I can't help but wonder. I think my wife has helped train me this way. She reminds me that everyone has a story and it is difficult (if not impossible) to know who someone is without "sitting at their feet" to listen.
As I sit and eat my lunch at Wendy's on a break from class, I notice there are so many different people all around me. Painters, construction workers, business men/women, sweet old couples sharing a meal together, and some friends catching up over lunch. Looking around, it's easy for me to make assumptions...assumptions about who they are, what they do, and how they might live their lives. It's easy to fall prey to the inclination to judge a book by its' cover and before I know what I've done, assign some worth based on the title revealed on that cover. But, as I'm lost in some state of curiosity and wonder, I'm reminded there is so much more beneath the surface, something much deeper if I were to dare explore the depths of the soul.
There's a story beneath that cover and one I might never fully know. These characters could be in the middle of soaring mountain highs or in the midst of unspeakable valley lows. There is hurt and pain, joy and celebration, tears and suffering, love and hope within the pages turned. I don't know what their "walls would say if they could speak," but I know there is a word of hope even if they have not seen it written yet. There is hope because a new chapter is possible. There is hope because regardless the length of the individual novels, each ultimately finds context in a much larger narrative. There is another story longing to be acknowledged as intersecting their own...a story revealing that the lost are found, the broken are healed, the captive are redeemed, and the dead are raised to new life.
Our identities are shaped by our stories. So I hope when we see people, it's not just the cover that's important but the novel that is written inside. Thankfully there is one who is a greater author than I can ever be and has the power to rewrite all of life, making his story mine!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Living and Breathing Messages of God
Came across this site via a friend...Leads me to think about what message of God comes across through us, as we live out our lives in but not of the world!
According to the test I reflect the book of Psalms...
Which book of the Bible most reflects you?
According to the test I reflect the book of Psalms...
Which book of the Bible most reflects you?
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Living the Language of Blessing
Language is both unique and powerful. Our language automatically reveals information about who we are. It can reveal origin, level of education and cultural influences. It can convey certain values, emotions and beliefs. Whatever we say instantly conveys a particular message to whoever receives it. That message can be positive or negative (in some cases maybe neutral) but it is probable that the words will make some level of impact upon the lives of others.
As people who have chosen to pursue the Christ-life, we are called to live different from the world around us. We are challenged to be in the world but not of it. While we are typically quick to address material issues or even moral actions, we do not usually give equal time to discerning how our language is to be different from other conversations taking place in the world. In much the same way, our language as Christians immediately transmits messages about what we value, about what it means to live a transformed life. I’m not referring to some form of “Christianese” which suggests that we know all the right and good Christian things to say but a language that communicates something meaningful and transforming.
Scripture seems to echo living out a language of blessing. There were priestly blessings spoken on behalf of God upon his people (Num. 6:24-26). The psalms distinguish between two uses for the tongue: praising and cursing. Proverbs contrasts those whose tongues “bring healing” and those who “crush the spirit.” Paul incorporates blessing language into each of his letters and stresses that what comes from our mouths should be for the purpose of building others up (Eph. 4:29f). We are to be encouragers, comforters and urgers, who proclaim God’s invitation to participate in his kingdom and glory (1 Thess. 2). James warns about the power of the tongue and our futile attempts to praise God and curse men in the same breath (James 3). Peter calls us to repay evil not with insult, but with blessing (1 Peter 3). If it was significant in the overarching narrative of Scripture, maybe we should consider its significance for our own lives as we seek to participate in the same narrative. In other words, how can what we say in both public and private settings be shaped by our participation in God’s redemptive story for all of creation?
As Christians, we need to consider what characterizes us. What message are we sending to others about who we are based on the way we communicate with them and with each other? I believe to be different than the world is to live out a language of blessing—to intentionally pursue ways of communicating with people that encourage and build up, allowing others to leave in the peace of Christ. There is merit to meeting people where they are (to talk and act like them in order to build relationships) but it should be balanced by speaking a new word of life into people’s lives counter to the ways of our culture. Our culture suggests that we put each other down, choose sarcasm over intimacy and joke or tease (even at other people’s expense) for the sake of “good natured humor.” It’s not that we cease to have fun and joke with each other but that the teasing and joking does not define who we are and what we are about (identified by percentage of practice) as those seeking to live the Christ-life. Instead we are defined by humility, mercy, putting others above ourselves, and encouraging each other to continue to run the race…instead, we are defined by blessing.
As leaders, we are in unique positions to impact lives throughout our communities, locally and at large. I’m not saying that we do not impact others already because we do, but we need to be more aware of the power language has upon us all and be more intentional about how we use it. We must pursue living a language of blessing with patience because like learning any new language it takes time, effort and consistent immersion in order to begin to communicate clearly and effectively. Therefore, when the world attempts to convince us that leadership is better understood as a position of power and control, we remember and proclaim that Spirit empowered leadership begins and ends in blessing. Thus, it is my hope and prayer that by living a language of blessing we participate in God’s redemptive purposes as we seek to restore, renew and refresh others to the glory of the Lord!
May the Lord bless and keep you, may his face shine upon you and give you peace. To him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy—to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.
As people who have chosen to pursue the Christ-life, we are called to live different from the world around us. We are challenged to be in the world but not of it. While we are typically quick to address material issues or even moral actions, we do not usually give equal time to discerning how our language is to be different from other conversations taking place in the world. In much the same way, our language as Christians immediately transmits messages about what we value, about what it means to live a transformed life. I’m not referring to some form of “Christianese” which suggests that we know all the right and good Christian things to say but a language that communicates something meaningful and transforming.
Scripture seems to echo living out a language of blessing. There were priestly blessings spoken on behalf of God upon his people (Num. 6:24-26). The psalms distinguish between two uses for the tongue: praising and cursing. Proverbs contrasts those whose tongues “bring healing” and those who “crush the spirit.” Paul incorporates blessing language into each of his letters and stresses that what comes from our mouths should be for the purpose of building others up (Eph. 4:29f). We are to be encouragers, comforters and urgers, who proclaim God’s invitation to participate in his kingdom and glory (1 Thess. 2). James warns about the power of the tongue and our futile attempts to praise God and curse men in the same breath (James 3). Peter calls us to repay evil not with insult, but with blessing (1 Peter 3). If it was significant in the overarching narrative of Scripture, maybe we should consider its significance for our own lives as we seek to participate in the same narrative. In other words, how can what we say in both public and private settings be shaped by our participation in God’s redemptive story for all of creation?
As Christians, we need to consider what characterizes us. What message are we sending to others about who we are based on the way we communicate with them and with each other? I believe to be different than the world is to live out a language of blessing—to intentionally pursue ways of communicating with people that encourage and build up, allowing others to leave in the peace of Christ. There is merit to meeting people where they are (to talk and act like them in order to build relationships) but it should be balanced by speaking a new word of life into people’s lives counter to the ways of our culture. Our culture suggests that we put each other down, choose sarcasm over intimacy and joke or tease (even at other people’s expense) for the sake of “good natured humor.” It’s not that we cease to have fun and joke with each other but that the teasing and joking does not define who we are and what we are about (identified by percentage of practice) as those seeking to live the Christ-life. Instead we are defined by humility, mercy, putting others above ourselves, and encouraging each other to continue to run the race…instead, we are defined by blessing.
As leaders, we are in unique positions to impact lives throughout our communities, locally and at large. I’m not saying that we do not impact others already because we do, but we need to be more aware of the power language has upon us all and be more intentional about how we use it. We must pursue living a language of blessing with patience because like learning any new language it takes time, effort and consistent immersion in order to begin to communicate clearly and effectively. Therefore, when the world attempts to convince us that leadership is better understood as a position of power and control, we remember and proclaim that Spirit empowered leadership begins and ends in blessing. Thus, it is my hope and prayer that by living a language of blessing we participate in God’s redemptive purposes as we seek to restore, renew and refresh others to the glory of the Lord!
May the Lord bless and keep you, may his face shine upon you and give you peace. To him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy—to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Divorce Party
Imagine receiving this invitation in the mail: "You are invited to join me as we officially celebrate the dissolution of my marriage...yep, you guessed it, I'm having a divorce party!"
I heard a segment on the Today Show this morning about this very thing and I found it to be very shocking. As a Christian it is hard to understand having a party to celebrate divorce but apparently it is an increasing trend. It is described as a "rite of passage" for a person to re-declare their independence and proclaim that part of life over, surrounded by supportive friends and family who are there to love and help them through the process. It's difficult to have the answers when wading through the murky waters of divorce, yet I can't help but feel that such "parties" further serve to trivialize the covenant commitment of marriage as it was and is intended. The end of marriage should not be viewed as festive but as a reality check that we live in a fallen world. I wonder if this speaks a word to how we as Christians can love and support people facing issues of divorce, especially if there needs to be a celebration to otherwise receive it. Here's a link explaining more on this lastest hot topic...
I heard a segment on the Today Show this morning about this very thing and I found it to be very shocking. As a Christian it is hard to understand having a party to celebrate divorce but apparently it is an increasing trend. It is described as a "rite of passage" for a person to re-declare their independence and proclaim that part of life over, surrounded by supportive friends and family who are there to love and help them through the process. It's difficult to have the answers when wading through the murky waters of divorce, yet I can't help but feel that such "parties" further serve to trivialize the covenant commitment of marriage as it was and is intended. The end of marriage should not be viewed as festive but as a reality check that we live in a fallen world. I wonder if this speaks a word to how we as Christians can love and support people facing issues of divorce, especially if there needs to be a celebration to otherwise receive it. Here's a link explaining more on this lastest hot topic...
Monday, October 10, 2005
A Picture of Christ
What does it mean to be a servant?
Sure, it means loving others, putting their needs above my own, humbly doing the unseen things. But, what does it mean to be a servant? Of course it means showing others Christ, washing feet, and providing a cup of cold water. But, what does it really mean to be a servant?
Several months ago now, when Sara and I were searching for a place to live we came across the house we currently live in. It was in our price range, and had certain characteristics we valued in a house, but it was in an area of town that some people said we shouldn't move to. An area of town with lower income families, poorer school districts and where people might not be as friendly. We made a conscious decision that we wanted to be in just such a place in order to serve and minister to others. So we began the process of buying the house.
As we were moving in we talked about wanting to be friendly neighbors. We wanted it to be obvious to those around us who we served. I wanted badly to find ways to show our neighbors around us a picture of Christ, at least a glimpse of his love, his grace and his compassion. So, we began visiting with some of our neighbors as we had opportunity, building relationships in hope we might get the chance to reveal the one we serve. Neighbors however, can be difficult because they are not always like me, don't always share the same values and don't always live for the same God. With one neighbor in particular it became obvious that it would be a little more difficult to get to know him. He's 33 years old with a wife and two kids but he's probably better described as a rebel. He's a mechanic who's into racing (I don't know the first thing about racing) and he is a little rough around the edges. For example, in our second conversation together he asked what I did for a living and I told him I was a minister at a church in Reidland. His immediate response was, "well brother, you're in the wrong neighborhood. I enjoy my drinking, smoking and having a good time." When I talk to him, he kind of leaves me scratching my head...
Then came a day like yesterday. We were laying down for some rest in the afternoon because we were tired from a long weekend of being at the ZOE conference (at which we even explored what it meant to be Jesus to others), when I heard some strange noises in our backyard. It sounded like some kind of engine rumbling back and forth. I got up, went to the window and peeked through the blinds. There coming around the corner on his lawnmower was my neighbor!
See, we were having some difficulties with our lawnmower and weren't able to mow the lawn the last two weeks. The grass had grown pretty well over that period of time and it desperately needed to be cut. Turns out this neighbor noticed we had been having trouble and decided to give us a hand by mowing our lawn, no questions asked. I was blown away. This man isn't a Christian, doesn't share the same values and doesn't live for the same God I do, but he's the one out on the lawnmower. All this time I've been wondering how I could show them a glimpse of Jesus, but in the end it is my rebel, smoking, tattooed, rough around the edges neighbor who revealed to me a picture of Christ!
Jesus came to our house yesterday, but he wasn't riding on a donkey. Instead he was riding a craftsman lawnmower!
Lord, make me a servant...
Sure, it means loving others, putting their needs above my own, humbly doing the unseen things. But, what does it mean to be a servant? Of course it means showing others Christ, washing feet, and providing a cup of cold water. But, what does it really mean to be a servant?
Several months ago now, when Sara and I were searching for a place to live we came across the house we currently live in. It was in our price range, and had certain characteristics we valued in a house, but it was in an area of town that some people said we shouldn't move to. An area of town with lower income families, poorer school districts and where people might not be as friendly. We made a conscious decision that we wanted to be in just such a place in order to serve and minister to others. So we began the process of buying the house.
As we were moving in we talked about wanting to be friendly neighbors. We wanted it to be obvious to those around us who we served. I wanted badly to find ways to show our neighbors around us a picture of Christ, at least a glimpse of his love, his grace and his compassion. So, we began visiting with some of our neighbors as we had opportunity, building relationships in hope we might get the chance to reveal the one we serve. Neighbors however, can be difficult because they are not always like me, don't always share the same values and don't always live for the same God. With one neighbor in particular it became obvious that it would be a little more difficult to get to know him. He's 33 years old with a wife and two kids but he's probably better described as a rebel. He's a mechanic who's into racing (I don't know the first thing about racing) and he is a little rough around the edges. For example, in our second conversation together he asked what I did for a living and I told him I was a minister at a church in Reidland. His immediate response was, "well brother, you're in the wrong neighborhood. I enjoy my drinking, smoking and having a good time." When I talk to him, he kind of leaves me scratching my head...
Then came a day like yesterday. We were laying down for some rest in the afternoon because we were tired from a long weekend of being at the ZOE conference (at which we even explored what it meant to be Jesus to others), when I heard some strange noises in our backyard. It sounded like some kind of engine rumbling back and forth. I got up, went to the window and peeked through the blinds. There coming around the corner on his lawnmower was my neighbor!
See, we were having some difficulties with our lawnmower and weren't able to mow the lawn the last two weeks. The grass had grown pretty well over that period of time and it desperately needed to be cut. Turns out this neighbor noticed we had been having trouble and decided to give us a hand by mowing our lawn, no questions asked. I was blown away. This man isn't a Christian, doesn't share the same values and doesn't live for the same God I do, but he's the one out on the lawnmower. All this time I've been wondering how I could show them a glimpse of Jesus, but in the end it is my rebel, smoking, tattooed, rough around the edges neighbor who revealed to me a picture of Christ!
Jesus came to our house yesterday, but he wasn't riding on a donkey. Instead he was riding a craftsman lawnmower!
Lord, make me a servant...
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Follow Mercy's Lead
I was blessed Sunday with my first opportunity to preach since we arrived at Reidland eight weeks ago. It's always a humbling experience to be used as a mouthpiece for the heart of God. At least the hope is that His words become mine and His heart pours forth in the words I speak. I shared about Jesus calling Matthew to follow him and the subsequent feasting at Matthew's house with tax collectors and sinners (Matt. 9). I attempted to convey that Jesus exemplified a life of mercy and he calls us to be transformed into a people of mercy so that daily we choose to "follow mercy's lead." The difficulty is that many times for us this is a whole new way to live. This is new wine for new wineskins and sometimes the message of mercy can be intimidating to us. Here is a section of the sermon I found to be powerful for me...
When we follow mercy's lead we are led to welcome all people to recline at the table and enjoy the feast! Praise God. May mercy lead...
Yet once again I hear the words of that pesky Paul and I get a little queasy to my stomach when he says “Follow me as I follow Christ” because I’m instantly reminded of Jesus’ own radically life-changing words, “Whoever comes after me must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me.” Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m ready to do that because deep down I have at least a small inkling of where mercy might lead—I can’t help but remember I’ve seen glimpses before, because:
When Mercy Leads…a woman at the well, an outsider cast to the outskirts of meaningful society tastes the sweetness of her own humanity again.
When Mercy Leads…stones hit the ground as a woman condemned in the eyes of many now stands in the freedom of the broken shackles of her scarlet past.
When Mercy Leads…a man resigned to a life of leprosy unfamiliar with even the closeness of a 10-foot pole feels the tender touch of healing and acceptance
When Mercy Leads…a table is prepared with the finest feast and the host eats and drinks with tax collectors and sinners for all are welcomed in the presence of Jesus
Maybe you see why I’m a little hesitant today to follow Matthew and Paul as they follow Christ, maybe you’re feeling a little hesitant too. For if we choose to leave the bubble of our comfortable booth to follow this journey defined by mercy we might very well find ourselves in places we have never been. If you envision those brand new garments as pearly white robes don’t get your hopes up because it is highly probable that on this path we will get more dirty than we originally anticipated. For this is a road less traveled and many turn back when they see the sign…Warning, comfort zones will be shattered! Our only choice is whether or not to follow because in choosing to, the once seemingly simple choice quickly becomes intense command. In fact, compared to this radical way of life Jesus calls us to the booth might feel all the more comfortable because it’s where we’ve always been, it’s what we’re used to, it’s where we’re in control, but together by the power of the Spirit within us I believe we can pursue this kind of Christ-life.
When we follow mercy's lead we are led to welcome all people to recline at the table and enjoy the feast! Praise God. May mercy lead...
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sweet Smelling Aroma
Who is my neighbor?
One thing I never really took into account as a rookie homeowner is exactly who my neighbors would be. I didn’t think too hard about how who they are and how they live might affect life for me. However, it has not taken long to realize I don’t have much choice. If I were to choose my neighbors, they might look an awful lot more like me. They might share similar interests, similar values, similar noise tolerances, similar bed-times, maybe even similar care for lawn appearances. But, I’m not the one to choose. They come and go as they please. They are who they are and it might be better that they are not like me.
Who is my neighbor?
The other day I had an experience with another “neighbor” I also did not choose. His name is Jan. Jan is at what I would consider to be a tough place in life. He has some mental issues (schizophrenia and probably others) so that he is a little off his rocker, can’t really support or take care of himself, and likes to call on his “friends” at the Reidland Church whenever he needs something big or small. If I’m honest, he can be pretty annoying and if one didn’t know better he could easily be profiled a stalker, but, he is still a human being with needs.
This time he needed to pick something up from social services (something about a pillow and a teddy bear). So myself, and our church secretary left to go pick the items up from the center to take to him. His house (self-described as the prettiest one in all of Paducah) was a run down mess yet boasting all the colors of the rainbow. As we pulled up (in the rain) he was sitting on his porch, shirtless with ripped jean shorts and long shaggy hair, smoking a cigarette. The best way I can describe him is to picture Tom Hanks’ character toward the end of “Castaway” before he gets rescued off the island! I carried the sack of “goodies” from the car to the porch but Jan asked me to come inside for a minute. I couldn’t help but feel a little on edge not knowing what to expect.
The inside was dirty, smelly and there was a picnic table in the living area as furniture. A few animals scurried around. One small “weenie” dog in particular started jumping up my leg. Jan said, “that’s Sassy…ya want to meeeet his wiiife?! (accent included) As he said so, he pulled another dog from behind the couch holding her high for me to see. He held her so that he could peek under her belly and exclaimed, “she’s preg-nant!” Unsure of exactly how to respond I said, “well, it’s nice to meet her.” Then he introduced me to his “wheelchair friend” Chris who was there visiting. I said hello but proceeded to inform them that I needed to leave.
As I turned Chris asked, “will you at least pray with us before you go?” How am I supposed to turn down a request like that…so I began to pray with them… “God, thank you for providing these things and thank you that we were able to bring these items to…(before I could say his name Jan exclaimed…to Jan! and to Chris!)…yes to Jan and to Chris. And I pray that you will bless them…(Jan interrupted again—we need to pray that you drive home safe in the rain cause the roads are slick)…and for our safety. Thank you for our time together…Amen.”
They both expressed their gratitude but Jan had something else in mind… “Mike, I’ve got something else for you!” Before I knew what was happening Jan reached for a bottle and started spraying me with cologne. I tried to turn and move out of the way but just a few seconds created a smell that lasted the day. I can now look back and reflect that Jan simply wanted me to leave in the aroma of Christ! Needless to say, it was quite an experience…
Who is my neighbor?
I don’t always want to admit it but my neighbors are much more than who is defined by geography or location. And, it remains the same that when it comes to neighbors I don’t get to choose. These neighbors still come and go as they please. That day, Jan was my neighbor and he reminded me that I was blessed with the opportunity to be a sweet smelling aroma of Christ to him. He’s not like me, he’s different, he’s even a little unsettling at times, but he is still another wonderful creation of the Creator who created you and me to be neighbors.
God, help me be open to loving the “Jan’s” of the world as I pursue the call you have for all of us to “love your neighbor!”
One thing I never really took into account as a rookie homeowner is exactly who my neighbors would be. I didn’t think too hard about how who they are and how they live might affect life for me. However, it has not taken long to realize I don’t have much choice. If I were to choose my neighbors, they might look an awful lot more like me. They might share similar interests, similar values, similar noise tolerances, similar bed-times, maybe even similar care for lawn appearances. But, I’m not the one to choose. They come and go as they please. They are who they are and it might be better that they are not like me.
Who is my neighbor?
The other day I had an experience with another “neighbor” I also did not choose. His name is Jan. Jan is at what I would consider to be a tough place in life. He has some mental issues (schizophrenia and probably others) so that he is a little off his rocker, can’t really support or take care of himself, and likes to call on his “friends” at the Reidland Church whenever he needs something big or small. If I’m honest, he can be pretty annoying and if one didn’t know better he could easily be profiled a stalker, but, he is still a human being with needs.
This time he needed to pick something up from social services (something about a pillow and a teddy bear). So myself, and our church secretary left to go pick the items up from the center to take to him. His house (self-described as the prettiest one in all of Paducah) was a run down mess yet boasting all the colors of the rainbow. As we pulled up (in the rain) he was sitting on his porch, shirtless with ripped jean shorts and long shaggy hair, smoking a cigarette. The best way I can describe him is to picture Tom Hanks’ character toward the end of “Castaway” before he gets rescued off the island! I carried the sack of “goodies” from the car to the porch but Jan asked me to come inside for a minute. I couldn’t help but feel a little on edge not knowing what to expect.
The inside was dirty, smelly and there was a picnic table in the living area as furniture. A few animals scurried around. One small “weenie” dog in particular started jumping up my leg. Jan said, “that’s Sassy…ya want to meeeet his wiiife?! (accent included) As he said so, he pulled another dog from behind the couch holding her high for me to see. He held her so that he could peek under her belly and exclaimed, “she’s preg-nant!” Unsure of exactly how to respond I said, “well, it’s nice to meet her.” Then he introduced me to his “wheelchair friend” Chris who was there visiting. I said hello but proceeded to inform them that I needed to leave.
As I turned Chris asked, “will you at least pray with us before you go?” How am I supposed to turn down a request like that…so I began to pray with them… “God, thank you for providing these things and thank you that we were able to bring these items to…(before I could say his name Jan exclaimed…to Jan! and to Chris!)…yes to Jan and to Chris. And I pray that you will bless them…(Jan interrupted again—we need to pray that you drive home safe in the rain cause the roads are slick)…and for our safety. Thank you for our time together…Amen.”
They both expressed their gratitude but Jan had something else in mind… “Mike, I’ve got something else for you!” Before I knew what was happening Jan reached for a bottle and started spraying me with cologne. I tried to turn and move out of the way but just a few seconds created a smell that lasted the day. I can now look back and reflect that Jan simply wanted me to leave in the aroma of Christ! Needless to say, it was quite an experience…
Who is my neighbor?
I don’t always want to admit it but my neighbors are much more than who is defined by geography or location. And, it remains the same that when it comes to neighbors I don’t get to choose. These neighbors still come and go as they please. That day, Jan was my neighbor and he reminded me that I was blessed with the opportunity to be a sweet smelling aroma of Christ to him. He’s not like me, he’s different, he’s even a little unsettling at times, but he is still another wonderful creation of the Creator who created you and me to be neighbors.
God, help me be open to loving the “Jan’s” of the world as I pursue the call you have for all of us to “love your neighbor!”
Monday, September 12, 2005
Table Talk
I shared these comments at service yesterday in connection with the Lord's Supper...
Welcome to the Table of the Lord! It is not just I who welcome you to the table, but it is the Lord. It is the Lord who welcomes you to a table in which all are invited to gather around. A table with no regard for social status, economic prosperity, race or level of education but open to all who are redeemed through the blood of Jesus Christ. It is here that we lay our differences aside because our unity is found in someone greater than ourselves. Here, there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for we are all one in Christ. And it is Jesus who, much like he did with his disciples, invites us to recline at this table of redemption, to receive the meal seasoned with grace which has been prepared for us. It is to remember him yes, but more than that it is to celebrate because the one we commune with is the Risen Lord! Praise God the tomb didn’t have the final word. So, together as we gather around the table, let us taste freedom and let us rejoice!
So Come…Welcome to the Table of the Lord!
Welcome to the Table of the Lord! It is not just I who welcome you to the table, but it is the Lord. It is the Lord who welcomes you to a table in which all are invited to gather around. A table with no regard for social status, economic prosperity, race or level of education but open to all who are redeemed through the blood of Jesus Christ. It is here that we lay our differences aside because our unity is found in someone greater than ourselves. Here, there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for we are all one in Christ. And it is Jesus who, much like he did with his disciples, invites us to recline at this table of redemption, to receive the meal seasoned with grace which has been prepared for us. It is to remember him yes, but more than that it is to celebrate because the one we commune with is the Risen Lord! Praise God the tomb didn’t have the final word. So, together as we gather around the table, let us taste freedom and let us rejoice!
So Come…Welcome to the Table of the Lord!
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Parenthood
As of a couple weeks ago we have become proud parents. I know what you are thinking...What about the nine month process? Well, what can I say...we are fast! His name is Topaz and as you can see he is a blonde labradoodle. That's right...you don't have to rub your eyes to make sure you see the name clearly...a labradoodle is a lab/poodle mix. Please hold your snickers. One of the wonderful traits of a pure bred labradoodle is that they do not shed, making it a more house friendly animal with less allergens. We are happy to have him as a part of our family. Now if we can just get him through this period of seperation anxiety! Oh, and despite his size he is only eleven months old. We like to refer to him as our "little" horse.
Don't forget to say hello...
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Home Sweet Home
Well...the past few weeks have been a blur, but I might have a minute to breathe, at least a second anyway. We have made it to Kentucky, begun setting up our "nest," and started work at the church. So far it has been great and everyone has been so gracious. We have been welcomed with open arms and Reidland is beginning to feel like home already. I hope to keep up the posting now that things have settled down and I can obtain a certain level of normalcy...who am I kidding? Anyway, I am excited about what is to come at Reidland and of our lives in Paducah, Kentucky. May God be glorified!
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Two Years Toward a Lifetime
Today is a glorious day! Not because it is sunny outside with blue skies, or because there is a cool breeze for a change, but because today I can celebrate two wonderful years with my beautfiful bride. It has been quite an experience with both of us being in graduate school for our first two years of marriage but I know the memories will last a lifetime. We are looking forward to sharing life together outside of school and greatly anticipate the new beginnings in Kentucky.
Sara, I love you! You are a blessing each and every day...You are worth "far more than rubies."
Sara, I love you! You are a blessing each and every day...You are worth "far more than rubies."
Monday, July 25, 2005
Reflections on Fish
The following reflection was initiated by a friend's comment about a lake stocked with catfish for catch/release fishing.
What if we thought about fishing from the perspective of the prey instead of the predator? A fish, when hooked, has to know that something is seriously wrong. First, there is this extreme pain in the lip and a sudden tug. Then as if that is not enough, there is the instantaneous burst into hyper-speed as the fish goes sailing through the water. Even if they had never been hooked up to this point in their existence, they had to have heard stories from the rest of the fish community. As they go careening through the depths to the unknown I wonder what they are thinking.
Life flashes before their eyes and as they get reeled up into what is sure to be certain doom, the hook is removed, they get launched into the air and before they know it they are breathing life once again. What a whirlwind of emotions. They were caught in the grip of death, only to be rescued and allowed to taste the sweetness of freedom instead. Only later do they realize there is still a hole in their lip which serves as a daily reminder of that point in their life. I'm not sure if that hole reminds them more about the glorious day they were redeemed or how dumb they were to get hooked in the first place. Either way, they'll remember!
I want to resist stretching this too far, but we have all been "hooked" by one thing or another in our lives that seems enticing at the time. The difference is that we are redeemed by someone greater than your average fisherman. Even though the shackles have been removed and we are able to taste freedom, many times we are left with some kind of hole to serve as a reminder of who and what we were in our past. The hope is that the hole we have in our lives will not remain empty forever, but will be filled by the one who loves us so much to redeem us. I pray we'll remember!
May we live each day as the redeemed!
What if we thought about fishing from the perspective of the prey instead of the predator? A fish, when hooked, has to know that something is seriously wrong. First, there is this extreme pain in the lip and a sudden tug. Then as if that is not enough, there is the instantaneous burst into hyper-speed as the fish goes sailing through the water. Even if they had never been hooked up to this point in their existence, they had to have heard stories from the rest of the fish community. As they go careening through the depths to the unknown I wonder what they are thinking.
Life flashes before their eyes and as they get reeled up into what is sure to be certain doom, the hook is removed, they get launched into the air and before they know it they are breathing life once again. What a whirlwind of emotions. They were caught in the grip of death, only to be rescued and allowed to taste the sweetness of freedom instead. Only later do they realize there is still a hole in their lip which serves as a daily reminder of that point in their life. I'm not sure if that hole reminds them more about the glorious day they were redeemed or how dumb they were to get hooked in the first place. Either way, they'll remember!
I want to resist stretching this too far, but we have all been "hooked" by one thing or another in our lives that seems enticing at the time. The difference is that we are redeemed by someone greater than your average fisherman. Even though the shackles have been removed and we are able to taste freedom, many times we are left with some kind of hole to serve as a reminder of who and what we were in our past. The hope is that the hole we have in our lives will not remain empty forever, but will be filled by the one who loves us so much to redeem us. I pray we'll remember!
May we live each day as the redeemed!
Friday, July 15, 2005
Closer, Closing and Closed
It's a done deal! Sara and I have officially signed our lives away and the lives of our future children...what a sobering reality. However, we will not let the magnitude of our decision deter our excitement. Say it with me...we are homeowners! Next stop, Paducah, Kentucky...
Another week has passed and we are closer than before to moving. So much left to do. We are having a garage sale tomorrow to satisfy our feeble attempts to simplify, okay and because we don't want to move as much stuff. Only three more weeks. Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines and let the packing begin!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
What's a Life Worth
Sara and I finally watched the movie Hotel Rwanda the other night with some friends. We had avoided watching it to this point fearing its unsettling content. For those who don't know about the movie it is an unbelievable depiction of a sickening and tragic event in our world's history. Here's a synopsis of the film:
Even more disturbing than the gruesomeness of the event itself was the aspect that the world knew what was going on and chose to ignore it. The value of life was determined before it was ever lost and the response was that it wasn't worth the effort. Who are we to determine how much a life is or is not worth? This is a movie and a story we all need to be aware of.
In class at church the next morning we experienced a real life story of someone similar to that of Rwanda. A woman from Liberia shared her testimony as a believer and a refugee caught in the middle of a war in 1990. It was a powerful story of hope and faith in the midst of intense savagery and persecution. Her father was a minister and one of few Christians in a Muslim community hated for his beliefs. However, his home became known as a house of hospitality for all people, important military and government officials included. Even though they hated his family they wouldn't turn down their hospitality and a good meal. He continued to tell his family to love these people despite the hate for their Christian beliefs. When the war began this man's family was on the list to be executed for their convictions. Before they were murdered, an official came up to the house and proclaimed to the soldiers not to kill this man and his family because of their kindness and hospitality. He said, "they paid for my schooling when I was poor and could not afford it and their home is our home." Because of his intervention the soldiers spared their lives and left.
I can't imagine what life is like for people in these places because I know I have never experienced persecution like they have. It is people like the hotel manager and this woman from Liberia that shame me for my lack of courage in much less life-threatening situations. They have lived at the doorstep of death and chosen courage over fear and hope over despair. They, more than I, understand the confusing message in Scripture that there is joy in suffering. Who are we to determine what life is worth...for it is people such as these that remind us that life is...priceless!
May our eyes be open to those around us and may we see and experience life through His eyes!
Don Cheadle gives "the performance of a lifetime" (Los Angeles Times) in this "remarkable" (Newsweek) and "inspiring" (Chicago Tribune) true story of one man's brave stance against savagery during the 1994 Rwandan conflict. Co-starring Sophie Okonedo, Nick Nolte and Joaquin Phoenix, Hotel Rwanda is "the kind of film that can change the world" (Joel Siegel, "Good Morning America").
As his country descends into madness, five-star hotel manager Paul Rusesabagina (Cheadle) sets out to save his family. But when he sees that the world will not intervene in the massacre of minority Tutsis, he finds the courage to open his hotel to over 1,200 refugees. Now, with a rabid militia at the gates, he has only his wits and words to help keep them alive another hour, another day.
Even more disturbing than the gruesomeness of the event itself was the aspect that the world knew what was going on and chose to ignore it. The value of life was determined before it was ever lost and the response was that it wasn't worth the effort. Who are we to determine how much a life is or is not worth? This is a movie and a story we all need to be aware of.
In class at church the next morning we experienced a real life story of someone similar to that of Rwanda. A woman from Liberia shared her testimony as a believer and a refugee caught in the middle of a war in 1990. It was a powerful story of hope and faith in the midst of intense savagery and persecution. Her father was a minister and one of few Christians in a Muslim community hated for his beliefs. However, his home became known as a house of hospitality for all people, important military and government officials included. Even though they hated his family they wouldn't turn down their hospitality and a good meal. He continued to tell his family to love these people despite the hate for their Christian beliefs. When the war began this man's family was on the list to be executed for their convictions. Before they were murdered, an official came up to the house and proclaimed to the soldiers not to kill this man and his family because of their kindness and hospitality. He said, "they paid for my schooling when I was poor and could not afford it and their home is our home." Because of his intervention the soldiers spared their lives and left.
I can't imagine what life is like for people in these places because I know I have never experienced persecution like they have. It is people like the hotel manager and this woman from Liberia that shame me for my lack of courage in much less life-threatening situations. They have lived at the doorstep of death and chosen courage over fear and hope over despair. They, more than I, understand the confusing message in Scripture that there is joy in suffering. Who are we to determine what life is worth...for it is people such as these that remind us that life is...priceless!
May our eyes be open to those around us and may we see and experience life through His eyes!
Friday, July 08, 2005
Destination Kentucky
This post is probably a long time in coming...
How easy it is to want to plan out our lives in detail. I wouldn't consider myself a strong A-type personality (at least not as strong as my wife) but I must confess I like to have a plan. I like to have a purpose, even if that purpose from time to time is to accomplish nothing of importance at all. I guess it has something to do with our innate desire to be in control and to plan for the future. So much of what we do in our lifetime centers around looking toward what lies ahead. When we are small we dream of what we will be when we grow up. When we are grown we plan for marriage, we plan for pregnancy, we acquire insurance to offset whatever the future holds. We invest money for that rainy day, plan for our children's future education, and hope and pray for that day when retirement finally comes. And we all have a plan, some vision of how the pieces come together to create a finished portrait.
A few months ago, Sara and I thought we already knew what some of the pieces would look like as we planned for our final year in Abilene. But as usual, just when I think I am completely in control of my life, God proves to me otherwise and once again I learn the lifelong lesson that my life is not mine to control. A lot has unfolded in the last few months for our little family of two in which the majority of those events have led us to an upcoming relocation. Thus, Destination Kentucky!
Honestly, I never planned on moving to Kentucky or even to a town called Paducah but that is exactly where we find ourselves and we couldn't be more excited about it. The move has come about because I accepted a position as Associate Minister at the Reidland Church of Christ there in Paducah, Kentucky. A lot was involved to bring us to this point but now our move is only about a month away. It seems like time has flown by so fast. Anybody who has moved from one place to another can realize that this is a bitter sweet time for us...bitter because we are leaving some close friends and family behind but sweet because we are starting a new chapter in our lives as we become a part of a new family, working side by side to minister with and to and to love people whoever and wherever they are. I believe God has prepared us for this next step even if it was not included in our "original picture." Nevertheless, if we walk forward in faith to be his hands, his feet, and his body broken for a broken world it will only be by his strength, his grace, and his love at work through and within us. It won't be long now Reidland family, at least according to our plan!
Please pray for Sara's job situation. While she has some opportunities that are exciting we ask for God's guidance and direction through the process. Lord, in all things may we give You glory!
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight! Prov. 3:5-6
How easy it is to want to plan out our lives in detail. I wouldn't consider myself a strong A-type personality (at least not as strong as my wife) but I must confess I like to have a plan. I like to have a purpose, even if that purpose from time to time is to accomplish nothing of importance at all. I guess it has something to do with our innate desire to be in control and to plan for the future. So much of what we do in our lifetime centers around looking toward what lies ahead. When we are small we dream of what we will be when we grow up. When we are grown we plan for marriage, we plan for pregnancy, we acquire insurance to offset whatever the future holds. We invest money for that rainy day, plan for our children's future education, and hope and pray for that day when retirement finally comes. And we all have a plan, some vision of how the pieces come together to create a finished portrait.
A few months ago, Sara and I thought we already knew what some of the pieces would look like as we planned for our final year in Abilene. But as usual, just when I think I am completely in control of my life, God proves to me otherwise and once again I learn the lifelong lesson that my life is not mine to control. A lot has unfolded in the last few months for our little family of two in which the majority of those events have led us to an upcoming relocation. Thus, Destination Kentucky!
Honestly, I never planned on moving to Kentucky or even to a town called Paducah but that is exactly where we find ourselves and we couldn't be more excited about it. The move has come about because I accepted a position as Associate Minister at the Reidland Church of Christ there in Paducah, Kentucky. A lot was involved to bring us to this point but now our move is only about a month away. It seems like time has flown by so fast. Anybody who has moved from one place to another can realize that this is a bitter sweet time for us...bitter because we are leaving some close friends and family behind but sweet because we are starting a new chapter in our lives as we become a part of a new family, working side by side to minister with and to and to love people whoever and wherever they are. I believe God has prepared us for this next step even if it was not included in our "original picture." Nevertheless, if we walk forward in faith to be his hands, his feet, and his body broken for a broken world it will only be by his strength, his grace, and his love at work through and within us. It won't be long now Reidland family, at least according to our plan!
Please pray for Sara's job situation. While she has some opportunities that are exciting we ask for God's guidance and direction through the process. Lord, in all things may we give You glory!
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight! Prov. 3:5-6
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Bird's Eye View
Thanks to my friend Travis for exposing me to such a fun site. Enjoy these Satellite views of places I have been courtesy of Google Maps Beta.
Where I grew up in Texas
My Parents house in Florida
Where we live now in Abilene: Sherrod Apartments
Where we will be in August: Reidland Church of Christ
Where I grew up in Texas
My Parents house in Florida
Where we live now in Abilene: Sherrod Apartments
Where we will be in August: Reidland Church of Christ
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Congregational Resource
A new website connected with some people at ACU has been unveiled recently to provide resources to churches interested in pursuing the missional implications of being a community of God in our time and context. I think it will be a helpful intersection of dialogue for all of us who seek to be a "distinct community who participates in the life of God for the sake of the world." If you get a chance, check it out!
www.saltandlightresources.com
May we be a living community who daily demonstrates the love and reign of God!
To Him be Glory
www.saltandlightresources.com
May we be a living community who daily demonstrates the love and reign of God!
To Him be Glory
Monday, April 04, 2005
Peace in the Midst
Sara and I went to Stream in the Desert with some friends this weekend in Midland, TX. For those who don't know Stream is a renewal conference unique to West Texas. In many ways it was a good escape and allowed us to catch our breath before heading down April's home stretch. Mike Cope was the guest speaker for the conference and as usual, he did a wonderful job. I think the part that impacted me most was what he shared in the Sunday morning session. Here's my take:
We all want peace. In fact, many times we long for it. Sometimes, however, we have unreal expectations of what peace is and what it should look like in our lives. Mike reminded us that peace, contrary to popular belief, is not the absence of pain but the promise of presence! This life is full of both mountains and valleys, good times and bad. In this world suffering is a reality. We all experience it at different times and in different ways. The good news we have to share with hurting people in the midst of brokenness and suffering is not the "health and wealth" message that in Christ everything comes up roses, but the message of everlasting peace. God has not abandoned his people. We may never understand why bad things happen or why people suffer but one thing is certain: We have the promise of his presence! Wherever we are, he joins us in the midst. O' Emmanuel...God with us! That, my friends, is the peace that passes all understanding.
Lord, continue to fill us with your peace.
We all want peace. In fact, many times we long for it. Sometimes, however, we have unreal expectations of what peace is and what it should look like in our lives. Mike reminded us that peace, contrary to popular belief, is not the absence of pain but the promise of presence! This life is full of both mountains and valleys, good times and bad. In this world suffering is a reality. We all experience it at different times and in different ways. The good news we have to share with hurting people in the midst of brokenness and suffering is not the "health and wealth" message that in Christ everything comes up roses, but the message of everlasting peace. God has not abandoned his people. We may never understand why bad things happen or why people suffer but one thing is certain: We have the promise of his presence! Wherever we are, he joins us in the midst. O' Emmanuel...God with us! That, my friends, is the peace that passes all understanding.
Lord, continue to fill us with your peace.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Stop Masquerading and Start Unveiling
It's easy to get caught up in fairytales. Something about them can draw us in. Maybe it is the idea that within the limitless boundaries of make-believe our imagination can run wild. Maybe at times we are just suckers for happy endings. Or, maybe it is the chance to escape, even if just for a few moments, the grasp of reality. The freedom to be what and whoever we want to be. To live out a story different from our own.
Growing up I remember the excitement of costume parties. It was as if Icould live out my own fairytale. As a kid I could be a doctor, a baseballplayer, a knight in shining armor, or even a pirate with a makeshift"wooden" leg. While dressing up was fun, the best part was "fooling" others into believing that I was no longer myself but the character I wanted them to see. Of course, to effectively pull off such a feat costume was important, but a mask was the key. Without a mask my disguise was useless because people could see the real me. There was a point when I thought I might outgrow the desire to masquerade, however, the older I become the moreI realize I never really stopped attending costume parties. In fact as I reflect, it is intriguing that they always seem to fall on the same day.
My point is not to be cynical but to attempt to ask some difficult questions. I think we know what it's like to live in the midst of "Sunday Smiles" as many of us disguise who we are and what we really feel. All around us there are hurting people and I wonder what message we convey to them when they walk through the door only to find us holding up our masks. And in not so many words we say: welcome to yet another masquerade ball.
I'm tired of picking out costumes week after week. I'm tired of the empty "how are you--fine" exchanges. It seems that of all places the community of God should be a place where we can let our guard down, where our disguises can fall to the floor, where masks are removed in order to reveal who we are inside, a place where we can be real! I realize there are boundaries and I recognize there can be certain dangers to transparency, but I think if we are honest we can agree the costume act hasn't worked. Until we stop masquerading and start unveiling it will be difficult, if not impossible, to be the Christ-formed community God intended. This means more than just unveiling ourselves in our own brokenness and humanity but this also means unveiling Christ in the midst of our everyday attempts to be real. We must not be afraid to share life with others out of fear that the shadows of our life might be exposed. God doesn't need us to be masked superheroes, always looking for the closest available phone booth to quickly don our disguise, but I believe he wants us to remove the masks, reveal our brokenness, and walk hand in hand with our brothers and sisters as we together, by the power of God, journey toward the restoration of all mankind.
I'm not saying it will be easy, but I believe because of God at work in us we have the power to do it. May God bless us as we seek to stop masquerading and start unveiling the glory of God in Christ each and every day of our lives. Next time we meet, I look forward to seeing your face!
Growing up I remember the excitement of costume parties. It was as if Icould live out my own fairytale. As a kid I could be a doctor, a baseballplayer, a knight in shining armor, or even a pirate with a makeshift"wooden" leg. While dressing up was fun, the best part was "fooling" others into believing that I was no longer myself but the character I wanted them to see. Of course, to effectively pull off such a feat costume was important, but a mask was the key. Without a mask my disguise was useless because people could see the real me. There was a point when I thought I might outgrow the desire to masquerade, however, the older I become the moreI realize I never really stopped attending costume parties. In fact as I reflect, it is intriguing that they always seem to fall on the same day.
My point is not to be cynical but to attempt to ask some difficult questions. I think we know what it's like to live in the midst of "Sunday Smiles" as many of us disguise who we are and what we really feel. All around us there are hurting people and I wonder what message we convey to them when they walk through the door only to find us holding up our masks. And in not so many words we say: welcome to yet another masquerade ball.
I'm tired of picking out costumes week after week. I'm tired of the empty "how are you--fine" exchanges. It seems that of all places the community of God should be a place where we can let our guard down, where our disguises can fall to the floor, where masks are removed in order to reveal who we are inside, a place where we can be real! I realize there are boundaries and I recognize there can be certain dangers to transparency, but I think if we are honest we can agree the costume act hasn't worked. Until we stop masquerading and start unveiling it will be difficult, if not impossible, to be the Christ-formed community God intended. This means more than just unveiling ourselves in our own brokenness and humanity but this also means unveiling Christ in the midst of our everyday attempts to be real. We must not be afraid to share life with others out of fear that the shadows of our life might be exposed. God doesn't need us to be masked superheroes, always looking for the closest available phone booth to quickly don our disguise, but I believe he wants us to remove the masks, reveal our brokenness, and walk hand in hand with our brothers and sisters as we together, by the power of God, journey toward the restoration of all mankind.
I'm not saying it will be easy, but I believe because of God at work in us we have the power to do it. May God bless us as we seek to stop masquerading and start unveiling the glory of God in Christ each and every day of our lives. Next time we meet, I look forward to seeing your face!
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Theological Sunglasses
The following is a dialogue I initiated with some of the leadership at my home church as they are in the process of re-constructing a new building. I think it is something for us all to consider:
I took a short course in January titled Christian Worship. In it, one of the areas we discussed involved the messages we convey about God and about who we are as a community of faith and a people of God, even in the simple things such as service structure and physical setting (in this case: church building). In most cases (intentional or not) we communicate a lot about who we are and what we value based on these things. For example, we gather as community in what most would consider an auditorium, in which chairs are in rows all facing forward toward a stage. Just the idea of an auditorium conveys the message that we are here to listen/watch some "performance" in which the most important things take place at the front. Thus, there is a sense that participation is severly limited, with the hope for attentive listeners. It becomes difficult to even see who we are as we gather in community because we have traditionally designed it in a way that says, "you may only look forward." One of the questions we had to wrestle with as a result of this class was/is, "What message does an auditorium blueprint convey about God and about ourselves as a people of God? What does it say about what we value as important/vital to the life of the community?"
Our professor used one church he encountered simply as an example. First of all, the leadership there decided to be intentional about calling the place where they gathered for worship--a sanctuary. There are many messages behind something so simple as a name, not the least of which is the message that this is a meeting place between God and his people, a place of refuge, rest, and renewal. The sanctuary was then intentionally designed with the "stage" at the center with the chairs circled around it. The idea is to automatically convey that we gather as a community in which what we say and do here impacts us all as we interact with each other in worship. It is an aspect which I am convinced cannot be achieved in an "auditorium" setting (at least the way churches have done it in the past). Then, at the center was some form of podium, along with a good size table, and an in-ground baptistry (what I picture is something like what exists at Metro but inside--this one also had rock structure around it, I guess for beautification purposes). Before construction began on this building the leadership wanted to make a point with the connection of these three things to the center of the sanctuary. They wanted to convey that they are a people of the Word. The Word of God is central to who they are and central to revealing who God is. They also wanted it to be emphasized that we come together as a people of God around a table. Around the table we lay our differences aside and we join together to commune and feast with God because he has welcomed us to the table with him. Finally, they wanted to emphasize that baptism, as initiation into the life of God, is at the heart of who they are as a community and at the heart of who they believe God calls them to be.
I realize this is not a very thorough analysis but I thought it worthwhile to bring to your attention. This is not a critique on my home church as much as it is an attempt to dialogue about how we approach what we do with theological lenses on. I can't help but think that Metro is in a very unique situation right now. How many churches get the opportunity to redesign the community meeting place in light of who God is and who we are as his community in this world? After purchasing a building most churches only get the chance to add on, they don't get to completely redesign an already existing building. Unfortunately, I think it is easy to continue with what we have always done as churches without considering the theological implications and the messages proclaimed in them about what we value and who we desire to become. I realize any of these changes would be significant and maybe even drastic in many peoples eyes compared to what has always been done at Metro, however I believe thinking about these things is too important not to reflect on how it might shape the Metro community as you move forward from this point into the future. My goal is not to change things but to help you consider and reflect on what might be some new ideas in light of what I have recently learned this semester. It is not about making change for change's sake but about exhausting all means as leadership to mold and shape people into the image of God in Christ that we might share the good news of the gospel to His glory.
Based on my experience in this class, I will no longer think the same, even about the things we have tended to deem insignificant (such as physical setting) in the past. I hope others will be open to thinking in these ways too. It's a new day and I think there is something to wearing these theological shades.
I took a short course in January titled Christian Worship. In it, one of the areas we discussed involved the messages we convey about God and about who we are as a community of faith and a people of God, even in the simple things such as service structure and physical setting (in this case: church building). In most cases (intentional or not) we communicate a lot about who we are and what we value based on these things. For example, we gather as community in what most would consider an auditorium, in which chairs are in rows all facing forward toward a stage. Just the idea of an auditorium conveys the message that we are here to listen/watch some "performance" in which the most important things take place at the front. Thus, there is a sense that participation is severly limited, with the hope for attentive listeners. It becomes difficult to even see who we are as we gather in community because we have traditionally designed it in a way that says, "you may only look forward." One of the questions we had to wrestle with as a result of this class was/is, "What message does an auditorium blueprint convey about God and about ourselves as a people of God? What does it say about what we value as important/vital to the life of the community?"
Our professor used one church he encountered simply as an example. First of all, the leadership there decided to be intentional about calling the place where they gathered for worship--a sanctuary. There are many messages behind something so simple as a name, not the least of which is the message that this is a meeting place between God and his people, a place of refuge, rest, and renewal. The sanctuary was then intentionally designed with the "stage" at the center with the chairs circled around it. The idea is to automatically convey that we gather as a community in which what we say and do here impacts us all as we interact with each other in worship. It is an aspect which I am convinced cannot be achieved in an "auditorium" setting (at least the way churches have done it in the past). Then, at the center was some form of podium, along with a good size table, and an in-ground baptistry (what I picture is something like what exists at Metro but inside--this one also had rock structure around it, I guess for beautification purposes). Before construction began on this building the leadership wanted to make a point with the connection of these three things to the center of the sanctuary. They wanted to convey that they are a people of the Word. The Word of God is central to who they are and central to revealing who God is. They also wanted it to be emphasized that we come together as a people of God around a table. Around the table we lay our differences aside and we join together to commune and feast with God because he has welcomed us to the table with him. Finally, they wanted to emphasize that baptism, as initiation into the life of God, is at the heart of who they are as a community and at the heart of who they believe God calls them to be.
I realize this is not a very thorough analysis but I thought it worthwhile to bring to your attention. This is not a critique on my home church as much as it is an attempt to dialogue about how we approach what we do with theological lenses on. I can't help but think that Metro is in a very unique situation right now. How many churches get the opportunity to redesign the community meeting place in light of who God is and who we are as his community in this world? After purchasing a building most churches only get the chance to add on, they don't get to completely redesign an already existing building. Unfortunately, I think it is easy to continue with what we have always done as churches without considering the theological implications and the messages proclaimed in them about what we value and who we desire to become. I realize any of these changes would be significant and maybe even drastic in many peoples eyes compared to what has always been done at Metro, however I believe thinking about these things is too important not to reflect on how it might shape the Metro community as you move forward from this point into the future. My goal is not to change things but to help you consider and reflect on what might be some new ideas in light of what I have recently learned this semester. It is not about making change for change's sake but about exhausting all means as leadership to mold and shape people into the image of God in Christ that we might share the good news of the gospel to His glory.
Based on my experience in this class, I will no longer think the same, even about the things we have tended to deem insignificant (such as physical setting) in the past. I hope others will be open to thinking in these ways too. It's a new day and I think there is something to wearing these theological shades.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Hitched on Valentine's Day
It's hard to believe that this was already the third Valentine's Day with my own life-long sweetheart. Sara and I went out for our romantic evening on Saturday night because she typically has to work late in the clinic on weeknights. I had a particular plan that I proceeded to butcher in the closing minutes but that's a story for another time. We ended up doing dinner and a movie and it was great just to spend some time together. Our lives are so busy right now that we really look forward to those extended intersections.
I wanted to be a sensitive and caring husband in regard to the movie so I searched for an appropriate "chick flick." As far as I could really tell I had two choices: one being "Wedding Day" or something like that and the other "Hitch." If I was really self-sacrificing I probably would have chosen the "Wedding Day" movie but I quickly realized my limitations and decided on the romantic comedy "Hitch." Sara and I both laughed through the entire movie. I thought it was well done, suprisingly clean and even conveyed a good moral message underneath the romance and comedy. The basic premise is that a date doctor (Will Smith) tries to help the good but goofy guys get the girl of their dreams. One of those guys the date doctor helps is played by Kevin James and one scene in particular between the two characters stood out to me toward the end of the movie. The two are talking about how Smith's character has given up on love and Kevin James' character says something to the effect of "you are trying to sell something you don't even believe in." To which Smith responds, "What do you mean, love is my life!" James--"No, love is your job!"
It may be hard to grasp the impact of this scene from these second-hand written words but I couldn't help but reflect on how the comments in the scene relate to us as Christians. How many times to we proclaim that God, Jesus, or Christianity is our life but in reality it is obvious we are going through the motions only to receive our check! The result is that the Christian life becomes just another job instead of something to live out and for. What flows from our lips must intersect with the way we live our lives or others will quickly realize that we are employees of corporation lip service. My prayer is that we as Christians will no longer punch our card as employees but instead as disciples live in such a way that communicates Christ is our life and not just another occupation!
I wanted to be a sensitive and caring husband in regard to the movie so I searched for an appropriate "chick flick." As far as I could really tell I had two choices: one being "Wedding Day" or something like that and the other "Hitch." If I was really self-sacrificing I probably would have chosen the "Wedding Day" movie but I quickly realized my limitations and decided on the romantic comedy "Hitch." Sara and I both laughed through the entire movie. I thought it was well done, suprisingly clean and even conveyed a good moral message underneath the romance and comedy. The basic premise is that a date doctor (Will Smith) tries to help the good but goofy guys get the girl of their dreams. One of those guys the date doctor helps is played by Kevin James and one scene in particular between the two characters stood out to me toward the end of the movie. The two are talking about how Smith's character has given up on love and Kevin James' character says something to the effect of "you are trying to sell something you don't even believe in." To which Smith responds, "What do you mean, love is my life!" James--"No, love is your job!"
It may be hard to grasp the impact of this scene from these second-hand written words but I couldn't help but reflect on how the comments in the scene relate to us as Christians. How many times to we proclaim that God, Jesus, or Christianity is our life but in reality it is obvious we are going through the motions only to receive our check! The result is that the Christian life becomes just another job instead of something to live out and for. What flows from our lips must intersect with the way we live our lives or others will quickly realize that we are employees of corporation lip service. My prayer is that we as Christians will no longer punch our card as employees but instead as disciples live in such a way that communicates Christ is our life and not just another occupation!
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Like a Phoenix
I don't know all there is to know about birds, in fact I really don't know much about them at all but one phrase consistently connected with the Phoenix is that it "rises from the ashes." In some ways I think it could be an appropriate image to consider as we move forward from the tragic events of this week. Some of the youth at our church were involved in an accident on their way back from a youth conference in which one young boy died and others were seriously injured. Yesterday, Sara and I went to the funeral for this eleven year old boy who was in the youth group at Highland. It was a very intense and emotional experience for all who attended and my heart grieves and hurts for what his family and friends are experiencing right now. There is something unsettling about seeing someone younger than you pass on and as rare as it is (at least in my experience) I imagine the hardest thing for a parent to do is bury a child in their own lifetime, but in moments like yesterday we are smacked in the face with the reality that these things happen from time to time and the bubble that we had so convincingly lived in before isn't as safe and ideal anymore.
Sitting there in the sanctuary I couldn't help but cry. I cried for a young life lost. I cried for the empty void in a family's life. I cried for all his friends who only wished it would have been them instead. And I cried at the sheer magnitude of the incarnate God with arms wide open, present in all who gathered both in that building and around the world. It was then that I felt the overwhelming reassurance that, like the phoenix, we will rise from the ashes. It is not by our own power but by the hand of an almighty God who reaches down into the darkness of pain and despair, joins us there, and begins to lift us up to bring us to a place where once again we might be able to stand. I have seen the body of Christ before but never quite like this. The entire family at Highland has been shaken to the core whether you know those involved or not but in the midst of the tears there is one who is big enough to be there with us, to listen to our pain, our hurt, and our fears and to hold us in his loving arms. We don't have all the answers and there are things we will never understand but through it all we fall at the feet of the one who promises strength for the weary, healing for the brokenhearted, comfort for the hurting and life everlasting. God, help us to trust you and to not lean on our own understanding as we long and hope for the moment when we can rise above the ashes.
Sitting there in the sanctuary I couldn't help but cry. I cried for a young life lost. I cried for the empty void in a family's life. I cried for all his friends who only wished it would have been them instead. And I cried at the sheer magnitude of the incarnate God with arms wide open, present in all who gathered both in that building and around the world. It was then that I felt the overwhelming reassurance that, like the phoenix, we will rise from the ashes. It is not by our own power but by the hand of an almighty God who reaches down into the darkness of pain and despair, joins us there, and begins to lift us up to bring us to a place where once again we might be able to stand. I have seen the body of Christ before but never quite like this. The entire family at Highland has been shaken to the core whether you know those involved or not but in the midst of the tears there is one who is big enough to be there with us, to listen to our pain, our hurt, and our fears and to hold us in his loving arms. We don't have all the answers and there are things we will never understand but through it all we fall at the feet of the one who promises strength for the weary, healing for the brokenhearted, comfort for the hurting and life everlasting. God, help us to trust you and to not lean on our own understanding as we long and hope for the moment when we can rise above the ashes.
Monday, January 03, 2005
New Year
With the new year comes opportunity for new beginnings and whether or not it is a resolution I hope to return to the blogging world on a more regular basis. I've realized how much I've missed the self-reflection it provides. Last semester became so hectic that I lost sight of that blessing and look forward to it's rebirth. This week I am taking a short course entitled Christian Worship so maybe I can express some insights addressed throughout the class.
Blessings in this new year!
Blessings in this new year!
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