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Olathe, Kansas, United States - Bible blog of award-winning bestselling Christian author, Stephen M. Miller. for Friday, 22 August 2014 The United Methodist Church West RezChat Sunday School Lesson for Sunday, 24 August 2014


Olathe, Kansas, United States - Bible blog of award-winning bestselling Christian author, Stephen M. Miller. for Friday, 22 August 2014 The United Methodist Church West RezChat Sunday School Lesson for Sunday, 24 August 2014
Newsletter of RezChat, a RezWest Bible study group open to all souls curious about the Bible.
We ask the tough questions. And we'd like some answers. 

Sunday: Watch your mouth


I'VE GOT SUNDAY'S SESSION. It was supposted to be called "God Moments." But we already covered that topic when we ran through a 3-week unit of Leader's Fav Bible passages.
   Instead, we'll track with Pastor Adam in a session about the power of words.
      Bible passage 
1 Samuel 25:9-11 David’s young men went and delivered his message word for word to Nabal. Nabal tore into them, “Who is this David? Who is this son of Jesse? The country is full of runaway servants these days. Do you think I’m going to take good bread and wine and meat freshly butchered for my sheepshearers and give it to men I’ve never laid eyes on? Who knows where they’ve come from?”
12-13 David’s men got out of there and went back and told David what he had said. David said, “Strap on your swords!” They all strapped on their swords, David and his men, and set out, four hundred of them. Two hundred stayed behind to guard the camp. 

·         Cafe and chewables: Linda and Steve Miller

·         RezChat at Central UMC: Sept 13

·         Train to wine country: Nov. 7-9


House 1 of 2. Overlooking the Missouri River in wine country.

RezChat's 1st-ever retreat:
Amtrak to Hermann MO 

Mission: A dozen scouts explore the land, bring back fruit of the vine

WE'VE PUT OUR MONEY DOWN (the deposits) and given our names to Amtrak. What could go wrong?
   Here's the lineup of RezChat Retreaters:
  • Cris and Terry Bahadur
  • Barbara Borgelt and guest
  • Rose and Jim Buffington
  • Karen and Bill Fitzherbert
  • Linda and Steve Miller
  • Shari and Gary Schlotzhauer
Linda Miller and Rose Buffington are working through the details of the trip.
   Now that we know how many are going, Linda can work up a budget and a payment schedule to cover the cost of the train tickets and the rest of the accommodations.
   Our journey begins on Friday, November 7, with a train ride to ye olde German town of Hermann, MissouriIt continues with a Saturday tour of  the town and vineyards along the Missouri River, while the leaves change color for us.
   You have the option of coming out on Saturday, instead, if you can't get away on Friday.
   The plan is to leave Union Station at 4 p.m. on Friday, Nov 7 and arrive in Hermann at 7:48 p.m.
   Fun all day Saturday. Leave Hermann at 10:49 a.m. on Sunday morning, arriving at Union Station at 2:55 p.m., in time for a Sunday nap.
   Those who prefer to come on Saturday: leave Union Station at 8:15 a.m., arrive in Hermann at noon.
   To take a look at the websites of the riverside accommodations, click the photos. 
House 2 of 2. Terry Bahadur eats a German burger called Liverwurst.

A note about chewables

I've asked class leader Bill Fitzherbert if we could revisit the Café and chewables feature to our class, which apparently got shelved while some of us who like the stuff were the dickens out of town.
   Bill graciously agreed to put it on the agenda so we can chat about it at a class meeting during the next Second Sunday Social, when we have more time to talk about class business than we do during our Bible study sessions.
   In the meantime, Linda and I will be happy to see to it that the Café and chewables are covered, for the hospitality value for guests and for those of us who sometimes get a late start and would appreciate a substitute for the breakfast we missed. Or say we missed.
   We're thinking a coalition of the willing. And the hungry.


RezChat at Central UMC

SEPT 13: Our class will prepare lunch and serve it to people in the community of Central United Methodist Church. That's Downtown Kansas City, Kansas.
   This is just a heads up, so you can put this on your calendar.We generally meet at the Central church at about 10 in the morning and we are done between one and two in the afternoon.


Bible blog articles 


How to write Bible reference books


WRITER AT WORK. This is my desk, my research books, and my problem. I’m trying to figure out why Jesus didn’t come back when he said he would, before the end of the first generation. He said even he didn’t know “the day or the hour” (Matthew 24:36). Apparently not the millennium, either. That’s how it looks to many who read his predictions about The End.
I’M NOT A FICTION WRITER. I can’t sit on my back patio and write a book while throwing tennis balls to Buddy the Dog.
   If I could, I would. Forget the typing. I’d kick back and dictate that sucker.
“When Hermann Hershberger turned his buggy into Yoder holler, on his way to deliver Schweddy Cheeseballs to the English restaurant that only claimed to be Amish, he descended into what had become No Man’s Land.
   “Hermann, an Amish pacifist, paused his buggy in the kill zone between two armies set to charge.
   “On Zook farm to the south, Hermann saw enough vampires to suck the life out of Cleveland.
   “On Shrock’s chicken farm to the north, or what used to be the chicken farm, werewolves. Too many to estimate by anyone but a preacher.
   “Hermann climbed out of his buggy and broke the seal on his box of cheeseballs.”

Can you see why I don’t write fiction? That part of my brain has loose screws.
   I write easy-reading Bible reference books.
   Here’s how you do it.
   Think like a leech—or a vampire—looking to suck the life blood out of anything tempting. Bible scholars are so juicy. They are full of it.
Looking for what Jesus didn’t seem to know
Today I’m working on a quote of Jesus. It’s one that makes him look like he didn’t know what in the dickens he was talking about.
“They [will] see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. … I can promise you that some of the people of this generation will still be alive when all this happens” (Matthew 24:30, 34 ).
Yeah, right.
You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.
It never happened.
Jesus was a no-show.
That’s certainly how it looks to many folks reading the Bible.
As an easy-reading Bible reference writer, how am I supposed to explain what happened—or didn’t happen?
Say, “He was only human?”
Actually, that’s pretty much what some Bible experts say. They say he missed the date.
Others who don’t want to pitch the ball quite that hard put a little curve on it. Makes it a tad harder to read. They say the Second Coming and all the horrors Jesus said would happen first are due to “a gracious postponement by God of the catastrophe as well as to a telescoping of events, comparable with seeing a mountain range at a distance. That perspective makes the mountains appear to stand close together” (The NIV Dictionary of New Testament Words, p. 244).
To which I say, “What the Huh?”
This is what I do.
I research what the scholars say, and I report it to you in words that are nothing like the words they use.
That scholarly quote, by the way, deserves a follow up question:
“Which is it? Did God change his mind or did the future look closer to Jesus than it really was? Those are two different things, dude.”
Three of the books on my desk are Greek/English dictionaries. I needed to know what the Greek word for “generation” was.
As it turns out, I discovered it can mean “race.”
That leads some scholars to say Jesus was saying he’d come back before the human race died.
You’d think that would go without saying. But Jesus, having lingered somewhere for 2,000 years, is making “slow as Moses” look like a barefooted fiddler on a hot, tin roof. For some, it’s becoming increasingly conceivable that we could very well blow ourselves to kingdom come before the Kingdom came.
I’ll keep reading until I feel as though I fairly well understand what the scholars are saying. Then I’ll report their educated guesses to you. Probably not in this blog. I’m working on this Jesus quote for a book.
What I think about the theories
People sometimes ask what I think about the theories I report.
Here’s what I think.
I think they shouldn’t give a boohoo or how do you do to what I think.
Instead, I think they should do what I do.
Read the Bible
Read what Bible experts have to say about the background to any stories or passages that look confusing
And then either form their own opinion
Or—as I often do—drop the question into a pending file and get back to loving God and loving the neighbors.
That’s probably a better way to spend our spare time. Don’t you think?

Feeling a little homesick?


HOME AWAY FROM HOME. Consider yourself lucky if you’ve got the love that makes leaving so hard.Photo of South Dakota Badlands by Joel Hernandez, Man walking by Vinoth Chandar, DC-2 aircraft and woman waving by Wikimedia, Water tower by Brandon Dalton, Texture and photo illustration by Stephen M. Miller.

I’M 800 MILES AWAY FROM HOME. I haven’t lived there in over 30 years, and I still call it home.
   What’s up with that?
   I should call it Ohio.
   “I’m going back to Ohio for a visit.”
   But instead I say, “I’m going home for a visit.”
   I’m not sure what to make of that.
   Since leaving home—Ohio, I mean—I have lived in the Kansas City burbs just about all of that time. My grown kids, who were raised here, live nearby with their spouses and dogs. I have my wife and Buddy the Dog.
   This place has all the makings of a home.
   Even the Kansas City Royals are on a winning streak. (They won last night, too. Don’t jinx it, don’t jinx it).
   Why can’t I let go of the past and think of this place as my one and only home?

Home on the Range

Last week my little sister’s daughter moved 1,200 miles from her Ohio home. My niece, Vicki, just graduated from college with the degree she needs to teach music. She took a teaching job in a small town near the northern tip of South Dakota.
   I read up on that town. I took a Google Earth street view tour of the place. Then I sent my sister and her husband a ringtone they could use whenever their daughter called.
“Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam.”
I’ve renamed my niece: Dakota Buckeye.
She’s nothing like that.
Yet.
She looks more like a porcelain doll than a Calamity Jane.
More like Victoria’s Secret than Dakota Taxidermy & Sausage
In fact, she helped pay her way through college by working at Victoria’s Secret.
I missed most of her growing up years. We don’t know each other very well. But I felt a nudge to reach out to her in a way I haven’t reached out to any of my other nieces and nephews, whom I love.
Vicki is a kindred spirit now. She’s the one who, like me, left home
for a faraway place because that’s where her work took her, I suspect against her will—as it was for me.
Away from everything familiar.
To a land where she would live among people she had never met.
It was an 18-hour drive. She and her mom made it together; 10 hours the first day, 8 hours the next. Two days after that, her mom flew home to Ohio.
School starts today
It’s Vicki’s first day as a teacher.
She’s home now.
I don’t think she knows it yet. Unless she’s a quicker study than me, which would be no big surprise. But that hurt she must be feeling—homesickness, most call it—is like the pain we get from working a muscle.
Her heart is building something for her—and stretching to make room for it.
A second home.
Every bit as cherished as the first, but without displacing the first or diminishing its value.
In time, I believe, she’ll feel comfortable in both homes.
The home of wherever she is.
The home of where she was.
Today, I’m thinking of home.
Not so much the land, but those who have walked it with me.
And the One who is always where I’ll be.
“Lord, you have been our home
since the beginning.” (Psalm 91:1)

Message from a school teacher

Today my niece finished her first week of teaching. She's a music teacher fresh out of college. (See "homesick" blog above.) Here's the text I got.

I like all the grades except for the extremes (kindergarten and fifth). Kindergarten kids just don't understand rules and are very hyper. Fifth-graders are "too cool" for everything. Ha ha.
Pardon my experimenting.
I've been trying out this new format my web developer created for my website.
   I'm open to suggestions, demands, and threats.
   Just pass a donut first.


Steve


Our mailing address is:
Stephen M. Miller
PO Box 2712
Olathe, Kansas66063 United States


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