Saturday, October 15, 2016

United we stand, divided we fall

What does Jesus think about division?  Does he like it?  Does he condone it?  Does he embrace it?

Well, it depends on who you ask.

If you ask a theologian he or she may say something different than someone who is new to the Bible. If you ask a pew warmer he or she may say something different than someone who refuses to have anything to do with religion.

What do you think Jesus thinks about division?

We only have the Bible to find out.  We can't speak to things he may have thought or said that weren't recorded or we didn't hear because we weren't there when he walked the earth.  It would be interesting to speak to him "off the record."  To read those things John talked about, the things that  "Jesus did many other things as well.  If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written."

We only get to know what we only get to know.  The mystery of many things remains a mystery.

But there is one thing Jesus said about division that I hate to read.  I hate it and it goes against my need for him to be nice and sweet and unifying and kind and understanding and willing to look the other way and just love me where I'm at.

"Do you think I came to bring peace on earth?  No, I tell you, but division.  From now on there will be five in one family divided against each other, three against two and two against three.  They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law, and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law."


Jesus, this is not how a good sweet God should try to build his people up.  Isn't there a seminar where we can learn how to get along, where we can learn to listen to each other and communicate with each other in a way that brings mutual understanding and edification?

Surely, you didn't mean what you said?

Could he be the one behind all the division we see right now?

If so, why?  What purpose could there be to division?  Is there a purpose?  What could he be trying to work out the only way it can be brought out but through division?

I used to hate the thought of division.  I couldn't understand how God's people could ever be divided. I thought that if there were enough prayer, enough seminar attendance, enough turning the other cheek, then surely it would be ok.  There would be unity among the brethren.

I liked to believe in fairy tales on earth.

And I said to Jesus, many times,  "What about what Paul said about division?  Hmmmmmm?"

"The eye cannot say to the hand, "I don't need you!"  And the hand cannot say to the feet, "I don't need you!"  On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor.  And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, while our presentable parts need no special treatment.  But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other.  If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it."

And there's Jesus' answer to my argumentatively based question.

He brings division so that the Body can be united.  He brings division, he divides out the parts that are unpresentable, less honorable, dispensable....those parts that are keeping the body from having equal concern for each member of the body.

He brings division to cleanse, to bring honor and modesty to those parts that lack them.

He brings division so that when one part suffers, every part suffers.

Division shows us where the suffering parts are.

There's a lot of suffering parts right now in America, least of which is in the visible church housing the invisible members of the body of Christ.  Some of them may be marching about certain lives mattering.  Some of them may be refusing to see the truth about their candidate.  Some of them may be so sick and tired of everything they have just given up and refuse to engage in anything.  Many of them sit in church buildings, Sunday after Sunday, week after week, never knowing what God is after in the division they are sure is right.

The division is palpable.  The division on the news is a perfect reflection of the division of Christ's body.  We are divided Americans because the visible American church is a divided body.

We have settled for the first statement by Jesus, "I have come to not bring peace but division" and said, "Well, that's what Jesus promised there's no getting around it," yet have failed to take to heart what the Apostle Paul was led by the Holy Spirit to say just a few decades after Jesus' left the earth.

So which is it Lord?  Which will keep us in your good graces?  Which shows our true devotion to you?  What you said, or what you said through Paul?

We're waiting for an answer, Lord.  Can't you see the world is on fire now?  Don't you see the news?  Don't you follow Facebook?  Don't you read the comments?  Don't you see what is going on out there?

"But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other." 

Ugh.  What is that supposed to mean?  I need clear answers, Lord.

What will it matter who is elected if the Body of Christ continues to be divided by its own stubbornness, fears, or personal sense of justice?

Jesus said something else about equal concern for our neighbor.  You know the quote, it gets blasted at his followers from the bystanders who mock believers.  "Love your neighbor as yourself."

It's a good quote.  But it's funny how that quote gets used and the one just before it gets ignored.  Maybe if the one before it didn't get ignored, maybe the division that Jesus said he brought would do its work a little faster so that we could all get down to the callings we've been given.

Have you heard this one?  Have you quoted this one when you quote the Love thy neighbor one?

"The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this:  'Hear O Israel, the Lord is one.  Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.'  The second one is this:  'Love your neighbor as yourself.  There is no commandments greater than these."

If we're working on the first of the greater commands we probably won't have much time for marching or commenting or pouting.

I'm terrible at following my own advice.  Even worse at practicing what I preach.  I like to use that division quote of Jesus to justify some of my own not so pretty behaviors.  Almost like I can say, "See I shouldn't worry so much about making peace with those I don't get along with, because, look, look right here in Luke's gospel Jesus said it was going to be like this."

It's nice to have that as the ace in my pocket to pull out when I don't want to love my neighbor as myself.  When I don't want to give equal concern for the suffering parts of the body because I'm afraid I will give the wrong idea of supporting a brother or sister who is suffering in sin because I'm afraid it will look like I am condoning that "sin" whatever it may be - whether it is vulgarity or false teaching or alcoholism or gossiping or overeating.

Jesus said there will be division in our own family, but he didn't let us know why until decades after his death.  Those early first century Christians had to wait to know why they were being hated by their own families and tossed to lions.  Most probably never knew.  But they do now.  And so do we.

So that equal concern for the Body will be attained.

It doesn't look pretty.  If anything, Jesus was giving us and the early church a heads up on that very fact.

Division isn't pretty.  But it's going to happen.

Division is never pretty when there is no purpose to it.  When it is just division because pride or stubbornness or fear doesn't want to do what it takes to put the effort in to loving my neighbor as myself, let alone working on the loving God with everything part.

But division with purpose is beautiful.  It has an attainable goal.  Division with purpose is so that there is growth.  If a seed never died and its pollen carried in the wind, there would never be new flowers.

Division with Jesus' purpose in mind is beautiful.

When there is no division in the Body its parts will have equal concern for the other.  When one part suffers, all will feel the pain of the one suffering, not just those on this side of the theological aisle.  When one part rejoices, all will rejoice. Not just those who have the most "likes" or "followers."

When division is embraced the way Jesus intends division to be used, God is glorified.

If nothing else during this time of great division, let us ask God these things:

What are the indispensable parts of the your Body?  The honorable parts?  The modest parts?  Where are the parts that lack honor?  What can we do to show equal concern for your body?  Not just the parts of the body that we like or agree with or find more important?

There will be division.  But division does have a role.

Where do you fit in division's purpose?



Luke 12:51
1 Corinthians 1:10
1 Corinthians 11:18
Romans 16:17
John 21:25
Psalm 133:1
John 17:23
Romans 15:5
Ephesians 4:3
Colossians 3:14

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Just enough light for the next step

My husband and I rode four wheelers recently.  It was a beautiful fall weekend in Northern Wisconsin.  The colors were brilliant as we zipped up and down trails, taking quick turns, with even quicker glimpses of beautiful lakes and ponds reflecting the white birch bark, the yellows and oranges and reds of the trees getting ready for their winter sleep.

With the sun not so high in the sky this time of year, and shining so brightly against a clear blue sky, the shadows it made with the leaves played tricks on my eyes.  There would be splashes of light in a polka dot pattern of shadow, sometimes dangerously placed on a hairpin turn or on a rock that was camouflaged in nature's disguise.

When we rode into an open clearing and the visibility was unfettered, the sun brought sparkles of diamonds on the pond waters, and made every color even more brilliant with the amber filter of my goggles.

But when the light was unpredictable, when it only shined itself in splotches of the forest trails, that is when the path seemed almost dangerous.

As the already low sun began to set, and the dust stirred up by the dry conditions, visibility was further impeded; where light was shining it was clouded by the dust left behind the rider ahead of me.  The light never stopped being light, but the dust came in and clouded what was already being camouflaged by the shadows from the trees hanging above the trails.

I knew God was trying to tell me something about this, because all day I kept grumbling about the light and the dust and the mixture of both with shadows.  The light was there trying to warn me of rocks and dips and puddles, but I was frustrated often because the shadows and dust seemed to be working so hard to block the light from shining on a clear path.

Sorta like what's going on right now in America.  It seems nearly every hour, more and more darkness is being exposed as more and more light is being shed on the corruption of our government and elected officials.  We see the light and what it is exposing, but the shadows and dust of those ahead of us is hindering a clear unobstructed view.

We see the light, but the shadows overpower it.  The darkness covers it, just when it seems a clearing is coming into view.

One more email released, one more video exposed, one more recording blasted over the internet.....

The Light is there.  The Light hasn't gotten darker just because the shadows have covered it.  The Light will never lose its power, no matter how much darkness tries to hide, the Light is still shining.  The clearing is just around the corner.  We'll be riding into that open field with the twinkling water reflecting the beauty of the forest around it soon.  Maybe it's just around the next hairpin turn, maybe we still have miles and miles to go.

Nevertheless, when we get there, the reflection is perfect.  The winds are calm, not a ripple is seen sans the rise of a fish searching for its afternoon snack.

Soon the Light will push away the darkness, as the last leaf falls before the winter nap is taken.

The Light will burst forth and there will be nothing to stop it.  No dust, no shadow, no forest canopy will be able to hinder the path we must take.

The rough ground will become level, the rugged places a plain and the glory of the Lord will be revealed and all mankind together will see it.



Isaiah 40

Saturday, October 8, 2016


They must be shaking their heads.  The Holy of Holy and all who are with them.  They must be shaking their heads at us here in America.

That's what I'm doing.  Shaking my head, yelling at the TV, yelling at Facebook, yelling at family and friends who don't think the way I do on screen.  Why don't "they" see what "they" are doing?  Why can't "they" see that "we" are right and "they" are wrong?

Surely, the Holy of Holies is looking at us and shaking his head and doing the same?

Oh wait, the Holy One is not like us.  He lived like us, He walked like us, He felt like us, He experienced like us.....but .......

He's not us.

His vision is broader and wider and higher and deeper and longer than ours will ever be.

He sees the beginning the middle and the end.  We have only glimpses of the same.

But still, we hope, at least I do, that I'm right and "they" are wrong, because I'm a child of the Holy One even though "they" say they are also children of the Holy One.


Double, triple, quadruple ugh.

These things I know in my head are true, yet my heart gets distracted and forgets daily, ok, every time I'm on Facebook or watch the "news."

1.  God is still in control.

2.  God is not surprised by anything that is going on in America right now.

3.  God's grace is still for EVERYONE, no matter what he said, or she did or he will do or she might do.  God's grace is still for EVERYONE.

It's so easy to forget that one.  As much as I want to point fingers and yell through cyberspace, I have to yell louder for GRACE to pour over us, to spill out of us, to cover us, to cleanse us.

God is not surprised.

God's grace is still active and available for all who call on His name.

It's so hard to walk that talk though, during this time, is it not?  Maybe it's just me having a hard time walking the talk I believe.

It's all  murky.  I love my country.  But I love God more.  I love justice, but I'm pretty fond of His grace too.  I love those who agree with me, but I want to love those who don't just as much or more.  I love the freedoms I've known as an American citizen my whole life, but I love the freedom I have in Christ more.

He's in control.

He's not surprised by anything that is going on in America or anywhere else right now.

His grace is still for EVERYONE.

I'm working on that one the most.  It's hard, but I am working on it.  We're all just a breath away from being trapped in our fears and guilt and shame...again.  No matter how free Christ has made us, the battle for our minds and words and behaviors is still going on.  Strongly.

None of us have anything to boast about.  Our only boast is this:

Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom or the strong man boast of his strength, or the rich man boast of his riches, but let him who boasts boast about this:  that he understands and knows me, that I am the LORD, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight, declares the LORD.

That's my new prayer for all of us, for "them", "we", "him", "her"  That we understand and know the Lord who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth.

I want to delight him, don't you?



Thursday, September 1, 2016

When the doves were saved by the Lamb

I wonder about the doves.

When the curtain tore in two, were the doves released at the same time?  Did their cages simultaneously bust open and those waiting a certain death as a sacrifice for the poor soul's sin...did they hesitate?  Did the doves hesitate, did some stay behind?  Were there any who felt the ground shake and their cage burst open and just saw the opportunity and fled?  Did they leave behind their hole, carved in the stone, the place they had lived waiting for their fate?

I wonder about the lambs and rams and the goats, all of them tagged to be the offered as an offering at the temple.  Did they know they were free?  Did they know their purpose on earth was no longer to be an offering, layed out on an altar to be sacrificed for a soul's misdeed?

I wonder about the priests.  When the temple curtain tore in two and the ground shook and the holy ones, long dead, rose from the dead and walked among the city, did they lay down their turbans and the ephod with the precious stones and the robes with the beautiful colors?

When the temple curtain was torn in two, the frayed edges swinging and trying to meet in the middle, did anyone try and sew it back together?

What about the bronze laver and the lamp stand and the ark?

How long did it take for the sacrifices to stop?

As those who believed hid and waited for whatever was going to happen next to happen, did they feel the burden already lifting of what it meant for them that the Lamb had made the final sacrifice?  What were those first days and weeks like when the believers tried to put together the pieces of the words they had heard Jesus say?

When they walked by the market where the doves were sold, the cages empty, the proprietor reading a scroll as his customers walked by, did they chuckle to themselves as the reality started to pour into their religious soaked mind:

I don't have to do this anymore.

I don't have to do this anymore.

I don't have to do this anymore.

What did you think when your prison door opened?  When you got "it?"  When you understood what the death of the Lamb really meant for you?  Did you look for the rules to follow, to still feel a sense of order and structure, or did you run free, with the burdens of yesterday's hopelessness trying to catch up to you?

What was it like for you when your heart heard the story your ears had been hearing for years?

Did religion chase after you like it did those first few years after Jesus went back to heaven?  As you tried to live in freedom, did the Pharisees try and tell you that yes, we agree, no sacrifices will probably be necessary, but you can't expect to have at least some sense of order.  You didn't really think you were totally free did you?

Not here on earth anyway.

When those first sins were committed, the ones that would have sent a pre crucifixion first century soul to the priest with a dove or two in hand, what did they think as they started their walk to the altar?  How far did they get, a small coin in their pocket, before they remembered?

I don't have to do this anymore.

I don't have to do this anymore.

I don't have to do this anymore.


I'm free.

What was it like?

What were those first century Sunday's like until religion snuck its way in again?  Until those who had experienced the first freedom, who had tasted it and heard it and smelled it, died.  How long did it take for that first generation to be gone before the roots of religion began to regenerate and invade the hearts that had only heard about the dead people walking around, stones split in two, day turned to night?

How long?

How long did it take for you to go from tasting freedom, pure freedom, before being convinced that religion was the only way to manage the new relationship you were starting with a Savior you didn't know real well?

Did you exchange your worldly sins for religious sins?  The ones dressed and disguised as good works but really only a way to keep you trapped like the alcohol did or the anger or the depression?

I'm guessing, without knowing because I wasn't there and because the history books weren't written yet, that those first century believers -

those who saw and heard and felt and smelled and tasted the reality of a carpenter dying on a cross, rising from a stone sealed tomb, walking among his people before going back to where he came from 

- were in a constant pull between freedom and bondage.

Just like we are.

We get it, but the pull is strong to go back to what we once were.  The disguise is well made, the costume and masks are good covers.  We know we know that we know we tasted freedom.  But it gets vinegar and other bitter spices thrown in and what once tasted good now leaves a nasty after taste.

We know we're free, but it doesn't take much for our masks to come back on and we're wearing a costume that hides our heart.  We look like we're free and we say all the right words and sing the right songs and pray the right prayers.....

but when we look around, we see doves back in their cages, we hear the bleating of lambs and rams and flocks of sheep

we feel the burden of wondering if we're doing it right

if we're in the right church

if we're in the right bible study

if we're doing the right things

if we're giving enough

if we're sharing enough

if we're loving enough.

And soon, we find ourselves walking to the altar, our coin in our pocket, the proprietor of doves eager to sell a fine selection of "not quite perfect, but you really have to look to see its flaws."

So we pull out our coin, take the dove from the cage and walk slowly, head down, shame keeping it from lifting too high, guilt choking our praises...

we walk toward the altar that was destroyed once for all.  You know it was, but you've forgotten what freedom felt like since yours got choked out so long ago by well meaning religion.

The dove's descendants are gone, no stories to be shared as to what it's ancestors did for a soul's sin.
The innocent dove feels the priest's hands holding it firmly, feels the knife touch its throat, the blood draining out.

Will this time be enough?



Matthew 27; Mark 15; Luke 23; John 19; Hebrews 9-10

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

While we're assessing....

The change we long for in our country and our homes and our churches and our families and our work places starts with our personal assessment.  We can't skip to any of those outside of us, hoping that when those things change, it will be time for me to change.

Nope.  It doesn't work that way.

Change starts with one person and one person only.

You.  Me.

How can we expect others to change and make our world better if we're not putting the same expectation on our own hearts?

Is that really fair?

So, here I go, getting in your business again, but taking it to another level.  A  level that doesn't include you alone, but what you alone participate in collectively.  Clear as mud?  Great!  Hang in there!

It's going to take a little bit of an objective imagination, and you may get a little uncomfortable in the process, but I think if you're brave enough to at least try to look at this objectively you may be able to set aside your defensiveness or shame (Please, please, please - don't feel shame or guilt from these few posts!). 

Let's look at our circumstances and our places of living life as objectively as we can, shall we?  Let's remember, if you're a believer, God is the one with the greatest assessment skills and used those assessment skills to see the need for a Savior.  Let's take a deep breath.-really, take a deep breath .....................and ask some questions about our living spaces, shall we?  Those places we spend our time, not just our homes, but where we do life, our spiritual life, that is.  

If we start with our churches things that are happening in our country might make more sense.

(It is this writer's personal opinion that as goes the church, so goes the country.  If one is hemorrhaging so might the other.  We can debate another timewhich is bleeding out more.  Just bear with me.  You can swirl these words around, chew them up, or just spit them out, that's your right.  But I think if we really want to see change, we have to ask some hard questions in all areas of our lives).

Still with me?  Great!

Here we go.

Take a look around your towns and cities on a weekday.  Which parking lots are fullest?  Which parking lots are empty?

I noticed a few months ago, as I was visiting in the south, the buckle of the Bible belt, as I passed church after church on my way to the store that all the parking lots were empty.  But as I passed a hospital, the parking lot was packed!

Does anyone find that as interesting as I do?

You do!  Oh thank goodness, I thought I was the only one!

Remember those personal assessment questions I asked you in the previous post?  Ask them in relation to your church?  I know your parking lot is always busy, not just on Sunday, I'm asking the other people reading this.  Humor me, would you?

Is your church growing, not in numbers but in the sense of community amongst its members.  Is there anyone in your church or small group (taking into account the larger churches) that would tell their disgruntled ex church member neighbor that there is a plan in place for meeting the spiritual needs of each and every person who walks through the door, from the smallest in faith to the greatest pillar?

If someone were to ask you what steps of faith your church group has taken collectively in the last year, what could you tell them?  Have they paid off a huge debt?  Have they started a ministry for orphans and unwed mothers?  Are they in the process of taking in refugees? (These are examples, people, not tell tale must be done or we're ground hamburger!)

Would you say that you have expanded your circles to include people you didn't know a year ago, but have made it a point to meet someone new each week and have met that goal?

Have you bristled at first at the changes your church has tried, and now a few months or years later, you see the benefit of stepping out of your spiritual comfort zone for the sake of reaching others in your community?

(I know these are tough uncomfortable questions, and I wish I could just skip them, but I think they are important to ask).

What about your parking lot?  Is it empty during the week?  Does the pastor's car sit there sporadically along with the janitor's?  Or are your church's doors swinging day and night?

See, people go where they can get attention.  Where they can be heard, where concern is shown.  That's why hospital parking lots are overflowing during the week and doctor's appointments are so hard to get.  

It's why bars stay open during the day and into the wee hours of the morning.

The church doors are closed.

When the church doors stay closed, people take their worries and fears where they can express them. Where they can be fed and nourished and acknowledged.

There's a lot of expressing going on in the United States right now, wouldn't you agree?

I left the church 16 years ago, because the practices many held did not seem to mirror how I saw Jesus behave when I read his word.  (Taking into account my own issues besides, it's been a battle I wouldn't wish on anyone).  I've been standing in the hall way, looking in the rooms, trying to find the place where I really see him, not just a cheap imitation of him.  (That's painful to write, so it's got to be hitting a nerve for you too, maybe.  I'm sorry, if there was a different way I could get what I think God has shown me without causing pain, I would).

I grieve for our country and where it's headed, but I grieve for God's people even more.  We all have gotten caught up in taking sides, whether by choice or just by birth.  We have taken sides spiritually, politically and sooner or later, there are going to be no sides left to pick.  

How do we get those parking lots full everyday?  What are we willing to do cause a traffic jam at a church's driveway on a Tuesday afternoon, like the ones on the expressway on a Friday afternoon?

There's no perfect church, but there is a perfect God.

The church's ways aren't perfect, but God's are.

If we're brave enough to assess ourselves personally, I hope we're brave enough to take it to the next level.

If my faith is weaker than it was five years ago, wouldn't it make sense that same weak faith would effect those who I live life with?

If my bravery was diminished the moment I saw, as a teenager what happened to someone wanting to sing a new song in place of an old hymn, why should I care about being brave if it's only going to get shot down by those afraid to step out of their comfort zone?

If we're afraid to rock the boat as a leader, why do we expect those we lead to stand up for injustice outside of our circles and on the political stage?  

My heart longs to go where God's people are thriving.  I do so much better with people who spur one another on to bravery and greater faith than being with Debby Downers never willing to try anything new.

(I'm laying my heart out here, friends, please be kind.  If we could meet for lunch I'd share my struggle, I would tell you my whys and show you my journals as God has led me to find my way back into his visible family.  

C. S. Lewis wrote, in Mere Christianity:  

"I hope no reader will suppose that 'Mere Christianity' is here put forward as an alternative to the creeds of the existing communions - as if a man could adopt it in preference to Congregationalism or Greek Orthodoxy or anything else.  It is more like a hall out of which doors open into several rooms.  If I can bring anyone into that hall I shall have done what I attempted.  But it is in the rooms, not in the hall, that there are fires and chairs and meals.  The hall is a place to wait in, a place from which to try the various doors, not a place to live in.  For that purpose the worst of the rooms (whichever that may be) is, I think, preferable.  It is true that some people may find they have to wait in the hall for a considerable time, while others feel certain almost at once which door they must knock at.  I do not know why there is this difference, but I am sure God keeps no one waiting unless He sees that it is good for him to wait.  When you do get into your room you will find that the long wait has done you some kind of good which you would not have had otherwise.  But you must regard it as waiting, not as camping.  You must keep on praying for light; and, of course, even in the hall, you must begin trying to obey the rules which are common to the whole house.  And above all you must be asking which door is the true one; not which pleases you best by its paint and panelling.  In plain language, the question should never be:  'Do I like that kind of service?' but 'Are these doctrines true:  Is holiness here?  Does my conscience move me towards this?  Is my reluctance to knock at this door due to my pride, or my mere taste, or my personal dislike of this particular door keeper?'
    "When you have reached your own room, be kind to those who have chosen different doors and to those who are still in the hall.  If they are wrong they need your prayers all the more, and if they are your enemies, then you are under orders to pray for them.   That is one of the rules common to the whole house."

So, what does your room look like?  Is it warm, with cozy chairs and nourishing meals or is the fire only started once a week, and the chairs stacked after use and paper plates used for baloney sandwiches on stale bread?

The world is ready for a warm fire, a delicious array of food on their plate as they sit in a cozy chair, getting warmed by the fire of common faith and fellowship around a great and beautiful Savior.  They just don't know it yet.

They've been standing in the hall a long time, peering in, finding their excuses not to come in, but longing for someone to invite them with a sincere and humble heart.  Someone who is not uncomfortable not having all the answers, who can keep the fire burning and the plates full when they don't.  Who brings an ottoman to rest their feet on and throws a shawl around their shoulders to snuggle into.  Where there is no fear of a fire going out if they come in, but instead the fire will burn more brightly, it's sparks moving upward and and resting on the others in the hall longing to come in.