Are You a Threat?

There's a story in the bible about seven dudes who are called the sons of Sceva.  According to the story Sceva was a Jewish chief priest, and his sons seemed to be attempting to impress him by casting out a demon.  The story is found in Acts 19:11-16, and takes place during Paul's ministry.  We are told that it was well known that Paul was doing some pretty intense stuff.  Miracles like casting out demons and healing were happening regularly.

Because Paul did such, "cool" and, "impressive" things, and because he talked about Jesus, it looks like the Sons of Sceva put two and two together: Paul talks a lot about Jesus and he does miracles like casting out demons, therefore in order to cast out a demon we must have to mention Jesus.  So that's what they did.

The story goes that the Seven Sons of Sceva approached a man who was demon-possessed, and addressed the demon, saying these words: "I command you by the Jesus whom Paul preaches to come out!".  Different versions arrange the words differently from time to time, but the idea and command is the same.  The demon, in what I imagine was a terrifyingly confident and mocking voice, replied with this: "Jesus I know, and Paul I recognize--but who are you?" The story then tells us that he leaped upon them, and beat the living daylights out of all seven of them.  All seven.  The bible literally says they ran out of that house, "naked and wounded".

Whenever I used to read this story, or heard pastors talk about it, the focus always seemed to be on the method.  Everyone always seems to bash the Sons of Sceva for not knowing how to properly perform an exorcism, or for not having enough confidence, authority, and faith in Christ.  Up until recently I believed that this stuff really was the root of the problem, and spent my life living in fear that if I ever came across someone who was demon-possessed I might not have the confidence, authority, or know-how to, 'scare away' the demon.

But is that really the issue with the Sons of Sceva?  Were they really just not schooled enough in the, "Art of exorcism"?

About a month ago I was reading a book called Love Does by a man named Bob Goff(excellent read, highly recommend it).  In one of the chapters he very briefly mentions the Sons of Sceva, and alludes to the fact that he thinks the root of the problem is exactly what the demon said: it had no idea who they were.

They had done nothing for the enemy to take notice of.

Christians talk a lot about Spiritual Warfare.  And we do it in a lot of big words.  We make it sound like a very complex, intense, CRAZY thing that only happens when we are praying for people who are demon-possessed, or when we hear about huge catastrophes happening around the world.  Or, we just straight up say its only happening between the angels and demons, and that we have nothing to do with it except that we're the prize they're all fighting for.  While I do not at all refute the fact that so much of spiritual warfare takes place where we can not see it, and that it is indeed happening when exorcisms are performed or when children are being slaughtered by ISIS, I don't think this war is only happening when it is plainly visible.  And I don't think that any human at any point in time is just a bystander.  If anything, those catastrophes and exorcisms are skirmishes and diversions that result from the main part of the war: Everyday life.

Every single day we are faced with decisions.  Every single day we have opportunities to speak words of either love, hate, or indifference(which, for anyone who has been ignored or treated as irrelevant, can be just as bad--if not worse--than words of hate) to each and every person we interact with whether it's a coffee barista, a co-worker, our kids, or our spouse.  Each decision and word takes a step in one of two directions: the direction of the enemy, or the direction of God and His love.  There is no in between.  I think this is one of the reasons that Jesus has such a hard time with people who are, "Luke-warm"(Revelations 3:14-21). 

If Satan and his demons are as real and evil as we claim to believe they are, then we can be sure of the fact that they are an army hell-bent(no pun intended) on the complete obliteration of all love and goodness, and they most definitely communicate with each other.  And if Satan is as cunning and smart as the bible claims him to be, then you can be sure he makes it a priority to identify his biggest threats in the war.  I'm sure that list has plenty of exorcists on it, and no doubt there are more than a few pastors on there.  But do you know who I think makes the top of that list?  Loving mothers and fathers.  Nurses who work extra hard just to make sure their patients are comfortable AND getting healed.  People who go out of their own way to be kind, gentle, patient, giving, and loving.  People who live a lifestyle that stems from--and, as a result, proclaims--love.  These people won't be found seeking out demons to exorcise or arguing with athiests.  They'll be found in their kitchens making meals for friends who are low on income.  They'll be seen having actual conversations with the homeless guy on the corner that everyone else just throws money at or ignores.  They'll be overheard laughing with people, crying with people, and singing with people.  They are the real threats to Satan's battle strategy: they are the ones who make conscious decisions every day to love people.

Now, if someone like that did come across a demon-possessed person, I can't say for sure whether or not the demon would listen to them.  Honestly I can't.  There's a lot about exorcisms, demons, and the spiritual side of things that I truly DON'T know.  But I'd be willing to bet quite a lot of money that the demon would at least recognize who that person is, and it would probably be feeling anxious.

The issue with the Sons of Sceva wasn't that they, "did it wrong".  The issue is that they weren't a threat.  They didn't live lives that were concerning to the enemy or disastrous to his plans.  He wasn't worried about them, and he certainly wasn't afraid of them.

The title of this post has become a question that I now try to integrate into my life and ask myself every single day: Are you a threat?  Are you a living, loving, frustrating threat?

Letter to The Government

So a while ago I wrote a letter to the government that accompanied a bill that had to be paid.  According to my bank account, the CRA received our payment over a week ago, but we still haven't had the pleasure of finding a letter of reply in our mailbox.  I have a great fear that this letter never made it past the eyes of whoever opens mail at the CRA, or even that the letter was thrown out upon seeing that it was of no monetary value to the government.  Because of this fear I have posted the letter here on the internet, in hopes that someday it might reach the eyes it was intended for. 

In the meantime, feel free to give it a read!
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To Whom it May Concern,

Hi there.  I apologize if you are reading this as an everyday labor man/woman whose job is simply to open letters and pass them on to the right person or file them or deposit the checks sent in or whatever.  This letter is not meant for you, though you are more than welcome to read it and even get a good chuckle from it as well—if they let you do that kind of thing in big important government offices. 

If you are the sort of person this letter is intended for—the kind who wears fancy suits and talks about the sorts of things educated people talk about—please do not be offended by any of the above comments.  I do not write this letter to attack you.

As a matter of fact, I am beginning to realize that I have simply written this letter to make you laugh.  In all honesty my original intentions were to be quite rude and belligerent about owing the government money that they shouldn’t have given me in the first place, but as I sat down to write I’m pretty sure I heard a twinkle shoot from my eye and a smile crack my lips.  Why?  The hell if I know. 

But I digress.

You probably want to know what in the world this letter is about and whether it’s worth your time to continue reading.  I can assure you that it probably isn’t in the grand scheme of things, but I imagine you’re usually reading normal, boring, regular government things all day or doing math or something.  So perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing to take a five to ten minute break and continue reading.  Or two minutes.  Maybe you’re a better reader than I assume.  Sorry about that.  Maybe you hate reading and by just sending you this letter I have offended you.  How un-Canadian of me(though may I suggest that if you hate reading you should really look at getting a different job…I mean…you DO work for the government...not exactly a position to be found void of tasks that involve reading). 

As I was saying, we’d all love to know what the point of this letter is, and why I’ve used several precious sheets of paper to get it to you.  Though if we want to talk about a wasteful use of paper, we should probably talk about you(damn, what a good segue!  You’ll see what I mean in a moment).  But in order to talk about you, we’ll have to start at the beginning of the story…

My wife and I were married in July of 2013 at the very irresponsible ages of twenty and twenty-one.  It was an exciting time full of joy, laughter, and adventures in obtaining a marriage certificate—license—permit—thing.  Because we were—and are—so irresponsible, we both decided to be in university and college at the same time as being newly married.  This actually turned out to be an advantage because we got plenty of OSAP grants.  In order to get those grants, however, we needed proof that we were married.  In order to prove that we were married, we needed our marriage certificate-license-permit.  We were told it would take six weeks to arrive in the mail, to which we both irresponsibly—and somewhat ignorantly—replied, “No big deal!”

Our marriage thing finally arrived in the mail sometime in October of 2013.  The key thing to remember is that we were married in July of 2013, and we were told it would arrive in six weeks.  Another key piece of knowledge is this: had my darling wife not paid a visit to our local MPP(whose name is The Honorable Liz Sandals by the way.  Super helpful lady.  She is awesome) we would probably still be waiting!

Now, what does this have to do with an employee of the CRA?  Excellent question!  You get ten points.  Points can be redeemed at the home of my wife and I at any time.  They are redeemable in the form of food, drink, and laughter.  It’s a three in one combo.  And no I’m not kidding.  We live at the address listed above.  Basement apartment.  Side entrance.  If you need help with directions my number is ________________.  It would also be nice if you called ahead to let us know you’re coming.

Moving on.

After all the work of signing roughly ten separate documents,—some in the church where we were married, some at home—sending off an envelope to an office in good ole T’under Bay, and then talking directly to officers of government to get the process sped up and fully legalized, you would think that someone from the Office of the Registrar General would mention to someone in the CRA that Jessica Joy Liggins was now Jessica Joy Golle, and that they need to stop sending her HST returns because only one person per marriage can get those.  But, lo and behold it did not happen!  And come tax season my wife and I received several letters informing us of several cringe-inducing sums of money that our irresponsible selves owed to the very responsible and professional government.  To most, it would be a small amount of money.  But like I said, we are an irresponsible newly married couple of students who sometimes wonder if we’ll make the rent. 

But that’s not why I’m writing this letter.  That part doesn’t bother me.  I expect the government not to care about how responsible or irresponsible my wife and I might be, and I expect the government to take relatively unreasonable amounts of money from people—no offense…you just have a bit of a track record with…everyone.

What bothers me is this: my wife’s tax return resulted in her owing money to the government.  Fine.  My tax return resulted in the government owing ME money.  AWESOME!  We filed our returns at the same time, and I sent no letters reminding the government to make sure they sent me my money.  Not even once a month.  I trusted that, although they are notorious for finding ways to tax you at every turn, the government honors their debts when they have them.  And you did!  For that I thank you.

Then there is the story of my wife’s return(this is where you get to see the segue about paper).  Almost every two weeks since we have filed our returns, we have received an individual letter for each amount owing to the government.  There were three amounts.  As of last week, there is now one. 

As previously stated, I am not bothered by owing the government money; I expect it to happen.  But when it is a struggle to find the funds to pay the amounts off before they collect an amount of interest equal to the original balance, and when the government takes sweet, precious time in paying me what I am owed by them, I find it agitating to receive a letter every few weeks reminding me that I owe our trusted government money.  Believe it or not, I only need you to send me one remittance voucher.  The rest got torn up and thrown in the recycling.

You may or may not be familiar with one of the most unanswered and over-posed questions in the galaxy.  There has even been a movie titled after it.  It is uttered on almost every corner of the continent by many a disgruntled and uncomfortable child.  It is groaned, moaned, whined, yelped, mumbled and screamed.  And the reply of every parent is almost always accompanied by a long and irritated sigh.  The question, as you may have guessed, is this:  “Are we there yet?”

I am writing this letter because I feel much akin to the sighing, steering-wheel clenching, teeth-gritting parent, who is doing all in their power to simply not explode every time the question is posed—which is, as previously stated, about every two weeks.  It is with great relief that I am pulling the vehicle to a halt at our destination and replying to the question with a bedraggled, “We’re there.”

Along with this letter I have sent the final payment, and hope to receive no more letters until next tax season, at which time my wife and I will probably be even more irresponsible and have less to show for it.

As I said earlier on, dear reader, I wrote this letter to help you laugh in the midst of a busy schedule and no more.  I understand the world is not perfect, and not everyone sets out to make payments upon receiving the first letter.  But I sincerely hope you did laugh, and if not then I sincerely hope you get a better sense of humor.  And if neither of those then I sincerely hope you breathe a sigh of relief with me for a moment as we can both say, “We’re here!” (the wording of that is different because it’s a metaphor for life…in case you didn’t catch it…ok I’m done now).

With all sincerity and the greatest of loves,

Isaac James Golle