When God Sends The Harvest To Your Front Door

I guess one of the benefits of being off for Spring Break is the opportunity for more Jehovah Witness encounters at the house.

They usually just drop off their Watchtower Literature because no one’s home. But this morning I had the opportunity to have a biblical discussion with two older gentlemen from the local Kingdom Hall. They first made some general points about the end times and the marks of a true Christian, which I had no problem affirming. But before they left I guided the discussion to the physical resurrection of the body (which they deny) and finally the Trinity (which they deny).

We had an amicable Word-centered dialogue for about 30 minutes. The last 1o minutes or so they attempted to excuse themselves from the conversation but I kept plodding along with my point or posed a different question I had for them.

“We’ll talk more about the Trinity when we come back!” One said.

“I’d love that!” I said. “These kind of discussions help keep me on my toes.”

I shook hands with them, told them when they could reach me, and promised an open door anytime I was home.

What was pretty cool in retrospect was that I had just happened upon the above infographic from Challies site right before my encounter. The Trinity is a mysterious and beautiful doctrine no finite mind can grasp. Unfortunately, Jehovah Witnesses explain it away on supposed logical grounds (one said to me “How can the Son be God and have to pray to God the Father?”) or an argument from silence (the other said to me, “The word Trinity is not even in the Bible.”). Other well-meaning Christians fall in the opposite ditch and try to explain the Trinity too much (as the graphic illustrates).

I shared with the gentlemen “If we could put the nature of God in a nice tidy box we could comprehend then He would cease being God.”

I asked them:

“Could Jehovah answer a prayer right here in Lynn Haven, FL and simultaneously answer a prayer in Africa and Asia?”


“Could He answer thousands of prayers at once?”


“Explain to me in logical terms how Jehovah could do that.”

They stared at me for a few moments and changed the subject.

Of course, with all such encounters you replay each argument after the fact and critique your failure to sound like a multiple PHd in biblical languages, theology, and philosophy. But I think the door is open for more dialogue, and I need dissenting opinions to keep me sharp and humble.

I hope we never miss an opportunity to witness to someone knocking down our door so we can explain to them the Scriptures. (1 Peter 3:15)

And let’s not worry if we don’t know all the technical answers. God can use the fumbling stuttering words of any humble saint who desires to please Him and be faithful to His Word. He did it with Moses. He can do it with us.

We plant simple powerful gospel seeds, God makes them grow as He wills. (1 Cor 3:7)

Peace and Grace,

Bryan Daniels

The Cult of Cam Newton-We Are All Witnesses

We are all witnesses.

At least that is what the Nike marketers for Lebron James want us to believe.  King James has been tailor-made to be the sole heir of the mantle left by Air Jordan and those wishing to be “like Mike.” And with the fervor of a religious crusade, slickly crafted ad campaigns continue to force feed us hero-worship as a viable cure for the longings of our souls.

There is something deep within us, that yearns to admire, anoint, and adulate something or someone. This cult of personality is manifested most in the cases of sports and music.

Look no further than Heisman winner Cam Newton. His astronomical rise to the top of college football folklore is what legends are made of. Here is an amazing observation of this recent heroic cultural icon: The media is already saying Cam Newton is better than Tim Tebow. Would anyone have thought, after the recent media slobberfest over college football’s über darling (Tebow*), that a star would rise so soon that surpasses Tebow’s fame in displays of worship, fanaticism and hyperbole? Nostradamus couldn’t have called that one.

Let’s put it in perspective: These are twenty year old kids who happen to have been dealt a generous genetic hand that includes strength, size, and speed; they haven’t cured cancer, they haven’t solved world hunger, and none have been honored with a Nobel Peace prize (as if that meant anything anymore). They’re kids who play Call of Duty, drink beer (probably) and try to hit on frat girls. Yet the games they play in are a multibillion dollar business that thousands of men with families drink, fight, gamble and cry over.

I happen to be one of those men. And before you ask the answer is Yes, of course I’m jealous of guys like Newton and Tebow.

The cult of celebrity on the music side is even more illogical and silly. Just look at Michael Jackson’s recent funeral spectacle. People wept, worshiped, wailed, and fainted over the King of pop’s passing. After death, his life was so romanticized it had a hint of greek mythological flavor to it; only the denominational adherents of John Lennon and Jim Morrison are so obnoxious in their martyr like verbosity.

Of course, you can witness this at any run of the mill Jonas Brothers or Justin Bieber concert. Thousands of young girls and their mom’s are whipped up into a fever pitch frenzy as they idolize and fawn over boys who can’t even serve in the military yet.

Grown men, little girls, it’s all the same. One thing is undeniably crystal clear about these strange displays: We all were made to worship. (Ecc 3:11)

The question isn’t whether we worship anything; the question is what or who are we worshiping right now?

Instead of big sweaty men in tights, or narcissistic little boys in skinny jeans, our worship should be reserved for the only one it is due: Jesus Christ.

If any man possesses any attractive or praise worthy attribute it comes from Christ (Colossians 1:16). If any man can exalt in anything, it must be Christ (Galatians 6:14). All the awards, crowds and media campaigns will mean nothing in 1000 years. Rome, the once crowning achievement of mankind, is a pile of rubble and tourist traps. 

If we were to be awestruck over anything it should be at how much God loves us in spite of our propensity to chase after such idols (Romans 5:8-12)

If we  are to weep, fall and even faint, the foot of the cross would be a perfect place to do so (Revelation 1:17). After all, that will be our posture for an eternity before the majestic throne of God.

Real heroes don’t play fleeting little games or sing silly little pop songs; the real Hero died on the cross for our sins and won an eternal victory for us through his resurrection. If we are to be struck with anything, let’s be awe-struck with a vision of the “glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ” (2 Cor. 4:4,6). With that shockingly good news let’s say with tearful amazement, “We are all witnesses.” (Acts 1:8)

* I’m not a bitter FSU fan….promise…

Bryan Daniels

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