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Belly Button to Spine: The Avenue of My Life

[image error]I had spent a year of my life away from the bowels of my neighborhood gym. It wasn’t overly intentional, but one thing led to another and there I was, twenty pounds overweight. Eating like a pig didn’t help. I kept telling myself I was going to turn it around “this coming week.” This coming week took a long time to arrive.

Early this year I noticed an ad for a two-month fitness class, so I girded up my loins, signed on, and jumped in. I figured this would be my jump start on a return to my boyish figure. Man, am I out of shape!

A Pleasant Experience

Because I signed up for the 8 am sessions, I assumed my class would be made up of young mothers and maybe a couple of retirees. For once, I was correct (almost). My workout team consisted of four mothers, a trainer named Susan, and one old geezer (me). This boded well for me for two reasons. One) they were gentle with me (sort of), and Two) they embraced me as one of their own. In short, they made it a pleasant experience (or as pleasant as these sorts of things can be).

I must say, however, I had a very rude awakening during the very first session. As we were in the midst of one of our grueling exercises, Susan barked out a rather distasteful command. She yelled, “Belly button to spine!”[image error]

Please take a moment to meditate on that directive. Picture it in your mind if you will. I had joined this class because my belly button had undertaken a long journey in the opposite direction of my spine. There are several extra inches between the two that had not been there when I was eighteen. I was thoroughly offended.

If one were to work out the math, the conjoining of my belly button and spine would be roughly the equivalent of the formula for launching a human being into outer space. These things don’t just happen (at least not without a modern day miracle).

She promptly ignored it.

I immediately put forward a strong suggestion that the phrase, “belly button to spine,” never be uttered in our hearing again. Susan acknowledged my complaint and promptly ignored it. In fact, I truly believe she used it during the final eight weeks merely to taunt me repeatedly. Such is life at the fitness center.

I realize that our belly buttons cannot touch our spines. Furthermore, I suspect Susan realizes this as well. Her proposed gyrations were undoubtedly an encouragement to simply head in the proper direction. It was merely another way of saying, “Do it right.”

During his Sermon on the Mount, Jesus did the same thing. He urged us to do a lot of [image error]things he knew we’d never fully accomplish in this life. Still, he wanted us to try. He knew we’d all be better off if we did. It was his way of saying, “Belly button to spine!” Apparently, he and Susan have a lot in common.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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Taxi Drivers and the Truth of it All

 [image error]A woman and her 12-year-old son were riding in a taxi in Detroit.  It was raining and all the prostitutes were standing under awnings.  “Mom,” said the boy, “what are all those women doing?”  “They’re waiting for their husbands to get off work,” she replied.

The taxi driver turns around and says, “Geez lady, why don’t you tell him the truth?  They’re hookers, boy!  They have sex with men for money.”

The little boy’s eyes get wide and he says, “Is that true Mom?”  His mother, glaring hard at the driver, answers “Yes.”

After a few minutes, the kid asks, “Mom, if those women have babies, what happens to them?”  She said, “Most of them become taxi drivers.”

The truth doesn’t always seem desirable.

Sometimes the truth doesn’t seem all that appropriate…certainly not desirable. The woman in question here was obviously protecting her son from the truth. Occasionally, that seems like the best policy. In her case, telling a second fabrication was her way of getting back at the cabbie. Untruthful, but certainly humorous…

Periodically, we all find ourselves in such situations. We endeavor to protect others from the truth despite the fact that we hate to lie. I suspect that’s what gave rise to the old saying, “The truth hurts.” There’s no question it can be painful at times.

The eighth or ninth commandment (depending on how you number them), tells us not to bear false witness. (Exodus 20:1-17) In other words, don’t lie. It almost seems twisted that the taxi driver was in the right while the mother was doubly wrong. Go figure.

On the other hand, Scripture also warns us “there is a time to be silent and a time to speak.” (Ecclesiastes 3:7) Maybe the cab driver should have thought about that one before he opened his mouth. These things can certainly get complicated.

“The truth will set you free.”

Truth has always been a knotty subject, however. Even Pilate, when face to face with Messiah, asked the age-old question, “What is truth?” (John 18:38) He didn’t bother waiting for a reply. Maybe he should have. I, for one, would like to have heard Jesus’ answer.

Maybe the most famous statement concerning truth was averred by Jesus himself [image error]when he said, “You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32) It can easily be argued he was referring to the truth of the Gospel, but we are quick to use it in almost any other situation as well. In many of those situations, it merely becomes bad theology.

Still, it’s a very convincing argument—even when it’s taken out of context. And we love to use it, don’t we? Even folks who don’t give a whit about Scripture quote that one to their advantage.

I’m pretty sure the mother in our little story didn’t think the truth about the prostitutes was going to set her little boy free. On the other hand, I’m not so sure her statement about bastard taxi drivers was all that helpful either. It WAS funny, though.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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The New Religion: None

[image error]I remember years ago during a George Carlin routine, he told of a new religion created by Timothy Leary’s imaginary brother (who Carlin named, Really Leary). He said the main tenet of the new faith was the belief that, when you died, your soul went to a garage in Buffalo. Carlin could always crack me up. I miss him.

New religions are still popping up, of course. In April of 2016, National Geographic Magazine published an article entitled, “The World’s Newest Major Religion: No Religion.” This, of course, shouldn’t be big news to anyone who’s been paying attention. It’s been a growing phenomenon for a long time.

In the article, they state the following:

“The religiously unaffiliated, called “nones,” are growing significantly. They’re the second largest religious group in North America and most of Europe. In the United States, nones make up almost a quarter of the population. In the past decade, U.S. nones have overtaken Catholics, mainline Protestants, and all followers of non-Christian faiths.”

So the “Nones,” as they are often called, are gaining momentum. When asked on a census form, for example, “What is your religious affiliation,” their answer is a simple, “None.” They have no affiliation.

To be honest, that really doesn’t say much. It could simply mean they haven’t joined anyone or made up their mind. It can be startling, however—especially to those of us who have always had a clear affiliation in one direction or another.

[image error]It’s probably easier to understand or deal with someone who has some sort of declaration to fall back upon. If you tell me you’re an atheist, a Jew, or a Muslim, I have something to go on. If you tell me you’re a None, I’m not sure where you’re coming from.

I can understand (at least to a point) someone who doesn’t believe in any god. I think I can understand someone from a different faith experience than my own. But someone who has nothing to declare is a bit harder for me to grasp. I’ve always had some sort of affiliation. It has evolved and changed over the years, but I could always tell you what it was.

I can’t relate…

I think my biggest problem with them is simply that I can’t relate. I’m not sure, but that just might be their biggest problem with us as well. They can’t relate to the church (or the synagogue, or the atheist). Frankly, I must say that I can’t blame them. We’re not always very relatable.

A lot of handwringing is being done (at least in Christian circles) about these folks. How do we reach them? What are they looking for? And, of course, who can relate to them?

Maybe we just need to go back to being what the church was meant to be—what it was at the time of the writing of the New Testament. Then, she was a community of people who loved each other and cared about the world around them. Anyone can relate to that.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

 

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You Are Here

[image error]Virtually every time I take a trip to the mall (which isn’t very often), I have to make a quick stop at the directory. Actually, most of the time it’s not a quick stop at all. Usually, I spend more time studying the map than I do at the store when I find it. I’m okay at reading road maps, but mall maps give me a bit of trouble. I’m not exactly sure why that is.

As a matter of fact, the only saving grace I have on these shopping excursions is the arrow that says, “You Are Here.” Even those can be problematic if they’re not prominent enough. I need big, red ones that jump out at me. Those babies are really helpful.

Finding Myself

Once I see where I am, I have a lot better chance figuring out where to go. Even then, negotiating the best route is not a sure thing. I guess mall travel is not my forte.

I suppose living is a bit like that. We seem to spend a lot of time figuring out where we are in life. Along with that goes the necessity of figuring out who we are as well. I suppose that’s how we end up with phrases like, “getting in touch with yourself,” “relating to my inner child,” and “finding myself.” All these things tend to assist us in finding the big, red arrow on the map of life that says, “You Are Here.”

For me, however, there is one huge, red arrow that has helped me for a long time. There’s a passage of Scripture (John 1:12) that tells us that believing in Jesus gives us the right (authority or power) to become children of God. That is my “You Are Here” arrow. That’s the marker I need. It helps me to know who I am and where I am in life.

Navigating the Mall…Navigating Life

Granted, that doesn’t guarantee I’ll know how to navigate from there, but it’s a great starting point. Like the directory at the mall, it doesn’t assure that I’ll take the best route to my destination. Truth be told, I’ve already taken some really awkward detours along the way. I don’t doubt a few more of these deviations await me in the future as well. Like navigating the mall, living my life tends to misl[image error]ead me into a few circuitous routes. My pathway is not always as straightforward as I would like.

Fortunately, there are a lot of road signs along the way. Friends, family, neighbors, Scripture, community, circumstances, and even strangers help shed light on the roadway. While forks in the road are not always clearly marked, they always lead to an adventure that will (at the very least) steer me back to a route that will put me on the right track again.

I find comfort and confidence as one who has been given the right to become a child of God. I’m not always sure where I’m headed, but I know where to begin the journey.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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Strategic Patience

[image error] A couple days ago, I hopped into my Jeep and headed toward the gym. As I made the short jaunt, my radio was broadcasting an early morning political show. In the few moments I had from my home to the health center, I heard a brief discussion of the term “strategic patience.”

That fleeting phrase caught my ear as I rolled to my workout. As I exercised and eventually hit the steam room, it bounced around my brain (there’s a lot of empty space there for bouncing). As my day progressed, it occasionally haunted my thoughts. Strategic patience…

“A fancy term for doing nothing.”

Finally, it occurred to me that strategic patience can be a fancy term for doing nothing. In my younger days, it used to be called a “wait-and-see attitude.” At its best, it really does employ a certain amount of patience. At its worst, it’s political correctness run amok. We don’t want to do anything, so we’re going to put you off with this handy dandy, little term—strategic patience. It does have a certain ring to it.

It reminds me of a Christian man I once knew. He was extremely knowledgeable in the area of Holy Scripture. The local church recognized his expertise and asked him to teach a Sunday School class. His immediate answer was, “I’ll pray about it.”

[image error]That sounded good to everyone, so they gave him space and time to pray about it. When it came down to the deadline, they needed to have an answer. So they asked him again. His direct retort was, “I’m still praying about it.” Of course, the time for prayer had run out. They had to go in another direction.

They didn’t give up on him, however. Every year, for several years, they asked him if he would teach a Sunday School class. Every year his answer was the same—“I’ll pray about it.” He never did teach a Sunday School class.

“I’d rather not.”

He was good at strategic patience. He apparently didn’t want to give them an out and out “no.” So he used the phrase, “I’ll pray about it.” It does have a certain ring to it, does it not? He didn’t want to do anything, but he didn’t want to say, “I would rather not.”

It’s not only the politicians who “kick the can down the road.” Most of us seem to be pretty good at that tactic. We don’t want to be responsible. We don’t want the hassle. We don’t care to put in the time, the effort, or the hard work. So, we’ll opt for strategic patience. We’ll “pray” about it.

[image error]The time comes, whether in politics or spiritual matters, when we need to take a stand. I believe in prayer. I also believe in having patience. But I also believe in action. After we’ve prayed and patiently waited to see what develops and to understand certain situations as best we can, it’s time for battle.

Gird up your loins. Now is the accepted time. (2 Corinthians 6:1-2)

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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I Will Make Better Mistakes Tomorrow

[image error]Every once in awhile, I like to peruse pix of various tattoos. The artistry can be amazing, and often I’ll stumble across a real gem. Yesterday was one of those times.

The tat to which I’m referring was a simple saying. It read as follows: “I will make better mistakes tomorrow.” Stuff like that really catches my eye.

This particular one reminds me that each day is fraught with error. Even at my best, I make all kinds of mistakes (every day). A good day is when I’m able to minimize them. A mistake-free day is non-existent.

“To err is human…”

It’s no secret that mistakes are a part of everyday life. As the old saying goes, “To err is human…” I’m sure most of us do our darndest to eliminate as many of them as possible. Still, we keep proving our humanity over and over again.

The thing I like about this simple statement is the optimism and the stick-to-it-iveness it portrays. Placing it on your body in the permanent form of a tattoo is commendable (if you’re into tattoos). It says (I think) that you own up to your mistakes, you’re going to try again, and you’re going to do better next time. In my book, you can’t ask for more than that.

I’ve heard it said many times that our God is a God of second chances. That, my friends, is a gross understatement. His forgiveness is inconceivable. It’s beyond the pale. It’s off the charts (and any other cliché you can think of).

Take King David, for example. The Bible calls him a man after God’s own heart. Yet, this is the guy (if you remember the story) who saw Bathsheba (another guy’s wife) and wanted her so badly he pretty much broke all the commandments.

Think about it. All in the same story, he lusts, lies, covets, commits adultery, and murders. Did I forget anything? He gets nailed by the prophet Nathan, confesses, and proceeds to write a large part of the biggest book of the Bible (Psalms).

“To forgive, divine.”

[image error]So why didn’t such a vile guy just fade away into the forgotten chapters of history? He served the God of second chances—that’s why. His mistakes (translate, sins) were mind-boggling. Still, the Lord picked him up, forgave him, and used him and his talents for the Kingdom of God. There’s hope for me yet.

That’s where the second part of that old saying comes in. “To err is human—to forgive, divine.” Sometimes our mistakes are simply mistakes. Other times they are downright sinful. We need the forgiveness of the Almighty or there won’t be any second chance.

Once, Jesus was talking about forgiveness and Peter asked him how many times we should forgive someone, “Seven times?” Jesus said, “Seventy times seven.” (Matthew 18:21-22) I don’t think he meant for us to stop at 490. He meant for us to keep on forgiving, just like he does with us.

Thanks, Lord! I will make better mistakes tomorrow.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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Party On, Garth: Do God’s Will

I just ran across a fascinating passage among the writings of the Torah (the first five books of the Bible). There are a considerable number of laws in those books that cover everything from stoning adulterers to properly cooking beef. The book of Deuteronomy is one such book. It’s got more laws than you can shake a shepherd’s staff at. Moses wasn’t called the lawgiver for nothing.

[image error]Anyway, the passage to which I’m referring is Deuteronomy 14:22-27. It contains one of the ordinances for tithing. In case you’re not familiar with that term, it generally refers to giving ten percent of your harvest back to the Lord. A lot of people still carry on that practice, but they generally do it with money now. Not too many of us have harvests these days.

“Fermented drink, or anything you wish.”

In this particular portion of Scripture, Moses directs his people to set aside a tenth of the harvest (as well as the firstborn of the flocks and herds) for a specific reason. They are to gather at the Lord’s dwelling place and have a party. Like most good parties, this one includes eating and drinking (“cattle, sheep, wine or other fermented drink, or anything you wish”). I find the “anything you wish” part to be rather freeing.

What I find fascinating about this passage is twofold. Number one, we never hear preachers expound upon this pericope (that’s a highfalutin theological term for “piece of Scripture”). There are probably several reasons for this. What preacher wants her flock drinking up all the profits (so to speak)? There might not be enough left over to pay her salary.

Another reason could be that this passage is a rather obscure one. It gets lost in the shuffle, because there are plenty of other tithing regulations that don’t include the directive to “Party on, Garth!” If we throw this one into the mix, what would the modern day church do? We’d have a lot of fun, but we might not get very much else accomplished.

How tight were these people?

The other really fascinating part of this directive is this. It seems like God has to basically command us to party. A lot of folks look upon God as some sort of heavenly killjoy. But here he’s telling his peopl[image error]e to take the portion they’ve set aside for him and use it to boogie down. Were they so tight that they weren’t doing this on their own?

Actually, it shouldn’t be all that surprising that the heavenly Father wants his people to have a good time. One party is not going to kill us (even if it’s an expensive one). I can think of a plethora of good reasons why he’d want us to do that. Among them would be the fact that we can’t take it with us. Heaven is going to be so much better than a few parties anyway.

Scripture tells us that the angels in Heaven rejoice when a sinner repents. (Luke 15:10) As long as they’re celebrating, maybe we should too.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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My First DWI

[image error] A few days ago, I published a blog entitled How I’d Like to Die. In that posting, I mentioned a funeral I was preparing to conduct later that morning. I never followed up on that day, so now might be a good time.

As I was driving to the funeral in the gloom of that blustery day, I was doing what I usually do when traveling to such an event. I was thinking very intentionally about the Scripture passages I was going to use and what I was going to say in a few short moments. I was also very intentional about getting to the funeral home on time.

“Something caught my attention.”

As I was approaching the mortuary, something in my rear view mirror caught my attention. As I focused on this new distraction, my finely honed instincts told me the flashing blue lights were atop the vehicle of one of our local gendarmes. With cat-like reflexes, I deftly found a place to pull off and let him by to chase after the unseen perpetrator of an undoubtedly vicious crime.

Lo and behold, he also pulled off (right behind me). At that point, I looked for the fire truck or some other emergency vehicle for which he felt it necessary to clear the roadway. Much to my surprise and curiosity, none were forthcoming.

Then it hit me. I was the subject of his traffic stop. Oh, the humanity! The only thing I could think of was getting to the funeral on time. It could have been the equivalent of being late for my own funeral.

“The road to Hell…”

As it turns out, he had clocked me going 50 mph in a 35 zone. My intentions had been good (to get to the facility in plenty of time). But I got busted. He had me dead to rights. My first DWI (Driving While Intentional)…

There’s an old saying that goes, “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.” I had been intent on Scripture, intent on the homily, and intent on getting to my destination in good time. If only I had been intent on paying attention to the speed limit. Apparently, the road to funerals is paved with good intentions as well.

[image error]Interestingly enough, the police provide escorts for funeral processionals in that town. When the funeral was over, I came out to my vehicle (which was positioned right behind the hearse). Wouldn’t you know it? The same cop who pulled me over was leading the processional. I attempted to avoid eye contact. It was a tad embarrassing.

I’m not sure I’ll ever learn. As they say, I’m old enough to know better (but apparently, I don’t). When I’m intent on something else, I tend to become oblivious to things like road signs.

Once Jesus accused the Pharisees of not being able to interpret the signs of the times. (Matthew 16:3) I hope I’m a tad better at those. Signs can be important. Maybe I’ll be a little more intentional about checking those out.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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Love and Respect: A Plea for Normalcy

Once when writing about marital relations, the Apostle Paul penned these words. “…each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.” (Ephesians 5:33) While he was zeroing in on marriage at the time, his words carry great meaning far beyond the bounds of marital bliss.

[image error]Paul understood that, in order for human beings to survive with each other, it takes a bit of work. There has to be some give and take and at least a skosh of cooperation. He focuses on two words—love and respect.

Love is generally understood to be the preferred basis of all our human relationships (at least from a Biblical perspective). Jesus was as clear on this as on any topic. He left little room for doubt that love is the bottom line. When asked what the greatest commandment happened to be, he answered, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.” Then he quickly added, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” (Matthew 22:37-38) That pretty much sums it up.

“Respect is earned…”

As far as I can tell, that means we begin with a decision to love one another out of love for our Creator. From there, to form deeper relationships, we learn to respect one another as Paul indicated.

It is often said that respect is earned and cannot simply be demanded. That, of course, is true. It’s also true, however, that respect can be given without being earned. One of the hardest lessons I’ve had to learn in my sixty-seven years inhabiting this planet is to respect people because they are the pinnacle of God’s creation. Regardless of who they are, what they believe, or how they act, they’ve been made in God’s image—just like me, I might add.

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Any dictionary will tell us that respect can be as simple as showing deference to someone or something—giving them some esteem in our hierarchy of life. That action is not something we seem to be born into. It’s something we learn along the way. We begin our lives with the attitude that “the world is me.” Hopefully, we graduate at some point to the understanding that we are one of many. Furthermore, the “many” are just like me in multitudinous ways.

“How far we have fallen.”

It is incredible to me (and I’m sure to a lot of you) how far we have fallen. The lack of respect for other human beings in this world is astounding. There seems to be no more meeting of the minds, very little cursory politeness, and certainly no holding back from venomous hostility toward those who disagree with us.

I’m sure I don’t hold much sway with those who don’t hold to a Christian philosophy. If you’re not a follower of Jesus, my words probably mean nothing to you. But if you are such a follower, I implore you to return to a life that respects the humanity of others.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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Another Dave-ism: Open Mouth, Insert Foot

I was with a group of people a few days ago who were kidding me about some of the stupid (or at least, unwise) things that come out of my mouth. I have this weird habit of occasionally saying things without thinking about how they’re going to sound to someone else. I laughed along with them and said, “When I die, I’ll be remembered for some of my Dave-isms.”

[image error]The funny thing about all that is I’m usually pretty quiet. For the most part, I let others do the speaking, and I listen. For some reason, however, I will sporadically get really passionate about something and speak out. I’ve discovered the hard way that being passionate doesn’t always translate to being right. Nor does it always translate to articulating things in the manner you meant to do so.

This also applies to attempts at humor. I’m not very good at telling full-blown jokes, so I often resort to one-liners. That practice is fraught with danger. One-liners can be very funny, but they can also be grossly misunderstood. Sometimes the best one can hope for is that they will fall flat.

Vocal Faux Pas

I think I come by this trait honestly. My Dad (whose name was Deno) was famous for what we in the family call his Deno-isms. When we get together, we still quote some of his vocal faux pas. As we do, we laugh hysterically and fondly remember the circumstances in which they were spoken (or yelled).

[image error]Last Friday in my weekly e-letter (Pulpit Man @ Large), I attempted to make a humorous statement against violent protest. In so doing, I inadvertently made it sound like I was opposed to any kind of protest and that current day protestors are merely doing it for the money. Another Dave-ism.

Those who know me well know that I participate in at least two peaceful protests every year. One is the March for Life—protesting the taking of innocent, preborn lives. The other is Rolling Thunder—protesting the government’s deficiency of action when it comes to finding our military POW’s and MIA’s.

My problem is not with those who peacefully protest to bring attention to whatever cause they are espousing. It’s with those few who insert themselves to wreak havoc, violence, and destruction (sometimes even ending in loss of life).

“He paid the ultimate price.”

Christians have a long history of non-violent protest. It stems back to Jesus himself. His very life was a peaceful protest against the status quo of his day. He paid the ultimate price for it. That history reaches into our own times with people like Martin Luther King and others.

T[image error]here are, indeed, people who are mercenaries—who get paid to stir up crowds and incite aggression and hostility. These are few a far between, I believe. Still, it is they who give the rest of us a bad name.

So I urge you to march on for your cause. The more peaceful we are, the greater a statement we can make. Amen.

[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]

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