The Benefits of Positive Thinking

Norman Vincent Peale, and latterly Robert Schuller, are the purveyors of Positive Thinking. If positive thinking is the sure way to get what you want, then Schuller practiced the art well. His Crystal Palace is bankrupt, but its programs provided him a financial legacy that ensured his limos still have drivers.

This is just as well, as he needs his limos to ferry charity to his wife Arvella, who is sick with pneumonia. He has requested his parishioners to provide dinners “low in sodium and [to] include items such as fruit, meat, soup and eggs,” over the next three to four weeks. The limos will collect the donations and deliver them to his home.

Unfortunately, Jesus and Paul did not have enough positive faith to ensure their well-being to the same level as Schuller. Alternatively, perhaps their positive thinking was for something else, certainly for something less! If so, how does Schuller’s positive thinking vary from theirs?

John Stott lived simply. His cottage, where he wrote most of his 90 books, did not have electricity until about 2005. He wrote by oil lamp. He said, while he found Paul appealing, he found Peale appalling. Do you find Schuller shrewd or shifty?

Read the story and judge for yourself!

http://www.ocregister.com/news/schullers-325273-meals-church.html

Heaven Can't Wait

For a large minority of westerners, this—our current sojourn on planet earth—is all there is. Perhaps their mantra should be: “Life is hard, then you die.” No “pie in the sky when you die” for these folks! The idea of oblivion after expiration is their comfort, for we all fear judgment.

The idea of no final court denies any of us real justice. We are all aware of the rough justice, mostly no justice, this world affords. For disbelievers in life beyond death, this is the best we’ll get. Little motivation for compromise on the road to personal glory if there’s no reward.

All this leads to the idea of hell as well as heaven if there is to be any final, real and lasting justice. But only half of those who believe in heaven also believe in hell. An interesting concept, that we will all make heaven on our own terms if there is no hell! Not much improvement over this life!

It seems to me experience on earth should warn us there is both heaven and hell. After all, some already live in one, many in the other; clear evidence that we live in the overlap of two worlds—good and evil, or adjusting the spelling a little, God and the Devil.

Not only is the concept of heaven and hell available to us, we actually experience the balm and blasts of both. Any future heaven and hell are simply the two being untangled leaving us in one or the other according to our choice.

If we are honest, both places already reside within us; we fail in what we desire, and do what we despise. Life is full of addictions beyond the obvious, all symbols of the evil that binds us. If we wish to be free, Christ has provided the way; heaven can be our choice.

So hell is simply the heaven of those whose goodness is good enough. Because a repeat of this earth, but without the ameliorating presence of God, is all that remains once heaven is isolated from hell. Light, truth, justice, love, and joy, characterize heaven; hell retains all the opposites.

Air Carrier Miscarriage

The flyer was left open on the table; the Cinnibuns looked good, only $3.00 for six, most tempting. But I had other immediate business: Flights to Montreal to be there for our grandchild’s birth. But while I’m searching fares, why not check flights to England from there; we’re already half way to England from Alberta.

Was my computer kidding me? Return flights to dear old Blighty for $279.00 round trip? Never seen prices like that for the forty six years we had been in Canada. I dutifully filled in dates for two adults—$558.00 for two. Celebrate later with those Cinnibuns! The webpage crunched the numbers.

In large gay red numbers it announced the result: A total of $1,697.24! I searched the page. Yes, there in small blue print it noted “taxes.” I clicked on it. A separate page opened and detailed the following list per person.

Security charge                       25.91

GST                                        1.25

Quebec sales tax                      2.23

Airport Improvement fee           25.00

Air passenger duty, UK             98.60

Passenger service charge, UK    56.63

Fuel surcharge                       344.00

Insurance and security              16.00

Total taxes for two persons added up to $1,139.24—twice the advertised fare. “Not fair,” I muttered. Now, the celebration with the Cinnibuns would shift to consolation—a coping mechanism. Ann had the car. I’d need a taxi into town to pick up those buns. I called Trusty Taxi, reputedly the cheapest in town.

“Wait for me,” I asked the driver, I’ll only be a minute.” The stack of brightly coloured boxes advertising their contents were stacked in prominent display. A steal at fifty cents each. I pulled out a $5.00 bill to pay for them.

“That’ll be $17.67,” the teller said in his friendliest manner.

“Pardon me?” I asked.

“$17.67,” he responded gaily.

“But they’re advertised at $3.00,” I countered.

“Of course, but there is a $2.00 charge for the box, and 1.00 for its colour printing.” He checked the till ticket occasionally for prompting. “You picked up a box of cream Cinnibuns—an extra $2.00. There is a $6.00 fuel surcharge to get the buns here, and a $2.96 administration fee—I have to be paid,” he added accusingly.

He continued. “Then there’s the GST and a $1.50 shop improvement fee—you want a clean store, don’t you? But,” he added brightly, “there’s no sales tax in Alberta,” as though that justified the excess charges.

I looked at my five dollar bill. He looked at my five dollar bill. I stuffed it back in my wallet and dragged out my MasterCard.

I sank into the back seat of the taxi, deriving what comfort I could from my Trusty Taxi. It was short lived. Back home the meter showed $45.00. The driver turned to me.

“That’ll be $175.00,” he stated matter-of-factly.

My shocked expression sparked the first salvo. Apparently, the car didn’t run on condensed air, so the need for a fuel surcharge, etc., etc. I listened to the same lame litany I’d just heard from the store clerk. My MasterCard again contributed unwillingly to this largesse.

I carried my precious cargo indoors and opened the box. Most of the cream crowning the Cinnibuns had migrated to the underside of the lid. Their emaciated appearance reflected my mood and MasterCard. I made coffee and cut a bun out of the box. This was no celebration, not even consolation. This was a funeral tea for a stillborn trip to England.

Thanksgiving Turkey: The Main Attraction?

This headline caught my attention. Is this the heart of Thanksgiving? Just a chance to nosh up on the good stuff? An “eat drink and be merry” event with nary a glance in our Provider’s direction.

To be fair, that article turned out to be a recipe for the meal, not a commentary on the holiday! But the title reflects a common purpose for this and other “holy”days.

Too many miss the deep significance of this and other sacred times to stop a while and strengthen our lives in Him. Romans 1:21 reminds us that lack of thankfulness to God leads to futility and darkness of the heart. 

 

It has always struck me that lack of gratitude is the flip-side of selfishness that is eventually self-defeating. An assumed right to a level of prosperity has led to riots and strikes in Europe that only deepens the financial crisis they protest. That anger displaces any thankfulness for those comforts they have; for even the meagre resources of some.

During the last century, a Christian ethic of hard work to rebuild nations after two devastating world wars fostered a growing and stable prosperity. In this century, an increasing sense of entitlement has shifted that prosperity to a rickety foundation of credit. Consistently living beyond our means has created a financial bubble of personal and national debt that threatens disaster across the planet.

Thanksgiving is a opportunity for us to reverse that trend, and begin to rebuild for a stable future. A mounting gratitude to God for all He provides, and appreciation of what we have, can work against the desire to acquire that plagues our culture. And godliness with contentment is great gain.