An observation about abortion protests.

A few years ago while delivering on my route I had an opportunity to observe something that has stayed with me.  A couple of vehicles pulled up to this line of storefronts.   This one building held  a Doctor's office, an archery shop, & a laundromat.  The building next to this one was a major day care center that had people dropping off and picking up kids all day long.  The lead car in this procession was a pickup with a big American flag flying on the left side and an equally big Christian flag flying on the right side.

People unpiled from these vehicles holding protest posters criticizing the Doctor for performing abortions.  Several posters had large graphic pictures of aborted fetuses.  They held these posters up for everyone on the road to see including kids being dropped off and picked up at the daycare.  The people doing this were simply concerned for the Christian way of life and wanted to stand up for what they believed.  Everything that they did was legal.  They stayed next to the street and did not block anyone from entering or exiting there, although they did voice their voices about the matter.

I also got see the results from these protests, since I delivered daily to these businesses.  I could only find one result that came from this and one other possible result that may or may not show up in the future.  The only result that I was able to observe that came from this was that it drove people away from God.  They did not want anything to do with a people like the protesters and their God.  A bystander that worked at one of the neighboring businesses who was a believer told me that if she had seen this before she became a Christian, she would have not became a Christian.

It seems to me that Christians need to choose whether they want to promote a relationship with God or legal laws concerning this issue.  If you want to promote a relationship with God, then we need to show His love for these people so they will come to Him.  Then God can and will clean them from the inside out as He is doing with us.    If you want legal means to promote what you believe to be right then go for it, but realize that will not bring people to Christ.  It will only drive them away.

The one thing that I could not observe was the effects that those posters may or may not have had on those kids.

"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me"

The title for this blog is a line from the song, "Go To The Mirror, Boy!" from The Who's rock opera "Tommy".  I could not get this line out of my head as I thought about what to write.  So, I am starting with it.

I have had this problem with being touched and touching others.  It is both - something that I need and something that can repulse me.  I remember as a preschooler giving hugs and kisses, and then being taught that those behaviors were bad.  Add to that having a pervert as an Uncle and not wanting to be seen like him and what you get is a mixed up kid.

When is giving hugs ok and when is it wrong?  When is it ok to touch a shoulder with your hand or a pat someone on the back and when is it not?  When is even giving a handshake ok and when is it not?  Even though I am improving in this area, I still feel very awkward at times.  This is one area where the Bible is not helpful, because it does not cover this subject.  I have even seen Jesus portrayed both ways:  As a man who avoided physical contact and as a man who loved touching and hugging.  (I currently believe that this second portrayal is the right one.)  Which one do you see as correct?

I have observed that when there is a gathering of people, some will be given lots of hugs and pats and hand shakes while other people will look like they have a force field around them preventing people coming within 3 feet of them.  Why is it this way?  From what I can tell, physical appearance does not play a big role in this area.  So, I am left wondering why.

Has anyone else felt this way?  Just wondering what you think.

Cows and Sheep

When I was growing up in Sunnyvale Tx., there was a family who lived there named Bassett.  Mr. and Mrs. Bassett  were one of the original big land owners in Sunnyvale.  Their daughter Beth, who was about the same age as my parents, never married and lived her parents and gave piano and organ lessons at their house.  Mr. Bassett made his money from cows and agriculture.  During the Great Depression, my grandfather, Conley Pilkinton (Papa pronounced "Pawpaw")  farmed for him.  Papa left that job sometime in the 40's and then he and his brother Pete started farming together in the 60's.  When Papa started farming with Pete, he also went back to helping his friend and employer Mr. Bassett.  

Mr. Bassett was really a complex man.  His family exhibited an air of southern aristocrat and at the same time had a love for people.   Mr. Bassett  saw my grandfather as a "common laborer" and at the same time considered him as a trusted friend whom he confided with.  There was one other major complexity, Mr. Bassett raised both cows and sheep.  Mr. Bassett became interested in sheep when as a young man he became a christian and started reading the Bible.  He noticed that the Bible talked a lot about sheep and so he started raising a small herd of sheep to help him understand the Bible better.  

When I was a kid, Papa thought that it would be a good ideal for me to go work helping Mr. Bassett out around his house, so He talked to Mr. Bassett and I started doing things for him.  I started out mowing and doing yard work, but I as I gained his trust I also starting taking care of both his sheep and cows.  During the Summer, I would go to his house and send the cows and sheep to their separate pastures and in the evening I would put them both back into the night lot and toss down some hay from the loft to feed them.  during the day, I would mow and make sure that the water was flowing from a well in the night lot through all the pastures to a stock tank (pond) in the cow pasture.  

The cows quickly associated me with food and so started responding to my voice as I would send them from pasture to pasture and back again.  The sheep never did.  The sheep only responded to one voice and that was Mr. Bassett's.  I asked Papa (who had worked with the sheep for a lot longer time than I did) if the sheep ever responded to his voice and he told me that they did not.  

There were two ways that I could get the sheep from pasture. One way was that I could just open the gates for the sheep and let them stay until Mr. Bassett called to them from the house.  As soon as they heard him speak, the sheep would immediately turn and go to the place that he wanted them to go.  The other way was for me to coerce and stampede them through the proper gates.  

I think back to that time a lot these days, especially when I hear Pastors talk about how they are to shepherd "the flock of God".  For you see there two ways of tending to the "flock".  One way is to usurp God and elevate the role of pastor to that of a boss that coerces his followers to do things as he thinks that they should.  The other way is to just hang out with the "flock" and to help them recognize the voice of God and enable them to follow that voice.  This position has no authority and can only happen when the pastor loves both people and God.  The first way, the Pastor is an office and the second way, he is just an example.

The next crises

As bad as The Secret Hurt was, it pales in comparison with the crises that followed it.  Because of its ongoing effects, I have struggled with how to describe it.  The crises started at the church that had the sex abuse and continued at the next church I attended, then exploded when I left that congregation to attend another and it  has changed my life more than any crises up to this point in my life.  I have already started to blog about it, My first two blogs (which are Bible Studies that I described as the lynchpins in me changing some of my beliefs) happened at this time.  The first one took place before the explosion and the 2nd took place right after.  I will start this blog by telling of the counsel that I received from 2 people after the explosion.

The first man was about 10 years older than me and attended the church that I went to after the explosion.  He was among a group of men who rallied around me who I will never forget.  After witnessing the events that taken place, he approached me to tell me something that I needed to hear.  He started by telling me about his early life.  It was about a time in his life that he never talked about and was only telling me to show me that he was a trained export in this particular field  and was not talking just as a friend.  He had been trained by an unnamed part of our government in brain washing techniques and how to recognize people who have been brain washed and the people who brain washed them.  He told me that all of his training was telling him that the leaders involved had taken the gospel of Christ and were using brain washing techniques to further their ministry.  The explosion that that was directed at me as well as the church I was then attending was a normal result of cult leader not having the expertise to break a person with strong beliefs such as myself.  (It wasn't that I could not be broken, but that they did not know how to do it.)

The second man that I counseled with was my wife's Uncle who was a close friend of the Criswells and seemingly an unnamed pillar within the congregation of 1st Baptist Dallas.  At first, he did not want to talk to me about it because it would mean that he was counseling someone who had married into the family against the family.  I told him that I knew of his love for them and that is why he was not only the best man for me to talk to but also the only one whose advice would be trustworthy.  After that, he agreed to talk with me.  I will not give details of our conversation, but will give the three main points that I walked away with.  First, I had a legitimate reason for divorcing my wife and walking away from the family.  Second, I had earlier committed and promised to take care of my mother in law the rest of her life as her health was really going downhill, so was my love for the family strong enough to endure the venom that was being spewed for me to fulfill my promise.  Third, If was able to hang on for that long  and could not go on any more then I would have his full support in my divorce.  He would go on for the rest of his life be a real encourager to me.

So, what have I taken from this that will help me identify such abuses in the future.  Look at the way people describe their leaders.  Are they saying things like:  "They stand head and shoulders over anyone that I have ever known"  or "I did not know that it was possible for anyone to live a sinless life until I met them" or  a person that is forced to move because of a job transfer might say "I need to find a church that has someone from that same seminary pastoring it because they are the only ones who have knowledge of  the truth".  Other comments to look for are "We are the only ones doing worship right in the metroplex"; "God only speaks through the Bible and the only ones who understand the Bible are people from our seminary"; "A degree from our seminary puts us on a level with (or under) God and above everyone else" or "I will tell you what the Bible says and if anyone or even your translations say anything else then they will be wrong and I will be right".  There could be others but I think everyone gets the point.  Also, watch for leaders trying to take over the family.  Family members will be encouraged to talk to certain members of leadership and not to each other.  One of the things that was said during the explosion directed at me was that my leaving showed that I was unfit to be head of the household and that a certain woman would take my place.  Since that day I have received a cold shoulder from members of that congregation as well as my family.

So, why do I stay?  That is a question that is constantly asked and I really have a hard time answering it. One thing would be that if I left then there would eliminate all chances of restitution.  Several years before my mother in law passed away, my oldest son broke ties with the congregation there and ever since my relationship with him has been improving.  Even with that though, I did almost walk out when my mother in law passed away, but felted in my heart that God knew how much I was hurting and that He was still working on restoring some relationships and for me to hang in there for a little while longer. It was shortly after that when I started connecting with High School friends through Facebook and alumni lunches.    I guess  that I must still love my family even after all that I have been through.  I do not know how this will end, but I am taking it one step at a time until I get there.