The original Liberty Tree

Sons_of_Liberty_Broadside,_1765 The God of our fathers raised up Jesus whom you murdered by hanging on a tree. Him God has exalted to His right hand to be Prince and Savior, to give repentance to Israel and forgiveness of sins. – Acts 5:30-31, New King James Version

Today, those of us who live in the United States celebrate our nation’s independence. On this date in 1776, the Second Continental Congress formally adopted the Declaration of Independence. (Most historians believe the actual signing of the Declaration didn’t take place until early August.) The Declaration of Independence asserted that, from that point forward, the American colonies were independent of British rule.

The struggle for independence wasn’t the work of a day, of course. Britain’s 13 American colonies had been a cauldron of political discontent for some time. Americans balked at burdensome taxes and felt their needs were being ignored by parliament and the crown.

The problem came to a boil in 1765, when the British Parliament passed the infamous Stamp Act, a tax on all legal documents, permits, commercial contracts, newspapers, pamphlets, and playing cards. Then, as now, Americans hated what they considered to be an unfair tax. So, in true American fashion, they decided to hold demonstrations of protest.

One of the most famous Stamp Act protests took place in Boston, Massachusetts, the birthplace of the American Revolution. On August 14, 1765, a group of men calling themselves the “Sons of Liberty” gathered in front of a grocery store at the corner of Essex Street and Orange Street, near Hanover Square. They staged their anti-tax demonstration under a large, old elm tree, and concluded it in fine American fashion by hanging two tax collectors in effigy.

From that point forward, the elm at the corner of Essex and Orange became known as the “Liberty Tree.”

In following days, the Sons of Liberty gathered under the Liberty Tree to stage demonstrations against British tyranny. The tree became a rallying point for patriots and a symbol of the ongoing American struggle for freedom. Patriots hung banners and lanterns from its branches to symbolize unity to the cause of independence.

Not surprisingly, British sympathizers and agents of the British government did not feel an affinity for the old elm tree. They scorned what it represented and mocked the colonists who met in its shade. British soldiers even tarred and feathered a patriot named Thomas Ditson, and then forced him to march in front of the tree. Finally, late in August 1775, a party of Loyalists – colonists who sided with the British government – chopped down the Liberty Tree and used it for firewood.

The British and their sympathizers had done away with the Liberty Tree, but they couldn’t kill what it represented. As the seeds of revolution spread across the colonies, more “Liberty Trees” were selected as gathering places for patriots. If a tree was not available, locals erected a pole around which to plot. As the idea of liberty took root, images of the tree appeared on colonial flags.

After the Revolutionary War ended with American independence, the Liberty Tree lived on. It appeared in France in 1790 as a symbol of the revolution raging there. Five years later, another Liberty Tree was planted in Amsterdam. In 1798, Italians marked their freedom by establishing their own Liberty Tree. Even into the 20th century, the tradition of planting a tree to represent liberty endured.

Today, a bronze plaque marks the location of the original Liberty Tree in Boston. While you may not be able to visit that site today, we can stop and consider the price paid to win the freedoms we celebrate.

Independence Day also reminds Christians that political freedom means little if we are spiritually enslaved. (Spiritual enslavement leads to political enslavement.) However, spiritual liberty didn’t originate under a Boston elm tree: Jesus Christ won it for us on a tree outside Jerusalem almost two millennia ago.

Since that time, many have ridiculed the cross. Others have tried to erase its memory. But despite their efforts, that tree and the freedom it represents has spread around the globe. It lives on in the hearts of millions today.

So while we’re celebrating freedom, let us not forget the original Liberty Tree: the cross of Jesus Christ.

Have a great Independence Day!

Liberty Tree

A song, written early in the American Revolution by Thomas Paine, 1775

In a chariot of light from the regions of day,
The Goddess of Liberty came;
Ten thousand celestials directed the way,
And hither conducted the dame.

A fair budding branch from the gardens above,
Where millions with millions agree,
She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love,
And the plant she named Liberty Tree.

The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,
Like a native it flourished and bore;
The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,
To seek out this peaceable shore.

Unmindful of names or distinctions they came,
For freemen like brothers agree;
With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued,
And their temple was Liberty Tree.

Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,
Their bread in contentment they ate
Unvexed with the troubles of silver and gold,
The cares of the grand and the great.

With timber and tar they Old England supplied,
And supported her power on the sea;
Her battles they fought, without getting a groat,
For the honor of Liberty Tree.

But hear, O ye swains, ’tis a tale most profane,
How all the tyrannical powers,
Kings, Commons and Lords, are uniting amain,
To cut down this guardian of ours;

From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms,
Through the land let the sound of it flee,
Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer,
In defense of our Liberty Tree.

Booze and the believer: Is it okay for Christians to drink alcohol?

It is not for kings, O Lemuel – not for kings to drink wine, not for rulers to crave beer… Proverbs 31:4, New International Version

I currently reside in Quincy, Illinois, a small city which comedian Jeff Foxworthy described as having a “bar and a church on every corner.” Foxworthy wasn’t joking. And it is not uncommon for people to leave one and immediately head for the other.

When it comes to Christians and their attitudes towards alcohol, it would seem that teetotalers are in the minority. Drinking is an accepted and widely practiced part of American culture, even in Christian circles. But regardless of what is culturally acceptable, the Bible is the final authority on the matter. However, uncovering what the Bible says about alcohol consumption by Christians may take more than a cursory review.

One fact must be established up front: God absolutely condemns drunkenness in the strongest terms. Paul listed those who would not “inherit the Kingdom of God,” and among those were “idolaters,” “adulterers,” “homosexual offenders,” “thieves” and “drunkards” (1 Corinthians 6:9-10). That definitely is not a club you want to be in. The Apostle also warned the members of the church at Ephesus, “Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery” (5:18). To Roman believers he wrote, “Let us behave decently … not in orgies and drunkenness” (13:13).

The Old Testament writers share several sobering stories that illustrate the dangers of getting drunk. The Bible first mentions alcohol in Genesis 9, where Noah got drunk and naked. One of Noah’s sons sinned against his father in connection with this incident, and consequently received God’s curse on his life. Abraham’s nephew, Lot, committed incest with his daughters while in a drunken fog (Genesis 19), and Nabal, whose name means “fool,” was described in 1 Samuel 25:36 as being “very drunk.” Not long after, “the LORD struck Nabal and he died” (25:38).

Despite these awful examples, the question still remains: does the Bible condemn drinking in moderation, provided you don’t get hammered?

One often cited passage in support of drinking is the account of how Christ turned water into wine at the marriage feast in Cana of Galilee (John 2:1-11). Some have assumed that, considering the evaluation of the banquet master in verse 10 (“you have saved the best till now”), Jesus must have turned that water into the first-century equivalent of Dom Perignon.

But those who do make this assumption are guilty of interpreting Scripture through a 21st century lens. While some modern wine enthusiasts may prefer the hard stuff, there is no reason to assume that the wedding guests in Cana would have agreed. Respected Bible commentator Albert Barnes cites several examples of respected ancient writers who equate “good” wine with that which was “innocent,” or had little intoxicating power.

Furthermore, it should be noted that oinos, the Greek word scholars most commonly translated as “wine” in the New Testament, including in John 2, includes every sort of wine, both fresh and fermented. The context of the chapter does not reveal which meaning is intended.

There are other New Testament passages where early Christians drank oinos, and in some cases it is very probable that the word signifies wine with a certain degree of, shall we say, potency. After all, we are discussing a historical period in which modern methods of preservation and refrigeration were unknown. It also should be noted that the Biblical narrative plays out mostly in a Mediterranean climate, where days can be quite warm. Leave fruit juice sitting around too long, and a little fermentation is bound to take place.

The people of Christ’s day weren’t stupid, however. They understood how the fermentation process works, and they had a remedy: the International Standard Bible Encyclopedia says societies influenced by Greek culture (included first-century Palestine) had a practice of diluting fermented wine with water to eliminate its intoxicating effects.

This diluted wine was included in the celebration of the Jewish feast of Passover. Ungers Bible Dictionary says that during Passover, “water was also mixed with wine, because it was considered too strong to be drunk alone.” Ungers cites one Jewish source as instructing, “The cup of blessing is not to be blessed, until it is mixed with water.”

Jesus and His disciples celebrated the Passover, and Christ eventually transformed the feast into the Christian observance of communion, which recalls His broken body and shed blood to atone for the sins of the world. Ungers notes that, as with the celebration of Passover, “in the early Christian church it was usual to mix the sacramental wine with water.” Paul rebuked Corinthian believers who apparently failed to mix enough water with their wine, and were using the communion celebration as an excuse to get drunk (1 Corinthians 11:21).

Some modern-day believers with a conservative bent might be appalled by the notion that Christ or His followers drank any beverage that might have been even slightly alcoholic. But they too are viewing the first-century with a modern mindset.

In the modern world – at least in the West – if you are thirsty, all you have to do is turn on the tap at the kitchen sink and you have access to a practically endless supply of cold, fresh water. Our grocery store shelves overflow with an abundant variety of non-alcoholic drinks. Most of us never will encounter the need to drink anything questionable.

In days of antiquity, this was not the case. A clean, fresh water supply was a valuable resource that was not always readily available. The International Standard Bible Encyclopedia notes that some areas of Palestine had to rely on cisterns to collect rainfall. During hot, dry periods, these cisterns would become “so stagnant and filthy that it is not fit to drink.” That left first-century Jews with two beverage choices: water that was a bit iffy, and oinos. It’s not hard to imagine them choosing the latter.

Considering the possibility that early Christians may have consumed alcoholic beverages prompts the question, “Is it okay for 21st century Western believers to add a six-pack to the grocery list?”

If He walked the streets of North America in bodily form today, it is difficult for me to imagine Jesus swinging by the liquor store on His way home from the carpenter shop. For starters, in American culture, drinking and drunkenness are Siamese twins. The vast majority of Americans drinkers are tipping them back for one purpose: they want to get slammed. All those people crowding around the bar on Friday night aren’t there because they love the taste. Country singer Toby Keith expressed their agenda when he sang, “Get Drunk and Be Somebody.”

The bottom line: drinking booze is, for all practical purposes, completely unnecessary in North America. There are plenty of other options with which to hydrate ourselves. Choosing to drink alcohol is the equivalent of playing with fire. Do it long enough, and you’re bound to get burned.

“Refrain from drink which is the source of all evil, and the ruin of half the workmen in this Country…” George Washington

Character counts: The greatness of Abraham Lincoln

Hon. Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States (LOC)In survey after survey of historians and political scientists, Abraham Lincoln consistently ranks at or near the top of the list of the greatest U.S. presidents. He towers over American history and the National Mall in Washington, D.C., where his 19-foot tall marble likeness sits enthroned in a quasi-temple.

Anyone with even a rudimentary knowledge of American history knows Lincoln is famous for two things: preserving the union and emancipating the slaves. Along the way, he also managed to deliver a few of the most memorable speeches in American history. Four score and seven years ago…

Not a bad legacy.

Most people also recognize that Lincoln rose to those lofty heights only after overcoming a series of seemingly insurmountable obstacles, including poverty; the death of his mother, sister, and first love, Ann Rutledge; lack of a formal education; and a series of financial and political setbacks, including defeat in his famous 1858 campaign for the U.S. Senate. Lincoln’s contemporaries and historians who have chronicled his life acknowledge that the prairie lawyer was able to overcome these incredible odds and achieve a monumental legacy because of the tremendous strength of his moral character.

Recently, I completed Team of Rivals, Doris Kearns Goodwin’s Pulitzer-prize winning account of Lincoln’s path to the presidency and the stories of the team that surrounded him during his four years in the White House. Goodwin is a superb writer who does a fantastic job of weaving together the stories of Lincoln and the men who filled his cabinet. In the process, she highlights the extraordinary depth of Lincoln’s character.

I’m no Lincoln expert, but, after completing the book, I am convinced that few men could have kept the United States from falling apart during the tumultuous decade of the 1860s. Indeed, the government did descend into a state of semi-chaos during the tenure of his successor, Andrew Johnson.

Lots of great things could be written about Abraham Lincoln, but I was especially struck by the following qualities and characteristics that seem to me to be the reasons he belongs to an elite class of men.

He was ambitious and eager to learn

You don’t reach the White House without a healthy dose of ambition, and Lincoln certainly wasn’t lacking that important ingredient. From his earliest days, he longed to rise above his humble and hardscrabble beginnings and become a difference-maker.

[Abraham Lincoln, Congressman-elect from Illinois. Three-quarter length portrait, seated, facing front] (LOC)Lincoln was just 23 years-old when he decided to run for a seat in the Illinois state legislature. During the campaign, he wrote a letter to the people of Sangamon County in which he proclaimed: “Every man is said to have his peculiar ambition. Whether it be true or not, I can say for one that I have no other so great as that of being truly esteemed of my fellow men, by rendering myself worthy of their esteem.”

It was his ambition that preserved Lincoln through some of his darkest hours. During his early years in Springfield, he became severely depressed to the point that he confessed to his closest friend, Joshua Speed, that he was willing to die. The thought that gave him pause, however, was that “he had done nothing to make any human being remember that he had lived.”

Lincoln’s tremendous ambition also motivated him to pursue self-education. As a young man, he moved to the small community of New Salem, Illinois, where he took a series of jobs as a flatboatman, clerk, merchant, postmaster, and surveyor. None of these promised the sort of prosperous future Lincoln envisioned for himself, so, when he wasn’t working, he read and studied a variety of subjects, including English grammar, literature, geometry and trigonometry.

When he was 25, Lincoln decided he wanted to be a lawyer. He couldn’t afford a high-priced legal education from an eastern college, so he borrowed copies of law books from a friend and buried himself in their pages, mastering their concepts and principals. In time, Lincoln moved to Springfield and became a very successful attorney. His legal practice gave him a chance to travel across the region, where he established contacts that eventually would help him capture the 1860 Republican presidential nomination.

After Lincoln became a prominent attorney, a law student asked him for some career advice. “Get the books, and read, and study them,” Lincoln replied. “Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed, is more important than any other one thing.”

He was compassionate and tenderhearted

Lincoln longed for greatness, but, at the same time, he showed tremendous care and concern for others. After meeting the president, Union General William Tecumseh Sherman remarked that he was “impressed by his kindly nature, his deep and earnest sympathy with the afflictions of the whole people.” Sherman later said, “Of all the men I ever met, he seemed to possess more of the elements of greatness, combined with goodness, than any other.”

One of Lincoln’s particular delights was in proffering presidential pardons. His willingness to show clemency to the condemned became almost legendary. John Hay, Lincoln’s private secretary, recalled a particular Sunday during the height of the Civil War when he and the president reviewed the results of 100 courts-martial. Many of the cases involved soldiers who had been sentenced to death for acts of cowardice, desertion, or falling asleep while on guard duty. Hay noted that Lincoln “caught at any fact which would justify him in saving the life of a condemned soldier.”

Some military officers worried that Lincoln was too lenient, and that his willingness to pardon the guilty would undermine discipline. But Goodwin writes, “Rather than fearing that he had overused his pardoning power, Lincoln feared he had made too little use of it. He could not bear the sound of gunshot on the days when deserters were executed. Only ‘where meanness or cruelty were shown’ did he exhibit no clemency.”

Even when the death penalty was warranted, Lincoln took no pleasure in its application. Early in 1865, captured former Confederate officer and spy John Yates Beall was scheduled to be executed for his efforts to lead rebel raiding parties from Canada into the area around the Great Lakes. Beall’s sister visited Lincoln and begged for her brother’s life, but Lincoln, acting on the advice of a leading Union general, ordered that the execution proceed as planned. After Beall was dead, Lincoln confessed, “I can’t get the distress out of my mind.”

As the Civil War came to a close, Lincoln determined to show mercy to Southern leaders. Upon learning that a notorious Confederate marauder was attempting to escape to Europe, Secretary of War Edwin Stanton ordered that the man be arrested. Lincoln overruled his secretary, saying, “When you have got an elephant by the hind leg, and he’s trying to run away, it’s best to let him run.”

He was forgiving

Perhaps Lincoln’s most impressive character quality was his willingness to overlook grievances and not hold grudges. Lincoln not only forgave, but was willing to build friendships with those who had wronged him.

One of the most striking illustrations of Lincoln’s graciousness is the story of his first meeting with Edwin Stanton. It was 1855, and Lincoln was in Cincinnati to assist renowned attorney George Harding in defending an Illinois manufacturer from a lawsuit that was making headlines nationwide.

Without notifying Lincoln, Harding dropped him from the team and secured the services of Stanton, a prominent Ohio lawyer. Lincoln showed up in Cincinnati, where he encountered Harding and Stanton on their way to court. After sizing Lincoln up, Stanton told Harding that the Springfield lawyer was a “long armed ape” who did not “know anything and can do you no good.”

For the next week, Stanton and Harding snubbed Lincoln at every turn. Lincoln stayed in town to hear the case, but was so upset at the shabby treatment he received that he told a friend he never wanted to return to Cincinnati.

Six years later, both Lincoln and Stanton were living in the nation’s capital: Lincoln at the White House, and Stanton in a brick mansion, paid for from the profits of his extremely successful legal practice. The Civil War was raging, and Lincoln needed a new man to head up the War Department, which was embroiled in scandal.

Lincoln considered several candidates, but soon realized Stanton was best suited for the job. In making the nomination, Lincoln had to overlook their initial meeting, as well as the fact that Stanton was a vocal critic of the administration. Nonetheless, Lincoln offered his rival an olive branch and the office of secretary of war. (Lincoln previously had made George Harding head of the Patent Office.)

Stanton accepted, and became part of the “team of rivals,” as Goodwin calls Lincoln’s cabinet. Stanton quickly learned to appreciate the president’s many strengths, and the two became close friends. When Lincoln was cut down by an assassin’s bullet, it was Stanton who uttered the immortal words, “Now he belongs to the ages.”

Any man who can forgive like that certainly is a man for the ages.

The lesson of Lincoln

Ironically, most of the men who served in Lincoln’s cabinet had better credentials for the office of the presidency. Before the election of 1860, Lincoln was a little-known lawyer from a sparsely populated western state who had served one term in Congress. His cabinet included men like former Ohio Governor Salmon P. Chase and former New York Senator William H. Seward, both of whom had been the recipients of elite educations. Others, like Stanton and Edward Bates, also had enjoyed careers that could be considered more successful than Lincoln’s.

But it is doubtful that any of the men who surrounded Lincoln had as much character as their chief executive.

Goodwin includes this observation from the writer Leo Tolstoy. “Why was Lincoln so great?” Tolstoy asks. “He really was not a great general like Napoleon or Washington; he was not such a skilful statesman as Gladstone or Frederick the Great; but his supremacy expresses itself altogether in his peculiar moral power and in the greatness of his character.

Our destiny may not include taking up residence at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, but, regardless of where we lay our head at night, we still face challenges that demand strong character. Our families, churches, schools and communities need the leadership of men who possess more than brilliant resumes, charisma or charm: the times demand men of character.

To me, that’s the lesson of Lincoln: in trying times, character counts more than anything else.

"The Peacemakers," an 1868 oil painting by George P.A. Healy, depicts the March 28, 1865, strategy session by the Union high command on the steamer River Queen during the final days of the Civil War.

Fit for the King: the spiritual value of physical fitness

Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth. - 3 John 1:2 (KJV)

This year, the church I attend is asking members to participate in a three-day fast each quarter. I don’t know about you, but I’m no fan of fasting – especially not for three days! Not eating anything for 72 hours or more can feel more like an endurance test than a time of spiritual renewal.

At some point during the first three-day stretch, however, my attitude changed. I became thankful that my body could survive three days with nothing to eat. As I mentally reviewed the members of our church, I realized there were some very good Christian people who, for one reason or another, aren’t physically able to fast three days with nothing but water. Some have diabetes: others are on prescription medications that must be taken with food.

Christians sometimes are guilty of pretending that our physical health and fitness don’t matter. After all, didn’t Paul tell Timothy, “bodily exercise profiteth little: but godliness is profitable unto all things?” (1 Timothy 4:8, KJV).

When I was younger, I heard the account of a minister who was diagnosed with diabetes, but staunchly refused to follow the dietary guidelines prescribed for those afflicted with the disease. Not surprisingly, he’s dead. I have no doubt that, when they buried him, they closed the casket on un-preached sermons and shoveled dirt over un-prayed prayers. Too bad, because he left some people behind who really could have used his influence.

Maybe you’re not on the verge of death, but perhaps, like many people, you’re carrying a few extra pounds. You know that way too many of your meals come from the drive-thru and you feel tired and sluggish all the time. But you’re too overwhelmed with work, family and church activities to even think about squeezing in time for exercise.

I’d love to tell you how to change all that in two weeks with just three easy steps, or some other such nonsense, but I’m not a very good liar. Dropping weight, changing your diet, getting enough rest, and developing the habit of exercising are difficult for most of us – including me.

But I know it can be done because I’ve seen men pull it off. I’m talking about busy men, men with families, men who are effectively leading churches and ministries while working full-time jobs.

If they can do it, you and I can too.

The first step is to decide once and for all that we’re going to take care of our health – no excuses. Most people don’t realize how valuable good health is until it’s gone. But we don’t have to be most people: we can start taking care of our bodies today so we can live life to the fullest and accomplish as much as possible for God’s Kingdom.

The following are four key areas on which every Christian man should focus:

Maintain a healthy weight

Keeping our waistline under control seems to grow more difficult as the years slip by. Just driving down the street of most major American cities is the dietary equivalent of traversing a minefield: Krispy Crème on the left, Burger King on the right, and Dairy Queen straight ahead.

But here’s a thought that should make you hit the gas pedal: being overweight is a clear signal that we lack discipline. And, if I’m reading the Bible correctly, discipline is one of the hallmarks of the Christian life. Paul told Timothy that God has given believers a “spirit of … self-discipline” (2 Timothy 1:7, NIV). Paul also noted that “self-control” is one of the evidences of the Spirit’s work in our lives (Galatians 5:23, NIV). An ever-expanding midsection is a clear signal that something besides the Spirit just might be in charge.

These Scriptures also indicate that the same Jesus who gives us power over sin also gives us the power to put down that cheeseburger and put on our jogging shoes.

Besides, being obese – or even overweight – opens the door for numerous health problems, including diabetes, heart disease and cancer, all of which can cut short our lives before God has finished using us to minister to our fellow man. So when we eat ourselves into an early grave, we may literally be stopping God’s will from being done.

Eat a balanced diet

Maintaining a healthy weight starts by eating a balanced diet. That’s a challenge, and most of us respond by making ridiculous resolutions we can’t possibly keep. So instead of vowing that, from this point forward, you’ll eat nothing but dandelions plucked from your front lawn, try a more sensible approach: make one small change in your diet at a time.

When I was in eighth grade, I gave up drinking sugary sodas and switched exclusively to diet drinks. Despite what the anti-diet soda crusaders would have you believe, I lost about 20 pounds. As I recall, dropping sugary sodas was basically the only dietary change I made at that time, but it yielded big results.

In January, my wife and I decided to seriously curtail our habit of eating out. In the past, we had eaten out two or three times each week. We immediately chopped that back to two or three times per month.

We made the change for financial reasons – we’re on a mission to get out of debt – but it yielded an unexpected side benefit. In late March, I pulled a pair of pants out of my closet that I hadn’t been able to wear in several years. I slipped them on, and, much to my surprise, they fit perfectly! I saved money on food and clothing!

After thinking about it, I realized I usually am a lot more disciplined at the dinner table when I’m eating at home than when I’m eating out. At a restaurant, I feel like I’ve got to get my money’s worth. At home, leftovers make a delicious and inexpensive lunch the following day, so passing up that second helping pays dividends down the road.

Exercise regularly

Despite the protestations of a certain popular radio talk-show host, exercise is a key to keeping off the pounds. It has been said, “You may see a fat person run, but you’ll never see a fat runner.” Simply put, people who exercise vigorously on a consistent basis typically don’t have a weight problem.

The Scriptures acknowledge, “physical training is of some value” (1 Timothy 4:8, NIV). People who argue otherwise are just jealous that they can’t touch their toes because their stomach is in the way.

The biggest hang-up most people have about exercise is that they think it’s boring. That’s because many people equate exercise with spending an hour in the gym pounding a treadmill and throwing around dumbbells. And yes, that can be boring, especially if you’re doing it alone.

But exercise can be something you look forward to if you’re doing something you love.

I’ve got a friend named Steve who loves to play basketball. Steve plays basketball several times a week. He gets up early in the morning and goes to the gym to fit in a few games before he goes to work. Steve is in his late thirties, but he’s in great physical condition. Steve is a leader at the company where he works, the pastor of a growing congregation, and he has a wife and three children, but he still makes time to exercise regularly.

I’ve got another pastor friend named Larry, who is in his sixties. I’m in my early thirties, but I think Larry could whip me in a fight. He’s strong from years of hard manual labor, and he still exercises regularly, including taking long walks every day. He’s also very careful to eat a healthy diet. Larry is in such great shape that I think he’ll keep preaching till he’s 90. His dad did, so that might not be too much of a stretch.

With exercise, it’s not so much what you do, but just that you do something. Do a little something every day, and the results may surprise you.

Get enough sleep

Going to bed at a decent hour can be tough, especially for those of us who were raised by night owls. (I’m writing these words when I should be getting ready for bed.) But getting plenty of sleep is critical, not only for your physical health, but also for your spiritual fitness.

If you don’t believe me, consider the example of one of our nation’s most famous night owls: former President Bill Clinton. Clinton was well-known for sleeping only five hours a night – almost 40 percent less shut-eye than the eight hours most experts recommend.

Unfortunately, Clinton also became well-known for his relationship with intern Monica Lewinski. The affair disgraced the office of the presidency and resulted in Clinton’s impeachment. While he survived the trial, he became the punch line to a national joke.

Clinton later admitted, “Every important mistake I’ve made in my life, I’ve made because I was too tired.”

The moral of the story: get some sleep, or you may lose your morals.

The example of Caleb

Caleb is one of my favorite Biblical heroes. He was a man of faith who stayed physically fit into his old age. He believed that, with God’s help, he could whip anyone or anything that got in his way.

Unfortunately for Caleb, his comrades (with the exception of Joshua) were a bunch of spineless, faithless wimps. (Read Numbers 13.) When God delayed Israel from entering the Promised Land, Caleb, then age 45, had to put his dreams on hold. But Caleb knew that a promise delayed is not a promise denied.

Caleb spent the next four decades wandering through the desert with the rest of Israel, waiting for the faithless to die off. I don’t believe he spent those waiting years growing a beer-belly and watching Seinfeld reruns. I imagine him out behind his tent, practicing his swordsmanship and doing push-ups, preparing for the day when he would march back into Canaan and claim his promise.

And when the time finally came to march, Caleb was ready – despite the fact that he now was 85 years old.

“So here I am today, eighty-five years old! I am still as strong today as the day Moses sent me out; I’m just as vigorous to go out to battle now as I was then. Now give me this hill country that the LORD promised me that day.” – Joshua 14:10-12, NIV

That’s how I’d like to feel as I enter old age: still energetic, still ready to do God’s will. And I believe that, with a little care and concern for our bodies now, that can be our story too.

(Couch potato photo courtesy of CreationSwap.com.)

To tithe, or not to tithe

Some time ago, a friend and I engaged in a brief discussion about whether tithing was a requirement for Christians. My friend’s take on the subject was that giving ten percent of your income to God was an Old Testament practice, something New Testament believers needn’t bother with.

As a practicing tithe-payer, I thoroughly disagreed, and wasn’t afraid to tell him so. I’m not sure I convinced him, but I gave it my best effort.

There’s something about giving away ten percent of our paycheck that makes most men pause. After all, ten percent seems like a lot of money to most of us – money that could be spent on any number of critical budget items: country club dues, a new putter, fishing tackle, or whatever floats your boat – including a boat.

When I was in college, I spent two summers working at a factory. When a coworker learned I was a Christian, he almost immediately asked if I tithed. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I told him, “Yes.” He responded with sneering disbelief, as if I were the biggest fool in the universe.

But I make no apologies. My parents taught me to tithe as soon as I made my first dollar, and I’ve been giving it ever since. And, if you read the Bible, you’ll realize “tithers” are in good company.

It started with Abraham

The practice of tithing has its roots in Genesis 14 with the patriarch Abraham, who later became known as the father of all who believe (Galatians 3:7).

Abram’s nephew, Lot, had been captured during a battle between local kings, and Abram and his private army of 318 men went to rescue him. (You know you’re rich when you can afford to maintain your own private army.) Abram and his men routed the enemy, rescued Lot, and captured lots of loot.

Upon his return from the battle, Abram met Melchizekek, the king of Salem (the city later known as Jerusalem). Upon their meeting, Melchizedek pronounced a blessing upon Abram. In response, Abram “gave him a tenth” of the spoils of war (Genesis 14:20).

Not much is known of Melchizedek, but Genesis does reveal he was a priest of “God Most High” (14:18). Tithing and the priesthood remain connected throughout the Bible. God commanded the Israelites to offer their tithe to Him as the primary means of support for the Levitical priesthood in the Old Testament (Numbers 18:21). But even the Levites had to offer a “tenth of that tithe” (Numbers 18:25) to God for the benefit of the High Priest.

 The New Testament book of Hebrews notes that Abram and, by extension, his descendants, including Aaron and all the members of the Levitical priesthood, paid tithes to Melchizedek (7:10), the kingly priest of Genesis. In return, they received Melchizedek’s blessing. Hebrews adds, “and without doubt, the lesser person is blessed by the greater” (7:7).

Hebrews reveals that Christians also have a High Priest – Jesus Christ. But Jesus wasn’t part of the Old Testament’s Levitical priesthood: instead, Hebrews 7 tell us He is “a priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek” (verse 17).

If Abraham, the father of all who believe – including New Testament believers – paid a tithe to the priest Melchizedek, it stands to reason that Christians should willingly tithe to Jesus Christ, the eternal High Priest who serves in the order of Melchizedek.

Jesus Himself commended the Pharisees for tithing (Matthew 23:23, Luke 11:42). He noted that they gave God a tenth of every ounce of their increase, down to the herbs harvested from their garden. He did rebuke them because they neglected “justice, mercy and faithfulness,” but added “you should have practiced the latter, without neglecting the former.”

Since Jesus practiced what He preached (He even submitted to baptism), it stands to reason the Son of God paid tithes. It’s hard to imagine Him ordering the Pharisees to keep doing something that He himself refused to do.

It’s all about the attitude

Some people begrudgingly pay their tithe, and then complain about how the ministry spends the money. Apparently, these individuals tithe to the pastor, which is a crying shame. The Bible is very clear about who deserves to receive our tithes – God, and God alone.

God touched on this subject through the prophet Malachi, when He asked, “Will a man rob God? Yet you rob Me … In tithes and offerings.”

When men refuse to tithe, they aren’t robbing the church or the pastor: they’re stealing from God. As a result, God said, “You are under a curse – the whole nation of you – because you are robbing Me.”

Paying tithes is a way of acknowledging the source of our blessings. If our attitude is that we are giving the tithe to the church or pastor, we indicate that we believe they are the source of our increase.

While I love my church and my pastor, their power to bless me is extremely limited. My pastor can’t heal my body when I’m sick: he can’t supply my needs when I’m broke: and he certainly can’t take away my sins or give me eternal life. And the same goes for my church.

That’s why we must offer our tenth to God. He can do all of the above, and much, much more.

The challenge

God told the people of Israel they were cursed because they robbed Him of the tithe and offerings (Malachi 3:9). Then He gave them a challenge, along with a promise – a challenge and a promise that I believe still ring down through the centuries to the present day:

“Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in My house. Test me in this,” says the LORD Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it. I will prevent pests from devouring your crops, and the vines in your fields will not cast their fruit,” says the LORD Almighty. “Then all the nations will call you blessed, for yours will be a delightful land,” says the LORD Almighty. – Malachi 3:10-12

All Scripture quotations are taken from the New International Version.

Working up a sweat

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground… (Genesis 3:19)

There is something physically and psychologically refreshing about working up a sweat.

For the past seven years, I’ve held what some derisively refer to as “desk jobs.” I’ve been trapped in an office, sucking re-circulated air spewed forth from a climate-control system while basking in the dim glow of artificial light. The most physically strenuous task is walking across the office to refill the coffee mug.

My forefathers would have laughed me to scorn.

A couple weeks ago, my grandmother called and asked me to pay her a visit. My grandparents have a large yard in a small country town, and their property was in need of some TLC. Grandpa had both hips replaced a few years back and no longer is up for the challenge.

So I headed south to rediscover the joys of real work.

My first duty was helping Dad cut down the sugar maple that a recent storm dropped on my grandparent’s garage. With a neighbor’s help, we took the tree down with minimal damage to the garage roof. Late that afternoon, I found myself scooping grime from my grandparent’s gutters. Those gutters hadn’t been touched in so long they had begun doubling as tree planters.

That evening, feeling bone-tired, I stumbled to the dinner table, where, lo and behold, I discovered, not one, but two! ribeyes on my plate. I can’t even describe how delicious they were. I ate till I nearly burst, then headed off for a shower and a quiet evening with a book. That night I slept like a bear in hibernation.

Early the next morning I rolled out of bed and pulled up a chair to a table set with biscuits and gravy. I could almost hear the angels sing! If only every day could start like that.

Then I headed outdoors to pay my tab in sweat.

The heat index soared past 100 degrees as I trimmed the hedge, raked the clippings and transported them to the town brush pile for burning. (That is my kind of town!) Sweat poured off my face, and I couldn’t gulp water fast enough. The sun scorched my skin and made my head throb, but I pushed on and, with help from a friend, finished the job.

When it was over, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction that you just don’t get from pounding on a keyboard.

I’m thankful I can make a living with my mind, but, every once in a while, a man feels the need to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow. Food tastes a little sweeter when it’s seasoned with sweat. You sleep deeper when you’re exhausted from a hard day’s work.

As technology has advanced, our nation has moved away from strenuous physical labor. Americans still work hard, but mostly we’re pushing pencils instead of plows. As we’ve moved off the farm and into the office, our waistlines have undergone an expansion.

Besides the physical benefits, hard labor also brings a sense of fulfillment that can’t be found inside a cubicle. After eight hours of staring at a blinking computer screen, I’ve often felt as though I accomplished absolutely nothing of importance. But I’ve seldom felt that way after mowing the yard or tackling some other outdoor project.

That’s why, from time to time, a man needs to get off the couch and go work up a sweat. Don’t pay the neighbor kid to mow the lawn while you sit in front of the tube sipping sweet tea and watching Dirty Jobs. Get outside and get dirty yourself. Get some grease under your fingernails. Break a sweat, and maybe your knuckles too. You’ll go home with a few bruises, but it’ll build your self-esteem.

And if you live in an apartment or condominium where someone else does the dirty work, find some old lady who needs a hand. I’ll bet she can keep you busy for a few days.

Who knows, she might even serve up some steaks when you’re done.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground… (Genesis 3:19)
There is something physically and psychologically refreshing about working up a sweat.

For the past seven years, I’ve held what some derisively refer to as “desk jobs.” I’ve been trapped in an office, sucking re-circulated air spewed forth from a climate-control system while basking in the dim glow of artificial light. The most physically strenuous task is walking across the office to refill the coffee mug.

My forefathers would have laughed me to scorn.

A couple weeks ago, my grandmother called and asked me to pay her a visit. My grandparents have a large yard in a small country town, and their property was in need of some TLC. Grandpa had both hips replaced a few years back and no longer is up for the challenge.

So I headed south to rediscover the joys of real work.

My first duty was helping Dad cut down the sugar maple that a recent storm dropped on my grandparent’s garage. With a neighbor’s help, we took the tree down with minimal damage to the garage roof. Late that afternoon, I found myself scooping grime from my grandparent’s gutters. Those gutters hadn’t been touched in so long they had begun doubling as tree planters.

That evening, feeling bone-tired, I stumbled to the dinner table, where, lo and behold, I discovered, not one, but two! ribeyes on my plate. I can’t even describe how delicious they were. I ate till I nearly burst, then headed off for a shower and a quiet evening with a book. That night I slept like a bear in hibernation.

Early the next morning I rolled out of bed and pulled up a chair to a table set with biscuits and gravy. I could almost hear the angels sing! If only every day could start like that.

Then I headed outdoors to pay my tab in sweat.

The heat index soared past 100 degrees as I trimmed the hedge, raked the clippings and transported them to the town brush pile for burning. (That is my kind of town!) Sweat poured off my face, and I couldn’t gulp water fast enough. The sun scorched my skin and made my head throb, but I pushed on and, with help from a friend, finished the job.

When it was over, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction that you just don’t get from pounding on a keyboard.

I’m thankful I can make a living with my mind, but, every once in a while, a man feels the need to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow. Food tastes a little sweeter when it’s seasoned with sweat. You sleep deeper when you’re exhausted from a hard day’s work.

As technology has advanced, our nation has moved away from strenuous physical labor. Americans still work hard, but mostly we’re pushing pencils instead of plows. As we’ve moved off the farm and into the office, our waistlines have undergone an expansion.

Besides the physical benefits, hard labor also brings a sense of fulfillment that can’t be found inside a cubicle. After eight hours of staring at a blinking computer screen, I’ve often felt as though I accomplished absolutely nothing of importance. But I’ve seldom felt that way after mowing the yard or tackling some other outdoor project.

That’s why, from time to time, a man needs to get off the couch and go work up a sweat. Don’t pay the neighbor kid to mow the lawn while you sit in front of the tube sipping sweet tea and watching Dirty Jobs. Get outside and get dirty yourself. Get some grease up under your fingernails. Break a sweat, and maybe your knuckles too. You go home with a few bruises, but it’ll build your self-esteem.

And if you live in an apartment or condominium where someone else does the dirty work, find some old lady who needs a hand. I’ll bet she can keep you busy for a few days.

Who knows, she might even serve up some steaks when you’re done.


Henry Weston Smith, Wild West missionary and martyr

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Methodist Minister Henry Weston Smith

Any mention of Deadwood, South Dakota usually evokes images of gambling and gunfights. Famous personalities such as Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane made the city synonymous with Wild West adventure and excitement.

But the real hero of Deadwood didn’t play poker. Circuit Riding Methodist Minister Henry Weston Smith, also known as “Preacher Smith,” came to the Black Hills to spread the Gospel.

Sadly, his devotion cost him his life: in August of 1876, Smith was murdered while traveling from Deadwood to the nearby mining camp of Crook City, where he planned to preach.

Smith was just shy of 50 when he died, but he packed a lot of action and adventure into that half-century. He preached, practiced medicine, fought in the Civil War, and participated in the Black Hills Gold Rush, one of the most exciting periods in American history. This bi-vocational minister endured tragedy and hardship while gaining the respect of his contemporaries. Deadwood’s first marshal, the famous Seth Bullock, called Smith, “an earnest worker in his Master’s Vineyard.”

Smith’s story includes plenty of sadness. He was born in 1827, in Ellington, Conn., approximately 1,900 miles from Deadwood. He was the youngest of five children, and, when his father died, Smith probably helped support his mother. He married at age 20, but his wife died just one year later while giving birth to a son.

Smith was still in his early 20s when he entered the ministry, and he soon became a member of the Methodist Episcopal church, one of the first Methodist denominations in the United States.

In 1858, Smith remarried. In the summer of 1862, he joined the Fifty-Second Regiment of the Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry and marched off to fight in the Civil War. It was a nine-month enlistment, just enough time for him to see action at Port Hudson, Franklin, and Vicksburg.

After leaving the military, Smith returned home to Connecticut and began studying medicine. He became a doctor in 1867, and, sometime afterwards, he and his family moved to Louisville, Ky. Smith practiced medicine while continuing to preach.

In 1874, word spread that gold had been discovered in the Black Hills, in Dakota Territory. Miners began flooding the region. They soon were followed by a motley assortment of gamblers, drifters and adventurers who were looking to strike it rich.

Recognizing that the Black Hills had become America’s newest mission field, Smith headed west.

Smith arrived in Custer City, Dakota Territory, in May 1876. On May 7th, he conducted the Black Hills’ first worship service and preached its first sermon. Thirty men and five women were in attendance. Smith took his text from Psalm 34:7:

The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.

One of the men in attendance that day was future Deadwood merchant George Ayres, who recorded that Smith’s sermon was “very interesting” and “the congregation paid strict attention … except when there was a dog fight outside.”

Smith knew the real center of action in the Black Hills was Deadwood, approximately 50 miles from Custer City, so he joined a wagon train headed in that direction. It was a three day journey, during which time he got to know the man in charge, Captain C.V. Gardner.

Gardner quickly discovered that Smith was a hard worker and a valuable addition to the party. He reports, “We made our first camp near Hill City, and hardly got the team unhitched until our passenger had built a fire and water provided for the evening meal.”

Gardner also discovered that Smith was in the Black Hills to pursue a higher calling.

When ready, our guest was absent.  I looked around and found him sitting on a log a few rods distant, reading. I went to him, and to my surprise found him reading a Bible. After a few words with him, he told me he was a Methodist preacher. I remarked that I thought he was up against a hard proposition.

Smith replied, “Possibly so, but I will do the best I can.”

After arriving in Deadwood, Smith supported himself by cutting firewood and helping build cabins to house the city’s burgeoning population, which, at that time, numbered somewhere between 3,000 and 4,000 people. But on Sundays, Smith pursued his passion for preaching. Apparently there was no formal church building in town, so, Gardner reports, Smith usually preached in front of a local drug store.

“He had no trouble securing an audience,” Gardner noted.

While in Deadwood, Smith performed the Black Hills’ first marriage ceremony. He also must have been in town at the time of Deadwood’s most infamous incident, the murder of Wild Bill Hickok at the hands of Jack McCall on August 2, 1876, inside Nuttal & Mann’s Saloon No. 10.

There had been and would be many killings in the camp, but the murder of Wild Bill cemented the city’s place in Western lore.

On Sunday, August 20 – just 18 days after McCall shot Hickok in the back of the head at point-blank range – Smith again preached on Deadwood’s streets. He then prepared to make the nine-mile journey to the mining camp of Crook City, where he planned to deliver a sermon.

Locals say he posted a note on his cabin door that read, “Gone to Crook City to preach, and if God is willing, will be back at three o’clock.” Disavowing the advice of friends, Smith traveled alone.

Unfortunately, he never made it to his destination.

His body was later discovered on a trail in the east end of the valley, a little more than halfway to Crook City. He had been shot once through the chest, but had not been robbed.

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Monument to Henry Weston Smith

To this day, the identity of Smith’s killer(s) remains a mystery. Some locals argued that Indians were responsible; others believed that Deadwood’s saloon, gambling hall and brothel owners, angry at Smith for converting their customers, had arranged his murder.

Preacher Smith was buried in Whitewood Cemetery, with one of his parishioners conducting the service. Smith’s body was later reburied in Mount Moriah cemetery, which also is the final resting place for Hickok, Calamity Jane, Bullock, and most other noteworthy Deadwood citizens.

In 1914, the Society of Black Hills Pioneers erected a monument to Smith’s memory. In the 1990s, road construction forced its removal. A new monument, located three miles south of Deadwood, was dedicated on August 20, 1995, exactly 119 years after Smith’s untimely death.

During the ceremony, local historian and attorney Reed Richards read the sermon that Preacher Smith had planned to deliver in Crook City 119 years before.

Sources:

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=961

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Weston_Smith

Deadwood.govoffice.com