I remember my marriage vows so vividly:
For better or for worse,
for richer or for poorer,
as long as we are able to grow together as a couple.

When I made my marriage vow, I recall thinking this statement, “as long as we are able to grow together as a couple,” contradicted “for better or for worse.” I mean, what could be worse than no longer growing together as a couple? Certainly none of these:

  • you learn that your spouse has had a second family since before you were married to each other
  • your spouse is diagnosed with cancer, Parkinson’s, and Alzheimer’s, all at the same time
  • your spouse announces he or she is transgender

No, certainly none of those rises to the level of a couple’s no longer being able to grow together. This realization finally allows me to grasp why Bill and Melinda Gates need to end their marriage.

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For a long time, Bill Gates was nothing more to me than a curiosity—what he accomplished with software, how he was one of the world’s most successful businessmen. Wow! He came off as a geek, with his always-tousled hair and a voice that sounded as if he were stuck in the final months of puberty. When he married, I thought Melinda must be an amazing woman to take him on.

Then, I began listening to him. And two years ago watched the Netflix series, Inside Bill’s Brain, where I also got to know Melinda. And I heard another extensive interview with her. And both of them impressed me as smart and wise, kind and generous, thoughtful and nice.

I liked them. I thought it would be splendid to live next door to them, to hang with them, to work with them. I thought that we need to listen to them, to emulate them, to have a lot more rich Americans follow their lead in working on causes that affect the entire world, and to put their money where their concerns are.

I admired Bill and Melinda Gates. I do not admire this—this reason they’ve given for ending their marriage.

I do not understand this: “We no longer believe we can grow together as a couple in the next phase of our lives.” What on earth might either of them have in store for the next phase of her or his life that they cannot grow together in it? Is Bill intending to chuck everything he’s ever done and focus on his model train collection? Does Melinda have in mind to spend all of her time trying to find where pi finally begins repeating itself?

Is this it—that neither respects the life move the other is going to take, so they simply must part?

This reason for their ending a marriage that appeared to we Americans—okay, to this American—to be a union that was built on love and respect, sounds like two people who are not trying very hard. And these are people who’ve always shown me they try very hard.

Hey, Bill, if I’m not getting it, please explain. Melinda, I don’t mean to offend, but could you please provide some insight? I need more. So much more. Did you do a lousy job of explaining, so that I don’t get it? Or am I simply being dull about it?

I’m hurting over this. I am surprised at how deeply I am hurting over the end of the Gates’s marriage. If, after twenty-seven years, and a mountain range of success, this couple cannot make it till death parts them, what hope does the average American couple have?

If Bill and Melinda Gates can’t make it—this couple, who has every resource at their disposal, and a thousand times could purchase everything they need so that they might succeed and still have money left to buy ice cream for everyone—if they can’t make it, if they can’t find the strength, the savvy, the caring—the love—to stick it out, to show the rest of us what it means to vow for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, and then to actually live the vow . . .

There are a lot of concerning things going on in our nation. For me, they all begin with people hunkering down and giving their all to each other—whether its fighting the pandemic, or making equitable laws, or respecting people of every color and creed and culture. If a rich and powerful couple cannot hunker down and give their all to each other . . .

Since we can’t give up, I guess we just have to show them. Let’s live the spirit of Todd Beamer on 9/11, who encouraged the others on the jet over Pennsylvania with “Let’s roll!” because it was better to die fighting than simply to die.

In 2013, when I presented my Julie with as big a thing as a couple will face, her reaction was to say, “Let’s roll!” Her actual words were, “We’ll figure this out.”

And we did. Together.

Together, Bill and Melinda, because that’s what “for better or for worse” means.

Sautéed veggie delight!

You know you should eat more vegetables. You want to eat more vegetables. Why don’t you eat more vegetables?

Is it because your veggie dishes are mundane? Some steamed broccoli here. A can of corn tossed into the microwave there. When you have time to fuss, a green bean casserole.

From my recent “Don’t fear lasagna!” post: the sautéed vegetables on my granddaughter’s plate. Note how there are as many veggies as there is lasagna. It’s because they’re so delicious!

Two years ago, I found myself scratching my head over how to use all of the green beans from my garden that I’d labored to clean and cut and freeze. I don’t want to wear out Julie and me with vegetable soup—and we love vegetable soup! While we enjoy steamed veggies—broccoli and cauliflower are our go-to’s—fresh-frozen green beans aren’t well served this way. And Julie isn’t much for green bean casserole.

I also roast vegetables—I add carrots to the ubiquitous broccoli and cauliflower—but wasn’t sure how frozen green beans would perform that way.

Finally, I did what we do in this house. I googed the quest. I found a recipe for sautéed green beans and corn, seasoned with basil. I was intrigued by the recipe calling for them to be cooked in a combination of equal parts butter and oil.

I already knew that it is problematic to fry only in butter, because it burns easily. I liked the idea of combining oil and butter. I was curious how this would go.

I use a non-stick pan, so I start and remain on low heat. We like veggies that will caramelize—think onions and carrots—and others to brown. That first time I made the beans and corn, it took an hour to get a good portion of them browned.

Non-stick pans are easily damaged by high heat. Start low and stay low. Does it take a bit longer to heat the pan? Yup, but only a few minutes. It’s worth the brief wait.

We loved the green beans and corn. The next time I made them, I added shaved onions and carrots. Another hit! Soon, I was sautéing whatever we had on hand. The following photos are from my most recent pan-fry: onions, asparagus, carrots, broccoli, and cauliflower.

This plate of veggies . . .

We have a chipped dinner plate that we no longer use for eating, so I make use of it in when cooking. Covering it with veggies, I happened onto determining how many neatly fit our pan. It’s not exactly on the level of how super glue was created, but it sure stuck for me.

. . . nicely filled this pan.

Before getting that far, I get started with the items that will caramelize:

I grew and dried my own basil last year—not to mention parsley and oregano.

I give those about ten minutes, then toss on the rest of the vegetables. Because they heap in the pan, with many not touching the surface, I place a lid until the veggies soften.

Season them how you like. Sometimes, I use only basil. Often, I add salt and pepper. Occasionally, I’ll give a good sprinkling of garlic powder.

It takes perhaps fifteen minutes to soften the vegetables. I then remove the lid and stir everything. I continue stirring every five to ten minutes, striving to get most of the veggies onto the pan surface so they can brown.

The total time—from when I turn on the heat until the vegetables are done—takes at least an hour, and as much as ninety minutes.

Here’s the finished product of my latest batch:

If you look closely, some of the carrots and asparagus are extra crispy. I didn’t turn over the veggies quickly enough early on. Thankfully, they were still delicious!

With steaming vegetables, there is a narrow window of time when they are done just right. Leave them too long, and they turn to mush. Not so with sautéing them. There’s loads of leeway, so you can get them where you like them—from cooked but not brown, to nicely browned, to browned and caramelized and crunchy!

Bon veggietit!

Eilers Pizza: 6th anniversary

April 18, 2015: I was ten months into my retirement from the ministry. Itching to find my way to a new career, I began this blog. I loved writing and had lots of stories to tell. Before the blog was two weeks old, I would be telling my biggest story https://eilerspizza.wordpress.com/2015/04/29/who-am-i/, which opened the door to my being published in Indianapolis Monthly magazine (https://www.indianapolismonthly.com/longform/therealme) and then to my publishing my first two books: A Roller Coaster Through a Hurricane and Ministering to Transgender Christians.

Here’s the post that started it all. It’s a favorite story from my youth, and the rare one where I wasn’t the kid causing the trouble.

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Burning down the dump

It was the mid-70s, probably the summer that my youngest brother, Mark, was twelve. One evening, he and his same-aged friend, Bruce Bellinger, headed to a preferred place for play: the dump.

The dump was one block over and one block down, in a field, at the end of a short two-track path. It was loaded with items that were dream-finds for any young boy—not to mention a good place for some deeply desired devilry.

D = dump. F = Flahive’s. E = our house. B = Bellinger’s.

Upon arriving as tandem riders on Bruce’s one-person bike, that evening’s mischief came in the form of a full pack of matches that someone left behind. With some dry leaves conveniently collected against the junk, the boys lit the entire pack at once in the leaves. Up into huge flames went the leaves, fulfilling their dream . . . then up went the dump, igniting their nightmare.

Scared, um, witless, they leaped onto Bruce’s bike and high-tailed it out of there. To their chagrin, Mr. Flahive, who lived across the street from the dump, was in his front lawn. He put the scenario together in a flash and headed inside to call the fire department, then to his car.

Mark and Bruce sped one block up and one block over, past our house and on to Bruce’s, which was one more block over. Stopping in the yard, they didn’t have time to hatch a plan before two things happened: Montague’s fire siren screamed and Mr. Flahive came driving by.

“You boys set the dump on fire!” he blared, and kept on driving. Mr. Flahive was a wise man, who knew our parents, and he likely figured that since the boys knew that he knew, they would confess to their folks. Mark and Bruce were not total nitwits; they headed out to do just that.

When Mark arrived home, Mom was across the street at her frequent haunt, Kathy Sobers. Dad was in his own frequent haunt, our garage. This arrangement of our parents might have saved Mark’s life.

Still scared, um, witless, Mark entered the garage. He mustered his confession: “Dad, those sirens going off? Bruce and I just burned down the dump.”

Who knows if it were the sincerity of his confession, or if Dad just wanted to get on with whatever project he was into, or the hand of God working a modern-day miracle, but Dad’s reaction was the answer to a frightened kid’s contrite cry: “Just don’t do it again.”

Just don’t do it again? Are you kidding, Dad? If Mom were home, it would have been, “You did what?” Whack! “What were you thinking?” Whack! “Didn’t I teach you not to play with matches?” Whack! Whack! “When are you going to start using your head, the way I taught you?” Whack! Whack! WHACK!

Mom was the one who meted out the punishment, who often said that Dad was too easy on us. Still, Mark heard Dad’s words and waited for more. No more was to come. He had avoided the noose. He quickly agreed with Dad’s summation, “Okay,” and ran for freedom.

What of Mom finding out? For the sake of Mark’s hide, she would not hear his confession until the statute of limitations on burning down dumps had expired, a decade later.

What of Bruce’s fate? The poor kid’s guardian angel must have still been at the dump, observing the dowsing of the fire fiasco, because Bruce received the more expected result: one month’s grounding.

Finally, what came of the dump? That land had the best ending of all. As city manager, Dad worked with his lifelong friend, Henry Roesler, who was the administrator for Lutheran Homes of Michigan, to get senior apartments for Montague. The dump was cleaned up and turned into the perfect spot for folks like our grandmother, Dad’s mom, to spend their latter years. As Dad would frequently make the walk, one block over and one block down, to see his mom, that piece of land wound up being a loved location for three generations of Eilers.

Mass shooting in Indianapolis

indystar.com is on top of this developing story.

And now it’s happened where I live.

On April 15, a man sprayed gunfire in the FedEx facility near the Indianapolis airport. So far, eight are dead. Others were injured. The suspected gunman is dead, presumably by suicide.

If he were ready to die, why didn’t he just do it to himself in his bedroom and leave others alone?


Hey, I don’t want anyone to die, and I surely don’t want anyone to kill himself. I want everyone to reach out and get the help they need, so they might be healthy and happy and productive. However, when the options are one person dies without taking the lives of others, without causing great anguish to the loved ones of those he killed, without placing a city into turmoil and our nation once again shaking its fists as it does nothing but argue about it, I’ll vote for suicide every time.

I want to know where the man got permission to take the lives of others, to throw into turmoil and grief the loved ones of those killed and injured, to put the citizens of yet another American city in fear of their safety when at work or play or shopping or worship?

I always want to know who gives these gunmen permission to carry out their despicable acts. How does that conversation take place in one’s mind? How long does it percolate? What arguments against it are defeated until the man finally says, “Game on!”

What has gotten into us Americans, that we have such a lofty level of privilege, which gives us the ability to say to ourselves, “They pissed this guy off one too many times. I’ll teach them!”?

How do people fall so far in their regard for human life that they can reach the decision to kill people? To play prosecutor and jury and judge, and deem others guilty so as to end their lives? To leave their homes and enter their workplace, or a store, or a place of worship, or wherever, and open fire against their fellow human beings?

How would these killers react if it were their child, their spouse, their parent gunned down for nothing more than being in the line of fire? Can you imagine them thinking, “It was the gunman’s right to open fire. My loved one deserved it. They should have watched their back”?

They would think none of those things. Indeed, the type of person to find it in himself to have permission to gun down others is likely the same person screaming at the top of his lungs before the TV cameras if it were to happen to his loved one.

Mass shootings get our attention, but homicides are going on all around us—all around my own home—all the time. In the first three months of 2021, Indianapolis saw 59 people die by homicide. That’s an average of two every three days.

When I visit the Indy Star website every morning, I don’t wonder whether I’ll see news of the latest homicide, I expect it. I look for it. Then, I look for this word—northeast—because that’s where I live. And, when I see northeast, I look for the address.

In the six years we’ve lived on the northeast side, I’ve lost track of how many homicides have occurred within the area in which I go jogging, which is roughly two miles to the east and west, one mile south, and a mile and a half north. I often run by the apartment complex on Emerson Avenue where a double-homicide took place last year, and the apartments on Arlington Avenue where one occurred this year. And I’ve hesitated returning to the block, on the furthest reaches to the east of where I run, because of the killing that happened last summer in the driveway in front of a house.

And then there is the nearest one: at the gas station I sometimes frequent and jog by most days, two blocks south of our house. Yes, the killing happened at night, as do most. During the day, it feels safe. It’s always quiet.

I bet it was quiet and it felt safe at the FedEx facility the night of April 15.

One assumes the homicides that happen in our neighborhoods are mostly among people who know each other. There’s a disagreement over something, a family issue, friends in dispute. An argument ensues. Someone pulls out a gun.

When it happens at work and in public places, it’s generally intentional: someone pulls out a gun they brought for this purpose.

Either way: someone pulls out a gun.

That’s the answer for too many people: pull out a gun.

What happened to kill them with kindness?

What possesses Americans to believe that violence and homicide are the better way to go?

I know, I know, it’s only a tiny fraction of the population doing these things. Yet, it’s a significant fraction they directly affect, directly harm, directly traumatize. And, it’s our entire country that’s driven again to anguish, to wringing our collective hands.

To arguing over what to do and then not doing a thing.

There is one thing we can do. One huge thing. Let’s teach our children to respect all people—to respect the rights and lives of all people—and let’s begin by showing our children how it’s done.

I’d like to see anyone shoot down that plan.

My interview on Protect Your Noggin

Julie and I Zoomed with Jeff and Stacie Mallinson for an hour-long conversation for their podcast, Protect Your Noggin. Listen here: https://www.protectyournoggin.org/podcast/no-regrets-the-wild-transgender-journey-of-greg-eilers

This is my fifth podcast and the second time Julie and I talked with Jeff. In 2016, Jeff and his friend Dan van Voorhis came to Indianapolis to chat with us for their podcast, Virtue in the Wasteland. We talked so long that we recorded in three parts, which they posted as two episodes:

Episode 1: http://www.virtueinthewasteland.com/episodes/2016/10/4/ep-196-the-trials-of-gina-eilers-part-1?rq=the%20trials%20of%20gina%20eilers

Episode 2: http://www.virtueinthewasteland.com/episodes/2016/10/4/ep-197-the-trials-of-gina-eilers-part-2

On the new podcast, Jeff talks about the trouble that brewed for his interviewing such a renegade as myself, and the openings it created for important conversations to take place.

He recently learned about my memoir. Emailing me his kind assessment, he asked Julie and me to appear on Protect Your Noggin. We spend most of the hour discussing key themes from the book.

You, too, can ride the Roller Coaster with me, either in print or as an ebook:

My favorite potato soup

“Don’t drain the fat off, this gives so much flavor!” This is the most important lesson I’ve ever been taught. Ever.

Yes, even more important than our mom’s plea to all of us kids: “Are you wearing clean underwear? If you’re in a car accident, you want to be wearing clean underwear!” Really, Mom? This was your biggest concern as we piled into the car, where no one wore a seat belt? And we wrestled in the back seat, falling into the front? And got the cigarette lighter hot, threatening to burn whoever looked at us wrong?

“Don’t drain the fat,” came from my sister, Sue. By way of our father. Regarding the bacon I would be cooking for potato soup, when I asked her for the recipe Dad made.

Sue emailed it to me. I copied it into a word document. It is clear to me that I didn’t edit Sue at all—she writes the way she talks—though I have underlined the wise advice:

Note the exacting detail. So precise in every aspect that even I, who had never before made potato soup, could follow it and produce a pot of goodness to taste exactly like our father’s.

Not. Even. Close.

I think I attempted it once. I needed precision. I searched recipes online. Finding one called Easy Potato Soup, I created a hybrid of that and Dad’s.

And I kept the key: don’t drain the fat off, this gives so much flavor! And I wrote down the exact measurements I came up with. And I always wear clean underwear when making it.

  • 1 lb bacon
  • 1 medium sized onion
  • 2 lbs potatoes (5 to 7 potatoes)
  • 8 tbs butter
  • 8 tbs flour
  • 1/2 gallon whole milk
  • Salt to taste (perhaps 2 tsp)
  • Pepper to taste (at least 1 tsp)

And here’s how I make it.

Cut the bacon into inch-long pieces. Chop the onion. Put it on for a slow fry.

Gather your spuds. Weigh them if you like, to ensure you have at least two pounds. Peel them. Cut them into bitesize pieces. Toss ’em into your big pot.

By this time, the bacon and onions are nicely underway. With the pan evenly hot from the large burner, I slide it over to a smaller one, where it will continue to cook just fine. Stir the bacon occasionally so that it cooks evenly. Boil the taters till tender.

Drain those spuds and set them aside in a bowl. Reduce the heat and get a stick of butter melting.

Melt it slowly enough so it doesn’t burn. Once melted, spoon in the flour. Whisk it smooth.

Begin adding the milk, perhaps two cups at a time. Cook it slowly, so as not to burn the bottom of the pan. Whisk often. As it thickens, add more milk.

When you are pleased with how thick it is, stir in the salt and pepper. Add the spuds.

Now, admire the pan of bacon and onions. Note that there is not that much grease. The onions have done their work, soaking up lots of it. Good job, onions! You will taste so marvelous!

As you now add to the soup this blessed pan of deliciousness, scrape every last bit of grease from the pan. You’ll thank me, later. And you’ll thank my sister, Sue. And you’ll bless the name of our father, John.

There’s no need for further cooking. Simply blend it all.

Remove the pot from the heat. I like to let it sit for a bit—30-60 minutes—to get it to a temperature that makes it just right for eating.

And eating.

And eating.

Bon soupetit!

My burger-freezing hack

The five-pounder I typically buy since becoming an Aldi shopper.

I used to be that goofball, who purchased two- and three-pound packages of ground beef, putting them directly into the freezer as is. Then, when I wanted to use them, I had two problems. First, because they were a ball of beef, they took long to thaw. Second, if I didn’t need every pound, I had to come up with another way to use the balance.

What caused me to persist in my crummy conduct? Laziness, frankly. When putting away groceries, I want to get the job done. If I put burger into the fridge, I have to remember the use-by date, so it doesn’t go bad.

Yes, I tried thawing in the microwave. It thawed the meat, but cooked the edges. I was not pleased.

I eventually learned a good trick for quickly thawing burger: press it flat. It makes sense: which is going to thaw more quickly, a 1/2″-thick chunk of meat, or a 2″-thick one? In school, I might have struggled with algebra, and never took geometry, but even I could do the math on this one.

This revelation ground to a halt my beef with breaking up packages of burger before freezing them. Now, into what should I package my one-pound prizes? Surely, you’re thinking, “Duh. Large freezer bags.” And, duh backatcha, that’s what I did.

Loathe to spend money, and eager to recycle, I noticed a certain bag I’d been tossing. A few years ago, I took to buying grated cheese, mostly cheddar (have you seen my https://eilerspizza.wordpress.com/2021/01/28/my-breakfast-burrito-recipe/?). One day, I had a double eureka moment. First, that the bags hold one pound. Second, that the plastic of the bags is thick—freezer bag thick. I began to save the bags.

The next time I bought burger, I eagerly retrieved our kitchen scale and set out to measure my five-pound bovine bounty.

And then bag it.

And, of course, find that one pound fits perfectly. And it’s about 1/2″ thick.

Now, to freeze it, so that I can thaw it!

Sometime during my the microwave doesn’t thaw meat as well as it pops corn years, I learned that thawing meat in water is quicker than placing frozen flesh in a fridge. The tip was for getting your Thanksgiving turkey prepped for Thursday when it was still rock solid on Wednesday, or Tuesday . . . or Monday. I hauled out a cooler, set it in the bathtub, dropped my turkey inside and filled ‘er up. Changing the water every thirty minutes, five hours later I had a thawed bird.

Ground beef in one-pound bags thaws much quicker. 1/2″-thick burger thaws really quickly.

I stream into the kitchen sink enough warmish water until the bag floats. After thirty minutes, I flip the bag and rewarm the water. Half an hour later, the meat is pliable. You might say, ready to use. You might also say, where did I set that recipe card I now need?

When you realize, the day before needing it, that you will want burger, stick a bag in the fridge. Overnight, it will thaw. Hey, it’s only 1/2″ thick. It doesn’t stand a chance to remain frozen.

Here’s wishing you happy bag saving, happy burger thawing, and happy time saving!

Easter’s “I love you”

After seeing I love you in the Lord Jesus’s words from the cross—https://eilerspizza.wordpress.com/2021/04/02/good-fridays-i-love-you/—we move on to this blessed day, when He was raised from the dead, and see another I love you.

In I love you, a promise is heard. The receiver of I love you has expectations of faithfulness from the one proclaiming this love.

The Lord Jesus had made a promise to His disciples. He now had to prove His faithfulness to that promise.

When He told His disciples that He would be crucified, He immediately told them He would be resurrected on the third day. They were so horrified at His news that He would be killed, they scarcely heard the rest of the story. Regardless of their trouble believing Him, the Lord would be faithful to His promise.

“He is risen!”—three words that are Easter’s I love you. The angel declared this blessed truth when the women came to tend to the Lord’s dead body. “He is not here. He is risen, just as He said (Matthew 28:6).”

Soon, the Lord Jesus would appear to His disciples. They would be amazed, Scripture says, meaning they would have trouble believing their eyes, even as they knew it was Him.

Regardless their amazement—regardless any person’s doubting anything about Jesus Christ—He pulled it off. He was beaten to a pulp. He was crucified. He died. Then, on the third day, just as He promised, He came back to life. Indeed, everything He ever promised, He pulled off. Why does anyone ever doubt Him?

As Friday’s It is finished is God’s I love you for the forgiveness of our sins, He is risen is today’s I love you for our justification before God (Romans 4:25)—that is, because He was resurrected we are able to stand in the Father’s eyes with the declaration that we are not guilty for every one of our transgressions against His will, so that we live under His grace and care.

The Lord Jesus has done the seemingly impossible: He beat death. He defeated the one enemy—death—we all face. If you can find anyone else, in the history of the world, to beat death, never again to die, go ahead and put your faith in that person.

You won’t find him or her. Only the Lord Jesus has died and risen, never to die again. Thus, when He declares, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die, and whoever believes in me will never die (John 11:25:26)” and, “For my Father’s will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day (John 6:40,” He is worthy of believing.

Indeed, by grace through faith, you have already risen from the death of your sins. Sound too amazing to believe? Don’t trust me; listen to the trustworthy Word of God in Romans 6:4-5: “We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we will certainly also be united with him in a resurrection like his.”

The Lord has promised you forgiveness, eternal life, and salvation. Because Jesus Christ fulfilled every promise made about Him, He is trustworthy to continue fulfilling His promises. When He says, “I love you,” you can abide in His love, rejoicing and at peace.

Peace be with you.

Christ is risen!

He is risen, indeed!


Good Friday’s “I love you”

They are the three best words to hear: “I love you.” Though my wife Julie has said these words to me hundreds, even thousands of times, I never tire of hearing them.

Three words. Each word, drenched with meaning.

I. Me, Specifically. From my heart. Joined with my mind. My entire being.

Love. Cherish. Esteem highly. Adore. Delight in. Treasure.

You. Specifically. The object of my love. No one else is in the picture, in this expression of love.

On Good Friday, as the Lord Jesus hung on the cross, He spoke a word that we translate into a three word phrase, which are the gift-from-God equivalent of our telling each other I love you. Just as He was to breath His last, the Lord Jesus said, “It is finished.”

The word He spoke was tetelestai. It means to reach the end of something, to complete it. Thus, we translate it “It is finished.”

What was finished? The Lord has in mind His purpose of coming into the world, that to which He pointed as He told His disciples that He would be handed over to be crucified, and that He would be raised from the dead on the third day—and as He said it in John 10:11: “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.”

We can be assured we understand Him correctly as we look at the elemental meaning of tetelestai: the goal has been reached.

When I learned this, it made “It is finished” sing for me! How much more specific can the Lord Jesus be? The goal? What goal? He was born in our flesh for the purpose of taking on our sin. With tetelestai, He’s telling us, “I’ve completed the work of paying for your sins. The job is done. It is finished.”

Also, immediately after He said tetelestai, “He gave up His spirit (John 19:30)” and died. Of course, He did. There was nothing left to do. He said everything from the cross He needed to say. He’d fulfilled every prophecy about the Messiah—about Him. He perfectly fulfilled His Father’s will. He suffered physically, which provided us a picture of the suffering we could not see—His bearing our sins in His flesh—of which He spoke when He cried out in agony, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me (Matthew 27:46)?”

“While we were still sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:8). And what is neat about this blessed truth are the words the Holy Spirit inspired Paul to pen immediately preceding it: “God demonstrates His own love for us in this.” There it is. In the Lord Jesus’ death is God the Father’s I love you.

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son—the opening portion of John 3:16. And for what purpose did He give His Son to finish what we could not do, which is the perfect fulfilling of God the Father’s will? His purpose was that by our believing in His Son we would not perish but have eternal life—the balance of John 3:16.

“It is finished” is Good Friday’s “I love you.”

That’s you, dear reader. You are the object of the Lord’s affection. You are the reason the Good Shepherd laid down His life. You are the one for whom Jesus reached the goal of bearing the sins of the world—yes, including your sins.

No wonder we call that awful Friday “Good”!

6th Lenten Wed 2021

My thesis for this final Wednesday in Lent is that the greatest event in the history of the world is yet to come. It is the event which brings together Christmas, Good Friday, Easter, and Ascension. It is the return of Jesus Christ, the resurrection of every human being, the judgment of the world, and the new world—the Paradise of the new Garden of Eden—in which Jesus will live with His people, forever.

Where I have used these Wednesdays to illustrate some of the wrong beliefs about these greatest events in the history of the world, I do so, sparingly, regarding The Last Day. There are so many ideas out there. Many of you have heard of the Rapture, which teaches that both the dead and living Christians will be translated to heaven, leaving only unbelievers on the earth, the Antichrist will come to power and, after seven years, Jesus will return, defeat the devil and the Antichrist, and reign on earth for one thousand years.

Those wrong teachings came out of bad theology that took root in the 1800s. The good theology and correct teaching has been in the New Testament, all along, and goes like this.

First, “the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first (1 Thessalonians 4:16).”

This will take place with no warning; Jesus will return like a thief in the night (1 Thessalonians 5:2), descending from heaven just as He ascended to heaven. But, He will stop short of the earth, remaining in the air above the earth.

All of the dead, from Adam & Eve up to then, will be raised. With the resurrected, all living people will meet Jesus in the air (1 Thessalonians 4:17). He will separate them into two groups—the sheep and the goats (Matthew 25:32-33). The sheep are the believers, and they go on His right. The goats are the unbelievers, and they go on His left.

This is going on in the air, above the earth, because God is busy destroying the earth and recreating it (2 Peter 3:10-13).

Now comes the judgment. The unbelievers are judged in their sins. Their sins had not been removed from them, for they had not lived, by grace through faith, under the salvation of Jesus Christ (John 3:36, 5:29). The unbelievers, along with the devil and all his demons, will be damned to hell, and the lid will sealed upon it so that they can never get out (Revelation 20:3, 10, 15).

Now, it’s the believers’ turn to be judged. But, the believers are not judged in their sins, for their sins had been removed from them, for they lived by grace through faith in the saving work of Jesus Christ (John 5:24).

So, for what will the believers—that’s you—be judged? The Lord Jesus will reward you for the good works of your lives. As you want to ask, “What good works did we do?” Jesus has the surprising answer. It’s not that you built the better mousetrap, or won the Super Bowl, or found the cure for cancer.

Perhaps surprisingly, the good works you do are the everyday things that are right in front of you. The Lord Jesus says that when you give a glass of water to the least of His brothers, and clothe the naked, and visit the sick and imprisoned—that is, when you do all of the things that others need from you, each day, simply to live, doing these things from the love of Christ which dwells in you—you do these things for Jesus, and these are the good works for which you will be rewarded on the Last Day (Matthew 24:34-40).

Mothers and fathers taking care of their children. Workers accomplishing their tasks. Children doing their homework and the chores given them by their parents. Neighbors helping neighbors. All of the seemingly mundane tasks of life that give us opportunity after opportunity to show the love of the Lord Jesus, to fulfill the purpose for which we were created.

We were created first to love the Lord our God with all our heart and soul and mind. Then, we show that we love the Lord by loving our neighbor as we love our self (Matthew 22:37-40).

Jesus will give the crown of glory to all of His sheep (1 Peter 5:4). They are now prepared to descend to the newly recreated earth, the new Garden of Eden, the Paradise of eternal life, where they will dwell with the Lord Jesus forever, where there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain (Revelation 21:1-4).

Whew, this seems like a lot. I’ll summarize it:

  • All people, of all time, will meet the Lord Jesus in the air.
  • The believers will be gathered on His right, and the unbelievers on His left.
  • The unbelievers will be judged in their sins and sent to eternal damnation with the devil and all his demons.
  • The believers will be rewarded for all they did in faith toward the Lord Jesus.
  • As this is occurring, the Lord will be destroying and recreating the earth.
  • After the judgment, the Lord and His people will descend to the new earth, to live forever.

Oh, but I have left out a key thing: whom will you be? Of course, you will be you, but you will be the new you. From 1 Corinthians 15:42-44, we learn four things about the new us—we learn the former things and the new things.

First, these present bodies of ours go to the grave because they are perishable bodies. None of us can escape death. But, the body that Jesus will resurrect on The Last Day will not be able to die, ever again—it will be imperishable.

Second, these present bodies of ours will be sown into the earth in dishonor. It is a horrible thing for a living, breathing human being to be dead and still. It is equally horrible to be closed shut in a casket, and laid in the earth with a mound of dirt over us, or to be pulverized to ashes by cremation. But, in the resurrection, we will be raised in glory, in bodies which will never again suffer a moment of dishonor.

Third, these present bodies of ours will be sown into the earth in weakness. What is it that will kill us: will it be a disease, will we have an accident, will we simply wear out from the wearing out of old age? Whatever it is, it will weaken us to the point of death. But, the resurrection body will be one of power, never again to be weakened.

Fourth and finally, these present bodies of ours will be sown into the earth the natural bodies which they are, prone and obligated to the laws of this natural world. But, the resurrection body will be a spiritual body. This, we can barely contemplate, for there is nothing in the natural world which mirrors it.

Here is what we know, from the Word of God. We will be like Jesus, and we will see Jesus for who He is—the Son of God made man in the womb of Mary, born at Christmas, died on Good Friday, raised on Easter, ascended forty days later, and returned to earth to give us every last thing that our Father has promised.

Finally, we will be at home in Paradise, where no sin, no Satan, no sorrow will ever again visit us. Pure joy awaits.

These are the greatest events in the history of the world, dear Christians. They were promised by the Father, accomplished by the Son, and delivered to you—free of charge—by the Holy Spirit.

These are the greatest events in the history of the world, done for you that you might live in the sure and certain hope of eternal life in Paradise.

And so you do.

And so you do!

All praise to Jesus Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords! Alleluia! Amen.