Follow God’s Standards, Not Man’s

Blueberry Netting Frame Completed

My biggest Christmas present last year was a sturdy frame for the bird netting around our blueberry bushes. Some design and assembly was required.  I decided nine posts would support it – some would be eight feet out of the ground and others eight and a half feet. As the assembly began, I dug the holes and placed the posts. Since in total I had dug 21 feet of hole, it was time to take a break and save straightening the posts for later.

As I walked away I turned to review the progress. Some posts were catawampus to the inside, others slanted out, and a couple looked like leaning tree trunks growing up out of the bushes. When I reached the house I told my wife, Sharon, to look at the sculpture I had made. I declared it to be “art”.

She smiled and said most people would say: “Come on, boy, that’s just some poles stuck in the dirt”.

She was correct – they would say that…and it was just poles stuck in the dirt. But, I reminded her that I had seen sillier things called art and people had paid thousands of dollars for them. We decided it depends on who does it and who says it’s art.

I can’t claim to be an art expert or an artist. My engineer’s brain leans heavily on the literal, realism side.  (ex: the completed frame in the picture above looks more like art to me – straight and true.) I’m sure I’ve missed out on sculptures or paintings that would have been moving or thought-provoking if I had grasped the concept. And having someone explain it to me doesn’t always help my perception:

 “Of course, you can see that this depicts the struggle of man versus machine.”

“Ahhh, yes. Thanks for clearing that up – I couldn’t decide if it meant that, or you were just making a frame around your blueberry bushes.”

Modern art can have meaning and beauty (The Vietnam Memorial Wall comes to mind). But there is also confusion present. That comes from what Sharon and I decided – it depends on who does it and who deems it art. The confusion arises because humans make the “art” and set the standards.

Reflection on human nature tells us several things (please note the use of the word “some”, not all):

Out of the many artists, some are insincere. They purposefully create silly things and silently mock those who declare them great works of art. They secretly laugh at those willing to exhibit or purchase them. And some of those who exhibit or purchase do so out of fear of being labeled unsophisticated – afraid to admit the Emperor has no clothes.

Some artists, motivated only by arrogance, strive to be shocking – and end up creating something repulsive and worthless. Yet, there are people who applaud their creativity and call them genius.

Art critics, museum directors and influential patrons have the power to set the standards. Some use that power on a whim – to create or destroy careers based on no foundation except the fact that they can.

In these respects, the art world is no different than any human endeavor. We can do a poor job setting standards – doing what is right in our own eyes, which often means whatever is to our advantage. Confusion abounds as we try to decide who is sincere and which standards to follow.

But, the confusion clears up when we turn to God and follow His standards. They are perfect and eternal – not changing on a whim, or following the latest cultural fad. His judgment is never clouded with the human frailties we’re plagued with.

In our actions and creations we can declare anything art. But, if God says: “come on, boy, that’s just some poles stuck in the dirt”, that’s all it is.

“For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace” 1Co 14:33 KJV

By God’s Power, We Live

Hibiscus Plant

This Hibiscus plant is one of our favorites every year. It continues to put out blooms all summer long. During the winter it dies back to the ground and leaves a skeleton of dead branches. But, in early spring, the new shoots begin to show above the ground and by the end of spring it’s grown back to this size. Amazing how God brings life back to it!

It reminds me of Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bones, as God gave us a picture of His power to give life to the dead – such as with us sinners who were dead in our trespasses and sins (Ephesians 2:1), but now live through Jesus’ sacrifice.

The hand of the LORD was upon me, and he brought me out in the Spirit of the LORD and set me down in the middle of the valley; it was full of bones…he said to me, “son of man, can these bones live?” And I answered, “O Lord GOD, you know.” Then he said to me, “Prophesy over these bones, and say to them, O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD… So I prophesied as I was commanded…and the bones came together…and flesh had come upon them, and skin had covered them…and the breath came into them, and they lived and stood on their feet, an exceedingly great army” Ezekiel 37:1-10 ESV

By the power of God, we live!

Connecting With God

birds on a wire

birds on a wire (Photo credit: Vurnman)

As I drove past the interchange on I-16, I noticed a flock of pigeons perched on the power line. I didn’t count them but guessed there were 30 or more lined up on the wire, just sitting there waiting for something to happen – maybe hoping for a truckload of corn to be accidentally spilled along the highway (“Bob, do you remember the big corn spill of ’07? Boy, what a feast!”).

Or perhaps they were just talking among themselves, passing the afternoon away until it was time to go home to roost. (“Well, I think I’ll go home, take a little nap, then go over to Thelma Lou’s and watch a little TV”)

The next day my schedule took me back in that direction and they were in the same place. Since I didn’t pay enough attention to recognize any individuals from the day before, I wasn’t sure it was the same group – but I assumed it was. I wondered if they were lined up in the same order as the previous day, like us church-goers who sit in the same location in the pews each week. (“Hey! Move over – that’s my spot!”)

I’m not an expert on pigeon perception but I doubt they noticed me at all. (“Hey Joe, isn’t that the same red pickup that came by yesterday?”)

The pigeons and I didn’t make a connection. I was passing by and happened to see them for an instant. After those few odd thoughts, my brain turned to whatever I was thinking before. They were in their own little world, which didn’t include the people passing by on the interstate.

But some people do make connections with pigeons. The owners of homing pigeons easily recognize individual birds. They know each bird’s peculiarities in flight and pickiness in eating. In a race, the owner knows which one will get back first, and which one will lag behind the others. The connection is made because someone cares enough to invest their time and effort to make it happen.

I’ll agree most people won’t feel a desire to make connections with pigeons. I may notice them the next time I travel I-16, but I doubt I’ll get off the interstate to go introduce myself.

But there is a connection we need to invest time and effort to strengthen – our connection with God. In these busy days, it’s too easy to keep trucking down the road, giving only an occasional glance or thought in His direction and then moving on. So let’s stop awhile and sit and talk…or maybe like the pigeons, just sit.

Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10

The Lord Will Answer Those Who Thirst

Hanging Basket Closeup

Here’s a close up shot Sharon took several weeks ago of the hanging basket on the back porch. That was before the weather got really hot, and it’s struggling these days. I don’t seem to be able to give it all the water it needs.

When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue is parched with thirst, I the LORD will answer them; I the God of Israel will not forsake them.” Isaiah 41:17 ESV