If You Have Kids And You’re Not Homeschooling Them…

I started talking like a Russian as we drove closer to the school. I always do that when I drop my kids off in the morning. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the result of some emotional scar from my days as a below average student. Or maybe I’m just trying to give them one last laugh before they walk through those double doors and into their classroom.

Me In My Best Russian Voice: “Have gud day. Crush opp-oh-zee-shun.”

I’m sure that there are plenty of nice Russian people. But whenever I talk like a Russian, I always say something about crushing the opposition or breaking someone. I know for a fact where that comes from. Drago. Rocky IV.

My kids didn’t laugh when I told them to crush the opposition. Well, they kind of chuckled. It was one of those courtesy laughs people give preachers when they fail at an attempt at humor. I’m used to that laugh.

Here’s what my youngest son told me.

“Dad, we don’t have any opposition. But we might have a puppet show!”

Each day, when one of us picks the kids up from school, my wife and I find out whether or not they had a puppet show. Or if they crushed the opposition. My wife usually leads them in more thoughtful conversations than I do. That’s because she’s nowhere near as good as me at talking like Drago.

Here’s a question that she always asks our boys at the end of their school day.

“Did you hear any words at school today that you don’t know what they mean?”

This always leads to good parental conversations.

One day one of my sons gave us a nervous answer.


For a second, my wife and I had thoughts of our son reciting a line or two from Pulp Fiction.

He didn’t. Instead, he just said the word. Here it is.


I’m not sure if he thought that was a dirty, Pulp Fiction word or if he just didn’t know what it meant but he seemed relieved when we gave him the definition. We told him that a coincidence is when things happen at random, with no planning or for no particular reason.

I loved his response.

“But that can’t happen. There’s no such thing as coincidence since God is in control of everything.”

I was so happy that I almost started singing Amazing Grace in a Russian accent.

There’s a point to all of this.

If you have kids and you are not homeschooling them, you aren’t doing your job as a parent.

Now, before you throw your iPhone across the room and send me a virus or report me to the FCC, hear me out. If your kids, like mine, leave the home everyday to go to school, they still need to be homeschooled. What I mean is that they need to be learning things from you that they can’t get at any school.

They need to learn how to laugh and enjoy their day, even when that day involves a Science test. That’s a lesson that is best learned in the car from mom or dad.

They need to learn how to read. If your kid goes to school outside of the home, and that school is not in the district that I grew up in, there’s a good chance that he will learn how to read. But he needs more than that. He needs to learn how to interpret, analyze and think critically about what he is reading. Again, those are lessons that are best learned from mom and dad.

One of my favorite things about the body of Christ is that there is room for all sorts of different educational philosophies. In my church alone, we have parents who send their kids to public schools, homeschooling parents and private school families. If every single family in your church educates their children the same way and shares the same philosophies of education, that’s probably not a good thing. A church where everyone is the same is typically more segregated than it is unified.

But, regardless of where your kid learns his reading and writing, he needs to be learning at home too. And that’s more than simply helping with homework. It means dropping what you are doing to ask questions, answer questions, raise new questions and even have a few laughs. Trust me, these lessons will stick with your children.

My son was wrong.

He was wrong when he said that he doesn’t have any opposition.

Everyday, your kids and mine face opposition that could keep them from becoming the men and women that we want them to be. Even the best educational environment cannot fully protect them from that opposition. A good church will help them to fight against it. But the primary equipping must come from mom an dad.

In the home.

Or in the car.

The Russian accent is optional.


The Monday Morning Quarterback

It’s time once again for me to ramble on and on about football. I like to call it The Monday Morning Quarterback.


Does anyone remember the name of that Georgia Bulldog running back that future Heisman Trophy winner Nick Chubb is replacing? Thomas Gurlhammer? Todd Graily? Ted Nugent? Let me know if you figure it out.

Chubb’s Bulldogs had a strong showing against the Arkansas Razorbacks on Saturday. Early on in the game, one of the announcers said the following.

“Arkansas has to stick with what got them here.”

At the time, Arkansas was getting beat, 17-6 and hadn’t won an SEC game since the Clinton administration. Thankfully, the Razorbacks stuck with what got them there. Georgia won the game 45 to 32.

Even still, some drunken Georgia fan is sitting at some bar in Athens talking about how Mark Richt and Mike Bobo should be fired.


The Atlanta Falcons also stuck with what got them there. That’s another way of saying that they played like a middle school team and made everyone in Georgia consider giving up professional football for Conference USA women’s volleyball.

But all hope is not lost for the Falcons. They play in the NFC South which happens to be the worst division in the history of sports. Here’s a look at the current standings.

1. The Carolina Panthers

2. The New Orleans Saints

3. The Atlanta Falcons

4. The 1983 Montreal Expos

Quick Hits

If Steve Smith was playing checkers with a five-year-old, Steve Smith would find a way to get into a fight. And Steve Smith would win.

I was hoping that there was a way that both teams could lose the Florida State/Notre Dame game. I think that it may have happened. By winning with Jameis Winston at quarterback, Florida State will lose in the long run after the school has to vacate all of their wins once Winston is found guilty of selling his merchandise, terrorizing young co-eds and the Kennedy assassination.

By the end of the week, the Florida Gators will fire Will Muschamp and replace him with Super Creepy Rob Lowe.

Dear Hardee’s, 

Stop using porn to sell your food. I know, I’m probably being a little loose with the word porn. But I’m also being a bit loose with the word food. Seriously, how are you still in business? Please go away before I send Steve Smith looking for you.


Until next time, happy footballing!

A Better Test Of Your Southernicity

Last weekend I took an online test that was supposed to tell me if I was a real southerner. I passed with flying colors. But I still didn’t feel good about my accomplishment. Most of the questions had to do with Elvis and Gone With the Wind. There are people who live in Iceland who know an awful lot about Elvis and Gone With the Wind but that doesn’t make them true southerners. In an effort to keep people from developing a false sense of security regarding their southernicity, I developed a better test.

1. What do you do when your cat has a whole bunch of kittens and you don’t want any of them?

a.) Contact the proper authorities and have them come and pick up the precious bundles of joy.

b.) Make a cardboard sign that reads, Free Baby Kittens, take it to a Wal-Mart parking lot on a Saturday afternoon with said “baby kittens” and sit in a folding chair next to your Pontiac. The problem should take care of itself from there.

If you answered b, you are a true southerner.

2. How would you respond to the following question. “Would you like to come over to my house this weekend? We’re having a barbecue.”

a.) “Splendid! I’ll bring the clam chowder.”

b.) “How exactly does one have a barbecue? I think I’ll pass, stay at my house and eat some barbecue.”

If you chose b, you are a true southerner.

3. Suppose that you are brewing some tea when you suddenly realize that there is no sugar in your house. Which of the following options seems most appropriate to you?

a.) No big deal. Besides, there’s probably a packet of Sweet’N Low somewhere around the house.

b.) You quickly run to Piggly Wiggly to buy a few 5 pound bags of sugar.

c.) You quickly run to Piggly Wiggly’s to buy a few 5 pound bags of sugar.

d.) No sugar in the house?! Not while I’m alive.

If you chose a, you are not a true southerner.

If you chose b, you are a true southerner.

If you chose c, you are a certified, genuine, real deal southerner.

If you chose d, you get to be the governor of the south for a week.

4. Someone asks you if you like country music. When you respond in the affirmative, they offer you four free tickets to see Luke Bryan and Rascal Flatts. How do you respond?

a.) “Splendid! I’ll bring the clam chowder.”

b.) You shake your head and walk away while mumbling something to yourself about Hank Williams never wearing skinny jeans and guy-liner.

Unless you are a girl under the age of 18 who for some reason has a passion for clam chowder, you are not a true southerner if you chose a.

5. When is it appropriate for a man to remove his hat?

a.) Whenever it quits snowing.

b.) Indoors, during prayer, during the national anthem and during a meal.

c.) Indoors, during prayer, during the national anthem, during a meal and during the playing of Free Bird.

If you answered a, you are not a true southerner.

If you answered b, you are a true southern gentleman.

If you answered c and you play your cards right, you just might get a few votes in the next presidential election.

6. Your kid comes home from school to tell you that he learned about King George. What do you say?

a.) “King George was a deeply misunderstood man. We need more like him.”

b.) “Amarillo by morning. Amarillo’s where I’ll be.”

If you answered a, you are likely employed by the NSA.

If you answered b, even if you got every other question wrong, you are a true southerner. So make yourself at home, enjoy a nice glass of sweet tea, some of King George’s music and our southern hospitality. Just don’t offer us any clam chowder or Rascal Flatts tickets or we’ll throw our hat at you.

Southern hospitality does have its limits.

The Mayor Of Houston And The Final Straw

Sometimes tyranny comes in over night. The tanks just come rolling in. Out with the old. In with the new. Just deal with it or go someplace to get reeducated.

Or worse.

That doesn’t seem to be the way that it’s working in this country. Here, tyranny has moved slower and more methodically. Conditioning takes time. No tank or middle of the night invasion can make large groups of people suddenly believe that what’s wrong is right and what’s right is terror.

So for now at least, those wishing for more power in this country have abandoned the tank. In its place they have used the television for propaganda, the classroom for indoctrination and the courtroom for bullying.

What’s happening in Houston where the mayor is demanding that pastors who oppose her Equal Rights Ordinance hand over their sermons is more than just another step along that road to ultimate tyrannical rule. It is more than just another grab by a power-hungry government.

It is the final straw.

At some point, way back when, the government managed to convince us that they do not work for us but that we in fact belong to them. As a result, more and more of our lives have been falling under government control.

Next, they came after our kids. After all, what do parents know about educating their younglings? Wouldn’t the government do a much better job? And so now we have PE teachers showing our kids how to put on condoms. Oh, and no worries if the little ones don’t listen during that particular lesson. The government will be there to dispose of the unwanted fruits of teenage passion should the need arise.

The message from the government is clear. We can take care of your kids better than you can. We can even take care of you better than you can. Just keep moving. There’s nothing to see here.

And, in large part, we have obeyed. We’ve kept moving along with one blind eye facing the real problem and an open eye on the bread and circus that surrounds us.

This has laid the ground work for the final straw – the one area that, if the government can just reach it, would allow everything else to fall into perfect tyrannical order. No tanks needed.

That one area is the church.

To be fair, it’s not all the government’s fault. We have done a pretty good job ourselves of messing things up by abandoning the good news of redemption from sin for the just kind of okay news of living a really swell life right now. But not all churches and their leaders have been going along with that. Some, in the tradition of the prophets, apostles and pastors before them, have not wavered from the truth of the gospel message. Even if it has been deemed intolerant. Even if it has gotten them called into the mayor’s office. Even if it means a visit to court.

Or worse.

That’s what’s happening in Houston. It’s not that the mayor is against religion. She may even be a very religious person. That’s not the issue. The issue is that the religion that the Bible speaks of, the pure and undefiled kind that refuses to just listen to truth but insists on living it out (James 1:27; 2:14-26), is not to the mayor’s liking.

Worship whatever god you want. Just do it my way. That’s the message that pastors are getting from downtown Houston. And it’s one that’s likely to spread around the rest of the country. But it begs the question. Which god then are we really worshiping if we do it the State’s way? The answer is clear. When we cave to the demands of an overreaching government, we can call our god whatever we wish but it is not the god of the Bible that we are worshiping. It is the god of the State.

We must not cave.

We must not allow government bullying to pull us from the truth of the gospel.

We also must not allow such bullying to keep us from loving our neighbor. Even if that neighbor wants to see us tied up in court for the rest of our lives.

Or worse.

This is the final straw.

It’s time for the church to stop playing games. We must stop trying to win the approval of tyrants (James 2:6-7). Instead, we must seek to be light in a dark world (Matthew 5:16). To a world content on living in the darkness, light can be quite painful. As we seek to lovingly live out the light of Christ, we must expect opposition. It’s part of the gig.

It’s time for us to stop trying to just entertain our kids. Games are fun. Games have their place. But, in many churches, good news has been pushed aside for good times. As a result, kids and students are passing through our doors who are ill-equipped to remain standing while those around them bow to the State (Daniel 3).

And it’s time for parents to realize that it is our responsibility, not the State’s, to raise our kids. The biggest enemy of any tyrannical institution is a family institution that does not need it for anything more than protection from enemies foreign and domestic. It’s time for us to start living like that. We don’t need government to play the role of parent. We don’t need the government to be our teacher. And we certainly don’t need the government’s gospel.

We’ve caved in before. But we can’t afford to cave in on this. It really is the final straw. While everyone else bows to the State, we must remain standing. It may cost us our livelihood.

Or worse.

So be it.

The Last Thing We Want

Does God really love you? If he does, why does he allow bad things to happen to you? Is it too much to ask for a life that is sanitized from all of the evil and suffering in this world?

Here’s a better question. It’s one that we rarely ask. What if the good that you wanted, you know, the sanitized life, was actually the worst thing for you?

Consider Michael Ham.

When he was 3-years-old, he had what appeared to be the symptoms of dehydration. He just wasn’t himself. So his parents took him to a doctor. His parents took every precaution in making sure that their son was healthy. Antibacterial soap, hand sanitizer, you name it. When Michael saw the doctor, he got more of the same. Antibiotics. No questions asked. Get well soon, kid.

Only Michael didn’t get well soon.

He almost died.

Michael’s problem wasn’t an infection. He didn’t have a virus or some rogue bacteria causing his sickness. It was quite the opposite. He didn’t have enough bacteria.

All of the hand sanitizers, antibacterial soaps and antibiotics were killing both the good and the bad bacteria in Michael’s body. And he got sick. Doctors call it CDiff.

Finally, Michael’s parents found a good doctor. This one wasn’t content with merely pumping the child full of more antibiotics. He tried something new. Something experimental. Something gross.

The doctor decided that Michael needed someone else’s stool in his body. For those of you who aren’t medically inclined, stool here refers to human waste, not the thing you sit on at the bar in your kitchen. To be blunt, Michael was overly sanitized. It was killing him. And the best thing for him at that moment was a little bit of his brother’s poop.

So that’s what he got.

And it saved his life.

Poop from his brother was the very last thing that Michael’s mom and dad wanted for their son. If you are a parent, you know that this kind of thing is the enemy. You do whatever you can to maintain proper, shall I say, stool control, among you kids. The transferral of poop is the last thing parents want among their children. But sometimes the very last thing we want is the best thing for us.

Spiritually speaking, I’m an antibacterial soap, hand sanitizer, antibiotic kind of person. I want things to be clean. I want sanitation from the evil and suffering around me. But I rarely stop to consider the possibility that having those wishes come true could be the worst thing for me. Just like in Michael’s case, they could give me a false sense of security. One where my life is so squeaky clean that I don’t sense my real need. Until it’s too late.

I lived an hour or so away from my mom right before she died. Once a week, usually on a Thursday, I would make the long drive to see her. Those Thursdays felt more like Sundays. It was like I was having church in my car. I always listened to music that made me think about Jesus. I listened to a ton of sermons, most of them dealing with the goodness of God and suffering. My mom’s sickness made my heart heavy. But something else was happening to my heart.

God was working to make me love, know and trust him more.

And I’m not the only one. Many people say that their most significant times of growth or the times that they have been the most overwhelmed by the love of God was during periods of suffering.

I don’t know why God allows drunk drivers to kill young fathers and mothers. I don’t have any detailed answers for the family wondering what to do after a cancer diagnosis. I don’t have a clue what God is doing with Ebola right now.

But here’s what I do know.

God is working.

And his work is rarely as clean as we would like for it to be.

That’s a good thing.

Because sometimes the last thing we want is the thing that’s keeping us alive.

Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped. And he said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.”

In all this Job did not sin or charge God with wrong.

Job 1:20-22 (ESV)




Something To Cheer About

You wanted to cheer. You really did. It’s just that there was no reason to cheer. Some of the other parents had reasons to cheer. Their sons made diving catches and hit long fly balls over the fence. But not yours. He just sort of hung out in right field. Picking grass. And his nose.  Ah, the joys of high school baseball.

Maybe the problem isn’t your kid’s talent, or lack thereof. Maybe it has more to do with you. What if there really is a lot to cheer for? What if you’re just looking in the wrong direction?

Your daughter won’t be earning any college scholarships for her basketball talent. She does have something better going for her. Something that will have a greater impact on her future. But she might walk away from it if she doesn’t hear you cheering. She might think that sports is all that really matters and, therefore, she doesn’t really matter.

Your daughter cares about purity. She’s far from perfect but she cares about herself. More than that, she cares what you think. That’s why, when a boy asks her out on a date, she tells him to talk to her dad first.

That’s something to cheer about.

It works the same for your little boy. He’s not the best player on his team. He spends as much time on the bench as he does in the game. And he seems okay with that. He’s much more okay with it than you are.

But something happened after the game. On the way inside for the ritual post game ice cream celebration, he holds the door open for his mother and the three people coming in after her. Later that day, when you’re unloading groceries, he asks what he can do to help.

That’s something to cheer about.

During a sporting event, most of our cheering is done from the sidelines at the top of our lungs. It may or may not be heard by our intended target. Sometimes it’s best that it is not.

The rest of life should work differently. When your ten-year-old little boy holds the door open for a stranger, he doesn’t need to hear your cheer as loud as you can. He needs you to pull him to the side and tell him what a good job he did. He needs you to tell him that what he did was what real men do.

And when your older daughter changes clothes without rolling her eyes because her mom and dad tell her that her dress will get her all kinds of attention that she doesn’t need, she needs you to celebrate that. She needs to know that you are proud. She needs to hear that her future is bright, with or without a scholarship.

By all means, when your kid scores a touchdown, cheer. Cheer as loud as you can. He has accomplished something significant and he’s on his way to becoming a real football player. Your cheers can be a small part of what helps him to get there.

Just don’t forget to cheer for what he does off the field too. Moving toward that kid in his class who everyone else is ignoring and sharing a meal with him in the cafeteria is also a significant accomplishment. He’s on his way to becoming a real man. Your cheers will be a  big part of what helps him to get there.

The Monday Morning Quarterback

We begin this week’s edition of the Monday Morning Quarterback with breaking news.

The NFL season has been cancelled. Due to the fact that they are now 5 and 1, the NFL, in conjunction with ESPN, has decided to give the Dallas Cowboys a spot in this season’s Super Bowl. The remaining games of the season will be scrimmages. Next week, the Cowboy’s game against the Giants will be the game of the week. On every network. Even HGTV. The NFL, ESPN and the United Nations are still working together to determine Dallas’ opponent in the Super Bowl. So far, the Yankees and Notre Dame are believed to be the frontrunners. I’ll keep you posted.

The next time one of my fellow Georgia fans starts talking to you about how Mark Richt should be fired, wait for him to sober up and show him a replay of Saturday’s game against Missouri. The Bulldogs were playing without Todd Gurley and they still managed to shut out a top 25 SEC opponent while scoring nearly 40 points. Saturday’s game was probably Richt’s finest accomplishment as a coach.

In case you didn’t know, Todd Gurley was suspended for selling some of his football gear. Early reports indicate that he got somewhere around $400 for his troubles. $400! I blame all of this on Todd Gurley. It’s his fault for going to a school that takes those kinds of things seriously. Had he just decided to play college football in the state of Florida or at Auburn, he’d still be playing today. Heck, he’d probably even get an extra sticker on his helmet for providing the team with extra money to cover court costs for the quarterback.

Dear Cialis,

Enough with the commercials already. Some of us are trying to watch the game with our five-year-olds and don’t really feel as though now is the time to explain the dysfunctions your product aims to treat to our little ones. 


Football Dads Everywhere

Ohio State is starting to scare me. They got beat early in the year and I thought that we wouldn’t be hearing much more out of them. But thanks to a streak of games against Elon, North Dakota Tech and Dumptruck County Industrial School for Boys the Buckeyes are starting to move back up in the top 25. Ohio State is sort of like Mitt Romney. They’ve been beaten already and despite being bad for America, they just won’t go away.

Georgia Tech lost a tough one to Duke. Tech fans shouldn’t feel bad about this one. I mean, it is Duke. There is no shame in losing to one of the more storied programs in college basketball history. Hang on a second, my wife is trying to tell me something.

It appears that I was mistaken. Georgia Tech lost to Duke in a football game. Wait just a minute. Duke has a football team? When did this happen? Georgia Tech should be ashamed of themselves.

Until next week, happy footballing!

Man, It’s Good To Be Back

Man, it’s good to be back.

A few weeks ago something attacked my website. Since then, I’ve spent somewhere around 98.2 hours on the phone with customer service representatives. A lot of them were really good and blew me away with their knowledge and friendliness. The rest are former IRS employees.

Not having a place to write has been tough. There’s been a lot going on and I’ve had a lot to say. Here’s a brief summary of some of the things I’ve missed.

1. With each passing day, The Walking Dead is ceasing to be a TV show and becoming more of a visual preparedness manual for how to survive after a catastrophe. Now I really feel out of the loop for not watching that show. On the bright side, I do own a crossbow so I’ve got that going for me.

2. I’m working on my first book. It’s going to be called Your Kid Needs Help! and it’s about parenting. When it comes out, I hope that you’ll buy a copy. Or five. Also, if you know someone famous who can write something like the following for the front cover, I would be greatly indebted to you.

“Jay Sanders is a comedic and parental genius. You really need to buy this book.” – The crossbow guy from The Walking Dead

I think that has a nice ring to it.

3. Over the past few days I’ve seen a video of a black man getting tasered by police officers for not getting out of his car and another video of a black man getting shot by a police officer for obeying a command to get back into his car. Both men’s automobiles were pulled over for the egregious act of the people inside not wearing seatbelts. Who knew that that’s what they were talking about when they told us that buckling up saves lives? I think that most police officers are good. But I also think that people should stand up and speak up about the ones who are not. Just because you happen to be a white seatbelt wearer doesn’t mean that this problem doesn’t matter.

4. I’m reading a bunch of short biographies with my son. So far, we’ve read about Bruce Lee, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln. This has led to some of the best conversations I have ever had with my son. If you are able to, try reading books with your kids and talking about them together. So far, Thomas Jefferson is my favorite president. Bruce Lee is in second place.

But I better cool it with all of the political talk.

I don’t want to get shut down again.

Man, it’s good to be back.

Is Suicide The Unpardonable Sin?

It’s always interesting to hear people talk about things in the Bible that aren’t actually in the Bible. Like that time when Moses told us that cleanliness is next to godliness. Or Jesus’ parable about Johnny beating up the devil with a fiddle. 

But there’s another statement from the Bible that isn’t actually in the Bible. And this one is much more painful.

Over the past few years, we’ve seen a lot of suicides in the news. Celebrities have killed themselves. Even pastors of large churches have done it. And it forces many people to ask a familiar question.

Will Christians who kill themselves still go to heaven? Doesn’t the Bible say that suicide is the unpardonable sin?

To be fair, the Bible does speak of what some call an unpardonable sin.

And the scribes who came down from Jerusalem were saying, “He is possessed by Beelzebul,” and “by the prince of demons he casts out the demons.” And he called them to him and said to them in parables, “How can Satan cast out Satan? If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. And if a house is divided against itself, that house will not be able to stand. And if Satan has risen up against himself and is divided, he cannot stand, but is coming to an end. But no one can enter a strong man’s house and plunder his goods, unless he first binds the strong man. Then indeed he may plunder his house.

“Truly, I say to you, all sins will be forgiven the children of man, and whatever blasphemies they utter, but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin”—for they were saying, “He has an unclean spirit.” Mark 3:22-30 (ESV)

This passage disturbs a lot of people. And it should. But the problem is that most people get disturbed for the wrong reasons. They fear that something they said about or to God 20 years ago will keep them from Heaven, even though they have repented and lived under the lordship of Christ for all of these years. Others think that Jesus is saying that suicide is the one sin that will keep people from inheriting eternal life.

To get a better grasp on this passage we need to understand that Jesus isn’t talking about one particular word or even one action that can keep us from him, as if a sin like suicide is somehow beyond the reach of the cross. Instead, Jesus is saying that it is possible for someone to reject the Holy Spirit’s call to repentance so many times that he has exhausted God’s patience and saving grace. That’s the danger the religious leaders were playing with as they continued to reject Jesus and categorize him with Satan.

God is infinite in his wisdom and power. His patience, on the other hand, does have limits. That is what Jesus is driving at in this passage.

Suicide is a sin. It is a person’s attempt to take his own life out of God’s hands, thinking that he knows better than the Sovereign Creator and Sustainer of the universe. Suicide wrecks families. It multiplies the already painful sting of death for those who are left behind.

But it is not the unpardonable sin.

Thankfully for Christians, our eternal destination is not determined by the last thing that we do here on earth. Consider the following illustration.

A married Christian man is sitting on a bench at the mall while he waits for his wife to finish shopping. He notices a woman walking by. The woman is woefully underdressed. It’s clear that her agenda that day was to draw attention to herself. And this married Christian man was more than willing to help that woman with her agenda. Rather than quickly turning away, his eyes lock in on her. Rather than seeing her as a human being in need of the gospel, he treats her like a piece of meat behind the glass at the grocery store. Without question, this man is lusting. He is breaking the seventh commandment (Exodus 20:14; Matthew 5:27-30).

And then his heart stops beating. Right there in the mall, on the bench, while his wife shops. This Christian married man dies and immediately enters the presence of God.

If you hold to another so-called biblical teaching that’s not actually in the Bible – the one that says you can lose your salvation, this man is in real trouble. We all are.

But thankfully, God keeps who he saves (Romans 8:29-39; 1 Peter 1:3-7; Luke 22:31-28; John 10:22-42; John 17:9-12). 

That’s no license to pray some kind of a sinner’s prayer and go about living as we please until we get to Heaven. That’s not genuine salvation. Saving faith is fruit-producing faith (James 2:14-26). Instead, it is a reminder of the saving and keeping grace of the Lord Jesus. It’s a reminder of his grace that is greater than all our sin. It is motivation to carry on in our fight against sin.

Christians aren’t perfect, just forgiven.

That one’s not in the Bible either. But it is true. Many times our imperfections can be quite dark. But because of what Jesus Christ did on the cross and because Jesus Christ is alive today, when imperfect Christians die and stand before their Master, they will be recognized with just one word.


How To Ruin Your Kid’s Next Sporting Event

Everyone wants to see their kid excel at something. Follow these simple steps and maybe yours will too. 

1. When your kid is moving slow, assume that he’s being lazy. And go ahead. Let him know that in front of everybody.

It could be that your kid is just trying to figure things out. Or maybe his coach didn’t want him to be running in a full sprint at that particular moment when you looked up from your Twitter feed. Nah. I’m sure he’s just a lazy slob. Yell away!

2. Blame it all on the coach.

Have long, unscheduled conferences with the coach before and after games and practices. Send him at least three e-mails a day. Question him from the sidelines. Just do whatever it takes to let that coach and everyone else within shouting distance know that he’s the reason why your fourth grader can’t dunk yet. Certainly, it couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that your kid is well, how do I put this, in the fourth grade!

3.Treat the sport as an extended daycare for you to get away from your small child.

“Now just remember, Billy. Mr. Coachy man will be your parent for the next one to three and a half hours. This is mommy time. Don’t go getting hurt now.”

4. Remember, it’s never good enough.

So your kid just hit a home run. Great! But why didn’t he do it during his last at bat? And why does he only have two home runs all year? These questions are best asked out in the open. In front of your kid. And his friends. And their parents. And the groundskeepers. You wouldn’t want your son going and getting the big head now, would you?

5. Constantly compare you kid to the best kids on his team.

Never mind the fact that all kids are different and develop at different paces. And forget about the things that your kid excels at that none of the other kids do. Just focus on the things that all of the other kids do better than your son. 

6. Question his manhood.

Remind him that real men do good at sports. You know, like all of those real men you see on TV who can’t stop doing drugs and beating up women. Real men. Manly men.

So there you have it. Simply following these six steps is sure to make your kid excel at your, I mean his favorite sport. Just don’t be surprised later on when you find out that he’s not nearly as happy as you are.