Wednesday, October 17, 2012

THE SEX-OBSESSED


It has been recently suggested that my books are “full of sex.” When pressed for an example, the only one offered was the opening story in Flawed by Design, where the prostitute, about to pour her tears upon her Savior’s feet in anguish over her occupation, wrestles in a field before dawn with God—with what He made her. She shakes her breasts in front of Him, daring Him to kill her. Falling to the earth with bitter weeping, she expects a lightning bolt. Instead, she feels His tender compassion.

Many people have written to tell me how this passage moved them to tears—in fact, all the writers have been women. (After ten years, I am still moved to tears whenever re-reading this story.) In my opinion—and in the opinion of many others—this story perfectly introduces a book about being flawed by design.

But what kills it, in the mind of some, is the word “breasts.” Worse, I briefly describe the prostitute’s breasts as being perfect. “I can’t hand out this book to people,” says a friend, “for fear they would stumble at it.”

Oops.
I wonder if this friend, who finds the brief allusions to sex in some of my books so objectionable, has trouble handing out the Bible. He should. If the standard for an “unsharable book” is the mention of sex, the Bible wins hands down. The Bible is full of prostitutes, concubines, penises, breasts, polygamy, seed-spilling, and menstrual cycles. The entire book of Song of Solomon fits the modern-day standards for erotica. In Esther 2:5-7, it is God Himself Who points out, concerning Esther: “The maiden had a lovely shape and was good-looking in appearance.”

By my count, God brings up sex about 1,000 more times than I do. I have a long way to go to catch up with Him. I probably never will; He created sex, and I did not. No wonder He’s so unapologetic about it.


HUMANITY ON DISPLAY, I.E., “HONESTY

What makes my work so different and effective is that I am myself. In the midst of giving you spiritual truth, I tell you about my life. I am not ashamed to be human in every category of life, not just the sexual category. This honesty helps people like my books. I don’t have to work at it, because being myself is the most natural thing in the world to me.  

The only thing worse than an M&M is a sexy female one.
If you were to listen to the old ZenderTalks and read my early books, you would notice two common themes: M&Ms and black coffee. Back in the day, I was passionate about these things and often shared with readers and listeners how these two products helped me through life. It is interesting that no one has ever accused me of being “coffee obsessed,” or “M&M obsessed.” It is only when I mention the word “breast,” or bring up some aspect of feminine beauty, that some people become offended. The conclusion is unavoidable: Those who object to the sexual references but not to these other things believe M&Ms to be good, but sex to be evil. Coffee is pure, but sex is tainted.

This is Gnosticism. (Google it, folks; it ain't pretty.)

As Kingsley G. Bond writes in the foreword to Clyde Pilkington’s book, Due Benevolence: 

It is not surprising that the mistakes of our [religious] past should have given us
a poor view of something that God made and pronounced "good." It is almost
impossible, now, to divest ourselves of the view that sex is an obscenity. However strenuously we try to disturb our prejudice against it, the view is deeply ingrained that sex is a power which exercises a hold over life that is at least dangerous and more likely evil. Containment is the common approach, instead of liberation.

Sex is not a monstrous mistake of the Creator, but something for which we may
expect that God holds a constructive purpose in view. No doubt that purpose is
being served in spite of our upset situation, but how much better if the good for
which this faculty was intended could be pinpointed and its drive directed into
ways that would benefit all.

Sex is in just about everything. This is not bad, but the natural way of things.
Therefore the Christian has to start where the Bible starts, by acknowledging
things as God has given them to us. After all, the whole of life is either male or
female, and of all the instinctive drives that have been given to us, hunger is the
most compelling, but sex is the most pervasive. It naturally touches everything …
Indeed life would be cold, hard, and metallic without it. God did not give us a
sexless world. It is not for us to fight against God’s order of creation, but rather to
seek to know more and find the line of purpose to follow.

Kingsley G. Bond,  
Tidings (1967)

 Clyde Pilkington writes in the same book:

We have a Bible filled with sex. There was clearly a different mindset in Biblical times. There is a different mindset by God. What seems so unusual to us was commonplace within their setting. Our religious society has mastered the art of calling “evil good, and good evil” (Isaiah 5:20). In one sweeping motion, they have taken God’s wonderful gift of sexuality and almost uniformly called it evil.

                                                SEXUAL OBSESSION

This poor guy is sex-obsessed
What is sexual obsession? Remember how I pointed out to you in my book, How to Be Free From Sin While Smoking a Cigarette, that a slave of sin is just as much someone who sins like crazy as someone who tries like crazy not to sin? Slavery to sin requires a fixation on sin—whether to resist or indulge it. The same paradox applies to sex. I make a brief mention of sex in a book or a talk, and the religious reader (the reader for whom sex—in spite of his or her protestations to the contrary—is inherently evil), fixates upon that passage and can’t let it go. I have long since moved on to another topic, but the sex obsessed can’t move on. Why? They are obsessed with sex. I have moved on, but they haven't.

Who is obsessed with sex?

To speak openly about sex is natural. To celebrate feminine beauty (God Himself sets the pace here; read Ruth and The Song of Solomon), is natural. God pronounced the male and the female “good.” To make it evil is yet another ugly by-product of religion that infects even the saints.

Wake up, people
When it comes to human sexuality, I often feel like the most normal, well-adjusted person in the room. I wish this liberation upon all who read. Those who will dare to begin considering sex as God considers it (He considers it “good”) will—paradoxically—find themselves at last delivered from the sexual obsession that has so oddly turned them against the natural marvel of the female breast.  

© 2012 by Martin Zender

(To order Due Benevolence, Clyde Pilkington’s “revelation-a-page” treatise about Biblical sexuality, click here: /http://duebenevolence.com/. It is the best 25 bucks you will ever spend.)


Friday, October 12, 2012

SUFFERING

Trial brings some things besides pain. But mostly, it brings pain. The value of the cross centers upon the suffering of Christ. When we think of the suffering of Christ, we think chiefly of the cross. But I think His worst suffering was Gethsemane. That's when Satan tempted Him to walk away, but when He knew He must walk through.

If God had given Christ an alternative to the cross, He would have taken it. Immediately. Gladly. The value of overcoming trial is proportionate to the realness of the trial. Theoretical trials don't work. If our Lord and Savior does not desperately wish to escape, His staying does not stun us. His obedience is what stuns us. It's the staying. 


Have any of you ever been so beset by a trial that you think it is beyond your endurance to bear it? I'm sure you have. You want it to end, and would even leave the world, if God would grant it. It is that real. Nothing theoretical. But you stay. Staying leaves its mark—on earth, and in heaven. It leaves its mark, too, on the sufferer. Some marks are metaphoric, some literal.  

I am undergoing a trial now that is so severe I cannot start the Revelation show, as I promised. I don't have the emotional capital to be alone in a room talking to a camera and a microphone, even about the great things of God. I don't know when I will again. The great things of God seem less than great to me right now. My view is temporarily dimmed. All I have right now is faith.

Clyde Pilkington would have been a good general in an army. He is a general in the army of Christ. Very few teach the true gospel of Paul full-time in the earth today. Among those who do, Clyde Pilkington is their general. He does not think of himself as such; he is a working general. He is the general in the trench with his troops. He cannot help being what he is; God made him a gifted encourager. 

Dan Sheridan called this morning. No one reading this realizes what Dan Sheridan has undergone these past two years. I did not even realize. Satan has a target on Dan's back; do not judge until you know. Dan went from teaching the gospel of grace full time, to his own Gethsemane, where he has been for two years.

There occurred, this morning, a miraculous three-way conference call between Dan, Clyde and me. It was miraculous because of the respective trials and that the general was on the line. It was miraculous because of what God brings out of trial, when one least expects it—and doesn't even think one wants it.  

The short of this is that Dan and I are reviving the Zender/Sheridan show—tonight. We will record the first show tonight, over the phone, and plan on releasing it Monday, God willing. I have no other details right now.

All of this took place twenty minutes ago. It was born out of trial and pain and the necessity of staying in this trench, staying in this war when Satan would have us out. I cannot now speak alone in an empty room—even about God—but I can speak to my brother about God. And I will. We don't know exactly what we're doing, but we've done it before, so it will come to us. We will talk about the political situation on the earth today, as well as the situation, on earth, of the members of the body of Christ—in the midst of it all. How do we live as strangers in such a strange place? How do we live when our realm is inherent, not here, but among the celestials? Does it matter who is elected on November 6?

Thank you for your prayers, for both Dan and me. Please pray for Clyde as well. Pray for everyone attempting this kind of work. 

Sorry for being away from this blog. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for not forsaking me. 

We will talk as the days progress. 

Watch for an email about the all-new Zender-Sheridan show. 

Watch for the snatching away, when you shall be picked up by strong arms: Christ's.

© 2012 by Martin Zender

Sunday, September 30, 2012

NEW YORK CONFERENCE VIDEO

The conference venue in Seneca Falls, New York, was so first-century--with the exception that not many people wore togas. During my opening remarks on Friday night, I told the congregation, "I think Paul would have spoken at a place exactly like this." Then I added, "In fact, I think Paul did speak here on his way from Corinth to Ephesus." 

Last night was a first. The organizers, Len and Lenny, scheduling no formal speaking slots Saturday night. Instead, we opened the podium to those wishing to share their testimony. Never before had I seen a 7-11 p.m. time slot on a Saturday night, but this proved to be Len and Lenny' stroke of genius. Who sticks around until 11 pm? Everyone. Forty people became a family in a large, rustic living room with a roaring fire. Time disappeared as people shared their lives and trials. Not one person consulted a watch. No clock on the wooden walls marked beginnings or ends. The podium soon became irrelevant, and men and women spoke from their seats. How does it happen that people you have never met become, in so short a time, members of your family? It is the spirit of God, and the intimacy of membership in the body of Christ.  

Here is a slow pan of the well-peopled conference "hall" on Saturday afternoon, as the sun streamed into the east windows. A chill threatened the room, beaten back by the steadily-stoked fire. Clyde read an opening verse for Dan Sheridan as I hit "play," and Dan was quite pleased with the proceedings, as you can see. 



SENECA FALLS, NY, CONFERENCE SITE

Greetings, everyone. This has been one of the most unique conferences ever. There is no way I could possibly tell you everything, here, now. I'm sitting at the kitchen table in the middle of the gorgeous a.m. cacophony of nine people readying themselves for the last sessions this morning. There is a light rain now on the lake, but even that can't help being beautiful.

Many of those in attendance this weekend, I have never met. Many things have happened at this conference, that have never occurred at any other. If I start writing now, I'll fail to properly capture the times and moods. For now, I will share some photos. This evening, look for a video that will communicate the feel better than 1,000 words. I'm running out of time this morning, so I will label these photos later. Please stop back.

Thanks!

Grace and peace,

Martin

(Click on photos to enlarge.)
Clyde Pilkington III, Harsh, Aaron Locker, Andre Sneidar, Nathan Pilkington.

Conference site

Nathan Pilkington

Steve Hill, Aaron Locker, Nathan Pilkington

Cayuga Lake, one of the five "finger lakes" of upstate New York.


                                   

Jon Krause

My sister Kelly and Clyde Pilkington


Len Paganelli, Kelly, Lenny Pappano

James Huff, Wallace Barnett





Clyde Pilkington III, Clyde, James Huff, Wallace Barnett
Aaron Locker


From the back porch of our house


Steve Hill

Dan Sheridan

Jon Krause


Steve Hill, and Kelly

Saturday, September 29, 2012

GRIM LESSONS IN ABOUNDING


Paul writes in Philippians 4:12:

"I learned to be content in that in which I am. I am aware what it is to be humbled as well as aware what it is to be superabounding. In everything and among all am I initiated, to be satisfied as well as to be hungering, to be super-abounding as well as to be in want. For all am I strong in Him Who is invigorating me, Christ!"

We are trying hard here in New York to be humbled, hungering and in want (suffering for the evangel carries such rich future blessing), but it's not working too well. Future blessing is temporarily deferred, I guess, as we luxuriate in our God-appointed digs. Lenny Pappano rented a home for the speakers and their entourage at a lakeside vacation home, so here we are this morning, fellowshipping before a full day of fellowship.

Unfortunately, my wife Rebecca could not make this trip, and she is missed by everyone.

We miss you, Rebecca!

I needed last night at the conference site; it is so great to see the saints. Dan, Clyde and I each gave introductory remarks, but for 90 minutes afterward, all present contributed. The site is rustic and so first-century. The "round-table" discussion went on later and later; no one cared for the time. Several people remarked how badly they needed this this time together. I will take photos of the site and post them tomorrow morning, God willing. In the meantime, here is a photographic log of "the suffering nine."

My sister Kelly.
(Click on photos to enlarge.)
Clyde Pilkington III.
Making the best of things.

Suffering evil for the evangel is such a drag.

Dan Sheridan is in fine fettle this morning.
Wish Lenny had gotten us a better view of Lake Cayuga.
Kelly and Clyde III. And is that Moses?
Not exactly a day and night in the swamp.
Andre Sneidar, Clyde Jr.'s editor, publisher, and friend.
It rained all day yesterday, but today we see the sun.
Clyde Pilkington. 
Aaron Locker spruces up for the day.
Nathan Pilkington with his lover.
Early-morning sun.
Kelly and Clyde's wife, Janet.
What a privilege to work with my brother Clyde.