Change is a strange thing. As much as we may accept the inevitability of change – for better or for worse, the shape of change often surprises us.

This Observations, then, is about change, despite the click-bait headline I gave it.

Legalization of marijuana continues its slow march through the states. Ten years after Colorado became the first state to legalize the recreational use and sale of cannabis, eighteen other states and Washington D.C. have joined the mile high state decriminalizing the use and sale of limited amounts of marijuana. There is no reason to believe that the number of states allowing legal sale and use of cannabis products won’t continue to grow.

Change. It is rarely as good as its proponents hope and often not as harmful as its opponents suggest. The Journal of the American Medical Association published a study on the effects of the decriminalization of marijuana use and, in its scholarly article sort of way, suggests the change has a low side in addition to its high side: This study’s findings suggest that possible increases in the risk for cannabis use disorder among adolescent users and increases in frequent use and cannabis use disorder among adults after legalization of recreational marijuana use may raise public health concerns and warrant ongoing study. Continue reading →

Becky and I are back from Missouri where we spent a week or so with our grandchildren while our son and his wife were off on a trip celebrating their anniversary.  It was a good, if exhausting time for us, but we are mostly so glad we can help in such a way.

Micah, the second youngest of our grandchildren, will turn three years old in August and is a happy, talkative, and joy-contagious toddler. Micah loves books and loves having an adult read to him. I often took the reading assignment, especially as Becky became the favorite of the 16-month old who was a little apprehensive about his parents being suddenly gone.  Becky and Gabriel became great friends.

By far, Micah’s favorite read-aloud book was a complete collection of Curious George stories, “Monkey George,” as he calls him.  If any of you have trouble sleeping at night, might I recommend the complete collection of Monkey George stories.  Read them aloud and you will be in deep slumber in no time at all.

In addition to Monkey George, we had repeated reads of Ferdinand the Bull and the Story of the Little Gingerbread Boy.  And once in awhile one of the cardboard books that are more Gabriel’s speed than Micah’s. Continue reading →

For the past several months, Becky and I have been working with an Afghan refugee family as they settle into life in the United States.  We count all the work as joy.

Last night our friend Azizullah, husband and father in the family, sent a WhatsApp message with the photo you see above – a photo of a school in Taliban-dominated Afghanistan.  Far from home, with a heart that breaks for what is happening in Afghanistan, and adjusting to life in our strange new world, he wrote, “We must appreciate what we have.”

Yes.

This morning Becky and I leave for Missouri where we will spend a week and a few days with our family there.  Grandparent time!  We can hardly wait.  Along the way, we will undoubtedly grumble about the mid-four-dollar-a-gallon (or more) cost of gasoline. But we get to see family!  Azizullah’s words, “we must appreciate what we have,” should still our grumbling.

All for now. More Observations when we return home.

I will be preaching at a church in our presbytery this week and I am looking forward to it. The text I am preaching from 1 Peter 2 has me making a point about the Christian life and how, while we come to Christ at our conversion, our discipleship is not locked into a point or period in time.  I was thinking of saying something about becoming a Christian is not just about getting your ticket punched; you know, my way to heaven secured.  But then I wondered, “do you still get your ticket punched?”

We used to ride the train from Trenton, New Jersey, to Penn Station in Manhattan, and the conductor always punched our tickets.  It turns out, though, the very month we left Langhorne, New Jersey Transit quit punching tickets. Now the conductor scans the QR code on your ticket, or better yet, the app on your phone.

Another metaphor bites the dust.  We may talk about tuning in and hanging up, about cabooses and different tacks, but the realities on which the images are based have mostly disappeared. Continue reading →

Becky and I will be at a graduation ceremony tomorrow and are glad to be able to celebrate with the graduate and his family.

The degree to be granted is a Master of Divinity, an MDiv, the professional degree required for ordination in our denomination and many others.  An MDiv is no slouch of a degree. It typically takes three or four years to earn and requires learning and using Biblical Greek and Hebrew.  Along with biblical exegesis and systematic theology, students must take courses in preaching and counseling and church leadership.  I may be biased, but I think those who earn an MDiv have done some impressive work.

Our friend, no surprise, has proven to be an exceedingly able student and we will celebrate his success.  And more than most graduations I have attended, this one really does feel like a commencement, a beginning.  Our friend has been doing full-time ministry and still must pass a series of ordination exams, but this event seems to be a particularly significant – even ominous – marker.  If there was any doubt about God’s call to ministry and his claim on our friend’s life, this event seems to dispel it.

I happen to think our friend is not only now well-equipped academically for ministry, but he is also spiritually gifted and emotionally and relationally exceedingly able for what lies ahead.

Congratulations, good friend. Continue reading →