Wanderings

The Life and Times of Joe Suttle

Death of Blogging Software?

The question mark is there because there are no responses to either of the developers of my blog, the web site returns a blank page (with no HTML code), and the forum for users has simply gone away.

While I know it has been a very long time since I updated anything, I had hoped to keep this going almost forever. Now, it looks like I will have to change software. But in the process, need to find a way to migrate all my old posts to whatever I choose. Right now, it looks like I will be moving to WordPress, but need time for testing.

So now the question is, "Do I install new blogging software or replace the server?" Replacing the server was on my list BEFORE I got Windows 7. Now that I build a new computer that is super fast, that leaves me with a motherboard that would make one heck of a server. After all, OS/2 does not have the speed and memory requirements of Windows, and yet can outperform Windows.

We shall see…And, I'll keep you posted

He Cares?

Some would ask "Who cares?" Others would probably wonder who "He" is, and others would wonder what this was about.

Mostly, it's about feeling that no one cares – you know, that feeling you get when there are too many things to do for too many people in too little time, and there isn't going to be any time left for "ME?"

That's when we need most of all those words from I Peter 5, where Peter reminds us all that when it looks like life is going down the tubes or we just don't have enough of whatever it is that brings a little joy and happiness in our lives – then is when you need a helper. Then is when you and I need to end our pity party and let the ultimate party planner take over.

The image/vision that comes to my mind is when the supermarket bagger asks if you "need help out?" Most of us shrug our shoulders and mumble "No" and go on our way. In our minds, we have all kinds of imagws about what people will think about us if we ask for help. Worse yet, we'll either look old, infirm or just plain wimpy for letting someone help us. We cannot bear the thought of "not being able…" and other people knowing or seeing that we are may not so able.

Maybe that is the crux of the matter. We are afraid to let other people see that we can't do everything. "Why, they might think less of me."

What Peter says in verse seven is actually the culmination of verses five and six where he talks about pride ("I am the greatest…") and humility. When you look back to verse 6, he says "exercise a little humility – let people know you ain't the greatest thing since sliced bread. When you do that under the great, fantastic, awesome direction of God, then He will shine a light on you at the right time so people can see how great you are." (my translation)

Therefore, put all your cares and concerns about whatever on HIM – let Him figure out the "how" and "when" and "where" about your life, so you can get on with it and just keep moving.

He (God) isn't going to do all this for you because you pay Him, or hire Him, or contract with Him. It's because He loves you. Period! And it's His love that makes Him care about you – meaning He wants the very best for you.

As long as we carry all that baggage about us on our shoulders, we keep him from carrying it for us. I can remember being on board ships when they "cast off the lines." If you have ever been on a little boat, and someone cast the line to you as you left the dock, you knew there was no way you could get back on your own. The currents or wind carried you away from the dock. You were loose!

That's what this verse is all about – letting go! Can you? Will you?

Released!

Remember when you used to get in trouble with your mom or dad. First choice for what to do was go somewhere and hide. Friends, neighbors, basement, treehouse – just get away somewhere, and hopefully mom or dad would cool down. Then, there was the dreaded Principal who's path you dared not cross.

As we grew older, we found that there were others who's path we dared not cross or world we better not mess with. Yes, there were the neighborhood bully (male or female). And then, there was the old man or lady down the street who seemed to have it in for all the kids in the neighborhood.

Then all of a sudden, you were out on your own and there was the dreaded boss, almost like a slave driver. At least that was the feeling you got every morning as you prepared to head off to that "awful place" called WORK. You trudged in prepared to face not only the boss, but the customers and co-workers who's demands on your life outweighed the rights you may have thought you had.

Got to one of the shortest books in the Bible – Philemon. All twenty-five verses of it. So, the thought occurred to me as I started reading, that this should be a no brainer.

NOT!

Here was Paul, in prison in Rome, along with Mark, Demas and Luke. In comes this slave (yes, there were slaves way back then – still) who had stolen from his master Philemon. Who knows what he took – that was not the important thing. What was important, was that he got to Rome and must have looked up Paul and paid him a visit. He knew Paul, because his master was someone whom Paul knew from Colossae when he was ministering there.

So, here's this guy Onesimus (the slave), who knows he's in trouble and he pays a visit to Paul, and probably tells him what he has done. Paul ministers (works?) with/to him enough that he becomes a Christian – gives his life to Jesus. Scary!

It was scary, because as Christians, we are supposed to "make it right" with those we have harmed. But Onesimus is probably a lot like us. You know…"I can't go back and tell them I'm sorry, or that I did them wrong." Almost as though admitting we did anything wrong will instantly erase our relation with Jesus.

Not true!

What Paul was doing in this little letter to Onesimus was laying it all on the line. Read verse eight through seventeen. Paul takes a shot across the bow when he says "I…could order you to do what is proper, but instead I appeal to you…"

YOu have to ask yourself, "what is proper and right?" Read on, and Paul passionately reminds Philemon that Onesimus should be reconciled to him, even as we Christ followers are reconciled to God – not because of how good we are, but because of how good and loving God is.

Paul kind of puts it all on the line when he says to Philemon, "Okay, you see me as a partner with you, then accemp him (Onesimus) just like you would accept me."

If you had been robbed, mistreated, spat upon (so to speak) like Philemon, what would you say to Paul?

On the other hand, if you were Onesimus, could you say "I'm sorry – please forgive me"?

Hard choices aren't they?