Author: Jon Gauger

How many times a day do you reach for your phone?

Surveys suggest we grab our phones between 144 and 205 times every day.

• In one study, 57%—more than half of all Americans—admitted they were addicted to their phones.

• While 54% of smartphone users report feeling more informed, 54% also report a sense of eye strain from all that screen time.

• 50% concede that checking in with their phones makes them less productive.

• Another 43% admit their phones cause them to struggle to pay attention.

• 30% say their phone use leads to anxiety. And 21% report all that phone time contributes to a sense of depression.

The problem is not just that we check our phones too often—but that we gawk at them too long. In fact, the average person spends 4 hours and 37 minutes on their phone every day. That's the equivalent of more than 1 day per week or 6 days per month. Across a year, that's approximately 70 days spent looking at a phone.

https://explodingtopics.com/blog/smartphone-usage-stats

Sadly, most of us sneak a peek at our phones while eating with our spouse, playing with our kids, or talking with our friends. And every time we do that, we communicate something we never intended to say: “My phone is more important than you. Any ping, ding, or chime is ahead of you in line.”

I'm as guilty as the next person. If an in-person conversation is running "slow," or I'm wondering if Amazon has finally delivered my package, you might catch me looking at my phone.

How could a hunk of plastic and glass hold such sway? Why can’t we/won’t we give people the thing they need the most: our undivided attention?

Lord, deliver us from being phone-wise and soul-foolish. Because when it takes away from real connection with real people, there’s nothing smart about a smartphone.

 “So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets."     -Matthew 7:12

 

Americans are starving—not so much for food, but for fame. Driven by fads and fueled by social media, we are desperately trying to “be somebody.”

The Inaugural Success Index study found that 92% of respondents believed fame and fortune come closer to society's definition of success.

In a Pew Research survey, analysts discovered that among 18–25-year-olds, even getting rich is less important than becoming famous.

After surveying a group of 1,032 sixteen-year-olds, a team of UK researchers determined that more than half had no desire to go into professions that didn’t involve being a celebrity.

But believers are different. Way different!

In Christ—and because of Christ—you are already all the somebody anybody could hope to be! If Christ is your Savior, that’s a verifiable fact.

• Ephesians 1:4 says, “He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we would be holy and blameless before Him. In love.”

• 2 Corinthians 1:21,22 declares, “Now He who establishes us with you in Christ and anointed us is God, who also sealed us and gave us the Spirit in our hearts as a pledge.”

• 2 Timothy 1:9 speaks of God “who saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace, which was granted to us in Christ Jesus from all eternity.”

There's much more! God is actively at work—on your behalf—now! Consider…

• Romans 8:26, "Now, in the same way, the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know what to pray for as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words;"

• Psalms 103:3-5, “Who pardons all your guilt, who heals all your diseases; who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with favor and compassion; who satisfies your years with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle.”

Are you tracking all this? God says of us who know Christ that He…

• Chose us

• Establishes us

• Anointed us

• Sealed us

• Saved us

• Called us

 

And if that’s not enough, He…

• Intercedes

• Pardons

• Heals

• Redeems

• Satisfies

• Renews

Bottom line: In Christ, you are all the somebody ANYBODY could hope to be! (Can I get an Amen!). So, stop trying to be a somebody, because God already made you one!

 

P.S. Shoot me an email, and I'll send you a PDF of the graphic seen below that you can use as a wallet card, bookmark, or fridge favorite. Just say, “I need the reminder!” when you email Jon.gauger@moody.edu.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s big. There’s huge. Then there’s ridiculously massive. I refer to the teddy bear Tim bought for his two girls, Ava and Emma.

Once home, the bear was an immediate hit: a friend at play, a guest at dinner, and a comfort at bedtime. It was also too big for their home, and just couldn't stay. But how to break the news to the girls?

Tim took a wise approach and assured the girls that the bear was simply relocating to his office. Better yet, they could stop by to visit whenever they wanted to. With a reluctance recalling the father in the biblical account of the prodigal, Ava and Emma watched that bear slip away from their home.

Months passed, and Tim and his wife moved to a house in the country. The girls soon begged for the bear's return, and after downsizing a few toys as a family, Mom and Dad agreed.

Not long after, Tim strapped the bear into his car's front passenger seat (it's that big) and drove home. Squealing at the sight, the girls whipped off their socks, ran outside onto the cold driveway, and grabbed that bear. They hugged him and kissed him, and brought him inside.

Ava then dressed the bear in her dad's old Brian Urlacher Jersey, a shirt she regards as a treasure. At bedtime, they got the bear a fine pillow and a fine blanket. The prodigal had returned at last (the photo shows what most regard as a smile on his face).  

You probably don’t have a prodigal bear in your life. But maybe there’s a prodigal boy. Or girl. Or grandchild. I’m not suggesting that every one of these stories has a happy ending. Nor would I minimize your agony in the story of a stuffed animal.

But with certainty, we know our Good Shepherd has never lost His fixation on lost sheep. He who declared He came “to seek and to save the lost” is still seeking and saving.

He’s still on the job. So, keep on praying—and keep on believing.

Your prodigal is on God’s heart. Still.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A sliver of trees. Barely enough to be called a forest preserve. But big enough that it stands out from the cement and asphalt landscape you see peering out the windows of your train chugging toward Chicago.

Because God has wired me to worship Him through His creation, I raise a hand and praise Him silently for the trees every time we roll by the splendor of this green scene. God must like it because He seems to jog my attention whenever I'm on the train and about to miss His handiwork.

On a recent ride, I gazed into that familiar forest, lifted my hand in praise—and saw something I didn’t think you would ever see in a copse of trees just a few miles from Chicago. One deer and then another emerged from the gray grime of not-yet-spring. The pair strutted about as if they were in a country field.

My jaw dropped—but I was alone. To my knowledge, I was the only person in the train car who saw that sight. Magic came near, but most missed it.

One passenger was sleeping, while another tried to snooze. One stared ahead sightlessly. Another buried himself in a book. An overwhelming majority were held hostage by their phones. Sadly, magic unfolded—but most missed it, seeing only the mundane.

Here’s the thing. God’s world—and yours—are drenched and dripping with His magnificent magic. It’s everywhere! The only question is, do we see these things and praise God for them? Or are they just part of the scenery we don’t see?

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 

-Ecclesiastes 3:11

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do not know whether this is a great or grim day for you. Either way, I invite you to ponder with me three things for which every believer can be thankful:

#1 You have breath to praise.

Not to be a downer, but the day is coming when you and I won't be able to praise because we will have taken our last breath. Psalm 115:17,18 soberly reminds us, "The dead do not praise the LORD, nor do any who go down into silence. But as for us, we will bless the LORD from this time and forever. Praise the LORD!"

Thankfully, the option to lift your voice, lift your hands, and praise God is entirely ours for now! You have today. You have this moment. Why not give God some praise?

 

#2 You have clothes to wear.

Etched forever in my mind is a cluster of shabbily dressed kids outside of Kathmandu in Nepal. They were seven or eight years old, squatting in the dirt, playing with not much. Because in their neighborhood, "not much" was the only thing in plentiful supply. I snapped a photo of them as we drove by. Only upon zooming in later did I notice that one kid didn't even have a pair of pants. Sadness turns two shades darker when kids—or grown kids—can't afford clothes. That's not you, is it—no clothes to wear? I didn't think so. Which means you have a great reason to give thanks.

1 Timothy 6:8 offers this perspective: “If we have food and clothing, we should be satisfied with it.”

 

#3 You have Christ to come.

They say that everyone’s going through something. And those “somethings” are often not fun. But ponder this. Even if every day of every week of every month stinks—for the rest of your life—if you know Jesus, you have a massive reason for joy. Christ is coming! Titus 2:13 says we should be “Looking for the blessed hope and the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Christ Jesus.” Heaven is your home. God is your hope. Jesus is coming!

There you have it—three thankful thoughts. Park your mind here!

Be careful how you conduct yourself. Others are watching.

As a seventeen-year-old kid, I had never lived away from home. But there I was, nervously pacing back and forth in the freshman registration line at Moody Bible Institute. Finances for that fall semester in order (thanks, Dad and Mom), I loaded my few belongings into the Culbertson Hall elevator and punched the tenth-floor button.

That’s when I met my roommate, Dave. In some ways, we were total opposites. He was a car junkie—but I didn’t even own a junker. He loved auto racing while I played the French Horn. He loved rock and roll, and I despised it. Nevertheless, we got along famously. Except when we didn’t. (It was usually me being a bit self-righteous).

Occasionally, we found ourselves taking the same class, like Personal Evangelism. Without hesitation, it was the single most formative class in my entire education at Moody. No other experience did more to launch me into orbit sharing Jesus.

Though I had many great classes with many great profs, no one did more to shape my character and walk with Jesus than my roommate. Like many dorm rooms, ours featured a desk and tall bookshelf that divided the place in half, creating a quasi-sense of privacy. Still, it wasn’t exactly one of the walls of Jericho.

Over time (okay, by sneaking a peek), I observed that no matter how long his homework took or how late the night, Dave got out his Bible and read. After that, he prayed—on his knees. Every. Single. Night.

I thought to myself, "If he can do that, so can I!" His example fueled a lifetime of daily meetings with God. Long ago, I moved my devotional time to an early morning slot. But the commitment—specifically, this idea of praying on my knees—has never left.

A few days ago, Dave returned to the Moody campus, and we picked up our conversation as if no time had passed. Good friends are like that. But great friends—they turn you to Jesus. Like Dave did.

My point? Be careful how you conduct yourself. Others are watching.

In everything set them an example by doing what is good. In your teaching show integrity, seriousness.   -Titus 2:7

That's Dave on the right: teacher, model, and friend!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Exactly 80 years ago, the newly constructed USS Orleck first splashed into the water. Too late to see action in World War II, the 390-foot-long destroyer played critical roles in the conflicts that followed.

In the Korean War, the Orleck made history by engaging a North Korean train laden with supplies intended to destroy our soldiers. Under total silence at night and without lights, the Orleck stealthily crept within firing range. Cloaked in darkness, the unsuspecting train chugged down the track only to be decimated by the U.S.S. Orleck's guns—earning the vessel a charter membership in the "Royal Order of Train Smashers." And this train attack was just one of many.

In the Vietnam War, Orleck's many missions earned her the title "Gray Ghost of the Vietnam Coast." The stories here are also colorful.

Recently, we walked the decks of the U.S.S. Orleck, now docked at the banks of Jacksonville, Florida’s St. John’s River. Only by crouching inside the massive gun mounts, running your finger along the cold fin of a torpedo, and peering out the bridge’s windows while clutching the ship’s wheel do you taste war.

But oddly, it wasn't the weapons that left the deepest impression—not the guns—but the beds.

Stepping through one of the many water-tight doors, we came to a bunk room. No one expects a destroyer to be posh, yet this was jarring. Stacked three high, the beds were jammed together so closely that you could roll across the entire room. That would be sixty uncomfortable beds parked under a garish fluorescent light.

Observing the spartan set-up, twelve-year-old Caleb commented, "Their feet would be touching the next guy's head!" His mother replied, "That's why it's called serving your country, not taking a cruise."

The same is true for those of us who claim to follow Christ. We live in a war zone, not a play zone. Our kingdom is not of this earth. Amazingly, many of us expect to be comfortable at all times, even though Scripture promises no such thing.

Quite the opposite! In 2 Timothy 2:3,4, Paul commands us, "Suffer hardship with me, as a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No soldier in active service entangles himself in the affairs of everyday life so that he may please the one who enlisted him."

Personally, I like comfort, warmth, safety, and security (not to mention a nice bed) as much as the next guy. But I must not prioritize these above my first calling—to serve. Indeed, we dare not forget that we are in the middle of a war, appointed for service in the army of a Captain who gave His life for us.

For now, you and I have been assigned a bunk.

The crown comes later.

The battle is now.

 

 

The wheels in her mind were whirling so intently you could almost hear the clicking of the gears. Emma's eyes fixated on a panel of faces at our local Wal-Mart.

“Who are these people?” the five-year-old questioned, jabbing a finger at the wall. My wife, Diana, explained that these were children who were missing from home.

"But why?" came the inevitable follow-up. "Why aren't they at home? What happened?" As we nudged our cart past the wall, Diana did her best to clarify the situation. "Some of these children ran away, but many of them were taken by someone else."

“They were?”  Emma’s face darkened, transitioning from curiosity to concern. “Who would take them? Why did they do that?” she demanded with fiery indignation as Diana nosed the cart toward the exit.

Explaining kidnapping to a five-year-old is a delicate task, but Diana did her best. Yet, as the wheels of the shopping cart clattered over the exit threshold, there were wrinkles on Emma's forehead. "I feel sad for those missing children," she told me. "Anything could happen to them. They’re just…out there!”  Her eyebrows scrunched gravely, her little hands animated with angst.

Emma’s concern was great—but mine was small. And that's when I knew a five-year-old had schooled me.

What’s wrong with me? What is so wrong with my heart that I can pass by those same faces—yet not see them? How can I walk by a wall of images of real kids with real stories and real families experiencing real agony—and feel so little?

Lord, deliver me—deliver all of us—from a hard heart. And would you please bring those lost children home?

Vindicate the weak and fatherless. Do justice to the afflicted and destitute. Rescue the weak and needy. Save them from the hand of the wicked.

Psalms 82:3,4

 

P.S. Learn more at The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

https://www.missingkids.org/footer/about

 

Image by Лечение наркомании from Pixabay

Even if you love winter, it comes at a high price. Living in one of the cold states, you see the color palette narrow dramatically to a few shades of tan or brown and not much else.

Now, I can live without the bombastic reds, yellows, and pinks that come with spring and summer. But the near-total disappearance of green is a loss I do not take lightly.

So, imagine my delight when a recent morning walk on a favorite trail revealed an unexpected tuft of green. Green, in the middle of winter!

Did you know that the human eye can detect more shades of green than any other color? Going for a walk in the green has been proven to reduce stress, improve mood, increase creativity, and enhance cognitive functioning. No wonder my wife and I love camping!

Against all odds, lacking any typical explanation, the little tuft on the trail is alive, thriving, and—best of all—green. Determined and defiant, its presence makes a joyful statement in an otherwise silent landscape.

It got me thinking. Isn't this the kind of Christian you want to be—alive, growing, and green—even in winter?

If you Google “Why do green plants turn brown?” some top answers include a lack of water and nutrient deficiency. That has to be true spiritually, as well. You’ll notice Psalm 23 assures us the Good Shepherd makes us lie down in green pastures, not brown ones. But staying green spiritually–that's up to us.

David reveals the secret in Psalm 1:2. The evergreen believer delights “in the Law of the LORD, and on His Law he meditates day and night.”

The pay-off for that right kind of delighting? Verse 3 promises, “He will be like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does, he prospers.”

We can’t prevent winter. But we can prevent withering. It begins with a choice to fill your day with moments of simple meditation on the Word of God.

Hope your day’s a green one!

I despise parking meters.

It’s bad enough that you must sometimes “fight” to find a parking spot. But to then be forced to pay for it? That's like chewing chalk.

Not only do you have to pay to park at the train station in our town, but the meters are also often broken! A trio of them stand in tight formation, metallic sentries outside the station’s doors. Yet if soldiers, they are a wounded platoon.

One often struggles to take dollar bills. Another’s credit card reader is usually inoperative. And typically, at least one of them will not take quarters. Today, the machine took my dollars but refused to print a receipt.

Attempting to be a responsible citizen, I have politely reported these outages to our city. Many times. Yet it makes no difference. During a recent phone call, I was passed back and forth between our police department and City Hall administrators—each claiming the other was responsible.

When I finally spoke to someone willing to write down the details, I mentioned the many times I’d called and the complete lack of response I’d experienced. May I further confess that my tone was less than kind or gracious? Before the phone call ended, I felt the pointed prompt of the Holy Spirit and ended up apologizing.

My conduct was far from the Psalm 34:1 sermon I'd recently preached: "I will bless the Lord at all times. His praise shall continually be in my mouth." There was no praise at all—only whining and condemnation.

The conversation reminded me of James 3:10: "From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so."

Now, I didn't curse. There was no profanity or shouting or anything that ugly. Still, my attitude and tone were wrong. And “these things ought not to be so.”

How much better to quietly acknowledge that we are broken people living in a broken world and that the only wholeness we can expect is in our connectedness to Christ?

I don’t know what’s broken in your world, but I guarantee there’s something. It turns and churns and burns your peace. But I’m hoping you’ll choose better than I did.

I dare you to "bless the Lord at all times." Let His praise be continually in your mouth. Doing so won't fix broken parking meters. But it will prevent broken relationships—and broken praise!