tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66049277825992596892009-02-21T02:49:45.957-05:00The Blazing CenterConnecting God's truth with real lifeStephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.comBlogger289125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-59209621468783631802008-03-09T08:18:00.002-04:002008-03-09T08:20:53.266-04:00Feed UpdateHey Everyone,<br /><br />If you're having problems with your feed (such as not updating) make sure you're subscribed to the correct feed.<br /><br />Subscribe to the feed by clicking <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheBlazingCenter">here</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-5920962146878363180?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-7168621341238842982008-03-07T19:35:00.001-05:002008-03-07T19:37:01.385-05:00The Blazing Center Has MovedThe Blazing Center is now officially located at:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com">www.TheBlazingCenter.com</a><br /><br />Thanks!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-716862134123884298?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-5802687223038927462008-03-07T11:03:00.004-05:002008-03-07T12:32:13.351-05:00Site MaintenanceHey Friends,<br /><br />We're going to be performing some site updates this weekend so the site could be down for a bit.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There is one crucial thing you must know:<br /><br />You won't be able to get to the blog anymore from http://blazingcenter.blogspot.com<br /><br /></span>The only address that will work is <a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com">www.theblazingcenter.com</a><br /><br />Thanks for your patience!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-580268722303892746?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-64406385716331332352008-03-07T08:00:00.008-05:002008-12-08T23:26:07.879-05:00In case of rapture, car will be driverless<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R9DAPAruk8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LJIV4pr2QfI/s1600-h/169504_jesus_stickers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R9DAPAruk8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LJIV4pr2QfI/s400/169504_jesus_stickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174847335962678210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’m not a big fan of Christian bumper stickers.</span> I do have a sticker on my car that says PrayforIan.com, and I’d encourage you to check out that website. But often I think Christian bumper stickers may do more harm than good.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For example, what is the law-abiding unbeliever to think when you pass him at 90 miles an hour in a school zone and he reads on the back of your car, <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Christians aren’t perfect, just forgiven”</span>? Or what would he think if you had this – honest, I’m not kidding, real bumper sticker – <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Get behind me Satan”</span>. Wow, I didn’t know I was the devil!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe this would encourage a non-Christian to get saved:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> “What section of the afterlife will you be in: smoking or nonsmoking?”</span> (Again, actual bumper sticker). That reminds me of a sticker I saw on the car of a man happily puffing his cigarette: “At least I can still smoke in my car.”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And if the driver behind you doesn’t get saved from reading the following, what hope does she have?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >“Go to Church. Don’t wait for the hearse to take you”</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />“Without the Bread of Life you’re toast”</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I don’t know about you, but just reading them makes me want to get saved all over again.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Then there are Rapture stickers. These genius slogans are designed to strike terror into the heart of the unbeliever, especially when the rapture occurs and millions of Christians on earth mysteriously disappear, leaving cars without drivers, electric razors dangling and running, and whole sets of clothes mysteriously lying all over the earth.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >“In case of rapture, car will be driverless.”</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“After the rapture, give this car to my mother-in-law”</span> (I guess your mother-in-law's a pagan, since she’ll be left behind to take your car).<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Whole generations of skateboarders will probably saved by this one: <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Dude, Make the Change”</span> - What change? Do I need a new kind of board? Have Vans come out with a new shoe?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And let’s not forget the whole bumper sticker evolution debate. It began with the “fish” symbol, with the word “Jesus” inside it. Then some irate evolutionist puts all the Christians down with the clever fish with feet with the word “Darwin” inside it. Then the even-more-clever creationists smack down the pesky evolutionists with an even bigger fish with the word “Truth” inside it eating the Darwin fish. If that’s not irrefutable proof of Christianity, I don’t know what is. A more subtle creationist bumper sticker reads:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "King Kong is not my grandpa”</span>. You might have to think about that one for a while. Try not to veer off the road as you’re musing on it.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Years ago, I saw a car in a church parking lot with both these stickers on the same bumper:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Abortion Kills </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Rush is Right</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Just what I thought, says the unbeliever - Christians are all a bunch of right-wing conservatives.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">A few years ago, someone asked me to put a campaign sign in my front yard for a conservative political candidate. A friend of mine wisely said that though it’s not wrong to put a sign in one’s yard, he didn’t want his neighbors to identify him as a conservative or a liberal but as a Christian. I declined the sign. I want my neighbors to know I’m a believer in Jesus Christ, not a Republican or Democrat.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The problem with so many bumper stickers and political signs is that they can distract us from “The Main Thing” as CJ Mahaney says. The Main Thing is not the rapture or evolution or politics, but the good news of Jesus Christ, who sacrificed himself as a substitute for sinners to bring them to God. Let’s focus on the gospel. And in case of the rapture, please unplug my razor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-6440638571633133235?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-56755232126467829812008-03-06T08:00:00.003-05:002008-03-06T06:41:30.361-05:00John Lennon, Julian Altrogge<span style="font-weight: bold;">But whoever would be great among you must be your servant, and whoever would be first among you must be slave of all. For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many. - Mark 10:44-45<br /></span><br />Yesterday my dad told you about two men, Heath Ledger and Jim Elliot. Today I'm going to tell you about two more men.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John Lennon</span> was born on October 9, 1940. As one of the founding members of The Beatles, Lennon wrote songs that became anthems for an entire generation. Any event featuring The Beatles was a guaranteed to be a smash hit, and crowds filled stadiums to overflowing just to hear The Beatles in concert. He was adored by the masses, respected by millions, and considered to be an edgy, peace-loving activist. Shortly after Lennon was killed, approximately 100,000 people gathered in Central Park to mourn the death of their beloved singer. In 2002 he was voted number 8 on the "100 Greatest Britons" list, and Rolling Stone Magazine ranked him at number 38 on its list of "The Fifty Greatest Artists of All Time". The Beatles were ranked number one on that list. John Lennon was great in the eyes of the world.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Julian Altrogge</span> was born on November 11, 1918. He never wrote a hit song, never appeared on national television, and never gave any famous speeches. His claim to fame is that he wrote a small pamphlet on the subject of baseball that was given to several thousand Little Leaguers in the state of Oklahoma. Approximately ten years ago, my grandma, Jonalee, was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. Alzheimer's is a wicked disease that slowly destroys both the brain and the body, sucking the life and personality from its victim. Over the next five years my grandpa faithfully cared for my grandma as she descended into dementia. He took her on walks at the mall when she got antzy from her medication. He patiently had the same conversations with her over and over. When things got really bad he fed her, clothed her, and helped her stay clean. Finally, after five years of agonizing decline, my grandma went to be with Jesus.<br /><br />But that didn't stop my grandpa from serving. For many years he visited a blind man every week, spending time with him and helping him take care of things around the house. Every year he paints hundreds (literally) of birthday cards by hand for members of our church. Many folks in our church have the cards mounted throughout their houses. He leads Bible studies at nursing homes and comes to church every single Sunday.<br /><br />Everybody knows John Lennon, very few people know Julian Altrogge. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Which one of these men is great in God's eyes?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-5675523212646782981?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-65558070847149445812008-03-05T08:00:00.001-05:002008-03-04T23:21:21.948-05:00Heath Ledger, Jim Elliot<span style="font-family: arial;"></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Heath Andrew Ledger (April 4, 1979 – January 22, 2008)</span> was an Academy Award-nominated Australian film actor. …He appeared in nearly twenty films, including 10 Things I Hate About You, The Patriot, Monster's Ball, A Knight's Tale, and Brokeback Mountain. For his portrayal of Ennis Del Mar in Brokeback Mountain, Ledger was nominated for a 2005 Oscar for "Best Actor in a Leading Role" and won awards from the British Academy and the Australian Film Institute, as well as two MTV Movie Awards. He had completed filming on the role of the Joker in the forthcoming movie The Dark Knight shortly before dying from an accidental prescription drug overdose at age 28 (Wikipedia).<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Philip James Elliot (October 8, 1927 – January 8, 1956)</span> professed faith in Jesus Christ at age 6. His acting ability led some of his high school teachers to suggest that he pursue acting as a career. But instead of acting, he pursued missionary work. He and four other missionaries, Ed McCully, Roger Youderian, Pete Fleming and their pilot, Nate Saint, went to Ecuador to evangelize the Huaorani Indians. Initially they made contact from an airplane using a loudspeaker and dropping gifts down to the Indians with a basket. After a few months they established a base a short distance from the Indians’ village. They were approached by a small group of the Indians who were initially friendly. But on January 8, 1956 a group of 10 men killed Jim and his four friends, piercing them with spears and mutilating them with machetes. Like Heath Ledger, Jim Elliot was 28 years old when he died.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And calling the crowd to him with his disciples, he said to them, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel's will save it. For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?" (Mk 8:34-36)</span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Both Heath Ledger and Jim Elliot were 28 when they died.</span> It would seem that Heath Ledger had gained the world. I know nothing about his spiritual life. If he did not know Jesus Christ, I hope he cried out to him for salvation in his final moments.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">From a worldly viewpoint, Jim Elliot’s life would be a tragic loss. He certainly didn’t gain the world. And he lost his life trying to reach an obscure tribe of violent Indians.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">Jim Elliot’s journal entry for October 28, 1949, contains his now famous quotation, expressing his belief that serving Jesus was more important than his life:</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.”</span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />What would Heath Ledger say to us today? Would he say that all his accolades, success and wealth were worth it?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">What would Jim Elliot say? I think I know. He’d say, “Follow Jesus Christ with all your heart. Give yourself to serving him, even if it costs you everything you have, even your life. Believe me, it’s worth it.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Maybe your calling is to serve your family as a wife and mother of small children. You’re not pierced by spears, but your sleep is pierced by the cries of your baby at 3 a.m. You’re not hacked by machetes, but you’ve never been so physically and mentally drained as you are now in seeking to glorify Jesus as a mom. Maybe you’re a high school student. You’re not murdered by Indians, just looked down on by others for sitting with the odd student no one else will sit with.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Wherever Jesus Christ has placed you, lose your life in serving him with all your heart. Jim Elliot would say you are no fool.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-6555807084714944581?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-35219789353933019072008-03-04T08:00:00.002-05:002008-12-08T23:26:07.952-05:00The Cubicle of Death<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R8wWn4RZzsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/k4wJZ0mZ57g/s1600-h/cubicle_newspaper_prank_673637_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R8wWn4RZzsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/k4wJZ0mZ57g/s400/cubicle_newspaper_prank_673637_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173534946317946562" border="0" /></a><br />There's a well known saying that, "The grass is always greener when you dump lots of manure on it." So true indeed. There's another, lesser known saying that goes something like, "The grass is always greener on the other side." Also very true. In fact, I'm living proof.<br /><br />When I was in high school, I couldn't wait until college. Then I got to college and realized that spending your weekends writing ten page papers wasn't ranked real high in the fun category, somewhere close to cleaning public restrooms or scraping roadkill off from the highway. So I couldn't wait to get out of college and into the real world, the working world. But then I got a real job working in a real cubicle for a real eight hours a day, wearing a real shirt and tie, and coming home really tired every night. So that wasn't so cool either. But at least I still had the weekends! The corporate vampire could suck the life out of me five days a week, but it couldn't steal the glorious weekend. Saturday and Sunday were mine, all mine!<br /><br />But weekends never really panned out either. One minute it would Friday night, and approximately thirty seconds later it would be Monday morning, and there I would be, stepping back into my sensory deprivation chamber (a.k.a. cubicle - credit Dilbert for that one). It all seemed so mundane, so "turn your mind into tapioca pudding" boring! I never was content. During the week I wanted the weekends. During the weekends I dreaded the week.<br /><br />A man named Jim Elliot spoke to people like me. He said, "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Wherever you are — be there 100%</span>" Well, that stings a bit. More importantly, scripture spoke to people like me. In Colossians 3:23-24 Paul said, "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.</span>"<br /><br />God calls us to serve him wholeheartedly in <span style="font-weight: bold;">whatever </span>situation he has placed us. That was my big problem. I was at work, but I usually wasn't there with all my heart. I was in high school, but I wanted to be in college. I always was looking for bigger, and better things, rather than simply serving the Lord 100% where he currently had me. I went to class, but I wasn't there 100%.<br /><br />I want to emulate Jim Elliot, and obey the scriptures, by working heartily for the Lord in whatever circumstances he places me. I want to serve as a husband, and a dad, and pastoral intern, with all my heart. Why? Because ultimately I'm working for the Lord, and I'll receive my reward from the Lord.<br /><br />What "mundane" circumstances has God placed you in? Mom's, does it seem like all you do all day every day is change diapers and clean up baby vomit? Do it with all your heart, for the Lord! You'll be richly rewarded if you do. College students, does the thought of one more term paper tempt you to hurl your laptop out the window? It shouldn't, if you realize that you are working for the Lord. Throw yourself into your studies. Husbands, are you sick of your job? Remember who you're working for. Ultimately, Jesus Christ is your boss. Your work for him, and he's the one who will reward you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lord, teach us to cherish each season of life as a gift from you. Help us to work heartily for you, rather than men. Teach us to glorify you in the mundane!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by <a href="http://www.everystockphoto.com/photo.php?imageId=673637">Kyle and Kelly Adams</a></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-3521978935393301907?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-44149384781969158032008-03-03T08:00:00.009-05:002008-12-08T23:26:08.081-05:00What to Do With a Crust of Bread<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R8t9wehjdxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G6T7CNUtqbo/s1600-h/827425_pan2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R8t9wehjdxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G6T7CNUtqbo/s400/827425_pan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173366868746139410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It doesn't take much to expose my wicked heart. </span>God doesn't need to toss me into prison or break my fibula to reveal the discontentment that lurks in my inner recesses. Sometimes all it takes is my wife Kristi telling me what's for dinner when I get home from work. "I thought we'd have leftovers tonight," she says on rare occasions. I sigh, and offer up a barely audible "great,” mustering as much excitement as if she'd told me we were having roadkill.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Why am I so ungrateful at times? Discontentment reveals that I am taking delight in something other than Jesus Christ. It shows that I'm looking to my circumstances for my joy, not to the God of my salvation.<br /><br />This is just the opposite of a woman Charles Spurgeon spoke of:</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little water. Lifting up her hands, she said as a blessing, "What! All this, and Christ too?"<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">This woman realized that Jesus Christ was her all in all. He was her bread of life, her spring of living water. Jesus was her treasure and all her joy was in him. That's why she could rejoice in a crust of bread and a little water. Her joy came from Jesus, not her circumstances.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">When we look to the things of this world to provide our joy we will always be disappointed, for we have been designed to find our satisfaction in God alone:</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Come, everyone who thirsts,</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >come to the waters;</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />and he who has no money,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >come, buy and eat!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Come, buy wine and milk</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >without money and without price.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />and your labor for that which does not satisfy?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Listen diligently to me, and eat what is good,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />and delight yourselves in rich food" (Isaiah 55:1-2).</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />God tells us not to spend our money for that which is not bread – in other words, don’t live for the things of this world. They are like plastic fruit, which might look tasty, but won’t satisfy. But pursue him who truly satisfies, Jesus Christ, the bread of life. If we have Jesus then we don't need anything else. If we have Jesus, then all other blessings are just extras - icing on the cake.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">If the poor woman Spurgeon mentioned could rejoice over a crust of bread, how much more should we be thankful who have Christ plus a thousand other blessings in our lives. How about you? Can you say this about your life today - “What! All this, and Christ too?”</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I resolve by God's grace, that the next time Kristi informs me that we are having leftovers, I will lift up my hands and joyfully declare, "What! All this, and Christ too?" </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-4414938478196915803?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-89130131040758331972008-03-01T12:06:00.002-05:002008-03-01T12:07:27.426-05:00More Announcements By Mark Altrogge<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09823974899506932 visible" href="http://youtube.com/v/xq6d_JBzvWg"></a><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/xq6d_JBzvWg" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/xq6d_JBzvWg" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p>Here are some more announcements by my dad from the WorshipGod 06 conference. He will be back this year! Click <a href="http://worshipgodconference.com">here </a>to go to the Worship God conference website.<br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-8913013104075833197?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-89859917416259692672008-02-29T08:00:00.030-05:002008-02-29T09:57:51.589-05:00Gerry Can Finally Leave Town<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">We’d lost touch with each other over the years.</span><br /><br />Gerry had one of the first Beatle haircuts in town and was in “The Legends.” I was in a rival band, “The Signets.” Both were blue-eyed soul bands. The Legends once played a 2-chord instrumental for 3 hours straight on a friend’s front porch. That had to be a Guinness record – In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, the longest song known to man, was only 17 minutes long and they had gone 3 hours! I think that qualifies for canonization. Gerry had one of the nicest guitars of anyone I knew, a blonde Epiphone Casino like John Lennon’s. We were friends in college, drinking beer together and wasting time in the Student Union drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. After college, my life went downhill until Jesus apprehended me. Gerry’s life took a downward turn as well, and he developed agoraphobia. He would have a panic attack every time he’d attempt to leave town. So from sometime in the 70’s, he became a prisoner of our town. He never left again.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Along the way, Gerry and I both got married, had children, and our lives took different directions. A few years later I heard that he got divorced.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fast forward 25+ years. </span> One day I see him from a distance in Wal-mart. The Lord prompts me to give him a call. I tell him I'd seen him and wondered if he like to get together for coffee. He’s glad to hear from me and anxious to hook up. So we meet at Starbucks a couple days later, two fifty-something guys getting reacquainted after being out of touch for far too long.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I start off by telling Gerry my favorite memory of him. It was the time a friend and I were supposed to meet him at a campus apartment, but we show up an hour late. When we come in, Gerry is sitting at the kitchen table, studying a beer bottle. He looks up at us, takes a drag on his Kool filter and says, “This is the famous Budweiser beer, brewed with the finest hops and malts….” While waiting for us, he has memorized the entire label on a bottle of Bud. That snapshot pretty much captures our lives back then.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Gerry tells me he has cancer. I wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but he tells me that 2 years ago the doctors gave him 2 years after discovering a large tumor in his intestines. He tells me he’s been reading the Bible for a year, which leads to talking about Jesus and his death as a substitute for us. God does something significant that day in our lives. We reestablish our friendship.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />For the next year, Gerry and I get together regularly. He comes to our church and some other former friends renew their relationship with him. He meets new friends. Frank becomes a faithful bible study partner, as do Dennis and Tim. Each week they call Gerry and talk about a bible passage. Every Sunday Gerry comes to our church and stands in the back listening to me preach – he’s pretty sick - often in so much pain he can't sit, but he usually makes it through the message before he has to go home and back to bed.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We go out to lunch once a week – I get the salad bar and load up my plate, but all he can eat is a few fries with gravy. He often treats me. Week after week, we talk of Jesus, as Gerry grows more thin and frail. He tells me that he and Frank are reading 1 John and that Jesus has convicted him that he needs to love people. He tells me that for years he has hated many people but now he has decided to forgive everyone who has ever wronged him. He wants to devote his life to Jesus, doing all he can to please him for the rest of his days. He wants to do as much good to as many people as he can.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In these days of suffering, God gives Gerry a gift – painting pictures. He paints every day. Landscapes, boats and Mediterranean seaport scenes. And he gives his paintings away. One hangs in my office.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fast forward to this past Wednesday evening. </span> I call and his dad answers. “How is your son?” I ask. “We’re in a death watch. Come over and see Gerry.” I get there and see him, lying in the special bed they'd set up for him in the family room. Gerry’s eyes are open, his breathing is shallow, a “death rattle”. I don’t know if he can hear me, but I hold his hand and tell him Jesus loves him, and thank him for being such a good friend. I tell him that nothing can separate him from the love of God in Christ Jesus, and pray for him.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Gerry’s dad and mom are there, grieving, watching their son’s last moments. Then his mom says, “Gerry can finally leave town now.” His agoraphobia is over. He’s leaving town – for heaven. For a face to face appointment with his Savior. I tell Gerry goodbye. “I love you, Gerry. See you soon.”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Gerry left town yesterday at 1 in the morning. I can’t wait to see him again.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-8985991741625969267?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-3102416766611428192008-02-28T08:00:00.002-05:002008-12-08T23:26:08.488-05:00Pride and Arrogance 101<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R8YhK2IDcRI/AAAAAAAAANw/WC3mkFiqv4U/s1600-h/basement_labs_unkept_994032_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R8YhK2IDcRI/AAAAAAAAANw/WC3mkFiqv4U/s400/basement_labs_unkept_994032_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171857692293296402" border="0" /></a><br />Good morning class, my name is Stephen Altrogge and I'll be your instructor this semester in 'Pride and Arrogance 101'. What qualifies me to teach this class? Well, to put it simply, I've written the book on pride and arrogance. Actually, I did write a book called <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm Better Than You, Deal With It</span> but the publishers couldn't see its brilliance. Fools.<br /><br />Anyway, you may call me 'Professor Altrogge', or by one of my three nicknames (depending on which country you're from): Sir Incredible, Senior Brilliance, or Monsieur Magnific. I am the country's leading expert on pride and arrogance and I speak out of my vast experience. You should count it a privilege to look up to me. Today we'll be examining the three basic laws of pride and arrogance. Once we master these, we'll move on to bigger and greater things.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Law of Always Being Right<br /><br /></span>Law number one is that you are always right on every subject. You must believe this at all times and at all costs, even when there is a vast amount of evidence to the contrary. The simple truth is, you are always right. You know that, and I know that, but not everyone around you knows that. And so you must labor to convince your peers that you hold the correct perspective on every subject. You must win every argument. Don't let your opponents end a discussion believing that they're right. Husbands, if you get into an argument with your wife, don't back down. It's crucial that you establish your position as right and hers as wrong. Don't let silly things like cold, hard, evidence distract you from your main task of being right. Don't let your mind even consider her ideas for a moment, because they're obviously wrong. Take the high road, the 'right' road, if you get my drift (wink, wink). Once you believe that you're always right, you're on the road to excelling in pride and arrogance. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Law of Criticism<br /><br /></span></span>If you're always right, than it's only natural that you regularly criticize those around you<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></span></span></span>As you can clearly see, any ideas other than your own are absolute rubbish, and worthy of the harshest criticism. Teenagers, don't like the way your parents do things? I can understand why. After all, you've been alive for fifteen years and have a wealth of experience to draw upon. Remember, you're right, no matter how much wisdom and life experience your parents have. So what should you do? Criticize them. If you're going to excel in pride and arrogance, you simply must grow in criticism.<br /><br />In addition, you must use extra care not to encourage anyone. This may mean turning a blind eye to some of the actions of those around you that would be classified as 'admirable' by lesser folk. If you're going to be proud and arrogant, you must always be looking at and admiring yourself. You simply don't have time to be pointing out nice stuff in other people. Which leads me to my third law of pride and arrogance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Law of Self-Admiration<br /><br /></span>If you're going to be a pride and arrogance expert like me, you must start admiring yourself much more. How does one do this? Simple. Take a few moments and ponder any recent successes you've had. Then take credit for each success. Done well on the job? Played well in a basketball game? Gotten good grades? Seize hold of those and take credit for them. Does it matter that you were born with a brain that does well in school, or a body that can play sports? Of course not! You must take ALL the credit. If you do this, you'll be well on your way to becoming an expert in the field of pride and arrogance.<br /><br />Unfortunately that's all we've got time for today. I'll be holding office hours from 10-12 if you have anything you would like to talk about. I'm sure we'll agree.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by <a href="http://www.everystockphoto.com/photo.php?imageId=994032">Sarah Jane</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-310241676661142819?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-81980300611521118822008-02-27T08:00:00.001-05:002008-12-08T23:26:08.661-05:00What To Do When You’re Robbed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R8TggrBmFVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WeRRcv9UkYA/s1600-h/704729_revolver.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R8TggrBmFVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WeRRcv9UkYA/s400/704729_revolver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171505124038022482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Puritan writer Matthew Henry was once robbed by thieves and recorded in his journal:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Let me be thankful first because I was never robbed before; second, although they took my purse, they did not take my life; third, because, although they took my all, it was not much; and fourth, because it was I who was robbed, and not someone else."</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">How could Matthew Henry rejoice after being hijacked? Because he didn’t derive his joy from his circumstances, but he took joy in the God of his salvation.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Paul and Silas freed a slave girl from a spirit of divination that had kept her in bondage for a long time. Deprived of their cash cow, her owners dragged Paul and Silas before the local magistrates and riled up a mob who proceeded to give Paul and Silas a fine Philippian pounding. Then they tossed them into prison, in the inner prison, and fastened their feet in the stocks.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The crowd joined in attacking them, and the magistrates tore the garments off them and gave orders to beat them with rods. And when they had inflicted many blows upon them, they threw them into prison, ordering the jailer to keep them safely. Having received this order, he put them into the inner prison and fastened their feet in the stocks. About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them…(Acts 16:22-25)</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Paul and Silas are chained up in a filthy Philippian prison and they’re singing!</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I’ve never been stripped, beaten, thrown into prison and fastened in stocks. But if I were, I don't know if my first inclination would be to sing “I Just Want to Thank You.” That's not usually the first thought that comes to my mind when the kids put a dent in the car or the back porch ceiling starts leaking.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />The reason Paul and Silas could worship in the blockhouse was because they didn’t derive their joy from their circumstances, but took joy in the God of their salvation.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">For believers in Christ, the source of our joy is Jesus himself. He's our fountain of life, our chosen portion, our beautiful inheritance. He's our meat and drink. And he never changes, no matter how much our circumstances fluctuate. I once flew from Pittsburgh to Toronto. It was overcast and snowing in Pittsburgh, but when the plane rose above the clouds, the sun was blazing in all its glory. When we descended in Toronto it was grey and snowing again. I had a flash of revelation (that’s right folks, it had never dawned on me until that very moment) – no matter what it’s like “down here” in our circumstances, God is still shining like the sun above the clouds. He’s blazing with goodness and kindness and power and love for us. He hasn’t changed any more than the sun changes when it’s raining.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">So where does your joy come from? Does it come from your spouse or your children? Does it come from having a nice home or good job? Do you derive your joy from your health or possessions? What if you should lose them all? Would you be able to rejoice?</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />If you have not yet called upon the Lord Jesus Christ to save you from your sins, and give you eternal life, I urge you to do so right now. If you do know Jesus, be glad and sing praises, no matter what’s happening “down here” in your life. Rejoice in the God of your salvation.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-8198030061152111882?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-43087788703893667072008-02-26T08:00:00.001-05:002008-12-08T23:26:09.046-05:00The Secret Order of the Hidden Servants<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R8LtMmIDcQI/AAAAAAAAANo/jPOi6RpfwlE/s1600-h/dashanzi_beijing_china_50466_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R8LtMmIDcQI/AAAAAAAAANo/jPOi6RpfwlE/s400/dashanzi_beijing_china_50466_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170956122823291138" border="0" /></a><br />I've come to an interesting, and rather disturbing conclusion regarding myself: I'm not a real big fan of serving in private. I don't want to do acts of service that nobody is going to see. I want to be up front, in the public eye, serving heroically for all to see. I want to be "Mr. Servant Leader Man", who is admired by thousands for his selfless sacrificial serving (try saying that over and over). I don't want to be the guy who is quietly painting a back room in the church, or the guy who faithfully prepares the church budget year after year, or the guy who patiently teaches third graders every Sunday. I want the attention, the glory, the fame of...serving.<br /><br />At this point some of you are thinking, <span style="font-style: italic;">what a sad little man</span>, and making a mental note to never ask for my help with anything. Pretty ridiculous, isn't it? Actually, it's shameful. In my sinful pride, I want to be recognized for my acts of service. I'm not really interested in God's glory, I'm interested in my own glory. But I want to change. I want to be like John Thornton. Never heard of him? Not surprising. He was a member of "The Secret Order of the Hidden Servants".<br /><br />Thornton lived from 1720 to 1790, and was absolutely loaded with cash. He was the type of guy who could have done his shopping from the Neiman Marcus catalog, and then actually bought Neiman Marcus. But Thornton refused to live an extravagant life, instead living in a "...simple manner of life [which] left a large surplus out of his income, the chief part of which constantly flowed into the channel[s] of his beneficence." (from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/William-Wilberforce-Humanity-Kevin-Belmonte/dp/0310274885/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1203955897&sr=8-1">William Wilberforce: A Hero For Humanity</a>) In other words, Thornton lived simply so that he could pour money into God-honoring causes.<br /><br />Thornton paid for Bibles to be printed, and then used his own company ships to send them throughout the world. He gave John Newton an annual allowance of 200 pounds (worth approx. $50,000 today) so that Newton would be free to write songs, books, and be a pastor. He was described as being "plain, frugal, and self-denying in all matters of private expense; and yet liberal in supplying the want of others..."<br /><br />Do you think many people knew about John Thornton's sacrificial giving? I doubt it. Yet think of the great good that he accomplished. Because of his secret giving, thousands of Bibles went forth throughout the world. Because of his secret support of John Newton, Newton in turn affected the lives of thousands. Thornton was a secret servant whom God used to accomplish great things. Thornton will receive a glorious reward from the Savior on the final day for his acts of secret service.<br /><br />What about you? Are you content to serve quietly, secretly, and without anyone knowing? Are you happy to serve wherever there's a need, even if you don't get any recognition? I want to be like John Thornton, a happy, quiet, secret servant.<br /><br />I'm going to sign up to join "The Secret Order of the Hidden Servants".<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by <a href="http://www.everystockphoto.com/photo.php?imageId=50466">Peter Morgan</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-4308778870389366707?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-14576181552098314822008-02-25T08:00:00.005-05:002008-12-08T23:26:09.244-05:00What To Do When Your Fig Tree Fails<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R8Iv6LBmFUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QR4fBYEwOD4/s1600-h/549663_one_fig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R8Iv6LBmFUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QR4fBYEwOD4/s400/549663_one_fig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170747998613148994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">A friend of mine was saved in his twenties. One day as he was driving through the city where he lived, he happened to see a pretty girl walking down the street (she would later become his wife). He was momentarily distracted and slammed into a parked car. I hate that when that happens! He got out of his car to assess the damage. Inspecting the dents, instead of cursing or complaining he began to say, "So what -- I'm saved! Praise God, I'm saved! I just smashed my car up, but so what -- I'm saved!"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How about you? Do you have the joy of your salvation? </span>If we could only keep our minds on the God of our salvation and the stupendous reality of all he’s done for us we would be celebrating like my friend all day long.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Think about it -- Jesus saved us for an eternity of delighting in his glory and majesty. He saved us to know and enjoy him forever in heaven. He spared us from an eternity of misery in hell. He rescued us from the guilt, punishment, and bondage of sin. He delivered us from fear of judgment and condemnation and seated us with himself in heavenly places. He made us a chosen race, a royal priesthood and a holy nation to proclaim his excellencies. And because he saved us, he will keep us to the end and transform us into his own image.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />So ultimately, whatever happens to us in this life doesn't really matter that much because - we're saved.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Habakkuk expressed this beautifully:</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Though the fig tree should not blossom,</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />nor fruit be on the vines,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />the produce of the olive fail</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >and the fields yield no food,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />the flock be cut off from the fold</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >and there be no herd in the stalls,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />yet I will rejoice in the Lord;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >I will take joy in the God of my salvation. (Habakkuk 3:17-18)</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />In Habakkuk's day, if you were a farmer, your whole life depended on your crops and herds. He describes a worst-case scenario: all his crops fail, all his flocks and herds die. Yet he says, even if all this befalls him, "I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation." In other words, so what -- I'm saved!</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How this honors God!</span> How it blesses him when we say "Lord, even if you don't bless me in any other way, you alone are enough for me. You have saved me to bring me to yourself. Your glory is all I need. I rejoice in you."</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />So when the mechanic tells you that you need a new transmission, say, “So what -- I'm saved.” Depending on how well you know him, you might want to consider saying it to yourself quietly. When the children break your favorite Ming Dynasty vase say, "I will rejoice in the Lord." When you come downstairs in the morning to discover that Sparky the Wonder Dog left a little surprise in the middle of the living room carpet, you know what to say. And should you be facing something really serious, I would still encourage you to say along with Habakkuk, "Yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-1457618155209831482?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-85282266950585707612008-02-24T16:05:00.001-05:002008-02-24T16:06:32.686-05:00Highlight Reel UpdatedThe Blazing Center Highlight Reel is a feature of this blog that lets you explore previous posts that you might not have read. Each of these posts is designed to encourage your faith and point you to the Lord, so if you haven't read these, check them out.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/10/p.html">The Permanent Ink of Heaven</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/08/me-versus-paul-cage-match.html">Me Versus Paul - Cage Match</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/09/4-symptoms-of-discontented-heart.html">4 Symptoms of a Discontented Heart</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/07/scream-of-damned.html">The Scream of the Damned</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/08/how-to-not-waste-your-efforts.html">How Not to Waste Your Efforts</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-8528226695058570761?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-31145745880255872082008-02-23T07:13:00.006-05:002008-02-23T07:19:55.650-05:00Announcements By Mark Altrogge<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Over the past several years my dad has had the privilege of giving announcements at the Sovereign Grace Ministries <a href="http://worshipgodconference.com/">WorshipGod</a> conferences. My dad is perhaps the greatest announcement giver of all time, but unfortunately he often abuses his powers, such as in this video when he bashes Bob Kauflin.<p><br /></p><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/W0IwJJNqwTo" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/W0IwJJNqwTo" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-3114574588025587208?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-55111440552739649292008-02-22T08:00:00.001-05:002008-02-22T06:29:19.144-05:00Things That Give Me A Bad FeelingI get a bad feeling when I:<br /><br />_See the flashing lights of a police car behind me<br /><br />_Hear a dentist or barber say "woops"<br /><br />_Hear someone call me by my first, middle, and last name<br /><br />_Realize I'm watching a movie that features any of the following actors: Keanu Reeves, Bob Saget, Whoopi Goldberg, Oprah, or anyone that has ever had a part in "Star Trek".<br /><br />_Receive a phone call from a friend asking, "Where are you?"<br /><br />I particularly don't like the last one. Why? Because it means that I've let a friend down. I've told someone that I would be somewhere, and then forgot about it. I haven't kept my word. I've made a promise, and then broken it. To all of you that have called me, asking, "Where are you?", I apologize.<br /><br />I'm so grateful that God isn't like me. He never breaks a promise, and never fails to follow through on His word. His promises are so sure that we can fully rely on them. Listen to the words of Charles Spurgeon:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Our duty to God demands that we accept His promise and act upon it. Every honest man has a right to credence, and much more does the God of truth deserve it. We ought to treat the promise as in itself the substance of the thing promised, just as we look upon a man's check or IOU as an actual payment. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/God-Promises-You-Charles-Spurgeon/dp/0883684594/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1203620757&sr=8-1">God Promises You</a><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />It's not enough to just accept the promises of God, we must act upon them. The words of God are so trustworthy that we can stake our very lives upon them. They are worthy of our full and wholehearted trust.<br /><br />So let's ask ourselves, are we fully trusting the promises of God? Are we acting upon the promises by placing all our faith in the promises? For example:<br /><br />_God promises to meet all our needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus (Phil 4:19). Do we believe that God is going to meet every need that we have, including every spiritual and physical need? Do we exercise faith in this promise even when it seems like there isn't a spare cent in the budget?<br /><br />_God promises that sin will not be our master (Rom 6:14). Do we fully believe that God is going give us the power to overcome our sin, or do we believe that lie that we'll never grow in godliness?<br /><br />_God promises to forgive our sins the moment we repent (1 John 1:9). Do we believe that God is eager and willing to forgive our sins, or do we wallow in condemnation?<br /><br />The promises of God are sure, and they require us to act upon them. We must <span style="font-style: italic;">believe </span>every one with all of our hearts. It's not enough to just know the promises of God. We must act.<br /><br />I think I hear my phone ringing...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-5511144055273964929?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-1506771470012250452008-02-21T08:00:00.006-05:002008-12-08T23:26:09.653-05:00The Apple of His Eye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R70B27BmFSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TxRBVzMK-Fs/s1600-h/843587_poverty3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R70B27BmFSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TxRBVzMK-Fs/s400/843587_poverty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169289990360143138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">When Christ scans the peoples of the earth, his eyes light up with delight when they rest upon certain people. </span><br /><br />Is it the movie stars, or the athletes, or the kings and queens of the earth that thrill Christ’s heart? Is it the successful, the glamorous, the brilliant? John Owen, who definitely would not have made the cover of People Magazine, gives us a clue:</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“There is not the meanest (lowliest), the weakest, the poorest believer on earth that Christ does not value more highly than all the world besides”</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(Communion with God).</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />The homeliest Christian living in obscurity and poverty is more delightful to Jesus than all the stars of Hollywood or heaven. A toothless, crippled, Christian in a hovel in Sri Lanka is more appealing to Christ than a non-Christian king in a palace. My friend who called upon the Savior last year who now lies on his bed ravaged by cancer, with sunken eyes and cheeks and legs swollen from the tumor in his back is more beautiful to Jesus than a thousand sunsets. More than all the beauty in the world.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Why are believers, even the lowliest, so attractive to Christ? Not because we’re good enough, smart enough, and doggone it God likes us. No, there is nothing in us who are sinful to appeal to God. We who have called on Christ are lovely to him because God has chosen us and given us to Jesus, and Christ has purchased us with his own life. The Father has made us the apple of his eye and his treasured possession because he’s washed us with the blood of Christ, joined us to Christ, clothed us with the righteousness of Christ, and is transforming us into the image of Christ.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We are delightful to Christ because we’re his bride. Even the most stunning seraphim in heaven aren’t clothed in the radiance of Christ the way the poorest believer is.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">C.S. Lewis says <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"It is a serious thing, to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare.” – Weight of Glory</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Someday believers will be like Christ, for we shall see him as he is (1 JN 3:2). Our new heavenly bodies will be as different from these bodies as a tree is from a seed (1 CO 15:35ff). We simply can’t imagine the beauty of our heavenly bodies. Imagine if you had never seen a tree in your life and I showed you an acorn and said that someday this tiny seed would be majestic, spreading out, and full of thousands of green leaves. You couldn’t imagine it. Paul compares these earthly bodies to seeds that will someday be more glorious than we can imagine.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />We’ll look at each other <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“when he comes on that day to be glorified in his saints, and to be marveled at among all who have believed” (2 TH 1:10)</span>, and we’ll see the glory of Christ shining through each other.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">So take a second look at your fellow-believer. Even if he or she appears to you to be the dullest and most uninteresting person in the world, remember Christ values them more than all the world. And even if you consider yourself to be insignificant, remember, you are his treasured possession, the apple of his eye.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-150677147001225045?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-26971107300211566352008-02-20T08:00:00.005-05:002008-12-08T23:26:09.773-05:00Mysterious Promises<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R7ibzmIDcMI/AAAAAAAAANI/n25DHhiikzI/s1600-h/Stained_glass_glass_233071_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R7ibzmIDcMI/AAAAAAAAANI/n25DHhiikzI/s320/Stained_glass_glass_233071_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168051883117605058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises... 2 Peter 1:3-4<br /><br /></span>The promises of God. We say those words all the time. We've got promise books and promise boxes (what exactly is a promise box anyway?). We've got Bible covers with an eagle embroidered on one side and a promise on the other (never was a big fan of Bible covers). But when was the last time you really thought about what it means that "God has promised"?<br /><br />Have you ever wondered why God gives us promises? God doesn't owe us a single thing. He's the almighty, all-knowing Creator of the universe. He's completely happy in himself, and doesn't need anything or anyone. Our very breath comes from God. And as our creator, God doesn't owe us anything.<br /><br />In addition to being our creator, God is also our judge. We've rebelled against our creator. We've sinned against God, committing spiritual treason on a cosmic scale. Jeremiah 2:12-13 says, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Be appalled, O heavens, at this; be shocked, be utterly desolate, declares the LORD, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water</span>." Our treason against God is so perverted that even the heavens are shocked and appalled. Actually, God does owe us something. He owes us wrath.<br /><br />But in the pages of scripture we find something utterly astonishing: God has promised to do us good. God has <span style="font-style: italic;">promised</span> forgiveness to any who appeal for mercy. God has <span style="font-style: italic;">promised</span> to put his spirit into us, and <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">promised </span></span></span>to help us overcome our sin. He has <span style="font-style: italic;">promised</span> to work all things for the good of those who love him, and has <span style="font-style: italic;">promised</span> that he will never leave us or forsake us. <span style="font-weight: bold;">In making these promises God has bound himself to do good on our behalf.<br /><br /></span>Why would God do this? Why would God make unbreakable promises to do good things for me? I've done nothing to deserve such lavish promises. I deserve blistering wrath, instead I receive precious promises. Only a God that is rich in mercy and love would do such a thing.<br /><br />Let me close with the words of Charles Spurgeon:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Surely it is a wonderful thing that the eternal God would make promises to His own creatures. Before He pledged His word, He was free to do as it pleased Him. After He has made a promise, His truth and honor bind Him to do as He has said.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-2697110730021156635?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-50092172454621041632008-02-19T08:00:00.004-05:002008-12-08T23:26:09.959-05:00Giving Blood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R7pkBrBmFQI/AAAAAAAAALw/EHMOA-fSlvs/s1600-h/syringe_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIjjxA_FmdU/R7pkBrBmFQI/AAAAAAAAALw/EHMOA-fSlvs/s400/syringe_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168553502253126914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dear Diary,</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gave blood today for little Jack T. </span>Lots of people from the church are there serving, giving blood, chatting, laughing. First I fill out a questionnaire about the purity of my blood. Have I taken this drug or that drug, been exposed to AIDS, etc. One question is “Have you ever been born in: Mexico, South America or Central America?” I don’t think I ever was, but I might have been.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">After filling out the form, a pleasant lady reviews my questionnaire then leads me to what reminds me of a padded lounge chair with an arm rest. A professional young woman swabs my arm with a brown liquid to sterilize the area where they will insert the needle. Then she removes a new syringe from a package. I’m slightly nervous, but I see an elderly lady giving blood a few feet from me and she seems fine, so I figure if she can do it I can do it. I just don’t want to start screaming like a woman or pass out in front of everybody.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">“Little pinch” says the girl and sticks the needle in my arm. It’s definitely more than a pinch, but only lasts about 2 seconds. I lie there comfortably. Mary B. takes a photo of me and others come and poke fun at me, asking if I’m going to make it. After 15 minutes, a young man carefully removes the needle, applies a bandage, seals up the bag of my blood, and instructs me not to have any coffee for the rest of the day. Right. I’m heading to Starbucks as soon as I leave.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Gary D. escorts me to the snack room, ready to catch me should I faint. I cap off my ordeal with a couple glasses of orange juice, a sloppy joe and some kettle-cooked potato chips. Becky, Jack’s mom, thanks me, as do numerous others, and I congratulate myself for my incredible act of heroism.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Dear Diary,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gave blood today for all those the Father has given me. </span>First, Judas turns me over to angry mob with swords and spears. The disciples all run away. Dragged into a kangaroo court, where false witnesses lie about me, twisting things I’ve said. Hauled before Pilate and Herod, then handed over to Roman soldiers who tie me to a post and whip me over and over with the infamous cat o’ nine tails, with its leather thongs embedded with pieces of bone and metal. My back is completely shredded and my sides, arms, and the backs of my legs are torn to pieces. My face is black and blue and puffy from the soldiers’ fists.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">They make a crown from a thorn bush and press it onto my head. Draping a purple cape over my shoulders, they pay mock homage, bowing before me, spitting on me and smacking the crown with reeds, driving it in deeper. Tiring of their fun, they lead me staggering out into the streets carrying a cross.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Noisy crowds, pushing, yelling. I lose my footing and fall beneath the crushing weight of the cross. After a couple falls, I can’t get up. The soldiers force a bystander to carry my cross and they push me through the crowds.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">On a hill outside the city, the soldiers stretch me out on the cross and pound spikes into my hands and feet. I think I might pass out from the pain, but I don’t cry out. They lift the cross and it slides into its hole with a terrific jolt - pain shoots through my arms like lightning. I hang there for 6 hours, convulsing with racking pain. My lips are cracked and my throat burns with thirst. I’m suffocating. I push up on the nails in my feet for a few seconds to catch a breath of air, until the pain becomes unbearable in my feet, then I slump down and hang by the nails in my hands and begin suffocating again. People all around are cursing me, laughing at me, shaking their heads.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Worse than all the physical pain - I’m under my Father’s curse – his infinite wrath descends upon me. I’m abandoned by God and man. Desolate. Alone. Infinite misery, despair, grief, sorrow. I plunge into total darkness of soul, the darkness of utter abandonment. I hang between heaven and earth, all alone, for what seems like an eternity, until I’ve no more blood left. A spear pierces my side and a trickle of blood and water drains out. It is finished. I’ve purchased my beloved ones.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-5009217245462104163?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-57769045547136675062008-02-18T08:00:00.003-05:002008-12-08T23:26:10.125-05:00Does God Care About Exercise?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R7iaqGIDcLI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZCAPG_aLp2g/s1600-h/vancouver_sunrun_marathon_665932_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Shqx3z8Vpw/R7iaqGIDcLI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZCAPG_aLp2g/s400/vancouver_sunrun_marathon_665932_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168050620397220018" border="0" /></a>Exercise is one of those subjects that seems to divide people into three groups. First, there's the health nuts, whose idea of a good time is strapping on a backpack full of bricks and doing wind sprints up steep hills. Then there's the couch potatoes, whose idea of a good time is a bag of chips, an industrial sized tub of French onion dip, and a king sized Slurpee. Then there's the rest of us, who know we should exercise, and even own several pieces of exercise equipment, but never quite find the time to do it.<br /><br />Everywhere you look, people are telling us we should exercise. But does God care about exercise? Does it really matter to God if I step onto my treadmill?<br /><br />Nowhere in the Bible will you find a scripture that says, "You must exercise three times a week ( and make sure one of those days is a good cardio work out)." But we do read in 1 Corinthians 10:31, "So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God." <span style="font-weight: bold;">Every minute of our lives is to be lived for the glory of God, and exercise is a wonderful means of helping us live for the glory of God.</span> How? By extending our years of service to God, and by making us more effective in serving the Lord.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exercise Extends Our Years of Serving God<br /><br /></span>Have you ever considered that exercise could be the difference between serving God for 60 years or serving God for 75 years? Think about this for a moment. Maintaining a healthy body could result in God giving you many additional years to care for your spouse. Staying in good shape could result in God allowing you to share the gospel with hundreds of additional people. Those endless miles on the treadmill could result in many additional years of faithfully serving your church. Yes, I understand that God has numbered our days. In his sovereignty, God knows exactly how many days we will live upon this earth. But God uses means, and exercise is a means of adding years of fruitful labor to our lives.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exercise Makes Us More Effective In Serving The Lord<br /><br /></span>Not only does exercise extend our years of serving the Lord, it also makes us more effective in serving the Lord. The truth is, an unhealthy body can limit our capacity to serve the Lord. Being unhealthy leads to less energy and less stamina, which ultimately limits our service for the Lord. Those who exercise regularly and are in good health are able to serve the Lord and others consistently, and for longer periods of time.<br /><br />Charles Spurgeon said, "<span style="font-style: italic;">A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>These truths should dramatically affect our approach to exercise! We don't ultimately exercise for the purpose of losing weight or so that we look good. We exercise for the glory of God. We lace up our running shoes and pound the pavement so that we can serve God effectively for years to come. We lift weights so that at age 65 we can share the gospel with our grandchildren. We go to the gym so that we can lovingly care for our spouse for many years.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span>So let me encourage you to exercise. Not because it's a good thing to do, but because God's glory is at stake. Think of the future as you go out and jog today.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by <a href="http://www.everystockphoto.com/photo.php?imageId=665932">kk+</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-5776904554713667506?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-37829322162622529252008-02-16T08:30:00.003-05:002008-02-16T08:34:38.460-05:00Highlight Reel UpdatedThe Blazing Center Highlight Reel is a feature of this blog that lets you explore previous posts that you might not have read. Each of these posts is designed to encourage your faith and point you to the Lord, so if you haven't read these, check them out.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/11/how-to-survive-elephant-stampede.html">How To Survive An Elephant Stampede</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/10/waiting-in-pain.html">Waiting In Pain</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2008/01/never-feel-condemned.html">Never Feel Condemned</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/10/does-god-hear-my-baby.html">Does God Hear My Baby?</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2007/10/god-stars-and-your-hair.html">God, The Stars, and Your Hair</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-3782932216262252925?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-13214772290599616242008-02-15T08:00:00.004-05:002008-02-15T10:02:34.946-05:00Hope for Sin-stained Worshipers<span style="font-weight: bold;">As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious, you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 2:4-5</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario 1:</span> Sunday morning you come into the meeting to sing to the Lord together with the saints. You've already had a conflict with your wife, spoken harshly to your kids and complained about the pothole in the parking lot. And when you get to your usual row there's a college kid with azure blue hair sitting in your seat.<br /><br />The first song begins and you begin to clap, noticing the worship leader is wearing tennis shoes and his shirt is untucked. Didn't that kid's father teach him anything about how to dress on Sunday? And he's leading us in worship!<br /><br />You begin to sing "Sing praise to the Lord, our God and King, his love endures forever..." and a few drops of joy begin to trickle into your heart. You close your eyes and lift your hands. God is so good and loving.<br /><br />Then your 13-year old son walks in front of you and heads toward the back of the room. You whisper to your wife, "Where's he going?" "To the bathroom," she answers. A wave of irritation washes over you. "Why didn't he go at home?"<br /><br />Suddenly you realize you haven't been singing for the last 2 minutes. You try to get back into it, but, wow are those drums loud! Can't they do anything about that? Oh Lord, forgive me, now where was I? "His love endures forever..."<br /><br />Sound familiar?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario 2:</span> Doreen, the skinny, unkempt, tooth-missing, slightly smelly lady who's always asking you for money runs into you at the store and asks if you can help her out. You knew this was coming when you saw her. So pulling out a $20 bill, you place it, half sincerely, half reluctantly, into her greasy hand. You'd like to give freely as unto the Lord, but you know your heart isn't 100% into it. Suddenly, Bill from church walks by, spying you slipping the bill into Doreen's hand. You whisper a secret "Yes!" as you imagine Bill telling others, "What a guy he is - I saw him giving that poor woman money." You imagine your photo on the cover of "Godly People" Magazine, with the caption, "The Most Generous Man Alive" next to your face.<br /><br />Romans 12 tells us that for believers in Christ, everything we do is an offering of worship to God, whether we're doing something we would think of as "spiritual," like praying or serving in Children's Ministry, or cooking dinner or working on a spread sheet. But our spiritual sacrifices are so pathetic, so blighted by sin - how can the Lord accept them? Our praying and singing is often distracted. Our acts of service and mercy are often flavored with self-glorification.<br /><br />So how can our sacrifices be acceptable to God?<br /><br />The key is that our acts of worship are "acceptable to God THROUGH Jesus." He is the Mediator between God and man, our great High Priest. This means that Jesus takes our flawed and sin-stained offerings, washes them with his blood, and presents them to the Father as perfect.<br /><br />Without our Mediator our sacrifices wouldn't be fit for an angel, let alone the Holy One whose eyes are too pure to look upon sin. But through Christ, the Father receives our acts of worship with pleasure and delight.<br /><br />Let's praise God today for his glorious Son! Let's offer him our lives today as his priests made holy by the blood of Christ. And thank God for the kid with the blue hair.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-1321477229059961624?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Mark Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414110985701839554noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-16094522761211262762008-02-14T19:20:00.006-05:002008-02-15T19:10:55.702-05:00C.J. Mahaney Asks If You Spin Plates<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>As part of the <a href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2008/01/cj-mahaney-project.html">C.J. Mahaney</a> project, I'm attempting to listen to all of C.J's messages that are available online and pull out the humorous illustrations. As I've noted before, C.J. uses humor to wonderfully illustrate the points in his message. In this hilarious story, C.J. Mahaney compares a legalist to someone that is constantly spinning plates. To download the story click <a href="http://www.box.net/shared/jy24w5cocg">here</a>. You can download the sermon by clicking <a href="http://www.sovereigngracestore.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=A1155-01-51">here</a>.<br /></p><br /><p><object id="player_v04" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" align="middle" height="52" width="364"><param value="sameDomain" name="allowScriptAccess"><param value="http://www.box.net/mp3player/player.swf?playlistURL=http://www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_v2_mp3_player_shared%26_playlist%26node=f_132520887" name="movie"><param value="high" name="quality"><param value="#ffffff" name="bgcolor"><param value="transparent" name="wmode"><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" name="player_v04" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high" src="http://www.box.net/mp3player/player.swf?playlistURL=http://www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_v2_mp3_player_shared%26_playlist%26node=f_132520887" wmode="transparent" align="middle" height="52" width="364"></embed></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-1609452276121126276?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604927782599259689.post-59194154171270346872008-02-14T08:00:00.002-05:002008-02-14T06:50:49.894-05:003 Things That Make Me Happy On Valentine's DayToday we join the world in celebrating the holiday of love. Cards with messages like, "You melt my heart like a box of chocolates left in a trunk on a hot summer's day," will be exchanged. Young couples will sit across from each other in fancy restaurants and call each other sweet nicknames like "shnooky wookums", and "oogly bear". Young men will take out small loans to purchase a dozen roses for their sweethearts, and old men will put their teeth back in to kiss their wives. Today is Valentine's Day.<br /><br />At this point you're probably wondering if there is any point to this post. I assure you, I have not overdosed on Russell Stover chocolates - there is a point. So without any sort of smooth transition, I will bring you immediately to the point: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Our relationship with God is the foundation for a happy Valentine's Day</span>.<br /><br />As I consider Valentine's Day, I'm grateful for three things:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />God Is My Joy, Not People<br /></span><br />In the world's eyes, Valentine's Day is all about celebrating a special relationship with a special someone. Those that don't have a special someone are left out in the cold to feel sorry for themselves. According to the world, you can't be happy if you're single.<br /><br />But the glorious news of the Bible is that people don't bring us true joy. Our satisfaction is found in knowing and delighting in God Himself. If you are looking for true joy outside of your relationship with Christ, you're chasing the wind.<br /><br />As one who was recently married, let me speak to those who are single. <span style="font-style: italic;">Being married will never satisfy you.</span> I love my wife Jen with all my heart. I love being married to her and can't imagine life without her. But she doesn't ultimately satisfy me, and I don't satisfy her. Why? Because we were made to be satisfied in God. Psalm 16:11 says, "You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore." Fullness of joy is found in loving God and delighting in his presence. <span style="font-style: italic;">Today, will you find your joy in God?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm Grateful For the Gospel<br /><br /></span>The gospel is what makes joyful, God-glorifying relationships possible. Apart from the transforming power of the gospel, my marriage wouldn't make it. I'm too selfish and too proud to love Jen as Christ loved the church. I love my own comfort too much to lay my life down for her. Titus 3:3 says, "For we ourselves were once foolish, disobedient, led astray, slaves to various passions and pleasures, passing our days in malice and envy, <span style="font-style: italic;">hated by others and hating one another</span>." Apart from the gospel I would be a mess.<br /><br />But the power of God is now at work in me, slowly shaping me into a godly husband and Jen into a godly wife. Yes, I still have miles to go when it comes to being a godly husband. I'm still very selfish. I still love my own comfort. I haven't quite mastered that mysterious thing called "communication". But I have great hope for my marriage, not because of my power, but because of God's power. The gospel is what makes a happy relationship possible. Today, thank God for the gospel!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm Grateful For My Wife<br /><br /></span>Without a doubt, I have the best wife in the universe. Proverbs 31:10 says, "An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels." Jen is the crown jewels of the Altrogge household. She serves me tirelessly, cares for our daughter joyfully, and brings me great joy. She truly is a gift from God to me. To say that I am blessed is a colossal understatement. I'm a rich man.<br /><br />Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some chocolate to eat.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604927782599259689-5919415417127034687?l=blazingcenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Stephen Altroggehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11826671041931242233noreply@blogger.com0