Tuesday, December 6, 2016

On Tending The Flowers of Marriage


Jesus makes His bride beautiful. In an analogous way, I think we make our own spouse beautiful (or handsome, as the case may be). When you tend a flower properly, it blooms. The work of tending causes the joy of greater beauty. A husband who pours love and affection and sacrifice and service into his wife will see her bloom before his eyes into a more beautiful woman, sparkling and shimmering with the joy of a woman who is loved. The wife who respects and admires and submits to her husband will watch as he, fueled by the shining eyes of his princess, becomes more and more the lion that she admired in the first place.

Beware, ye darkness. Such a flower will spill unquenchable light. Such is the power of the loving husband.

Beware, ye dragons. Such a prince knows no fear. Thus is the power of an admiring wife.

And beware, gates of hell. The bride will conquer, for her Husband has conquered, and His love makes her invincible.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

On Agreeing to Disagreeing


On disagreeing agreeably… Lots of Christian brothers and sisters that I know and love will be, like me, writing someone in or not voting at all rather than voting for Donald Trump. On the other hand, lots of Christian brothers and sisters that I know and love will be voting for him as the lesser of two evils. Now, I can bring out my arguments all day long, but that is not the point of this post. 
So long as we are doing what we are doing – voting for who we are voting for – based on our convictions from Scripture and the leading of God in our lives, we should be able to come out at the end of a political discussion shaking hands and smiling. 
We may disagree – and I by no means intend to suggest that both camps could in some postmodern way be correct at the same time. Only one side can be correct. I think it's crazy to vote for Trump, I think I'm right and the other guys are wrong, and I'm not ashamed to say it. 
Of course I think I'm right. Otherwise I wouldn't agree with myself. The humility we are commanded to clothe ourselves with does not come with an election season exception clause. 
Ultimately, God chooses our next president; there is only one vote that counts and it is His to cast. Jesus is still on His throne whether brother Jim Bob votes for Trump or writes in Darrell Castle. We can't and don't have to hold this thing together (and neither can any president). It is for us simply to be faithful. What happens in November is not important enough to divide the church of Christ over. 
I'll keep passionately speaking against Trump. May the dialogue, the prayer and soul- and Scripture-searching continue. Let's just remember that who is president matters far less than Who is King. 
And there is no end to the reign of the One Who holds that office.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The God Who Laughs



Horror movies are scary because they present a world in which evil triumphs; a world in which there is no hope; a world in which the gates of hell prevail. They present a sick and twisted look at human depravity that fascinates the flesh. They are full of inventions of evil, and the evil they present laughs- laughs at justice, laughs at consequences, laughs at God.

Yet Scripture contains the most terrifying premises imaginable; terrifying, not in a dark and shadowed and sinfully fascinating way, but in an overwhelming and inescapable and terribly beautiful way. While the horrors of sin invite the viewer to fantasize and indulge dark curiosities, the terrors of God send shudders down the spine and invite those who meditate upon them to fall on their knees.

The terrors of sin invite the roaches to explore the kitchen floor. The terrors of God send them scattering.

These are the horror films that Christians should make. These films would not explore the twisted paths of a sinful psyche and offer less inventive minds the chance to wander down the paths of death; they would explore the straight paths of God's holy Justice, and expose in blinding light how twisted the paths of our fallen minds truly are. They would cause terror not at the perversion of the evils but at the perfection of the inescapable justice of God.

These films would explore what it means to suppress the truth for so long that someone actually begins to live a lie, a life of self-inflicted blindness stemming from rebellion against the One True God. They would proclaim the chilling judgments of a righteous God on a rebellious nation, like the prophets did of old. They would show that though the wicked laugh and mock at God's eternal flames, those flames are waiting hungrily and burning all the same. They would show that the One True God is a God Who is to be feared.

In American culture the God of Scripture is not feared; instead, we fear an idol of our own making, carved in the image of tolerance, whose sacrifices are a pinch of apathy, a pound of groveling, and any lingering traces of manhood buried deep within your bones. But this leaves the question- has the American church been presenting God as He presents Himself? Or have we been presenting a god who is sitting up in heaven trying his very best to fight against the evil that is overpowering his forces here in America; a god who is begging, pleading with his enemies to just believe in him so he can bless them?

We serve a God Who laughs. Who holds His enemies in holy and unflinching derision. We serve a God Who is a loving, merciful, forgiving Father- but who is a terrifying, unflinching, fearless adversary.

"He Who sits in the heavens laughs; the Lord scoffs at them." (Ps. 2:4)

"I will even laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your dread comes." (Pr. 1:26)

Romans 1 details the descent into madness- a descent which begins with refusing to acknowledge God, and ends with the judgment of God poured out like flooding rains on those who have turned against Him; a deep and chilling blindness so overpowering that the most simple and obvious truths are lost in the confusion like a baseball in a field of corn.

Scripture tells us that everyone knows; the Image of God is so indelibly carved into their being, so inescapably shimmering out of the world around them, that they are without excuse. If Woody would just look at his boot, he would know that he belongs to Andy.

But they've shoved their boot into a sock and have lived that way for so long that they have genuinely begun to believe that there is neither boot nor Andy at all; they've told themselves their own lie for so long that they have actually started to believe it; they have looked at the world through upside-down glasses for so long that their brain is flipping their eyesight to match.

And He Who sits in the heavens laughs. He laughs as the heathen nations rage, like ants picketing on the sizzling pavement outside the air-conditioned office of the exterminator, like pots starting a Facebook campaign against the rights of the potter (who happens also to own the internet... and a sledgehammer). He laughs as America pretends with all her might that magnets don't necessarily have to go N+S... if that N wants to self-identify as an S, who are we to say otherwise? He laughs as we hide from His Truth like a child under the blanket at bedtime, as we run from Reality only to be ambushed by her child, Consequence. He laughs as the brightest minds in the scientific community conclude that the universe is a cosmic accident and claim primordial slime as their heritage. He laughs as the prophets of Babylon dance and prance in a frenzy to a mirror-idol, cutting themselves and shouting louder, louder, louder in hopes that maybe the state will send fire from heaven and consume all the intolerant things they have heaped upon her altar.

And fire will come, but it will not be from the one they worship.

This is the God that Scripture presents; the God who melts mountains with the breath of His nostrils; the God at Whose voice the oceans flee. The scariest villains, both in our little fictions and in God's great reality, are the ones who commit their crimes and laugh. They have no fear; they have no remorse; they cackle at the pain they cause others and mock the sword of justice.

But God is the One Who wields that sword. And He laughs at them. He laughs at their pride, their bravado, their cute little insults which make them feel so big and strong. He is not trying to defeat them. He is defeating them- and that through their own perceived victories. He is defeating them with the ease of a giant wrestling an impertinent child, with the completely unconcerned dominance of a cat toying with a cricket.

He laughs, and knows that the ones who mock at the cup of His wrath will mock no more once they have tasted thereof.

And that is sweet solace for the righteous.

And that is utter terror for the wicked.

This is the God of the Bible. This is a Christianity with teeth. This is the God that the world must see.

What is the beginning of the descent to madness in Romans 1? A refusal to acknowledge God. What, therefore, is the beginning of revival? The submissive acknowledgement of God. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, but how can we expect for wisdom to begin if we never present the truth about the God Who is to be feared? God is in the business of bringing glory to His worthy Name. How can we expect to see true reformation based only on moralistic platitudes, "traditional values," and pleas to acknowledge an ooey-gooey ambiguigod.

The God of the Bible does not share His glory.

And this is the God that we must present to the world.

How can we expect God's blessing if we will not give Him the glory for it? If we want to proclaim the pantheistic and tolerant elephant-shaped god of our own making, then we should only expect help from that god. And since that is no god at all, the rescue we are waiting for will be rather lackluster.

The Kingdom of God does not depend on America. America may fall, and God will not be searching desperately for a plan B. America doesn't need morality. She doesn't need traditional values. She doesn't need conservative fiscal policy.

She needs to fear God.

She needs to kiss the Son. (Ps. 2)

America needs Jesus. Just like every other nation on the earth.

And as Christians, our first duty is to proclaim Him as He says He is.

We serve a God Who laughs. It is time for His people to laugh too- not in pride in ourselves, not in self-exalting superiority, but in humble and childlike submission to the irrefutable Truth of God. In dealing with individuals, we should show Christ-like mercy, compassion, humility- for we, too, are sinners whose only claim is the Grace of God. But as followers of Jesus, we know the Truth; we have nothing to fear from the prophets of error. So in looking at the insanity around us, we should stand on the Word of God, proclaim it with boldness, and laugh fearlessly.

Because when you're looking through the eyes of reality, this stuff is pretty funny.

#KissTheSon
#FillTheEarth

Thursday, June 16, 2016

What if Gun Control Really Worked?



Folks, let's say for a moment that gun control really worked. Let's assume for a moment that the government would actually be able to purge the entire US of guns. Let's say that they could actually reduce gun crime to virtually zero.
The simple fact remains that all the firepower would rest in the hands of the government, the criminal communities, and other nations. The people of America would be disarmed and unable to resist an intrusive federal government, a foreign invader, criminal mobs or Islamic aggression.
Let's not forget that the statistics about gun crime are not really the issue. Even if the gun crime was higher, the point is still one of liberty vs. security. We must encourage our fellow Americans to educate and arm themselves; train for such situations; take your children out of public school; *take responsibility.* The government's job, Scripturally and Constitutionally (but not generally at a federal level), is to punish evil- *not* to keep everyone safe and cared for. We need to set aside the victim mentality and take responsibility for our own. That's what free men do. Liberty is dangerous (but not as dangerous as the alternative).
Mass shootings are absolutely terrible. But Nazi regimes, Sharia law, rampant organized crime- these are worse. Even if we assume (wrongly) that gun control would solve the shootings, we must realize that we would be giving up liberty for security.
If you think my examples are extreme, look at the middle east, where ISIS is murdering Christians by the hundreds and the Christians are not prepared to resist; look at Nazi Germany and all the other communist governments that disarmed their populace before bringing them into subjection.
If more Americans were armed and prepared to act, the perpetrators of these heinous crimes would be numbered among the slain- and it would be a much smaller number. That's all there is to it.
It is not compassionate to the victims of these crimes to perpetuate the problem.
I known not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death. I'll take the animated contest of freedom over the tranquil servitude of slavery any day.
I don't trust these mass murderers any more than anyone else does, but I trust governments with incontestable power even less.
In any case, as the protector of my wife and my baby girl, the ability to fire back in their defense is a God-given liberty and responsibility that I am not willing to forsake in the vain hope that an angelic and incorruptible government will save us from all of the evils of a fallen world.

#2A

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Seeing Jesus in the Butterflies


God has woven an illustrative world. Have you ever looked at a seemingly still piece of earth for more than a moment, only to see it transform with every passing second into a superhighway of insect industry?

God's world is like that. Everywhere we look, if we look closely enough, we will see microscopic metaphors wriggling around like maggots in a seaman's biscuit- but the metaphors are much more attractive, and they taste better.

Children are well known for asking the question "why?" Why do trees grow so tall? Why is the sky blue? Why do animals die? Why does two plus two always equal four? 

Too often as adults we confuse the question "why" with the question "how." When the child asks why seeds grow into plants, we respond with a scientific explanation of photosynthesis and germination. When they ask why grape juice becomes wine, we launch into a dissertation on fermentation. (Or maybe we look it up online with them because we have no clue...)

But while these scientific answers explain what happens, they do not explain why

And the answer to the why is, ultimately, "because that's the way God made it."

And why did He make it that way? Because He wanted to, of course... but why did He want to? The Lord of heaven and earth is the greatest of all storytellers. It should be no surprise that the poetic little rabbit trails scattered throughout His saga are not just random and unconnected rants; He has spun a world full of foreshadows and illustrations and poetic representations of deeper realities.

We see this in Scripture. Jesus is the Door, He is the Bread, He is the Water, He is the Good Shepherd. Christians shouldn't live on milk. God is a Rock. My wife is a crown. The heavens have voices.

So then, let us not be content with knowing how. Let us look deeper and ask why. The more we do this, the more we will discover that in everything our eyes rest upon, we should see Jesus, not just in the how- though the how is indeed full of rich illustrations of God's creative genius and the glory of Christ in holding all together- but also in the why. 

Maybe grape juice turns into wine because the intoxicating deliciousness of marriage grows better with every passing year.

Maybe the laws of physics bind us from walking through walls because the only way to come to The Father is through The Door. (John 10:9)

Maybe we cannot live without water because we cannot live without Jesus. (John 4:14)

Maybe gold is rare because a Godly wife is so hard to find. (Pr. 31)

Maybe hunger hurts because laziness should hurt too. (Pr. 16:26)

Maybe seeds grow into plants which produce a thousand-fold more seeds because sin is not stagnant and it will multiply where it is not uprooted. (Eph. 6)

Maybe muscles grow stronger with use because righteousness is not stagnant either, and the more we walk in obedience to Christ the easier it becomes. (Eph. 6)

Maybe trees take hundreds of years to reach their full potential because we will not see the full ramifications of our actions for generations to come.

Maybe leaven causes bread to rise because we will be influenced by those we associate with. (Matt. 16:6)

Maybe rocks are such a firm and immovable foundation because God is unwaveringly faithful. (Ps. 18:2)

Maybe caterpillars go into cocoons because God is in the business of making butterflies.

Maybe babies need so much from their parents because adults need to remember that they need so much from their Father. (Matt. 7:9)

Maybe weddings are so joyful because they are a taste of the consummation of the ages.

When we look at a plant, then, we should see Jesus. When we look at a butterfly, we should see Jesus. When we look at a rock, or a glass of wine, or a wedding, or a baby, we should see Jesus. 

The earth is already filled with the Glory of the Lord. (Is. 6:3)

The challenge is just seeing it. (Hab. 2:14)

#FillTheEarth

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Feminism and Spandex


My daughter. Born May 7, 2016.

Our baby's name, Jael Bethany Hudelson, means the following...

Jael is called to be a fruitful, home-focused warrioress, like her Biblical namesake, and like her mother. 

Jael means "mountain climber" or "mountain goat;" our little girl is called to conquer obstacles and do hard things for the glory of Jesus Christ. 

Bethany means "house of dates;" Jael is called to bear fruit for the kingdom of God, both in her endeavors and accomplishments and, if God wills, in her womb someday. Just like her mother. 

The Biblical Jael was not a trained warrior; she was a homemaker who was courageous and capable enough to deal a decisive blow to the enemies of God. In the midst of a culture that holds up spandex-clad female warriors as ideal women, Jael's namesake represents a womanhood that is neither China-doll nor masculine; in the midst of a culture that counts dollars and not descendants, degrees and not dominion, Jael represents a woman who is fulfilled in her God-given role, keeping her husband's home; in the midst of a gender-confused and sexually perverse culture, Jael represents a womanhood which is clearly and happily feminine, even in her combat methodology; Jael represents a womanhood which sees her battlefield as the home. 

Jael is called to be a woman ready to put spiritual tent pegs through the temples of the ideological enemies of God like feminism, relativism, and political correctness; a courageous woman devoted to the Kingdom of God and not to her own comfort; a woman who, like her mother and grandmothers before her, will stand strong in the face of a culture that despises all that she represents. 

Jael is also called to be a woman who, if worst came to worst, could pour some literal milk and wield some literal tent pegs with deadly effect.

And then the symbolism of her middle and last names. 

Jael is called to carry on the covenant with Jesus Christ which her mother, Bethany, so dearly holds, and which is the most treasured legacy of the Hudelson name. 

It's all about Jesus, baby girl. 

Fill the earth. (Hab. 2:14)

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As an aside, talking about feminism and spandex... I just watched my wife go to war, y'all. I held her hand and gazed into her eyes as she fought to bring a baby into this world. I saw in her face more ferocity, more determination, more perseverance through incredible difficulty than any super-woman movie character on any Hollywood screen could ever pretend to be overcoming. And I couldn't help but think- why do women go anywhere else to pursue greatness? Why try and compete with the guys when you could do something they can't? Why develop unnatural strengths when you are created with such amazing natural strengths?

I remember discussing fitness with my sister and a friend, and my sister asked "well, if guys are better at upper-body strength, what are girls better at?"

I said "having babies." The sad thing is that in our culture, that is seen as insulting. And so we see how feminism has degraded womanhood. Instead of honoring the incredible unique power of women to be mothers and homemakers, we force them to measure themselves as laborers against the men who were designed by God to be those laborers. 

My boss told me about a visit to Discount Tire during which he saw a 120-pound woman struggling to torque tire nuts to the required near-200 ft. lb. requirement... And another woman telling her manager that she couldn't get six tires onto the top shelf... 

Meanwhile, the military reduces their physical fitness requirements so women can go to war. 

Meanwhile, women are celebrated for being the first woman to do something that a hundred men have already done. 

Meanwhile, my wife goes through labor. And I am awe-struck. I see a depth of power and ferocity that I never knew in her. I see the thousand yard stare of a terrifying warrioress. And I think- for a woman, surely any other accomplishment, any other career path cannot compare; any other paper or trophy hanging on the wall can only ever be a step down from a picture of another human soul brought into the world by the kind of labor only a woman can do.