What the Sign Reveals

 

    For months there has been a portable flashing speed sign similar to the one above, on one of my main routes into town. Supposedly, it is because of a work zone several blocks ahead, although the speed limit on that part of the road has been posted at 25 mph for decades, probably since automobiles replaced horses. But somehow, driving past a sign that displays 25 mph and has the audacity to flash if you are going even one mph over the limit has been a revelation to me, not about my speed, but about my stinkin' thinkin' towards authority. 

 

•   I have blown raspberries at it. 
•   Rolled my eyes.
•   Argued with it:  Gimme a break. I'm only 1 mile over!
•   Gloated: See, I'm going 25. Happy now? 
•   And I get really rude when I'm under the speed limit.

 

    The sign reminds me (but probably not normal people) of Simeon's prophecy to Mary in Luke 2:34-35 when Jesus was brought to the temple for circumcision. "This child is destined to cause the rising and falling of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed . . ." What the stupid flashing sign reveals to me is not the speed limit, I already know that. As I speak against it when I drive past, it reveals my unwillingness to be told what to do, even by an innocent, inanimate object. It flashes into my consciousness the thoughts of my heart. 

   Perhaps I should keep that visual in mind when I condescendingly condemn the hardness of the religious leaders of Jesus time when the truth was standing right in front of them. When He gave sign after sign that He was who He claimed to be. When he told them that breaking one commandment (even by just 1 mph) meant their righteousness was inadequate. The sign is correct when it says "WORK ZONE", every time I  pass it, the Spirit goes to work on my heart.

 

 

Dancers at Rest

     Though it is usually my favorite season, I am starting to see autumn as the opposing team trying to run out the clock on the good weather we need to complete our home siding and painting project. I had also begun to believe I was no longer capable of writing poetry, but today I wrote this . . . I did not specify good poetry.

 

Dancers at Rest 

 

Almost as if they're taking turns,

the leaves blush red as autumn burns

its annual invitation on

the rings within the tree. 

 

Not all at once, but branch by branch,

their costumes change before the dance.

The leaves like lilting music sway

till, one by one, they're swept away.

 

I'm glad they have this final time

to dress their finest, soar sublime, 

uplifted by the cool, fall winds,

then float to earth to join their friends.

 

Through spring and summer we have made

a leafy refuge of their shade.

And I, with many seasons blessed, 

can understand their need for rest. 

 

9/18/26 

 

 

 

Et Tu, City Brew?

    That catchy title refers to Caesar's question to Brutus in the Shakespeare play "Julius Caesar." As Caesar is being betrayed and stabbed by Roman senators, he asks his friend Brutus if he is betraying him too. Et tu, Brute'?, meaning you too Brutus? The answer was, yes. I chose it as a title because: 1) Using Latin makes me sound smart 2) Brew sounds like Brute' 3) It is the second business to disappoint me in the last few days. In my last post I whined about being let down by Les Schwab, this one is about today's experience at City Brew. I have been a City Brew fan since the first one opened close to where I live. Sadly, that location closed, but another opened in Evergreen. Between being located in one of those black hole spots that kills every business that builds there, and chronic staffing problems, that one closed too. The only remaining City Brew is near the hospital and, after today, I'm not so sure about that one.

    My coffee place picks have a lot to do with perks, and I had received a $5 off a drink purchase that was only good for a few days. I had never seen the City Brew parking lot so empty at noon before, and at the tables where there are usually students and businessmen on computers, Bible study and knitting groups meeting, I was the only customer. Since I drank my emergency freezer frappe that helps with my migraines yesterday, I ordered a follow up frappe. I gave the girl my phone number (twice, slowly), showed her the offer on my phone, and ordered my drink (twice, slowly). She charged me full price. I explained it again. She and the other young woman conferred and said the discount only applied to hot drinks. I explained (twice, not so slowly) that it did not say that, and the offer has never worked that way before. Meanwhile I got on my City Brew app, started to order the same frappe and it applied the discount. Finally, an older woman came out of the back, easily found the coupon in my account and took my order. Then the girls made my drink (slowly). The only other customer who came in after me got tired of waiting, asked for her money back, and left (quickly).

    This does not bode well for the future of our lone City Brew. I definitely will not be requesting their gift card for my birthday. I understand what it is like to be new to a job, that excuses the slow and don't know part, but employees who make up explanations roast my beans. It is not like getting stabbed or anything, but lying to me in a business filled with the aroma of so many happy memories feels a little like betrayal. First Les, now--You too, City Brew?

 

Do Less with Les

    For many years I have both patronized and referred friends to, Les Schwab for tire issues. Frequently, they will repair a tire for free and just tell you to remember them the next time you buy tires. No charge. No pressure. But because of what happened to a friend of mine last week, I am planning to do less with Les. A longtime friend went to the Evergreen Les Schwab for a leaky tire. We have been providing vehicles, maintenance and tires for her for decades because, for many years Tracy found and fixed up inexpensive older cars for her, she worked hard but had low income, and because she has such a timid personality that she is often taken advantage of. Predatory salesmen can sense this like a shark smells blood in the water. The tire tech said her tire was unrepairable because she drove on it flat. (That may be true, this is the same friend who added antifreeze to the oil in her last vehicle--twice.) By the time she thought to call us, he had already sold her four 50k mile tires to replace the 50k mile tires we bought her two years ago, he recommended siping, and of course, they charged her a disposal fee for tires that only had 11,000 miles of use. Total $580. She finally texted when he also tried to sell her wheels, and she realized $900 might be close to what we paid for the car in the first place. Frankly, I expected more of Les.

    Reed told her to ask for her/(our) tires back. They told her they would look for them, but of course, didn't actually look until Reed showed up the next morning. By that time, they said the unrepairable tire and one other had, by amazing coincidence, been put in the trailer that had already been taken away, so there was no way to check their actual condition. But two of the four tires were in a trailer that was still there, and they managed to locate them. The salesman assured Reed he had offered my friend alternatives, but the power of persuasion is usually more about the way than the words. 

    Since Reed and I, of necessity, drove for many years on used, mismatched tires, I asked Tracy how important it was that tires match. He said it's very important--for race cars--but for the way most people drive, mismatched tires won't harm the transmission. And since my friend's car was a 1999 Subaru with 196,000 miles on it, the transmission was probably about as broken/broken in as it could be. The odd thing about the siping they talked her into, at $18 per tire, is that one of the sources AI cited explaining why it is not always helpful and may actually shorten the lifespan of the tire, was the Les Schwab website. Reed's experience with siping, except on winter tires, which we already bought her, supports that conclusion.

     When Reed picked up the two remaining tires, he "suggested" they refund the disposal fee. The manager said they would also refund the siping charges. I tried to send a complaint email to Les Schwab but, oddly enough, when I clicked Submit, it said something went wrong and deleted all the information I had spent 20 minutes including. I know my friend would like to let it drop, she is embarrassed about the whole incident. And since the email address of Les Schwab Corporate is harder to find than an honest politician, I will have to be satisfied with poison pen posting here. But I hate to see anyone taken advantage of, the age and condition of her car were ample evidence of her limited income, and there are many more like her in that part of Kalispell. I hope the upseller got upbraided by the manager, and for future friends with tire troubles, I'll suggest they do less with Les. 

 

False Despair

     Christians should not give anyone false hope about salvation, the world does that already. Those who believe the Bible know all paths do not lead to God, hell is not just for murderers, and no one gets to heaven by their good deeds outweighing the bad. But sometimes I wonder if, through a misunderstanding of the nature of salvation, we give ourselves and each other false despair. Only God knows whether an individual's faith in Christ was genuine or contrived, if their response was heart felt or pretense. And producing spiritual fruit that displays our new life in Christ is not optional, anyone who claims to belong to Jesus yet is content living in habitual sin, invites God's judgment. From our human standpoint trusting Jesus is a decision that can be made or unmade, but from God's perspective salvation is not some transient religious experience. The reason God's gift of eternal life cannot be returned is that it does not depend on us, it rests on RIBS.

    We have been learning about the Holy Spirit in our Sunday morning services and I think knowing the Spirit's role in salvation could be a great comfort for those watching prodigals drift away, and especially for those whose prodigals have died. RIBS is an acronym for the Holy Spirit's work in our permanent, positional relationship with God. Our ability to live out the practical realities of these spiritual truths requires our cooperation with God's Spirit, but in the RIBS of the Spirit, we play a passive role. The only condition required is that we have put our faith in Jesus. "R" stands for regeneration. All of us are born spiritually dead, regeneration is the unchangeable act of God by which we are made spiritually alive. "I" is for indwelling. At salvation the Holy Spirit takes up residence within us, permanently. Our disobedience can make our life an unpleasant place for Him to dwell, but we cannot evict Him, even if we are foolish enough to want to. "B" is for baptism. This is not water baptism, but the one and done work in which the Spirit places us within the body of Christ. "S" stands for sealing, the Holy Spirit marks us as belonging to God and offers Himself as the down payment guaranteeing our complete redemption. RIBS--not just for dinner, for always.

     Now back to prodigals--if we are praying for a prodigal to repent, when what they really need is salvation, or vice versa, we can trust the Holy Spirit to sort that out. But what about the prodigal who dies, apparently unrepentant, and sometimes unreconciled with family? If the grieving family doesn't voluntarily share when their loved one came to know Christ, I will ask them about it. When they set their hope in their loved one's previous acceptance of Christ as Savior, despite the later years of doubt and wandering, it is not false hope. Although repentance is necessary in order to be saved, or we would not see our need for a Savior, the permanence of our salvation does not rest on our repentance, but on the reality of the Holy Spirit's work of regeneration, indwelling, baptism and sealing--RIBS. 

    Some Christians are so afraid of holding out false hope, they go to the opposite extreme. They tell me how their loved one came to know Jesus, but then dismiss it because their assurance of salvation is focused on the strength of their loved one's hold on the Lord, not the power of God's grasp on them. At a time when believers most need the Holy Spirit's peace, comfort, and the strength of the unseen reality of His RIBS, they may instead focus on false despair. I offer parents of prodigals the same verse God gave me when I needed assurance about my son, John 6:37 "All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away." That is our true hope.

      

The Actuality of Factuality

     Everything we read is written from a biased perspective, including this blog. The only way to write without bias is to leave your brain behind. Although that may explain my writing style, the perspective of the author cannot be completely eradicated, even when the information is gathered and composed by AI. But sometimes I long for a little honesty. All but the local articles in our newspaper are cut and pasted from the AP (Always Partisan) news service. I understand why this is necessary, small newspapers like ours cannot afford to send staff to cover national, much less international, events. Today I was trying to find out whether an earthquake, or an avalanche, caused the flash flood which has killed so many in Nepal. It was reported both ways. From what I can tell, the seismic activity recorded before the flood was caused by the massive chunk of glacier, mud, and rock that broke off high in the Himalayas. That would certainly ratchet up the Richter scale, even without an earthquake. As I told my husband, who leans toward the earthquake explanation, it doesn't require a tsunami to make waves when a fat person cannonballs into a swimming pool. 

    The Pour Over, which I recommend as a Christian perspective news source, says the reason for the slide is unknown. The AP (Advocating Progressives) not only says it was caused by global warming, but human caused global warming. As if, under the tons of rock, mud, and debris, they found a note assigning blame. Inserting "human caused", which cannot possibly be proven, compromises the factuality of whatever truth may have unintentionally remained in the rest of the article. One would think even a semi-competent editor would have noticed one of his writer's pants were on fire. And it is not as if the AP (Actively Prejudiced) never admits causes are unknown. For instance, if a Muslim looking man, with a Muslim sounding name, whose internet accounts reveal interest in terrorist causes, suddenly decides to kill random strangers, the AP might report that the reason for the violence is unknown. Perhaps they believe that makes up for endorsing assumptions like the one in the article about the flood. 

   I am not a fan of right biased news either. In a spiritual context, seeking spokesmen to tell us what we want to hear is called having itching ears. It is the opposite of listening to sound doctrine. As the political persuasion most likely to believe in objective truth, the right goal of the Right should be to report it. Truth can speak for itself and even benevolent bias muffles it. In actuality, there is little factuality from either side of the political spectrum, and that is the honest truth.

 

     

 

      

 

Reading and Writing

    I believe it is possible to read but never write (creatively, or in my case, recreationally), but I don't believe it is possible to write but never read. In order for a brain to spit something out (which explains my writing) it is necessary to first put something in. That is why my recent writer's block did not concern me, that happens fairly often. But I was very concerned that I was not reading. I downloaded books on Kindle as usual, read a few pages, found they did not hold my interest, and stopped reading. It is not like me to not finish a book, even when it is a bargain price through Book Bub. Time is precious, reading is a luxury, and I simply did not want to waste it on books I don't enjoy. I also did not want to waste time looking for a better book online.

   Finally Book Bub offered a sequel to "Anguished English", a humorous compilation of misspelled, mis-spoken, and misused phrases. "Bride of Anguished English" got me reading again and made me laugh, but I wondered how I would do with a novel. In this week's Book Bub there was one of Kathy Reich's Bone sequels. She is a very engaging author and even though it was more than I usually pay for a download, $2.99, I bought it. Reichs uses a lot of cliff hanger chapter endings which cause some author endorsements to describe her books as "unputdownable." However, I feel a professional writer, should be "authory" enough to use a genuine word, if only to discourage us amateur hacks from using made up words like authory. 

    So I am reading again and have begun blogging again. There is a vast difference between what my brain is taking in and what it is spitting out, but reading and writing go, if not hand in hand, at least hand in head. Awkward, but still somehow, getting somewhere. I'll settle for that.