It has happened again… again

“It has happened again.” Those are the words that I wrote more than five years ago during our Sunday Night worship service after the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary located in Newtown, Connecticut. Since December 2012 I counted 114 shootings on a school or college campus in the United States. [1] Those shootings have left 210 students dead. I didn’t count the injuries. Hundreds.

Well, it has happened again. Yesterday, February 14, 2018. In Parkland, FL. Seventeen students dead. Dozens more injured.

This has become a too often occurrence. And it’s not just in schools and college campuses. It is a nation-wide epidemic. I counted by hand the number of shootings and deaths from a Wikipedia article. But there are people who keep track of this sort of thing. One group is the Gun Violence Archive. They have been tracking gun violence in the United States since 2013. According to their research, there have been 58,582 people killed by guns in America since 2014. That’s more than 14,000 people a year. That is about the size of the county I live in.

Why did this happen, again? Who is to blame? What should be our response as Christians? It is our human nature to want to blame someone for something so tragic. I saw online one pastor who asked if the NRA was prepared to deal with the repercussions and mental well-being of the children involved. Others are calling for stricter gun regulations and tighter school security protocols. No doubt the issue of mental illness will be discussed with the perpetrator of this terrible deed. But will we ever agree on what constitutes a strict-enough law on guns? Or what is the best method of protecting our children in school? Or what doesn’t violate our constitutional right to bear arms?parkland-florida-school-shooting-07-gty-jc-180214_16x9_608

Still others are blaming schools and parents. That if we taught our children about the sanctity of life and respect for people, then incidents like this wouldn’t happen anymore. And I do think that is true to an extent. We have removed prayer from schools. We have removed the 10 commandments from schools. We have taught Darwinian evolution in schools as fact; that we come from animals and there is no significant value in life since we are only here by random occurrences anyway.

But, I have to wonder, do other countries do a better job of teaching their children about the sanctity of life than we do? Do other countries pray every morning and have the 10 commandments displayed in their classrooms? I don’t think so. So why aren’t other countries having this problem?

One study shows that between 2000-2014 the United States had 133 public mass shootings where multiple people were injured, excluding gang violence and terrorism. But, in that same time period, Germany, Canada, Finland, Australia, Norway, Switzerland, England and France had a combined total of 17. [2]

Are those countries really better at teaching and raising their children than we are? If so, then we have even a bigger problem on our hands.

I think, as Christians, we must understand that the overarching reason this happened is because of sin. Sin and sin alone is to blame. Yes, this young man pulled the trigger, but sin was the cause.

Ever since Genesis 3 man has been in a war with sin and the author of sin, the adversary, the devil. If we look closely at Genesis 3 we notice not only did the serpent tempt Adam and Eve into sinning, but we also see an ulterior motive, to annihilate the human race and any chance of redemption. But notice what God promises the serpent in chapter 3 verse 15: I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and her offspring; he shall bruise your head, and you shall bruise his heel. This promise of a deliverer thwarted the devils plans and he has been waging war against the seed of Adam ever since.

In Revelation 12 Jesus showed the picture of a woman giving birth to a child, with a dragon crouching before her to devour the baby (Rev. 12:4). When the woman and her child escaped, scripture says in Rev. 12:17 that the dragon became furious with the woman and went off to make war on the rest of her offspring, on those who keep the commandments of God and hold to the testimony of Jesus. The dragon has been doing exactly that ever since.

Ephesians 2:2 says that the course of this world is ruled by the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience. It is clear that Satan hates children. That is why Pharaoh slaughtered scores of innocent Hebrew children in the time of Moses. It is also why the Israelites were in danger of turning to worship the false god Moloch, the blood-thirsty deity who demanded his followers to sacrifice the lives of their children as an act of worship. The valley of this atrocity was called Gehenna, the very place that Jesus pointed to when he described Hell.

It is also why Herod decreed the death of all infant boys in the days that Jesus was born. It is clear, Satan hates children and his Hell-bent on seeing every child of God dead. Jesus Himself says in John 8:44 that the devil is the author of all murders. It is true, we do not battle against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers.

But ultimately, here is my bigger problem: why do we keep giving sinful people, who we know are influenced by the sinful desires of their heart, such easy access to killing machines? How is it so easy to get a gun? Why does it keep happening over and over and over again?

When my kids abuse or misuse something, I take it away. Maybe not the first time. But certainly after the second or third time. Most certainly after the hundred? The thousandth? Why do we keep turning a blind eye? Why do we keep offering thoughts and prayers instead of actually doing something?

I know I live in the part of the country that loves their guns. I am not anti-gun. I am anti-sin. And I am anti-children being killed. I love my kids and the children of this country more than I love guns.

What then shall we do? As Christians, we have the responsibility bear each other’s burdens and to mourn with the mourning. We also have the responsibility to pray.

What can we pray for? We can pray for protection for our children, our teachers and our schools. We can pray for the lost and dying world. That people will come to a saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ and change the way they think and act. But ultimately, we only have one prayer, that is the one Jesus taught his followers to pray: “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.” That is the only remedy. That is the only cure. Until Christ comes back our world will be cursed with famine, disease, war and yes, school shootings. What we need is Jesus. This world needs Jesus. Our cry should be that like the last words in the New Testament, “Come Lord Jesus.”

In closing, I would like to share with you the words that Al Mohler wrote soon after the Sandy Hook tragedy in 2012.

The prophet Jeremiah’s reference to Rachel and her lost children is heart-breaking. “Thus says the LORD: ‘A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping. Rachel is weeping for her children; she refuses to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.’” (Jeremiah 31:15) Like Rachel, many parents, grandparents, and loved ones are weeping inconsolably even now, refusing to be comforted for their children, because they are no more.

But this is not where Jeremiah leaves us. By God’s mercy, there is hope and the promise of full restoration in Christ.

The Lord continued to speak through Jeremiah; in verses 16 and 17 of the same chapter it says this:

Thus says the LORD: “Keep your voice from weeping, and your eyes from tears, for there is a reward for your work, declares the LORD, and they shall come back from the land of the enemy. There is hope for your future, declares the LORD, and your children shall come back to their own country.” (Jeremiah 31:16-17)

God, not the murderer, has the last word. For those in Christ, there is the promise of full restoration. Even in the face of such unmitigated horror, there is hope. “There is hope for your future, declares the Lord, and your children shall come back to your own country.”[3]





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Good riddance 2017! Really?! (A reprise)

This is a reprise of a blog postwrote this time last year. I literally just changed the date. But the argument is still valid one year later. 

I get it! 2017 has kind of sucked. Really. Tragedy after tragedy. Death after death. Casualty after casualty. Despair, destruction and depravity run amok. I cannot even begin to list all of the headline making news because I’m sure I would forget something. Too many people have died. Too many tragedies have occurred. Too much! Good bye 2017! Hello 2018!


But, let me pause. Take a breath. Hang on a second. I agree that 2017 was hard. But here is the foundational truth that Bible-believing Christians should remember: God was indeed sovereign over 2017.  Jesus never left the throne in 2017. The Holy Spirit did not take a nap in 2017. All of that stuff happened on God’s watch. And not only did it happen while He was watching, He was actually actively involved in the day-to-day activities of 2017.

That is crazy to think about, I admit. But if you believe in the total sovereignty of God, then it must be true. If Romans 8:28 and Psalm 115:3 and Proverbs 16:9 and Genesis 50:20 and scores of other verses are true, then God’s absolute sovereignty over 2017 must be true as well.

Therefore, and read this carefully and know I say this with all the best intentions, when we complain about 2017, we are complaining against God. When we say good riddance to 2017 we are actually saying that we wish to rid the world of God’s plans for the past 12 months. And I don’t think we really intend on doing that, but when the sentiment is followed through to the final conclusion, that is ultimately what we are saying.

As Christians we must be armed with this truth when we are in answering our non-Christian friend’s and neighbor’s questions about the past year. We must have a robust understanding of God’s goodness as well as man’s depravity and the reality of the cloud of sin we currently live in. That God intends for harmony and peace and beauty and tranquility and a flourishing, productive, God-honoring society, and has actually promised one in the future. But right now, for the past however-many-thousand years, God’s plans are still the best plans. 2017 was literally “Your Best Life Now” because it was God’s year and He doesn’t get any better.

I do look back at 2017 and wonder, “Why this, God?” But then I remember that no plan of God will ever be thwarted (Job 42:2.) So I look forward to 2018, with all the ups and downs, ins and outs, peaks and valleys, and trust that God is still in control.

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A brief meditation for those who are anxious

1 Peter 5:7 casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.

What does it mean to cast something? You may think of fishing and casting your line into the water. Perhaps that is a fit analogy. We who are heavy burdened and full of anxiety, we may cast our burdens, our stress, our fears and our failures upon the Lord. Fling them to Him. Withdraw the anxiety from the account of your own heart and mind and deposit them to His. He is able. He strong enough.

And to what degree are we casting our anxieties to the Lord? We are casting all anxieties. All of them. Each and every one of them. Do not hold tight to your worries and your anxieties. They do you no good. What will worrying gain you? It will not add hours to your life. In fact, it may rob them from you. Cast all of them to the Lord. Your finances. Your family. Your career. Your home. Your future. Cast them to the Lord.

Whose anxieties? Your anxieties, dear friend. The burden that you bear is heavy enough. Like the tale of “Pilgrim’s Progress” in which the main character Christian, carrying with him the burden of his sin on his back until he comes to the holy sepulcher of the Lord and is released of his burdens, you too cast off all your burden and proclaim, “”He hath given me rest by his sorrow, And life by his death.”

And, dear friend, what do we cast to the Lord? All our anxieties. The burdens. The cares. The worry of this present world. I assure you, there is much to worry about. We see around us storms and fires and flooding and nuclear attacks and uncertainty. There is much to worry about. But the Scriptures say to cast the cares of this world to the Lord. He that is in you is stronger than anyone in this world. Our God is stronger than Harvey or Irma or Kim Jong-un.

To whom do we cast our anxieties? On Christ. On the living and loving Lord. The Savior. Maker of Heaven and earth. The one who is mightier than the thunder of great waters and mightier than the breakers of the sea. The Lord who is high and mighty. Who is enthroned over the flood. The King forever.

And why should we cast them upon our Lord? Because He cares for you, dear one. Consider this for a moment. He. Cares. For. You! The Maker of heaven and earth, the One who knows all things including your past sins, fears and failures, cares enough for you to take ALL of your anxiety.

Spurgeon said, “O child of suffering, be patient; God has not passed you over in His providence. He who is the feeder of sparrows will also furnish you with what you need. Do not sit in despair; hope on, hope ever. Take up the arms of faith against a sea of trouble, and your opposition shall yet end your distress. There in One who cares for you.”

Acknowledge the Lord’s boundless goodness and mercy. Seek Him in our every need, as children are accustomed to take refuge in the protection of their parents whenever they are troubled with anxiety, let us seek our Rock and Refuge of our saving Lord.

Say good bye to your anxiety and leave all your concerns in the hand of the gracious God.

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Who can observe communion?

I was recently told about a church service where, before communion was observed, a leader stood up and read from 1 Corinthians 11:17-34 and stated that “anyone, sinner or Christian, can take communion because Christ opened it up to all.” So the question was posed to me… is that true? Who can participate in communion? Is it for everyone, just Christians, just specific church members?

Here was my answer:

I have never heard of the practice of serving communion to non-Christians. That’s what I’m assuming you mean by serving to “anyone, sinner or Christian.”

What we typically see in most churches is either something called closed communion or a practice sometimes called open communion. However, closed and open communion usually have to do with church membership, not whether or not you are a Christian.

Open communion usually means any Christian in attendance can observe communion. Closed communion usually means only members of that particular church can observe communion. Each local church will go about this differently.

At my local church, we practice what I call a semi-closed communion. Before we observe the communion meal, I fence the table and explain that communion is only for Christians because it is a remembrance of what Christ did on the cross for us and an anticipation of His coming again for His church.  Communion gives Christians an opportunity to renew or profession of faith in Christ and our commitment to Christ and his people (our local church).  I like to think of communion as a family meal. We gather around the table as a family and we enjoy each other’s company, fellowship and love. If a non-family member joins in, then it is no longer a family meal. There is no commonality. There is no mutual love for God. It can still be pleasant, but it’s not quite as intimate as a family gathering.

As harsh at is may sound, non-Christians have nothing to remember or look forward to as far as Jesus’ death and future return. They aren’t in the family (yet!) We invite them to stay and watch/observe, but we invite only Christians in good-standing with an evangelical church participate in communion. I’ve only had one or two people get upset at me for that, but most understand.

That being said, we do not have communion police. After the observance has been explained, we let each person to either partake or allow the elements to pass them by. We simply pray that they take this communion meal seriously. The only time we may be intentional in withholding communion from someone is if the individual has been excommunicated from the church by a the voting membership during a membership meeting. We’ve only had to do that twice, and it has not been an issue yet.

Now, I would like to address the text at hand. I’m not sure where this brother from the church us getting the idea of  what can only be described as universal communion. It is certainly not this text in 1 Corinthians 11.

First of all, Paul is writing to the church. Throughout the entirety of the letter he makes distinctions between the church vs. non-Christians. He even says in verse 32: But when we are judged by the Lord, we are disciplined so that we may not be condemned ALONG WITH THE WORLD (emphasis mine.) So even in this passage he is making the distinction from Christians in the church and non-Christians outside the church.

However, the troubling warning from verses 27-32 is very serious, but for Christians; not so much non-Christians. The Corinthians were abusing the communion table. They were selfishly eating all the food (more than crackers, apparently.) They were not letting the poor and hungry get their portion. And they were getting drunk on the wine. What Paul is saying is that if Christians will not take communion with the necessary seriousness and with open sin in their hearts, then there will be consequences. He even goes as far as saying that some people are weak, ill and even have died from improper attitudes while taking communion.

So, in that respect, what most Christians (specifically Baptists) have always been taught is correct; a Christian should reserve some time of introspection, self-refection and confession of sin before observing communion. We take a time during the communion service for exactly that. It is quiet and awkward, but necessary.

In this instance, a robust statement of faith would be helpful. Many churches take a ambiguous approach to communion without making any firm theological distinctions. Our own Baptist Faith & Message 2000 is somewhat helpful. It says, “The Lord’s Supper is a symbolic act of obedience whereby MEMBERS OF THE CHURCH, throughout partaking of the bread and the fruit of the vine, memorialize the death of the Redeemer and anticipate His second coming.” So at least they said members of the church. Again, each church will have to decide whether that means an open communion to all Christians or only their own members.

The strongest Baptist language is found in the Second London Baptist Confession of 1689, which is basically where most Baptist theology comes from. It says: “All ignorant and ungodly people are unfit to enjoy communion with Christ and are thus unworthy of the Lord’s Table. As long as they remain in this condition, they cannot partake of these holy mysteries or being admitted to the Lord’s Table without committing a great sin against Christ. All those who receive the supper unworthily are guilty of the body and blood of the Lord, eating and drinking judgment on themselves.”

I hope this clears some things up. I have found this short little book from 9 Marks to be really helpful. It’s like 65 pages long and can be read in one sitting.

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Robert E. Lee, My Brothers and My Neighbors

So, I’m going to say something that may be unpopular: I’m totally okay with taking down all the Confederate monuments.

Why would I say that? It’s not because I’m not proud to be a Southerner. I am. I know that Florida is a hodge-podge of transplants from all over the country, but not where I’m from. Not Central Florida. Not Polk County. Not North Lakeland. We are country boys. We drive trucks and drink sweet tea and say, “Yes ma’am” and “No sir.”

It’s not because I don’t have any ties to the Civil War. I do. On my father’s side, my great-great grandfather Samuel C. Croft fought for the Confederacy and on my mother’s side, my great-great grandfather Francis Alexander Maddox also fought for the Confederacy. Obviously I never knew these men. I never met my paternal great grandfather nor my paternal grandfather. I spent seven short years with my maternal grandfather, but we never mentioned his grandpa or the Civil War. But, I know how to use the internet, and I know how to read, so I know that they fought in the Civil War.

It’s not because I don’t have an affinity for Robert E. Lee or Stonewall Jackson. I do. I like the guys. By all accounts that I have read, they were good guys; God-fearing men. Southern gentlemen. Lee graduated top of his class from West Point without any demerits in his entire academic career. That is nearly unheard of. Jackson wouldn’t send the postal riders out to deliver the mail if he knew they would be working on a Sunday because he believed so deeply in the Christian Sabbath.


My father and I have a running joke about Lee because they share a birthday, January 19. I live in Lee County, for goodness sake. It was named after Robert E. Lee. There is a bust of the man three minutes from my house in Downtown Fort Myers. Fort Myers was named after Abraham Myers, a Confederate Colonel. There’s a portrait of him hanging in our city hall.


So, why am I okay with taking down all the Confederate monuments? Because they are not worth the offense they bring to my brothers and sisters in Christ or my neighbors who need Christ.

Here’s the deal: these men, even though they are considered upstanding humans and fine Christians, were on the wrong side of history. They rebelled against their country and lost. They tried to form a new country, a Confederate States of America. And by God’s sovereignty, they did not succeed. If God wanted them to win, then they would have won! But I get the feeling that if we could do it all over again, the people demanding that we keep up the statues and memorials think the Confederacy would win this time.

Now, I understand, many people will say something like, “Hey, wait a minute! They were fighting for States’ rights! Isn’t that a good thing?!” And yes, I agree with States’ rights. But can we be honest; what right were they most worried about losing? Their right to own slaves. It made them rich. You cannot serve both mammon and God. And the way they acquired their great mammon was literally on the back of people they considered their own property.

To quote from Dr. Russell Moore, “The Confederate States of America was not simply about limited government and local autonomy; the Confederate States of America was constitutionally committed to the continuation, with protections of law, to a great evil. The moral enormity of the slavery question is one still viscerally felt today, especially by the descendants of those who were enslaved and persecuted.”

So, if I have a brother or sister in Christ, or a neighbor who is in need of Christ, and every time they drive past the bust of Robert E. Lee in Downtown Fort Myers, or see the portrait of Abraham Myers hanging in our city hall, or their children have to attend Jefferson Davis High School in Montgomery, Alabama (whose student population is 93% black, by the way) and they see a symbol for hatred and a way of life that made them less than a person, then I’m totally okay with removing that stain from our history.

No amount of Southern pride can overshadow the feeling of hate, bigotry and racism that is felt by our fellow countrymen, our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, and fellow image-bearers of God who must hear the good news of the gospel. The gospel that says all men are created equal. The gospel that says God has come to set us free from the slavery of sin. The gospel that says one day a multitude of people of every skin color, ethnicity, language and nation will gather in the throne-room of Heaven and proclaim the goodness of God. A gospel that is a white-supremacist’s worst nightmare.

We have Holocaust museums in this country. Not to celebrate the Holocaust, but to preserve the memory of a time when evil was fought and defeated. We obviously can’t erase our past. But we certainly should learn from it. We shouldn’t celebrate it by putting up giant statues and portraits for all to see. We don’t have any statues of King George or Kim Il-Sung or Ho Chi Minh anywhere that I am aware of. Why? Because they were on the wrong side of history. We’ve moved on. And we’re better for it.

Let me close with one last thought. There is a New Testament idea of living our lives in a peaceful manner for the sake of our brothers and sisters and their conscience. In fact, if we can go without a little bit of personal freedom or Christian liberty, then we should if it means that our brother or sister will have a clear conscience and sounder mind.

The Apostle Paul says that we should not prize our freedom to the point of destroying those for whom Christ died. We should instead “pursue what makes for peace and for mutual upbuilding” (Rom. 14:19).

He says elsewhere, “All things are lawful, but not all things are helpful. All things are lawful, but not all things build up. Let no one seek his own good, but the good of his neighbor” (1 Cor. 10:23-24).

If that means removing Confederate monuments that are nothing but a reminder of a black eye of our country’s history for the sake of the gospel, then I’m all for it. For the sake of my brothers and sisters in Christ. And for the sake of my neighbors who need Christ.

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Here’s how I answer the question, “How was your mission trip?”

I decided to write this blog post to answer the question that I will inevitably get: How was your mission trip?

Really, how do I answer that question? It was good? Fine? Went great? Glad to be home?

It really was good and fine and great and I really am glad to be home. But there was a lot more than that. The 10 days spent in Uganda were some of the most difficult, uncomfortable moments that I remember having, but also some of the most rewarding and eye-opening times of my life.


Traveling is hard. It’s especially hard for me. I cannot get comfortable on an airplane. I don’t think I slept for more than a couple of minutes here and there for the entire flight (approximately four 5-hour flights and two 6-hour flights.) The buses were small. We had no water a few days. We took mostly sponge baths at the guest house. We ate food that I’m not sure what it was called nor am I sure what it was.

But that’s just first world comfort problems. The real difficult was driving deep into the villages and seeing the utter poverty that thousands of people live in each and every day. Granted, I was viewing these people with my American eyes through the lens of privilege and comfort, but there is no doubt that the people we visited last week were some of the poorest people I’ve ever met. They lived in mud houses or shacks. Their beds were small mats on the floor. Their clothes were dirty and tattered, coming apart at the seams. Their children were either completely naked or nearly naked. They had little food and no running water; yet many of their faces beamed a smile from ear to ear when they saw us.

We went into the villages and gave dresses to the girls, some clothes or flip-flops to the boys, and whatever sweets (candy) we had. Boy, did they love the sweets. We gave away the yarn dolls to the small children, and we shared the gospel and prayed with every family we came across.

It was both heart-wrenching and yet strangely optimistic to be there. Like, who are we kidding? Their need is so big. A bag of clothes will not fix this. Certainly a piece of candy will not fix this. Yet they people were so happy. So thankful. So genuinely glad to see us.

The worship service at the church we visited was loud, worshipful and heavily-attended. The little sanctuary was packed with people young and old, singing at the top of their lungs songs I didn’t know and a few I did. Yet, all I could think about was this was surely a foretaste of Revelation 7:9-10 After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the lamb!”

For everyone who thinks that Heaven will be full of white people singing in English, you have a huge wake-up call coming. I experienced more of Heaven in a little church in Uganda than I probably ever had in America.

So, how was my mission trip? Exhausting. Difficult. Uncomfortable. Did I cry? A couple times. Some bad tears of stress and missing my family back home. But mostly good tears. Tears for these people who have so little yet love so much. Tears knowing that their sufficiency is in Christ. That when you don’t have food to eat or a roof over your head or clothes to wear, that Christ is enough.

How was my mission trip? Worth every penny. Worth every waking moment in that too-small airplane seat. Worth every ice-cold sponge bath I had to endure and malaria pill I had to swallow.

When I see my daughter’s face light up when she gets to play with the village kids. When I see God confirming in her heart over and over again her call to missions. When I see God stretch me out of my comfort zone. When I see God care for and protect my family back home.

How was my mission trip? It was good. Fine. Great. Glad to be home.

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Yes, I Do See Skin Color — To the Glory of God

I never grow tired of reading good bumper stickers. Some are quite funny. Some are thought-provoking. And of course, some are rude and crude, which I don’t enjoy. However, the one I read the other day caught me off guard for some reason. Actually, it was two bumper stickers on the same car.

The first one read these words: “Either a man is an American and nothing else, or he is not an American at all.” The statement appears to be a paraphrase of several Theodore Roosevelt quotes from speeches that he made after his presidency on the issue of immigration and assimilation.


This quote appears to be innocuous enough, but you could see the direction this was going when it was accompanied by the other bumper sticker on the vehicle that read something like this: “Bienvenido a América, ahora habla inglés,” which is roughly translated to: Welcome to America, now speak English.

I’m not sure why those bumper stickers got me so hot under the collar. I’ve heard these sentiments before. I’ve seen them on other bumper stickers or t-shirts or on Facebook. We certainly heard enough of that type of language last year during the presidential election.

But reading those got me going on a tirade that only my wife was privileged enough to endure; until now. I’ll see if I can put my thoughts together in a more meaningful way than when she got to hear them unfiltered and without a thesaurus.

  1. I get it. People who move to America should learn the language. It would be easier for us and it would be easier for them. But try this on for a size: I’d love to see anyone from America over the age of 30 be helicoptered into down-town Beijing and dropped off in the middle of town. And now you’re going to live in Beijing for presumably the rest of your life. Let’s see how you would handle: a. Providing for you and your family. b. Getting a job. c. Putting food on your table. d. Learning a foreign language when all you’ve known for your whole life is English.

I don’t think it would be that easy. Dare I say, nearly impossible. But that is exactly what we expect from the people who move here. Now, add to that the fact that most of the immigrants do not come here so they can go to Disney World whenever they want. The move here because of immense hardship. Financial difficulty. Extreme poverty. A war in their home country. Or because they still believe that America is the place of dreams. And if they can just get here then everything will be better. I would bet that there are immigrants all over this country who would love to go home, speak their language, and never have to hear from an arrogant American for the rest of their lives. But they don’t have that luxury.

The ironic thing is that in my made-up scenario of being dropped off in down-town Beijing, chances are you wouldn’t have to look too long before you found someone who spoke English. In fact most of the industrialized world speaks at least a little English.  Americans are largely the only ones who not only want everyone in American to speak their language, but they expect the entire world to speak it as well.

  1. Nearly every aspect of American society has been a gift from another country and culture. I can think of a handful of things that can trace their origins to America: baseball (get out of here with all the “rounders” talk), football, Nascar, hip-hop music, rap music, graffiti as art, etc. Obviously, there are plenty more examples. But let’s think about this for a second, most of the things we enjoy have been around a lot longer than America has.

The word America probably gets its origin from a 15th century Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci, for goodness sake! The truck that had those ridiculous bumper stickers on it was from Florida, which is a Spanish word for “covered with flowers.” Perhaps we should change the name of our country and our states lest we be too foreign sounding.

Hot dogs, hamburgers, apple pie, blue jeans, even COWBOYS all came from other countries. When I picture America, I think of a cowboy wearing blue jeans eating a hot dog while grilling hamburgers and chasing it down with a slice of apple pie. But when you do that, you aren’t really being American.

Or are you? In reality, isn’t part of what it is to be American having the luxury to take, sadly, sometimes by force, what is the best of other culture and make it our very own. The fact of the matter is America would be a very boring and bland place without all the food, music, architecture, polity (ever heard of democracy? – not originally American!) and even names of states and cities that we have borrowed from other countries and cultures.

Not only that, the English that you are speaking, isn’t really English. I don’t pretend to be a lingustic or language nerd, but I do know that the majority of our English words come from other languages known as the Romantic Languages. They are Latin, French, Spanish and Italian. That’s why so many Spanish words sound like English words. They come from the same root language.

If you want to be technical, none of us Americans would understand true Old English. To prove my point, here is an excerpt of a homily of St. Gregory the Great written in Old English around the year 1000 BC:

“Eft he axode, hu ðære ðeode nama wære þe hi of comon. Him wæs geandwyrd, þæt hi Angle genemnode wæron. Þa cwæð he, “Rihtlice hi sind Angle gehatene, for ðan ðe hi engla wlite habbað, and swilcum gedafenað þæt hi on heofonum engla geferan beon.”

Perhaps we both need to brush up on our English.

  1. It won’t be very long from now that America’s majority demographic will be Hispanic people. Some say as soon as the 2040s. Now, I know that sounds like forever away, but I plan on living AT LEAST another 25-30 years and certainly my children and grandchildren will be alive then.

It not only seems wrong to have ill feelings toward people from other nationalities who do not assimilate into our white American lifestyle, but in a few years, white American will be the minorities. That just seems a little counter-productive to plant the roots of xenophobia and polite racism now when we will reap what we have sown in a few short years.

  1. What we were taught is not always true. I vividly remember the lessons I was taught by my grandfather and grandmother. Both were born in the south during the 1920s (Georgia and Alabama, respectively). They didn’t have to sit me down and lecture me on how they felt about minorities (though they did,) I could tell by the way they spoke about them and treated them.

I get it, that’s how they were taught. Well, they were taught wrong. And what they taught me was wrong. And what we’re teaching our kids is wrong if we are teaching them that Americans only talk, dress and act a certain way.

  1. I am certainly not in favor of people going to any country illegally. You should abide by Caesar’s rules as long as they do not contradict Scripture. But, as far as I know, it is not illegal to not know English to live in America.
  1. We should always err on the side of inclusiveness rather than exclusivity. The poem inscribed on the Statue of Liberty says these lines: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Sounds a whole lot like another line that I like a lot. Matthew 11:28-30, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” In case you didn’t know, Jesus said that last part. You know, the Guy who went to parties with prostitutes, pimps and pot heads. The One who has people different than Him in His family tree (at least three gentile WOMEN listed!) The One who always turns our comfortable little world on its head.

  1. For Christians, it is a whole other story. Christians should view the world differently, non-English speaking minorities and refugees included. The gospel changes the prism in which we see people.
  • We believe that ALL people are created in the image of God. Therefore, ALL people have value, just the way they are. If God wanted everyone to be a white American, He would have made them that way. But instead He created every person precisely the way He wanted. That includes brown and black and whatever hue in between. That includes people who know how to speak English and not.
  • We are commanded to reach the nations. The Great Commission is one those verses that should hit home with every Christian. We are commanded to go out into the world and reach the nations. Well guess what. The nations are coming to us.
  • Every refugee and immigrant that comes to America is like God saying, “Here you go. I’ll make it easier on you. You don’t have to get on a plane or a boat to go to them. I’ll bring them to you.” We have the ability to make a global impact on the nations without leaving our city or state.
  • Guess what Heaven will look like? It will consist of people from every tribe, nation and language. If you think that Heaven will be populated by mostly white, English-speaking Americans, you are going to be sorely mistaken. It will be a shock for some people in the American church to consider that the majority of people in Heaven may have never even heard of America, much less had the opportunity to learn English.

I had a friend tell me not too long ago that he doesn’t see color, he just sees people. And I get what he is saying, that color or creed or background doesn’t determine how he will treat people. He will treat everyone with the same amount of dignity and respect and kindness. And I agree.

But I disagree with not seeing color. I do see color. Because God made color. He made ethnicities. He made tribes and languages and tongues. And He made them all a little bit different. And each color contributes to the tapestry of truth that humanity in all its various shades and colors and languages and cultures represent and glorify the image of God.

I am thankful that God didn’t make everyone white Americans. And as thankful as I am of being a pretty privileged and blessed white American, I am even more thankful that when I get to Heaven, it really won’t matter what language I speak the color of my skin.

P.S. If you need any other reason not to think this way, you certainly don’t want to sound like this guy: (Language warning at 9:26)

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