Monday, January 25, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
God does not sit around figuring out how He can manipulate the human race. Nor does He dole out punishment in the forms of natural disasters. If that's the case, the entire world would have passed away a long time ago. Natural disasters are a part of the world He created. They happen. That's all. Nothing more. When they occur, they effect both good and bad people. They are non-discriminatory. God's actions are found in the actions of mankind in response to these disasters.
Robertson's network issued a statement "clarifying" what he said on air on Wednesday. But it clarified nothing. It is time for people of real faith to stand up to such ignorance. God is not a magician. He is not a manipulator. None of us can understand the mind and will of God completely. What we can do is follow the teachings of His Son. We must love one another. Be compassionate, kind and understanding. Where judgements are necessary, we must be loving in rendering these judgements. But to suggest that the reason for a natural disaster of this proportion is a result of some supernatural deal with the devil flies in the face of any rational understanding of God.
We must continue to reach out the the Haitian victims of this natural disaster and continue also to be the hand of God in our response. Pat Robertson and those who follow him and his twisted logic dressed up in the name of religion need our understanding as well. We need to pray for them every bit as much as we must pray for the Haitians. God is a God of love and of justice but He does not deliver His justice in the way that Robertson suggests. His justice is beyond human comprehension and is best left up to Him. We must simply seek to do His will and follow Him!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
So what does all this have to do with leprosy? Plenty! One word describes it all, fear.
Over eight centuries ago, a young man from an obscure Italian town in central Italy was riding his horse on a country road. He was the son of a wealthy merchant who could have anything and everything should he choose. He yearned to be a great knight one day, seeking glory and valor along the way. He seemed fearless and was very popular. But he had one great fear, lepers.
In those days, leprosy, a disease that is viral in nature and eats away at the flesh, was feared more than anything else and the unfortunate victims of this horrible ailment were treated as outcasts. Their rotting flesh emitted a foul odor. They were mostly dressed in rags and had to go about with a device that warned people that they were in the vicinity. They were banned from cities, often living outside the municipality gates, begging from door-to-door for their daily food.
In the noon day sun, the young man was lost in his own dream world as his horse trudged along the road. Suddenly, he was shaken from his slumber by a sound that was all too familiar to him, the clap-clap of the leper's warning device. He panicked. He could bear almost anything but a leper. They repulsed him so much that he nearly gagged at the thought of his encountering one of them.
He quickly opened his eyes and spied a lone figure on the road ahead moving in his direction. The clapper sounded once again as was required by law. The young man had nowhere to go for this stretch of the road was flanked on either side by deep ravines. Realizing that he had no choice but to meet the leper on the road, the young man nervously dismounted his horse, approached the leper, and instead of rushing him off the side of the road, embraced him and kissed him on the lips. It took great courage to do this since the smell of rotting flesh must have been overwhelming.