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November 29, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

If only that three-way handshake meant the answer to the Christmas song! How many times has the world witnessed the leaders of Israel, the Palestinian people and the United States clasp hands in a renewed pledge to seek peace in the Holy Land. Three nations, three religions, one prayer. Still unanswered.

From Annapolis, Maryland, the Associated Press reported yet another agreement this week: “Sealing their pledge with an awkward handshake, Israeli and Palestinian leaders resolved Tuesday to immediately restart moribund peace talks. President Bush said he will devote himself to ending the six-decade conflict in the 14 months he has left in office” (South Bend Tribune 11-28-07).

Political, ethnic and religious differences aside, who wouldn’t pray for peace in the Middle East? After all, the angels high in that Bethlehem midnight sang out the promise at the birth of Jesus, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward all” (Luke 2:14). Certainly those of us who believe the Christmas story could lead the way in praying for peace in that troubled region, couldn’t we? And not just because we have loved ones, as Karen and I and thousands of other families do, serving in the military in far away Iraq (or Afghanistan or Kosovo or Korea) this Christmas. But simply because the Christ Child was born (in the Middle East) that there might indeed be peace on earth one day. Couldn’t that day come now?

Believing it could, I’d like to invite you to join me in praying for peace this season of Christ’s birth. Would you be willing to add the Middle East to your early morning prayer list? And pray for the political leaders of that region. Pray for the spiritual leaders, too. Pray for the suffering, the frightened, the angry, the disenfranchised. Pray for the leaders of our own governments. Pray the song of the angels, that the Gift of Christmas might yet bring His peace to our lands in this lifetime. Wouldn’t it make a peace-difference if morning by morning we all clasped hands in prayer with the only One who can yet fulfill six decades of handshakes and bring His peace on earth, goodwill toward all?

While the angels still sing, let us pray.

November 20, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

I'm reading Nathaniel Philbrick’s award-winning new book, Mayflower, an “electrifying new history” of America’s “most sacred national myth”—the voyage of the Mayflower and the settlement of the Plymouth Colony. Blending the dispassion of an historian with the dramatic flair of a story-teller, this account is the most detailed and gripping Pilgrim chronicle I have read. After their torturous voyage across the gale-whipped Atlantic on the “tween” deck (the space between the topside deck above and the cargo hold below), the Mayflower’s human cargo of 102 passengers, half of them Puritan the other half adventurers and crew, landed on Cape Cod in frigid November weather (the “small ice age” of North America still gripping the continent). Philbrick’s account of their ill-prepared splashing ashore the mainland in wet and frozen clothing on December 23, the subsequent two harrowing weeks to construct their first building (a twenty-foot square “common house),” the deadly onslaught of a winter even more bitter with so many falling ill or dying that only six of the decimated colony were strong enough to care for the sick, the late night and unmarked burials to hide from any native spies the dwindling of the Pilgrim band—you cannot help but read this narrative with an almost sacred awe. By spring fifty-two of the 102 Mayflower passengers were dead. “We think of the Pilgrims as resilient adventurers upheld by unwavering religious faith, but they were also human beings in the midst of what was, and continues to be, one of the most difficult emotional challenges a person can face: immigration and exile” (p 76). Three hundred eighty-seven years later, here we are, sons and daughters of immigrants from the world-over, ourselves on a voyage this Thanksgiving weekend, occupying the “tween” deck between the past and the future, exiles in a foreign land, “strangers and pilgrims on the earth” (Hebrews 11:13). And what shall be our spirit? Gratitude and thanksgiving have been the lessons perennially drawn from the Pilgrim story (even though, in fact, the “first” harvest celebration the autumn of 1621 was more akin to an English fall festival than an Anglican or Separatist worship service). But as I read their story again what strikes me most is the dogged determination to be faithful to the vision that launched their movement. No matter the contrary odds, the devastating price, these were a people not unlike the heroes of Hebrews 11, who “having seen [the promises] from afar off were assured of them.” They did not turn back. And neither must we. “Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith” (Hebrews 12:1 NIV). For in Christ the Promised Land is assured. The Pilgrims lived with that sense of “the chosen.” Three hundred eighty-seven years later, so must we. After all, it may not be long now to “crossing over.”

November 9, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

“‘People I associate with are looking at me like, are you guys crazy?’”  That was school committee chairman John Coyne’s comment when a measure he opposed was approved by a 7-2 vote of the Portland (Maine) School Committee (South Bend Tribune 10-19-07).  Why did that vote make the national headlines a few weeks ago?  Because it was a decision to allow children as young as eleven years of age to obtain birth control pills at a middle-school health center.   News indeed!

In defense of the King Middle School, it should be noted that school officials maintain that only five of the school’s 510 students would have qualified for birth control under the program last year.  And the policy does require that students have parental permission to use the health center at the school (although the students would not have to tell their parents that they were seeking birth control).

But all of that aside, dispensing contraceptives for children as young as eleven years of age is surely a social commentary on our times, is it not?  Is this where “the land of the free” is destined?  Does the early onset of puberty mean that we must keep revising our sexual health policies downward in order to accommodate younger and younger children?

But then, is anybody really that surprised it has come to this?  Didn’t the ancient prophet warn, “They sow the wind, and reap the whirlwind” (Hosea 8:7)?  After decades of prime time sex on America’s channels and screens of entertainment, are we surprised that our kids finally got the message?  That unbridled sex is not only the acceptable, but the preferred norm for our society?  Who can blame eleven year olds for thinking, “If my body can do it, I might as well do it”?  We have reaped the whirlwind.

In the words of Christian philosopher Francis Schaeffer, How then shall we live?  Or shall the community of Christ sow the same sexual winds and reap the same night-after whirlwind?  Our series, “The Chosen,” moves now to the heart of the dark game plan on the borders of the Promised Land: play the sex card.

But the good news is Christ offers us a winning hand!  And he does so with the profound declaration that our bodies “were bought at a price,” the crimson currency of “his own blood” (I Cor 6:19, 20; Acts 20:28).  Clearly, having emptied heaven’s treasury to redeem not only our souls but our bodies at the cross, it is in God’s own interest to protect his investment in us and to spare us sexual defeat.  All of his power to protect all of our purity—ours for the asking.  How could the headlines be better?

November 2, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

Was this some sort of Halloween joke?  The headline caught my eye:  “Hunter shot by his dog.”  You’ve got to be kidding!  No, the Des Moines, Iowa, story turns out to be very true, painfully true.  Jim Harris, 39, was out hunting last weekend on the opening day of pheasant season.  As he and his canine buddy were moving through the brush, Harris stopped, laid down his shot gun, and you can guess the rest.  “Man’s best friend” accidentally stepped on the shotgun, tripped the trigger, and at close range pumped 100-120 pellets into Harris’ calf.  The good news is that Jim is recovering from surgery in good condition, except for a very sore four-inch circle on his calf. “Hunter shot by his dog.”  Some things in life are just plain backwards at times, aren’t they? Take this headline from the upper room the night before Jesus was crucified.  There in the orange glow of those flickering torches, Jesus turns to his closest companions and friends on earth and declares, “’You did not choose Me, but I chose you’” (John 15:16). But we get that headline backwards sometimes, don’t we?  It’s easy to get to thinking that all this talk about “the chosen” must mean that people with enough spiritual smarts will make the right choice and settle in with the right God and the right theology and the right lifestyle.  If only everybody else would just do the same (so the subliminal thinking goes).  But Jesus’ quiet assertion that night is that such thinking is backwards.  The choice that matters most isn’t my choice or your choice—it’s clearly his choice.  “I chose you.” Oswald Chambers, in his classic My Utmost for His Highest, drives home the point:  “Keep that note of greatness in your creed.  It is not that you have got God, but that He has got you” (299). Good news for all the times you and I mess up our choices, foul up our resolutions and just plain get it all backwards.  “You did not choose Me, but I chose you.”  Which means that you’ve been chosen by the only One in the universe who knows how to make a perfect choice.  Which, of course, doesn’t make you or me perfect.  But it does reverse the headline of salvation’s focus from imperfect us to perfect Him. And in anybody’s book, that would surely make God, not dog, our “very best friend.”

October 26, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

Two very different headlines this week ought to give us all pause.  Mother Nature’s awful conflagration in southern California has been front and center all week long for the American news media.  And why not?  The greatest evacuations in California’s history were the result of what may yet be the most devastating fires in that state’s history.  Fortunately the loss of human life was limited.  But the economic and ecological losses to that region of the state and nation are monumental and mounting.

Scientists and climatologists describe “the perfect storm” of unusually dry, hot autumn weather and a prolonged drought for the region combined with the blast of the easterly Santa Ana winds.  Some speak of “global warming,” others of “climate change,” but all wonder if this destructive convergence of nature’s forces is an omen of things to come.

This same week on the other side of the Atlantic, the German-based Energy Watch Group (www.energywatchgroup.org) released a study in London announcing that global oil production peaked in 2006 (much earlier than experts had expected), and that production “will fall by half as soon as 2030.”  Hans-Josef Fell, EWG’s founder and a member of the German parliament, said, “The world soon will not be able to produce all the oil it needs as demand is rising while supply is falling.  This is a huge problem for the world economy” (10-22-07, www.guardian.co.uk).

British energy economist David Fleming, in responding to this report, stated, “Anticipated supply shortages could lead easily to disturbing scenes of mass unrest as witnessed in Burma this month.  For government, industry and the wider public, just muddling through is not an option any more as this situation could spin out of control and turn into a complete meltdown of society” (ibid).  (An over reaction?  One doesn’t have to be a geologist or a prophet to predict that in order to sustain the world’s petroleum-based economies, military conquest and control of earth’s oil reserves may be the only political solution for economic survival.)

The point of these two headlines?  Apocalyptic prophecies of global ecological meltdown before the return of Christ (see Revelation 16) may not be so far fetched after all.

But how should the Adventist Christian respond?  First, let us be “green” and lead our communities in protecting the earth—practicing recycling, conserving fuel consumption (walk more, drive less), preserving natural habitats of wildlife and fauna, etc.  (See www.treehugger.com/gogreen.php for more suggestions.)  But second, let us be “going.”  The thinking class of earth earnestly seeks a solution.  What better time to go to them with the good news of Christ’s promise, “I am coming soon to make all things new” (Revelation 22:12; 21:5).   Mother nature and human nature both stand in need of deliverance.   More and more it is clear—the only lasting solution left for earth is the One who is soon to come.  Then shall we not go to them for him now?

October 18, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

One out of every eight people on earth lives on the continent of Africa.  But the mystique of that ancient continent—with its stunning natural beauty and its enchanting native lore—has been bowed by the twin epidemics of poverty and HIV/AIDS.  The World Bank identifies Africa as the greatest aid challenge on earth, reporting that more than 314 million Africans—nearly twice as many as in 1981—live on less than $1 a day. Thirty-four of the world’s 48 poorest countries, and 24 of the 32 countries ranked lowest on the United Nations Development Programme’s Human Development Index, are in Africa. Moreover, more than 3 million Africans are killed each year by HIV/AIDS and malaria, diseases that, combined, are estimated to cost more than 1 percentage point of Africa’s per capita growth each year.  (http://web.worldbank.org/WBSITE/EXTERNAL/COUNTRIES/AFRICAEXT/0)

Interface these statistics with headline reports of explosive growth in the Seventh-day Adventist church in Africa (the fastest growing segment of our global spiritual family), and the rationale for a Pan-African church leadership summit here at Andrews University this weekend is more than obvious.  How shall the global church join with the churches of Africa in strategically bringing the everlasting gospel to bear on the endemic challenges of poverty and AIDS?  And how shall we effectively nurture and disciple the millions of new Adventist Christians that throng the church in Africa?

Here on campus for that summit, our pulpit guest today is a friend of mine, since I had the opportunity of ministering with him in Johannesburg, South Africa, in March, 2005.  He was president at that time of the Southern Africa-Indian Ocean Division of the Seventh-day Adventist Church.  But later that year he was elected general vice-president of our world church.  And I’m grateful Dr. Pardon Mwansa joins us today in worship.

I have invited this church leader to the pulpit, not only because of his influence in the church’s strategic mission to Africa and to Islam, but also because this campus parish represents the Adventist Church’s western challenge—the mobilization of a new generation of young professionals in the mission of Christ in Africa and on all the other continents of earth.  The staggering statistics of global poverty, disease, and political and religious instability notwithstanding, this must become our “finest hour” in the mobilization of new leaders, new missionaries, new servants of humanity.  And who better to go for Christ than the young of this movement?  And who better to articulate that call today than our guest preacher?

But then, the commission of Jesus belongs to all of us:  “Go into all the world and proclaim the good news to the whole creation” (Mark 16:15 NRSV).  Irrespective of our disciplines, our majors and our professions, it remains our highest calling, does it not?

October 12, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

Did you hear about the Pittsburgh man last week who went in to a Giant Eagle supermarket and paid for a head of lettuce with a $1 million bill?  That’s right—one million dollars.   And he asked for change!  The wide-eyed but suspicious clerk notified the manager, who promptly confiscated the bill.  Whereupon the customer promptly flew into a tirade, smashing the electronic funds-transfer machine beside the cashier and grabbing the scanner gun.  Police arrested the man.  When later asked by a reporter for comment, a police spokeswoman replied, “It’s a bit different.” It certainly is!  The U.S. Treasury has never printed a one million dollar bill.  Since 1969, when the Grover Cleveland $1,000 bill was taken out of circulation, the $100 bill has been the largest banknote in circulation.   And the man asked for change. Bogus bills and counterfeit banknotes.  You aren’t going to fool anybody with a million dollar bill.  But ATF agents with the Department of Treasury are on constant lookout for counterfeit $20 and $100 bills.  Why?  Because counterfeits are based upon the genuine, not on somebody’s wishful thinking. Obviously, it is the existence of the genuine that makes the counterfeits possible. Which is why today’s teaching, “How to Stone the Prophet,” is so critical.  God has always offered the genuine.  And since the beginning, the dark moral counterfeiter of earth (whom we know as the devil) has attempted to pass off his counterfeits of that divine genuine.  And not surprisingly, given the length of time the devil has had to practice and perfect his cunning counterfeit, more than a few have been duped and deceived. In fact so confusing is the deception, that now there are some who have reversed reality, and are declaring the genuine to be a counterfeit, and the counterfeit to be the genuine! Which is why I hope you’ll prayerfully examine this teaching.  Download it from this website as a podcast, and ruminate over it with your MP3 player.  Pull out your Bible, and review the evidence.  The counterfeit is so prevalent that this may be the first time you’ve ever examined the genuine.  Take your time.  Too much is at stake to be wrong.  The Spirit of God will guide you, if you ask him. And that $1 million bill?  Police now believe it was a promotional piece from a Dallas-based ministry that distributed thousands of religious pamphlets with a picture of President Grover Cleveland on a $1 million bill.   You see, when it comes to identifying the genuine, not even a church will do.  So, stick with the Word of God.

October 4, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

If you’re a firstborn, did you know there was a price on your head?  This headline is a tad old (about 3,500 years or so), but nevertheless it’s true.  On that dark and fateful night that the slave kingdom of Israel fled Egypt in the mighty Exodus, God declared that the firstborn of every Israelite family (and flock and herd) belonged to him, “It is Mine” (Exodus 13:2).

Was God playing favorites?  Not at all.  Rather, he was branding deep into that slave community’s perpetual consciousness the supernatural deliverance Israel’s firstborn received on the night of the tenth plague.  Remember the story?  Through Moses God warned both Egyptians and Israelites alike that death would “pass over” the land at midnight, and only those homes that had painted the blood of a lamb upon their doorposts and lintels would be spared the death of their firstborn.  “And it came to pass at midnight” that it happened just as Moses had decreed, and “there was a great cry in Egypt” (Exodus 12:29, 30).  Only the firstborn “under the blood” had been spared.

So that they would never forget that mighty deliverance, God later instituted in Israel a “head tax” for every firstborn, five shekels of silver (see Numbers 3:47; 18:16), a perpetual reminder that God alone was their Deliverer, firstborn and all born.

But when the story of the greatest Exodus of all (from the bondage of sin) is told in the New Testament, the fate of the firstborn is reversed!  For the sacrifice of Christ is portrayed, not as the deliverance but rather as the death of the Divine Firstborn:  “Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn from the dead . . . who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood” (Revelation 1:5).  For at Calvary the death angel of divine judgment did not pass over the Firstborn.  Rather “he was wounded for our transgressions, and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all” (Isaiah 53:5-7).

I happen to be my mother’s firstborn.  But no matter your birth order, the deliverance we have gathered to celebrate today declares us all “the church of the firstborn” (Hebrews 12:23)!  And who’s complaining?  After all, the sacrificial love and death of our Savior truly is a one-way ticket to the Promised Land for all “the chosen” who believe.  Chosen as you are, then, do you believe?

September 28, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

Even if you’re afraid of heights, this is one pinnacle I wish you could stand upon.  Many consider it one of the most sacred sites in all of Dark Ages history.  Today I’ve invited my young friends from the School of Architecture here at Andrews University to share with you the story of that unforgettable day when together we stood atop the Castelluzzo, that infamous rock tower high above the alpine valleys of northwest Italy and immortalized in John Milton’s sonnet, “On the Late Massacre in Piedmont”:
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;
Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones,
Forget not: in thy book record their groans . . . .

But how can one brief moment of worship possibly capture the crimson drama of the Waldenses?  And why make their intrepid preservation of the light of Holy Scripture through five hundred long years of  spiritual darkness our theme for Alumni Sabbath?  After all, the world and Christendom have long forgotten the “Bloody Easter” (April 24, 1655) massacre of those hapless innocents—a crime against humanity so unspeakable that when Sir Oliver Cromwell read the eyewitness accounts of the slaughter, he declared a day of fasting and prayer across England.  But why should we care today?

Because in the fulfillment of the Apocalypse’s cryptic words in Revelation 12—the vision tale of a woman fleeing from an ancient Serpent into a barren wilderness and there hidden by God for the long, dark ages of medieval Christianity—in that fulfillment still witnessed to by the silent rocky sentinels of the Piedmonts is the unspoken assurance that the God who has preserved ancient truth through the crimson centuries since Calvary, the same God who raised up this university over a century ago, is the very God who will yet proclaim that very truth to this generation through the remnant seed of that very woman.  For that reason their story is ours.

For as surely as Almighty God called upon the men, women and children of those cloistered valleys long ago, he is calling upon the men, women and children of this generation to embrace the missional legacy of the Waldensian people, captured in their Latin motto, Lux lucet in tenebris.  “The light shines in darkness.”  Indeed it did.  And indeed it must.  Yet.  In your life and mine.  Shine into the gathering darkness of a culture and world desperate for even the fragments of the only Light who can yet heal this world he loves.

September 22, 2007
By Dwight K. Nelson

Would you like to know what a group of students, faculty and community members identified as God’s top four agenda priorities for our world and our university?  For the past two weeks our House of Prayer has been focusing on “Seeking God’s Agenda.”  The premise to that quest is simply that the goal of the Christian’s prayer life is to embrace God’s agenda as your own agenda.  (Have you noticed—so much of our praying focuses on our own agendas for ourselves, our needs, our wants, our problems, our desperations.  Nothing wrong with bringing those to God, to be sure.  But the great prayers of the ancient scriptures reveal a compelling focus on the divine agenda first.)

But then, coming to a sense of agreement as to what the divine agenda might be isn’t really a complicated task, is it?  For example, if I asked you to list right now what you believe God’s most important priorities are in his agenda for this university or for your own life, for that matter, would it be hard to come up with them?

After prayerfully preparing our hearts through music and reflection, I was surprised at how quickly last week these agenda items were suggested by individuals in our prayer fellowship.  If God has a prayer list, what do you suppose is at the top of that list?  Here were their responses: #1—that this world of lost sinners might be saved (Isaiah 45:22); #2—that all might come to personally know Him (Jeremiah 9:23, 24); #3—that Christ might be lifted up and draw all to him (John 12:32); and, #4—that God’s name might be glorified upon the earth (Revelation 14:7).

Wouldn’t you agree?  I do.  After all, what would God want more than to save every lost heart on this campus, and this world?  Go down that list of four agenda items—is there one you would take off that list?  Sure, you may think of one or two you’d want to add to that list.

But here’s the proposition: what would happen if you took these four divine agenda items and began weaving them into your own private praying?  What could be more fulfilling than to know that what is preoccupying your praying are the very longings that preoccupy the heart of God?  After all, “can two walk together, unless they are agreed?”  (Amos 3:3)