Becky and I are heading for Brazil in about twelve days’ time. More on the trip next week. We’re not quite at the suitcases-out stage of preparations, but both of us have to-do lists in our minds. One of the things I need to do is to call the bank and buy some Brazilian reias. The real (plural – reais) is Brazilian currency, and I should be able to buy about five reais for a dollar.

Brazil is a highly digitalized country, and we won’t need to use our reais often, but we are going to spend a few days near a small village, and we might want some paper currency in our pockets if we visit one of its shops or restaurants. A dollar may buy five reais, but the shopkeeper or the restaurant owner in Florestal won’t want our dollars and may not have internet access to process a credit card payment.

The currency in Brazil is the real, not the dollar – almighty as we may think it is. We call the process of exchanging one currency for another “conversion.” Hm.
 
Pounds, pesos, yens, rubles, euros, dollars, reais. The currencies of the kingdoms of the world. I wonder what the currency of the Kingdom of Heaven is.

Our visas to enter Brazil cost $80 a piece. The price to get in. Of course, the price for our entry into the Kingdom of heaven has already been paid. “Jesus Paid it All,” we sing in the words of the old Gospel hymn. The Prophet Isaiah says,
“Come, everyone who thirsts,
come to the waters;
and he who has no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without price.”  Isaiah 55:1

The entry fee to the Kingdom? It’s been paid. The poor and crippled and blind and lame; those from the highways and the hedges are freely invited as the guests at the great banquet in the Kingdom. (Luke 14:15-24)

But what about the commerce of the Kingdom?  What about those daily transactions of its citizens? How do we purchase food to feed sheep and oil and wine to bind the wounds of those stripped and beaten by the wicked of the world?  Pounds, pesos, yens, rubles, euros, dollars, or reais are not accepted for such transactions.

We might say love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control constitute the currency of the Kingdom. As the sanctifying power of the Spirit converts us more and more to the ways of Christ, we grow rich in the fruit of the Spirit and as we spend it for Kingdom causes, we find it only increases all the more.

We can’t convert pounds, pesos, yens, rubles, euros, dollars, or reais to Kingdom currency, but as we are converted more and more, day by day, to the ways of Christ, we become rich beyond measure.

In last week’s post I complained about using Easter as a metaphor for the cycle of the seasons or a kind of vacuous spirituality. But then I talked about a potted Easter flower already drooping on our kitchen table. I wrote, “Perhaps it serves as a metaphor for the danger of Easter faith drooping as Sunday turns to Monday and a new week too much like the old week unfolds before us.”

Several of you were kind enough to respond. Reflecting on the danger of drooping faith, one of you wrote, “Maybe next week you can write about not allowing that to happen.”

Hm. So how do we keep our faith from drooping? The new week gave another metaphor to help as I pondered the question. On Good Friday I ordered a needed item from a seller in Wisconsin, but the need was not urgent. No next-day delivery needed, and no next-day delivery promised. Good enough. The Monday after Easter I received notification that the package had been placed into the keeping of the US Postal Service and that  I could expect delivery by Friday, April 10.  Good enough. Still a week or so before I would need it. Continue reading →

There’s nothing like a good metaphor to brighten a note or letter. A metaphor well used jolts the sleepy reader to life. To a good writer, the use of an effective simile is like the use of just the right herbs and spices to a master chef. A clarifying analogy explains the meaning of our words as a pair of reading glasses sharpens the letters on a page.

We need to look no further than the words of Jesus to validate the use of figurative language. Jesus spoke of a city on a hill, of a lamp under a bushel, of vines and branches, living water, easy yokes, logs in our eyes, white-washed tombs, and lost sheep.

Any of us hoping for our language to satisfy like a cup of cool water on a hot summer day, or to cut to the heart of an issue like a sharp two-edged sword could do worse than listening for the ways the Bible uses metaphors, similes, and analogies.

But we Christians are, at times, guilty of metaphor abuse, and no more so than at Easter time. Some things are not meant to be taken figuratively. Some things are what they are. So it is with the Resurrection. Continue reading →

The headlines caught my eye. As I was going through the newsfeed last week, two links on the same list got me thinking. The Mother Jones writer responding to reports of abuse by the late United Farmworkers organizer, Cesar Chavez, acknowledged the accuracy of the charges, but shifted blame from Chavez to American culture that allows and even celebrates such abuse.  The same day, a New York Times opinion piece appeared under the headline “It’s Not Trump. It’s America.” Distraught over Donald Trump’s policies and personality, NYT columnist Lydia Polgreen blames our country and culture as much as the president for the emotional distress she is experiencing in “these dark times.”

Both the Mother Jones and the New York Times lean left in their perspectives, but that is not the point. I am certain I could find more right leaning perspectives likewise blaming culture and country for the woes of our time. Maybe American tolerance and generosity are our problem.

The point is that we humans like to fix blame – sometimes as a prelude to finding solutions, sometimes as a pretext for anger.

We like to fix blame. Agnostic/Atheist (his self-description) New Testament scholar Bart Ehrman blames Jesus for Judas’ betrayal. I’m pretty sure I disagree with Ehrman, but Judas as victim does fit our cultural moment. Blame culture! Blame Jesus! Blame someone! Continue reading →

One of the many joys of our good life is the granola Becky bakes once a week or so and I eat almost every morning. Frankly, it is the best granola ever. Hemp seed is included on the ingredient list. We are told that hemp seed is a great source of protein, amino acids, and other healthy things. And no THC in these hemp seeds.

The other day I was looking at the cheery package in which our hemp seed is delivered from our Canadian supplier, Manitoba Harvest. The people at Manitoba Harvest say they “exist to make life super,” and they invite those of us who consume their product to join them “in making this world a super place.”

Hemp Hemp Hooray. Continue reading →