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Learning From a Real Smart Guy

 “The Conversation”

(Author unknown)

 

Professor: You are a Christian, aren’t you, son? Student: Yes, sir.    Professor: So, you believe in GOD? Student: Absolutely, sir.

Professor: Is GOD good? Student: Sure.

Professor: Is GOD all powerful? Student: Yes.

 

Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent.)

 

Professor: You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good? Student: Yes.

Professor: Is Satan good? Student: No.

Professor: Where does Satan come from? Student: From … GOD …

 

Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? Student: Yes.

Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And GOD did make everything. Correct? Student: Yes.

Professor: So, who created evil? (Student did not answer.)

 

Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they? Student: Yes, sir.

Professor: So, who created them? (Student had no answer.)

 

Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD? Student: No, sir.

Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD? Student: No , sir.

 

Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter? Student: No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.

Professor: Yet you still believe in Him? Student: Yes.

 

Professor: According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son? Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.                Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Professor: Yes.

Student: And is there such a thing as cold? Professor: Yes.

Student: No, sir. There isn’t. (The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)

 

Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)

 

Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?

Student: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

 

Professor: So, what is the point you are making, young man?

Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. Professor: Flawed? Can you explain how?

                                                                                                           

Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.

Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

 

Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)

 

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?

(The class was in uproar.)

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?

(The class broke out into laughter.)

 

Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student; his face unfathomable.)

 

Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.

Student: That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.

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By the way, that student was ALBERT EINSTEIN.

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I found this “conversation” while restackiing the stacks on my desk. I’m not sure who gave it to me (if it’s YOU, let me know!). Uncle Albert is demonstrating to us how important an open mind is, as well as the self-willingness to stretch your comfort zone and grow some new flowers! That’s what I’m trying to do this summer. Let’s do it together.

 

Oh! By the way. The topic I really wanted to write about was my favorite Einstein quote. This quote had a very large impact on my approach to learning. It was one of the lessons that helped lead me to God. Why? Because it “allowed” me that I could embrace the reality of  the concept of “faith,” and that faith can be more powerful intellectually than knowledge. At least it should be.

 

Here’s my favorite Einstein quote:

 

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”   ~ Albert Einstein

 

Let’s do some faith-based brain yoga!

   <>< Pastor Bob


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THREE BICYCLES A Poetic Reflection by Pastor Bob

3 men’s bicycles

standing together

in the front yard

of the duplex on the corner.

 

Not often seen

attracts my attention

and then wondering begins.

 

Why are these 3 bikes here?

Whose are they?

What could they mean?

 

But perhaps better yet

who is it that would ponder

such deeply profound questions?

And I’m so glad I did …

 

… stop to notice

… and wonder

… and be blessed.

These three things could make a life.

 

Each of these bikes … a life

not make believe nor hypothetical

All 3 God’s own

like us

yet not.

 

3 bikes

one for each

who fled from home

seeking refuge

in ours.

 

Separated from their only ones who really matter

in midst of great uncertainty

and death

with fearful hearts.

 

Each bike a life

a hope

for good life

safe secure settled home.

 

Not yet though

adjustment first

this means Arthur

for three men and their bikes.

 

Here is home for now.

Welcome neighbors.

 

Men of empires start wars

flaunt their might

destroy lives.

 

But people of God

respond to wars

rebuild lives

offer God’s peace.

 

 

People of God

in our midst

called to respond

as Jesus taught.

 

3 bicycles

3 men

3 neighbors

3 lives of hope.

 

Love?

Neighbors?

Love

as Yourself.

 

 

 

 

 


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21ST CENTURY GOSPEL STORIES

                           “How Stella Got Her Groove Back”

 

If you could have seen her, you would know right away that life had been a heavy load for Stella. In and out of relationships her whole adult life. Often used, and sometimes abused. She bore the colors and wrinkles of a woman much older than she was.

And it wasn’t just the heaviness of everyday life that weighed on her, but she also suffered from an ailment that brought her great pain and discomfort every month. It seemed that she aged faster than most of her peers, and every month added to her weak and worn body.

Stella had tried to get help for her serious health issues, but after getting the doctor-to-doctor-to-specialist-to-specialist runaround for years, she finally resolved herself to the agony of her monthly cycle.

Not only that, she also had spent almost all of her savings trying to get the help she so desperately wanted. Even though the medical professionals couldn’t come up with an answer to heal her, they still charged her plenty just for the honor of seeing her. Stella was broke, and broken. Darkness had enveloped her days, and fear consumed her nights. She was at the end of her rope.

Then she heard a name that made her feel unlike anything she had ever experienced before. That name was Jesus. Why would just hearing that name bring her hope? What was it about this mysterious wanderer who called himself Jesus that lifted her veil of darkness and stirred her spirit like no other name she had ever heard before?

Jesus.

Jesus.

Could this Jesus be the answer that she had prayed for in her own desperate silence. Some said he was a magician who could walk on water. Others called him the Messiah, and walked with him all over the lands. Magician or Messiah? Well, Stella thought, whether he is one or the other, why not take a chance.

Word had spread throughout her village of Gadara in Capernaum that Jesus would be coming to town soon to teach and preach … and to heal and make whole. Stella had already been swindled by the inhuman and greedy medical system, so her thinking was; Why not? What does she really have to lose? When someone lives in pain and darkness for much of their adult life, they become willing to believe about anything. And if this Jesus wanted to call himself Messiah, what was it her as long as she found relief from her agony.

A few weeks later the day came when Jesus was expected to arrive in town. Stella woke up that day and said a little prayer. She hadn’t prayed in many years, but for some reason she thought, this time God is listening. She left her small shack with hope. She didn’t know why … but she was about to find out.

After walking for 2 or 3 hours, she approached the town and could see the crowds that had formed around the one they call Jesus. It wasn’t just a little crowd that could easily be forged. This crowd was expansive, and firm. Nobody was going anywhere, and no paths to Jesus seemed to exist. Stella thought she had reached the end of the road again.

But as she contemplated returning home and facing the harsh realities of her life, something inside her would not let her turn away. She was fixated on trying to see him. For some reason she thought that might be enough … just to see him. It wasn’t.

She stayed on the fringes of the crowd most of the afternoon, and just as the sun began to fall, she caught a glimpse. Jesus. Seeing the man made her heart leap. She was covered with cold chills, and yet her skin was on fire. She knew at that point, there must be a way to him. And she decided not to return home, but to do all she could with whatever strength she had left in her to reach him.

It was still impossible for her to make headway toward Jesus. But impossible was not going to stop Stella now. She didn’t care if it seemed impossible. Her heart told her it was possible. That reaching Jesus was her destiny. That touching him was her remedy.

So, she began to work her way through the crowd, being led by her simple intuition, and trust. At last, she came close enough that she could reach out and touch the hem of his robe. Instantly, she felt the ailment leave her body. And then Jesus turned around and said, “Who was that that touched my robe?”

The disciples were befuddled with this question. So many people crushing around him, how could anybody tell who touched Jesus in that town that day. It would be impossible, they told Jesus, to discover who had touched him.

Jesus said, “I know someone with faith has touched me, for I felt the healing spirit flow from my body to another’s.” It was then that Stella knew she had nowhere to hide. So, she threw herself down at Jesus’ feet and tried to tell him what the touching of his robe had done to her.

Jesus looked at Stella with great compassion. He said, “Daughter, your faith has made you whole. Now go in peace.”

And she did. And that’s how Stella got her groove back.

 

Lesson: No matter how desperate you may be, or how dark it may seem, there is always a path to Jesus for you. Never stop seeking more Jesus, and you just might get your groove back too!

 

Seeking More Jesus,

Pastor Bob <><


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