware that people shopping for a church hear trendy music and embrace limitless media throughout the week, churches hope to appear “relevant” by attempting to match the world’s entertainment. In truth, even large, wealthy churches fail to compete against Hollywood and Madison Avenue. Their music and messages are second-rate, at best.

The great tragedy is that churches cater to the wrong audience: worldly consumers rather than God. They seek to entertain people rather than exalt Christ. By contrast, the only audience portrayed in biblical worship is God. Man’s role is not to be entertained by ministers but to remove all thoughts of himself as he attempts to humbly glorify his Creator.

“Relevant” is a term churches throw around as they describe their unique approach to ministry. By “relevant,” too many mean, relevant to consumers. What a colossal misunderstanding of Christ and His Word!

The gospel is the epitome of relevance; it defines it. By definition, Jesus’ Word, message, and mission are precisely what mankind needs. Attempting to dress up these “boring” or “outdated” concepts tarnishes Jesus’ holiness and reeks of manmade pride. It suggests to God as well as church-shopping consumers that Jesus and the Bible are not enough.

Pastors and churches have apparently grown ashamed of the gospel and self-conscious about preaching the actual Bible. Al Mohler, president of Southern Baptist Seminary, wrote recently: “Contemporary preaching suffers from a loss of confidence in the power of the Word, from an infatuation with technology, from an embarrassment before the biblical text, from an evacuation of biblical content, from a focus on felt needs, from an absence of gospel.”

Combine these consumer-driven churches with church-shopping consumers. It is a recipe for disaster! Neither approaches church accurately. Church-shopping consumers, trained by billions of marketing dollars, carry their consumerist expectations into the church.

They view themselves as shoppers to be pleased, or they will find another church that meets their needs better…and there is always one ready to try! They compare the music to that of another congregation or even the professional music industry. Preeminence is placed on personal preference and satisfaction rather than godly lyrics, theological depth, and true reverence. They critique pastors based upon how well they entertain or tell stories. They fail to emphasize whether the man of God actually delivers the Word of God, truly preaching the full message of God’s miraculous Bible, the only power that effectively changes lives.

Who, I ask, is the god here? Have we not unwittingly removed God from the throne of His church and placed ourselves squarely upon it? Have not church-shopping consumers and members elevated themselves to the position of judging a church’s effectiveness? Is this not God’s job?

How much longer will the church seek to entertain people rather than exalt Christ? I say, it’s time for the church to start being the church! Let’s stop being ashamed and self-conscious. Let’s stop courting the world and minister to it instead. Let’s stop trying to mimic culture and begin speaking prophetically into it. Let’s stop entertaining and start serving. Let’s stop spending on ourselves and start investing our dollars in the kingdom.

As you shop this Christmas season, if you also find yourself in search of a church, please don’t shop for one. Go, worship, and leave changed. Should the church exalt Christ and encourage service in His name, join. Pour your life into the fellowship. Give, learn, love, serve, go – all to the glory of God!

Lessons from the Deer Woods

I just returned from a hunting trip with my brother, Terry, and a friend, Steve.  Four awesome days in God’s beautiful creation – it doesn’t get any better!  In fact, as I contemplated life from my tree stand, some twenty feet high in a water oak tree, I puzzled over mankind’s blindness to the God of creation.

A majestic whitetail buck speaks powerfully of his grand Creator

If modern man would momentarily escape the world of hectic paces and pervasive media disturbances; if he would plant himself in a pristine woodland and just open his eyes and soul, he would see what the apostle Paul spoke of in Romans: “For what can be known about God is plain to [mankind], because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made” (Rom. 1:19-20).

I stared with wonder each morning into the clear, cold, November sky, waiting for sunrise.  How, I wondered, can someone not question who holds the stars in orbit.  Deeper still, where did they come from?  How is it that there is perfect order to the endless points of light, so much so that mariners reliably steer their coarse by them?  Man cannot and did not manufacture the heavens’ brilliance; again, begging the questions: how, who, when, why?

Sunrise served to lower my gaze to the forest floor, where dawn awakened the woodlands.  The quiet, sleepy woods yawned itself awake.  Birds chirped, squirrels scampered about, entertaining God with their aerial acrobatics.  Creatures of the night slinked off to sleep the day away.  A flock of turkeys, roosting in the tall oaks just behind me, descended with a whoosh, calling to one another with gentle clucks.

A flock of turkeys prepares to descend for a day in the forest

The armadillo’s awkward march, the goose’s raspy honk, the owl’s charming hoot, the crow’s piercing caw, the wild hog’s gravely grunt: each cries out to man, hoping to pique his interest.  How can such varied life forms coexist peacefully?  And for those that engage in predator-prey activity, how do they do so in such a perfect, food-chain-preserving manner?  Surely the man or woman who honestly ponders these questions will at least consider the possibility of a divine Creator who intricately designed the existence of multiple kingdoms of plants, animals, birds, trees, etc.

Finally, I was treated to the most majestic species of the Oklahoma woods, the whitetail deer!  A remarkable blend of elegance and toughness, they bring to mind Tolkien’s Woodland Elves from the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

As I write, shortening fall days and changing atmospheric conditions are sending bucks and does into their annual breeding season.  Blessed is the hunter who witnesses the courtship of brawny stags chasing fleet-footed does, trying to impress them with their strength and stamina.  Watching the dance play out – but always beyond my arrow’s reach! – I couldn’t help but discern God’s handiwork even in the design of whitetail deer.

For instance, God’s deer constantly remind the hunter that he himself is a creature and that God is the creator Lord of the universe.  Deer achieve this feat by prompting comparison between their simple minds relative to man’s complex mind.  How, I ask, can an animal with an incredibly small, simple brain – a creature driven by instinct – foil the efforts of cunning men bent on slaying them?  How?  God created them to laugh in the face of superior pursuers, constantly reminding man that even though he chases with more “evolved” wherewithal, his efforts typically fail.

With God-ordained timing, bucks and does begin their annual mating season rituals

We hunters stumble into the woods with more gadgets and implements than yesteryear’s deer slayers could imagine.  Armed with state-of-the art weapons, scent reducing clothing, and authentic deer calls, we imagine ourselves to be unequaled masters of the forest.  At our fingertips are a plethora of new technologies such as satellite maps, GPS, moon phase information, motion-activated cameras, automatic feeders, etc.  Our collective, mammoth knowledge base, driven by the hunting industry’s staggering profitability, renders our contest with whitetail deer almost child’s play.  How can we not win every time?

And yet quiet, graceful, simple, stealthy deer escape bowhunters almost every time!  Is not God’s handiwork seen even in this?  Does He not humble our Herculean efforts, reminding us every deer season that our chase against an inferior beast is often met with failure and frustration?

We fancy ourselves as superior in every way to God’s creation; yet, a humble deer puts us in our place!  Even in this, God, in His wisdom, gives man one more opportunity to pause and consider that he himself is a creature, fully dependent upon his Creator.  Even as man derives pleasure from a day afield, God hopes that he will see the connection between creation’s beauty and man’s capacity to enjoy it and to recognize his joy in it.  God hopes that man will bow to the truth of which Paul wrote: “For what can be known about God is plain to [mankind], because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made” (Rom. 1:19-20).

If you haven’t stared with wonder into God’s spectacularly wild world in a while, do so soon!  You will come away with a deeper sense of awe for God’s majesty and a compelling desire to bow humbly before Him.

Welcome – First Post!

Welcome to Winnetka Heights’ new website and, specifically, my blog. I look forward to using this little corner of the site to highlight issues of interest.

Life in America presents Christians with endless opportunities to see the world through the lens of Scripture. Regrettably, most of us compartmentalize our lives, leaving religion safely tucked away at church. We don’t allow the light of biblical truth to illumine every aspect of our existence. What a distorted view of life!

God created the heavens and the earth and every living creature. As such, He is intimately interested in every life as well as sovereign over every square inch of real estate. His interest and dominion do not stop at the church door, nor does Jesus’ call to follow Him end at the church parking lot. When Jesus commanded, “Go,” He meant to the utter ends of the earth. “Go” meant taking the gospel, and, along the way, engaging the world as “salt and light” Christians.

In short, Christ would have us see the world through the lens of Scripture. We carry a biblical worldview wherever we go. This “Kingdom of God sight” shapes how we view politics, careers, leisure time, finances, possessions, ethical issues facing society,…everything. We adjust our individual lives to the Bible’s teachings, and we formulate informed beliefs on cultural issues of the day.

For instance, I am sometimes shocked by church members’ opinions on the abortion debate. Two things trouble me: one, many people don’t see that God’s commandment, “You shall not murder” (Exod. 20:13) applies to killing unborn babies (a sure sign of biblical ignorance); and, two, many who believe abortion is wrong in God’s eyes don’t feel compelled to voice their opinion in the public square. Worse, they don’t feel called to do so. In essence, they fail to see life through the lens of Scripture. They resist allowing the Bible to shape their opinions and actions.

Today’s cultural power brokers have capitalized upon the church’s failure to be engaged, “salt and light” Christians. They have successfully pushed the church to the fringes of relevance, rendering it mostly irrelevant when it comes to topics of politics, ethics, and culture.

Let’s stop this misinformed thinking in the church! Let’s get serious about reading the Bible personally, contemplating its message, and then adjusting our everyday lives accordingly. Let’s heed Jesus’ “Go” command, taking the gospel and the truth into the world. Why, in the words of the children’s song, would we hide our light under a bushel?…Oh, no!

Winnetka Heights Baptist Church.

A Mind for Truth.

A Heart for the World.

A Passion for the Glory of God.