Fighting the Enemy 25 Years after 9/11

The last week delivered stories, accounts, and video clips of the events of 9/11/2001. We’ve lived 25 years with the outcomes of the attack. Each American alive at the time has a different take on the events of that dreadful day. Part of the problem is how many Americans were not alive 25 years ago or who have little or no memory of the day.

The Terrifying Day

Here in the Midwest, the first jet slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City at 7:45 a.m. Across the fruited plains, many were on their way to work, most school children had yet to leave home or were finishing breakfast, and some parents were pulling out of the drop-off line when the radio broadcasters or morning television shows broke in with what appeared to be a freak accident.

A commercial airliner hit a skyscraper. Weird, but o.k. we supposed it could happen. Really tall building, mechanical failure with the plane, something wrong in the cockpit. Tragic, but it made sense.

Then it happened again, and that made no sense. This could not be mere coincidence. Eighteen minutes following the first attack a second airliner, fully loaded with jet fuel, penetrated the South Tower.

At 8:45 a.m. a third jet tilted nose down ramming into the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. Twenty-five minutes later a fourth jet crashed in a Pennsylvania field when its passengers mutinied against their terrorist captors not allowing their flight to be the next attack on the American people and the American way of life. Their sacrifice cannot be measured.

By 9:30 a.m. both towers at the World Trade Center collapsed, reducing the nearly 1,400 feet tall skyscrapers to mere rubble. The fire at the Pentagon was out of control. Every airborne plane flying in U.S. airspace was ordered to land immediately. The combined air power of the U.S. military took to the skies with orders to shoot down any and every aircraft non-responsive to the order to land. The mainland of the United States was under attack from an enemy we could not identify, and, therefore, could not defend against. Everyone was a potential threat, and all of us were potential targets. It was a terrifying day.

In less time than it takes to drive from St. Paul to St. Cloud,
the United States of America changed.

I remember the morning with clarity. It was a blue sky, crisp autumn day here in Minnesota. Driving to my office at the church building, the radio broadcaster reported the first bits and pieces out of New York City. By the time I sat down in my office chair, the second tower had been hit. I quickly grabbed an old television and worked to get reception from any broadcast channel. When the third jet bored into the Pentagon, I told my administrative assistant I was heading home. There I found my 10, 7, 4, and 2-year-olds and their mom watching the live feed. It wouldn’t be many days after that our little boy reenacted with his toy cars, planes, building blocks, and miniature people what he saw on the screen.

I struggled with how to minister to the people of our church in the days immediately following. The worship on the following Sunday morning was somber. I didn’t know what to say to the people in front of me. In my study on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, I pondered what the Lord would have me convey to the confused, emotional, angry, and fearful who would gather on Sunday.

Nothing in my seminary training nor anything in my thirteen years as an assistant pastor had prepared me for how to be a pastor under this circumstance. I’m somewhat embarrassed to say I preached a sermon borrowed from an online presence. It wasn’t a particularly good sermon. In my defense, I was 36-years-old and had been in the pulpit for less than ten months. I had no idea what to do or say.

New Age Tactics

25 years later many of us are far more informed about Islam than we previously were.

  • We’ve learned Islam is not a religion of peace as has been told to us over and again. Islam is an ideology of domination that requires and acknowledges only full submission.
     

  • Some of us have read more broadly Islam’s history. We have concluded the Crusades were not an immoral action against Islam but were sacrifices of Christian men and women to rescue brothers and sisters enslaved and massacred by invaders.
     

  • We’ve learned Islam has an insatiable lust for world domination. Islam knows nothing of compromise. Islam does not negotiate, and Islam will not surrender to anyone – never has, never will. It accepts one outcome.
     

  • We see the tactics Islam has employed in the last 25 years: infiltrate and use the policies and principles of the West to subvert the West. Islam has taken advantage of birthright citizenship, social services, and the general goodwill of the West. Islam sees the potential in elected offices and bureaucratic appointments. Keith Ellison, the current Attorney General for Minnesota, was the first Muslim to win a seat in the U.S. Congress. He won his seat five years after the 9/11 attacks. Presently, five adherents to Islam hold seats in the United States House of Representatives. Eleven Muslims are mayors of our cities, including our largest city, New York City. The Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) tracks 255 followers of Islam holding elected or appointed offices across 26 US states, including 18 state or local judges. No record exists of how many teachers and professors hold positions in our government schools, public colleges, and private universities. What is certain is students are under the direct tutelage of Muslim educators.

The Other Enemy 

I loathe Islam. Its doctrine damns people to an eternal hell, and its worldview suffocates, consumes, enslaves, and kills. There is nothing redeeming or valuable in any expression of Islamic culture. All of it is oppressive. All of it is anti-Jesus. All of it is anti-West. It cannot be tolerated and must be opposed by every ethical means available to a nation.

On the other hand, we are Christians who follow our Lord Jesus Christ. There is no hate in him, and there can be no hate in us. More concerning to me than the invasion of the West by Islam is the invasion of hate in our hearts. It is common in the Minneapolis / St. Paul metro to walk into a retail store and interact with a female employee wearing a hijab or to see a late model Toyota or Honda driven by the same. In that brief moment, we cannot tolerate the smallest intrusion of hate in our hearts. We must check the first impulses of disdain and contempt when we hear Arabic spoken in our presence. These musings of the heart are not of the Lord. They are born of our flesh.

I cannot predict what the next 25 years will hold for the West and for the United States of America. I pray for the stand of the West against the Muslim nemesis. Where we can fight against Islam – politically, culturally, civic involvement, voter participation – we must. We are responsible for our time. You will need to work out your opposition tactics. Moreso, we must fight against every inkling of hatred because the flesh can produce nothing profitable (John 6:63).

May God spare us from enemies without and enemies within.

As always, thanks for reading, and I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

Dolly

My conservative, evangelical roots delivered many admirable results. Among them, I had little interaction with pop culture. I didn’t know much about bands, movies, or celebrities. That may explain why professional sports played a large part in my life as a kid.

Few people achieve instant recognition from their first name alone. Dolly was one of the few. When Dolly Parton died last week, many in my generation felt her loss. She was an icon to them, a superior talent, lived a compelling rags to riches story, and a generous socialite notably to the children of East Tennessee.

I felt nothing, not because I am numb to death, but because her life holds nothing personal for me. I’ve never watched the movie that features her hit single “9-5.” Apart from the famous line in the song, I know no other lyrics from that song or any others she’s written.

Several years ago, Brenda and I went to Dollywood near Knoxville to celebrate our wedding anniversary.  Dollywood loves the Christmas season. That’s my top Dolly Parton interaction, but Tim Walz, the soon departing governor of Minnesota, the state where I live, had more to say about her.

In an official declaration, Walz wrote, “The world is a better place because of Dolly Parton. Dolly is an American icon who devoted her life to philanthropy and advocating fiercely for literacy and LGBTQ+ rights, often standing alone for what was right.” His wording was intentional.

He was not declaring the righteousness of philanthropy nor praising the promotion of literacy. He was declaring the righteousness of what God says is wicked (Romans 1). None who know Walz is surprised by this. Like other progressives, he takes every opportunity to support perversion.

In the last two years, there has been a relief from the aggressive promotion of The Acronym, but do not be mistaken, this is temporary and will rise again. Knowing this, Christians stay alert. We teach our children God’s design in creation, marriage, and righteous sexuality (Genesis 1-2). We live a righteous sexuality. We bend our minds toward God not away from him. To quote the governor, we stand for what is right.

If given the opportunity, I’d like to ask Mr. Walz how we determine what is right? Who gets to decide? On what basis? Jesus said we don’t get to throw around the idea of morality without foundation. Jesus said morality begins and ends with God (Mark 10:18). Christians always submit to what God says is right. He does not hide his declarations.

As always, thanks for reading, and I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

Skool

It happened again this week, just like it did last year around this time, and the year before that, and the year before that – the first day of school in the new academic year. Moms took pictures. Kids carried new backpacks. Teachers smiled at a classroom that will not be this clean for nine months. High school boys scoped the halls because high school boys scope the halls.

At some point in the year, most parents will address with one of their young scholars the question, “Why do I have to go to school?”

Some Good Answers

You know the standard answers. They were given to you, and they’re not bad answers. Some are positive; others are negative.

  • “You need to go to school to get a job.”

  • “If you don’t go to school, you’ll never get into college.”

  • “You need to go to school so you can learn how the world works.”

  • “School helps you discover what you’re good at.”

  • “You go to school so you can have more choices when you grow up.”

  • “School helps you practice doing things even when you don’t feel like it.”

  • “You go to school so you can learn how to work with other people.”

  • “Because your future self will thank you for it.”

But what if you’ve got one of those really smart kids who isn’t satisfied with your answers and offers rebuttals? Something like this…

  • “Joe’s dad quit school, and he runs his own business.”

  • “Maybe I don’t want to go to college.”

  • “Where do I sign up for the class, “How the World Works’”?

  • “I already know what I am good at, and school isn’t one of them.”

  • “I don’t need choices. I like things how they are now.”

  • “You make me wash dishes when I don’t feel like it. How much more do I need to practice things I don’t like to do?”

  • “I don’t want to work with other people. I prefer to do things by myself.”

  • “Have you met my future self? No? Then how do you know what my future self will thank me for?”

The Best Answer

With our children and grandchildren, the best answers we can provide point them to our God. They go to school and do their best because learning glorifies God. The best answers to all questions are the ones that make a straight line to God, answers that avoid the subjective territory of human experience – a good job, a better life, and more opportunities.

You’ll need to think over these conversations depending on the age and maturity of your child, but they go something like this.

“Son, we are Christians. Have you thought about how God made us? He gave us brains, but those brains didn’t come loaded with every app. He could have done that for us, but he did not. Our brains are a gift from our creator. We please him, and we glorify him when we use and develop the gifts he has given to us. Is that hard? Sure, it is. Will he help you? Absolutely, he will. So, we go to school because going to school and learning as much as you can about what God created glorifies him and is good for you. Will you glorify God by going to school today?”

The appeal to the conscience puts your child in direct line with God. At the moment, your kid is answering not only to you but to God. That’s a good thing.

To be sure, there’s more to the conversation than the brief interaction I described, but there is not less. In every application, our best move in the formation of the young Christians who follow us is to place them under the Lordship of Christ. For many, you will need to study the best ways to have that conversation, just like you studied hard when you were a student and as hard as you expect your children to study.

Here’s a great verse for you and your family as the new school year begins.

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up” (Galatians 6:5).

Note: If you made it this far, thanks. Also, I do know the correct spelling of school. The title was a tease to get you to read further. It worked.

As always, thanks for reading, and I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

I Am a Selective Hugger

There’s a lot of hugging the Bible. You won’t find the actual word in the ESV, KJV, NKJV, or the NIV, but it’s there.

  • Jacob hugs his grandsons (Genesis 48:10).

  • Ruth hugs Naomi shortly after both suffered the loss of their husbands (Ruth 1:14).

  • Esau hugs Jacob, which is a little funny since they weren’t on hugging terms (Genesis 33:4).

  • Our Lord hugs children (Mark 10:16).

  • The old man hugs his prodigal son when he comes home (Luke 15:10).

  • The elders in the Ephesian church hug Paul when he says goodbye (Acts 20:37).

I am not a hugger – grandchildren are the exception – and never have been. It’s not a phobia or anything. I am simply not all that interested, but…

Improving My Marriage

Later this year, Brenda and I will celebrate 39 years of marriage, if the Lord wills. We have a good marriage, a really good marriage. My library is full of books on marriage. I read most everything about marriage I can get my hands on. I have every intention of continuing to read on the subject until one of us is with the Lord. My marriage isn’t as good as it could be, and I want it to be better.

A few months ago, while thinking on marriage and on this simple phrase from Song of Solomon, I made a conscious decision to implement a daily practice in my union with Brenda.

“His right hand embraces me (2:6)”

Brenda and I have rituals in our marriage. For example, I regularly leave the house in the morning before she does. I kiss her goodbye. At the end of the day, whoever is home first (usually Brenda) greets upon arrival the other (usually me) with a kiss (1 Peter 5:14, et al). It’s a good habit.

Not long ago, I thought, “I don’t hug her enough. I don’t really hug her at all. I should start doing that.” So, I started hugging her every day, without fail. I mean, it’s not that hard to do. And I told her what I am doing. She knows I am going to hug her every day for no other reason than she’s my wife, and, it seems to me, to be a really good thing for a husband to do.

Early Returns 

I’ll admit my exegesis of the Scripture on the subject might be sketchy. There’s no command in the Bible mandating a husband hug his wife, and the brief line in Song of Solomon sets no standard to achieve. Still, I cannot deny the quick results and kick myself for not embracing this a long time ago. Since I started hugging her EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I look at her differently…better…softer…kinder…more patiently…more appreciatively…maybe more like our Lord looks at us, the church, his bride (Ephesians 5:25-33).

Will a hug a day keep the bad marriage vibes away? I can’t make any promises, but I can witness the positive impact on an already good marriage. I’d be surprised if it didn’t do the same for you.

As always, thanks for reading, and I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

O Beautiful for Spacious Skies

I was 10 years old on July 4, 1976. Our nation’s bicentennial came the day before my 11thbirthday. My mom often told me the annual fireworks show was part of my birthday party. I knew that wasn’t true, but I liked the thought.

My Country 'Tis of Thee

The summer of ’76 was a great time to be an American kid. No school meant baseball, bike rides, and hours in the backyard pool. Simpler times, for sure. As a bonus, our country was celebrating 200 years as a nation.

The US Mint printed bicentennial quarters to commemorate the event. We tried not to spend those, but when it was all you had, and you needed to beat the summer heat, you dropped the keepsake into the pop machine to grab a cold one. Pepsi didn’t miss a beat. Their heaven’s nectar came in collectable red, white, and blue cans marked with 1776-1976 graphics. The Good Ol’ Days.

Like many from every previous generation, I look back longingly to days gone by, but that doesn’t mean I want to go back. For all the struggles in the present, I thank the Lord that I live in the time that I do.

We’ve all heard the history lessons about the Atlantic crossings that brought our nation’s first citizens to her shores. In 1776, an ocean trek from Europe to America was 6 to 8 weeks long. A few months ago, I made a longer ocean crossing in under 9 hours. My grandmother would find it hard to believe that I have traveled to the Philippines, the Hawaiian Islands, India, Europe, England, Central America, and the Caribbean Islands in the last 30 years, many of those places multiple times. Only the elite could have done that 50 years ago.

In many ways, my life is easier, my standard of living is higher, and my lifestyle is better than it was for my parents 50 years ago. When I look at my children and grandchildren, I see better for them than what I knew before they were born. In all the challenges, life is better in so many ways. I cannot diminish the part the United States has played in making my life, your life, and our descendants’ lives better than the generations before us. It’s not heaven, but it’s pretty good.

Proud to Be an American

I am humbled to be a citizen of this great country. When overseas, I am never embarrassed to say where I am from. I had nothing to do with my citizenry, but I thank God for it. I smile when I watch the reels of soccer fans from around the world who have descended on our land as they cheer their times in the World Cup. Much of what I take for granted is beyond belief to them.

“You mean you can refill your pop again and again until you don’t want anymore, and there’s no extra charge?”

“Yep, we call that ‘Freedom’”

In a few days, we will celebrate 250 years since the signing of our Declaration of Independence. As Job declared long ago, God birthed our nation (12:23). I hope you praise God for this nation as I do, and I hope you pray for its longevity.

So, celebrate loud and bold, Christians! You are citizens of the greatest country on earth, by the grace of God.

As always, thanks for reading, and I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.