aka “Fast Food” Jesus

Posted: July 27th, 2012 | Author: | Filed under: aka My Jesus, Spirituality | Tags: , , , , , | No Comments »

What’s your favorite fast food fix? You know, your go to “heart-attack-in-a-sack.”

Mine is a double cheese burger value meal at McDonald’s. Unless it’s breakfast, then it’s a breakfast burrito meal with what they consider to be “hot” sauce. It’s crazy, but I love McDonald’s food.

Once in awhile.

To eat it everyday would not only get old, but be completely unhealthy (see the Super Size Me movie). Plus I always get the same thing, so after a few trips the the Golden Arches, I have to avoid it for a month or so in order to get the craving back.

Sometimes I treat Jesus like that, like a “Fast Food” Jesus.

I get a craving for Him because I love to talk with Him. To quote local Pastor Jeffrey Smith, “I love me some Jesus.”  In these moments I open the Bible to my favorite chapter (Psalm 27) for a minute or turn on Pandora to my favorite station (Skillet/Red/Bride). They’re my go-to spots that satisfy my appetite until I can get in some real quality time.

Now, is having a Fast Food Jesus a bad thing? Not in moderation.

While McDonald’s is food, and it can sustain you for quite some time (I ate it every day for about four years in my teens), it’s not what my body required to run properly. I need more than short bursts of Psalm 27 or turning on “Jesus Radio” while my talk radio is on commercial. In themselves, they aren’t enough to keep my spirit man healthy. There simply is not enough nutrition to be found through the window of a drive thru experience with Jesus.

Only having this type of experience with God can get you in a rut resulting in a mundane Christian life. Break out of the same old routines you have and try something new! There is so much of Jesus to experience and share. Comfortable is OK but new is adventure!

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. ” ~ Jesus of Nazareth

ANd yeah, you have to tell me what your favorite is. I wasn’t joking about that part.

Giving through my blogs

Posted: June 7th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: aka My Jesus, Book Reviews, It Hurts So Good, My Thoughts, Political, Random, Spirituality, Videos, Writing | No Comments »

You have probably noticed there are some advertisements on my blog, and they are there for good reason: to give.  Originally, I opened an Amazon Associate account to help pay for my hosting and domains, but I don’t want to profit from what I write here.

So I am giving it away.  So, if you like to buy from Amazon, please stop here first and click through one of my book links, then search for what you want at Amazon and 4%-6% of you purchase will go toward the charity listed for that month!

Starting March 2011, all proceeds from my blogs (www.CRMooney.com and www.christianwriterscorner.wordpress.com) will be given to a different ministry or cause.  I will be posting a capture of my earnings and receipt of the giving for accountability.  There is a two month pay cycle, so the receipt won’t show until I have been paid, and the money given.

Also, please feel free to click through to the different organizations and see if you would like to donate on your own!

To see what’s been given so far, click the “giving” tab at the upper right of the blog, or click here to go to the Giving page.




aka ‘Biggest Loser’ Jesus

Posted: April 14th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: aka My Jesus, Spirituality | 5 Comments »

I was in Burger King a few weeks ago, and noticed something that saddened me: the calorie total had been added to the menu.  I made the best of it though when I received a puzzled look after ordering the “1520.”  It didn’t fill me up though. I should have ordered the “2240.”  While the calorie number didn’t deter me from ordering the double whopper with cheese, it got me thinking about over consumption.

“The Biggest Loser” is a popular show where obese people compete to see who can lose the most weight.  They get abused for months by Bob and Jillian, and for this privilege, they lose hundreds of pounds.  At the Biggest Loser ranch, they are taught more than exercise, they are taught proper nutrition and diet.  They are taught that excellent health is a lifestyle, that they can’t go home and do what they had before and expect to keep the weight off.

I’ve noticed something though, not everyone keeps the weight off.  It’s sad to see former contestants come back at their previous weight.  What happened?  They quit.  For whatever reason, it became more than they could handle.  They didn’t have a trainer in their ear pushing them to do what was necessary, and eventually it was more than they could bear.

Personally, I do not have a weight issue, but I do have a media consumption issue.  I think the seven deadly sins could be amended to have a subcategory called “media gluttony.”  When I should be reading the Bible, praying, writing, or whatever other task God has given me, I instead open up facebook, flick the TV on, and pick up the latest novel.

I am follower of Jesus, and He teaches me to be like Him.  And it’s easy to be like Him at church, in the controlled environment where there are scores of people making everything just right.  The worship is there, the teaching of the Bible is there, the family of God is there.  It’s easy.  But then I go home.

That’s why I love my Jesus; my “Biggest Loser” Jesus.  He doesn’t leave me alone to fight this battle.  My “Biggest Loser” Jesus sent a teacher, a motivator, an encourager in the Holy Spirit, and He promised He would never leave or forsake me.  They give me the strength I need to continue my spiritual journey.  They remind me what’s healthy for my spirit, and what things need to be cut out, and give me the grace to do it.

So, I encourage you today, pray, and let Jesus tell you what things you consume in excess, that could be cut back or eliminated entirely to make your spiritual diet that much better.

What are some tips you have for keeping up your spiritual health?

aka Robin Hood Jesus

Posted: May 24th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: aka My Jesus, Spirituality | Tags: , | No Comments »

Robin HoodI love the story of Robin Hood. The best version I have seen (though I haven’t seen the new movie) is the cartoon. I still whistle the little ditty from the narrating rooster, lol.  I love the characterization: Robin Hood as a fox standing up for the poor rabbits, the adviser to the king is a snake, Little John as a giant bear, the clumsy guards as vultures, the sheriff is a wolf, and get this, the priest is a badger. A Badger!

What’s not to like with this guy, right? He’s a handsome critter with a persuasion toward sticking up for the little guy, an incredible marksman, has a go-get-em attitude. He’s so amazing a character, that we forget he’s an outlaw in all of this. Yes, the king is away fighting a war, and his nephew is quite the tyrant, but Robin is still robbing from the rich to give to the poor. We are empathetic to his cause though, aren’t we? It’s only fair right? We want this wonder boy to come in and save the day, right the wrongs, and stick it to “the man.” We want him to break the prisoners out of jail and take back what was theirs. We stand by and root him on, “Go get ‘em Robin!”

It ends great. Robin gets the fair maiden and King Richard returns to restore order to the kingdom.

It’s a great story, but that is it. A story. The problem starts when we bring this to reality, and we make Jesus into Robin Hood.

While I do not know if he was any kind of marksman, I know Jesus was no thief. But we do expect that he will use rich people to give to the poor, and that somehow, we who do not have much to give are not expected to. We turn ourselves into spectators. Instead of getting into the action, we stand in the crowd, and cheer on Jesus and his Merry Men. We want him to be the one to take up arms against the tyrants in our lives and restore to us what we believe was wrongfully taken (relationships, money, status).

I think that God requires more than that from us. Jesus tells a story of a man in need, a man who was destitute. He was beaten, robbed, and left for dead. Even in this state, there were people that passed him on the roadside, and left him in that condition. People with status, and the ability to help him walked by in their arrogance, feeling it was beneath them to assist.

Finally there was a man who helped. His heritage was such that the Jews called his kind half-breed, and treated them such. This hurt man, under different circumstances, may have called him a dog and spat on him. He was a Samaritan, and he put aside all these differences, put the man on his donkey and took him to town to get the help he needed. And he didn’t just dump him at the ER, he paid for the expenses, and told the help that if it wasn’t enough, he would pay the rest when he came back to town.

This is what God expects from us, no matter our situation, or how people have treated us. We are not to be the victims waiting for a Robin Hood to save the day. We are to be like the Samaritan. No matter how much or how little we have. It’s high time we (mostly talking to myself here, so “high time I”) stop waiting for someone else to make a difference. We can’t think that because we do not have the resources to help everyone, that we cannot help someone.

Someone needs what you have.

Matthew 25:31-46

When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his throne in heavenly glory. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’

“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’

They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’

He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’   Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.

aka Rock Star Jesus

Posted: February 24th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: aka My Jesus, Spirituality | Tags: , , , , | 3 Comments »

I am a head-banging rocker. I always have been, and will always be. I love guitar shredding licks and earth shattering solos. I’ve always dreamed of being able to play like the greats: Satriani, Johnson, Page, Van Halen, Lang, Sanatana. I’ve been to some awesome concerts, thrashed my head around, jumped up and down, waved my arms in the air, screamed until I was hoarse, sat in awe, and raved at how awesome the bands were.

Man I want to be like that! I want the skills, the money, and thousands of people screaming my name.  I want the recognition, and the ability to walk into a room and own it, with everyone centered on me, and my talent.

Then it reminds me of how I sometimes treat my Jesus, aka Rock Star Jesus.

I go to meet my Jesus at church. I listen to the preacher talk of a man who walked on the earth with amazing power to heal people’s bodies and souls. He had incredible wisdom and authority to speak into people’s lives and bring light into their darkness. Then I look at the cross, “Man I want to be like that!”

Just like at the concert, I leave, listen to my new CD, and life goes on just the same.

See, I don’t really want to be like my Rock Star Jesus, I just want what He has.
To really be like the rock star, it takes hours every day, for years, sometimes playing until the fingers bleed. While everyone else was out playing or doing whatever, the rock star was locked in his room running through scales and riffs, learning theory, and emulating his own rock stars. It takes work, hard work, to get to that level. It costs you your life.

And it is no different for me as a Christian. If I truly want to be like Christ, then I have to be like Him, and do what He did. I have to spend time with Him, study His life, techniques, and ways. Do it every day until His nature is my nature. It takes work, hard work to get to that level. It will cost me my life.

Then I am reminded of this little ditty from John 14:23-24:

“Jesus replied, “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. He who does not love me will not obey my teaching. These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me.”

I say I love him, but do I obey him? Do I spend time every day making my life a reflection of his?

- God, don’t let me be a Jesus groupie. I don’t want to spend my life chasing Him for just one glance, or just one touch, I want to be like Him. Help me to count the cost, and lay down my life to truly gain His.

aka Spare Tire Jesus

Posted: February 12th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: aka My Jesus, Spirituality | Tags: , , , , | 2 Comments »
This post is also appearing on my good friend and blood-brother Christopher Hopper’s blog.  Check out his site, buy his books and his music.  He’s awesome!
I am the king of flat tires.  No, make that the Joker, because the number of them I get is truly comical.  I have yet to rotate the tires on my Caravan as every few months, a tire is being replaced.  The circumstances are different, and the names are changed to protect the innocent, but each time I am forced to take my nemesis head on: The Spare Tire, aka. The Donut.

Regardless of the number of times I have subdued this beast, each time is an epic battle.  It seems simple enough, a half twist counter-clockwise, then crank the nut clockwise until you can get the tire out.  I am sure that every night, the engineer of the release mechanism under my van lets out a haughty laugh, admiring his brilliance.  It never works the first time.  It hardly works the fiftieth time.

After the beast has been unleashed, and properly mounted, there is still the matter of driving.  It’s embarrassing.  About the only thing it’s good for is, well, nothing.  It impedes my speed and handcuffs my handling.  The only thing on my mind is how fast can this be fixed, so I can put it back where it belongs; out of sight – out of mind.

It hurts to say, but sometimes this is how I treat my Jesus, as a “Spare Tire Jesus.”

My life is on cruise control, situation normal, and bam! Something goes wrong.  Uh-oh, life can’t go on like this.  I’m forced to get dirty now, to get on my knees and pray for help.  It should be easy to do.  Speaking with Jesus should be an every day event, not just a call I make when I need roadside assistance.

So I get my “Spare Tire Jesus” out, and install him in my life for a time.  And sometimes it’s embarrassing to put Him on display for the world to see. What if people were to know that Jesus was a part of my life? Not just that, “I’m saved,” but that I truly put my trust in Him, that He is as integral to my life as having a fourth tire.

My “Spare Tire Jesus” alters the way I drive my life.  He changes the direction I want to go, and how fast I can get there. This is a good thing.  Jesus is meant to be more than a pull in a certain direction that hampers me getting to my destination.  He is meant to be the navigator and driver.  If he holds the plan for my life, it only makes sense that He knows how to get there better than I.

Well, the situation clears, now what? With my van, I put a new tire on, and pray it doesn’t happen again anytime soon.  But this cannot be allowed to happen with my Jesus.  Instead of being my safety net in case of emergencies, He needs to be my life.  Those times when life gets a flat tire are generally the result of me not following Christ’s examples for living (Matthew 5-7) and are simply His way of saying, “Chris, you’re on the wrong path. It’s time to get it straight.”

Is Jesus your spare tire? Is He only for use in emergencies, hard to get out, and embarrassing to display as you live life?  I encourage you to get out of the drives seat, climb into the trunk, hand Jesus the keys, and say, “Where you lead, I will follow.” He will take you on unbelievable adventures, and there will be no need to worry about getting a flat tire when He takes the wheel.

This is the first in a series I am titling “aka My Jesus.” Check back for new installments!

- mooney