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What tragedy in Japan

March 15, 2011

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What pain and suffering thousands of people are enduring after the earth quake and tsunami.  Our heart goes out to them, and many will do more and actually fly over and lend a helping hand.  We’ll try to alleviate all the pain we can.  Helping people deal with pain is a pastor’s work.  And it is a church’s work.  The task of God’s people, being his hands and feet . . . his voice.  When we suffer, we ask questions about God, and we question his goodness, and sometimes we question his existence because we would rather not believe in him at all than to believe he could stop our pain, yet choose not to.

Sometimes our efforts to explain difficult and complex and painful events cause more damage than they help.  I’ll never forget my pastoral counseling professor at Gordon Conwell telling the story of a young couple in his first church who lost their only child in an accident.  They had only begun attending his church, and had not yet made a commitment to follow Christ in any way.  Now they faced tragedy and loss – and they expressed great displeasure toward a God who could allow them to endure such hardship and pain.  My professor, the young pastor, had no idea how to answer them.  He told us that he simply went by to see them a lot, sat on their couch, cried with them, shrugged his shoulders, said he didn’t know why God would allow such a thing.  He was, quite simply, at a loss.  He didn’t give them deep theological answers.  He just sat with them.  And loved them.  Until they eventually moved away.

I found this poem which was inspired by the picture above:

Natori

Some people have pastors who explain these things
but I don’t
know why she sits alone amidst the bodies that the water left behind—
bodies of houses, bodies of cars, bodies of boats, bodies of people—
knees bent,
arms clasped beneath bare thighs,
held together by the stiff embrace of a sob,
or why the earth shook,
or why the water came,
or why she has taken off her boots,
or why she sits alone amidst the bodies that the water left behind;
I only know that I don’t
want a pastor who explains these things.

And I understand.  Because being able to explain these things, or claiming to, can often rob someone of . . . well, something important.  It’s like they want their ‘answer’ to make your pain go away when it’s not really supposed to.  Like believing the right answer will make everything OK, or that it’s supposed to, when people need to hurt, and grieve, and cry.  And what God wants us to do in those moments is less about having the right theological and philosophical answer, and more about loving them and comforting them like he would if he were standing there with them, providing what they need, taking care of details they can’t take care of, etc. etc.  And cry with them.  Hurt with them.  Die with them.

That’s what my pastoral counseling professor did as a young pastor. He offered no answers save the ones that come from being loved.  And God met that young couple through his efforts.  After about a year, he received a letter from that couple.  They were thanking him, because his ministry to them helped them see the love of Christ in a time when he seemed impossible to believe in.  They had given their lives to Jesus, and wanted him to know that his visits during their loss is what made the difference.

Sometimes in our efforts to understand God and his world, we forget to do what he sent us to do.  Love each other.

Lent Follow-up 1

February 23, 2010

ImageFor Lent, I am giving up meat, and listening to the radio. (MP3 is ok.  I’m just a talk radio junkie – XM style)

I went to Clocked today for lunch.  It’s just my favorite burger place in Athens.  “Hey, wait a minute!  I thought you gave up meat for Lent?!?”  That’s right, I did.  But, hey, this is Athens.  Can’t you get vegetarian practically anywhere here?  As a matter of fact, I remembered a conversation I had a few years ago with the owner of Clocked.  He and his wife started the restaurant because they were both vegetarians and couldn’t find a good veggie burger anywhere in town, so they started Clocked in order to provide one.  And they did.  You can put their black bean patty on any of their burger choices (which includes a peanut butter bacon burger that ROCKS).  So I got the veggie burger.

But, you see, I think about it at every meal, that is, ‘hey, I’m not eating meat.’  I wonder what I’m going to get, where I’m going to get it, etc.  So the fasting from meat reminds me, at least at every meal, that Jesus denied himself  ‘life’ and many worthwhile things of life, so that I could have life.  And maybe by denying myself a little meat, I train myself not to be overly self indulgent, I practice a little self denial which makes me endure just a little suffering.  They say that people who fast regularly are much more able to endure when real suffering comes their way.  They’re just a little more accustomed to knowing how to make it through something that is hard or uncomfortable.

Then there’s the giving up the radio thing.  One time, I drove an old Plymouth Horizon (which was it’s own form of suffering).  The radio worked when it felt like it.  It would play perfectly for months on end.  Then one day it wouldn’t. The next day it would.  It would suddenly come on – suddenly stop.  This went on for years.  I could never see a pattern, like it failed in the cold, worked in the warmth – I would hit the dash, turn it off and on, really everything.  Even so, it worked most of the time.

Then one day I had the thought (wonder where that came from?) “When the radio isn’t on, it’s a good time to pray and listen for the voice of God.”  “Hey” I said in my spiritual voice, “I’ll make a deal with you, God.  When the radio doesn’t work, instead of thinking of whatever, I’ll pray.”

. . . . . . . that radio never came on again.

So, for me to give up talk radio in the car (and sometimes I’m on the road hours at a time) I know it’s my attempt to make a quiet environment better suited for hearing the voice of God.  And, again, by making the commitment, it’s something that I think of every time I get in the car.  Thinking about it draws my attention to God’s presence.

That’s how fasting works.  It catches our attention when, otherwise, we would just coast along.

You can still join in, you know.  I challenge anyone to try giving something up for Lent, and tell me at the end that you didn’t grow in your faith somehow.

Meditation on Lent

February 17, 2010

ImageToday is Ash Wednesday, and a day when many Christians will gather somewhere and get a cross made of ashes swiped across their forehead as a sign of repentance and reminder of mortality. A clergy person or, in some cases, a lay person, applies the ashes with variations of the phrase: “Remember you are dust and unto dust you shall return.”

Thus the season of Lent begins.

A lot of Christians, on the other hand, don’t observe lent at all. But they’ll hear others talk about what they’re giving up for lent. Usually, people give up something like meat, chocolate, alcohol, or some other type of food. Others give up things like complaining, movies, or maybe Facebook. I even read from a few people who were giving up giving up, or giving up religion. Whatever.

But, what’s the point?

Giving up things for Lent (40 days before Easter, excluding Sundays) is a way of imitating Jesus who withdrew into the wilderness for 40 days, fasting and praying before his ministry began. In denying ourselves some pleasure or good thing, we’re also remembering the sacrifices Jesus made for us, joining him in that self denial. The scriptures teach that Jesus endured the cross ‘for the joy set before him’ and I think about that whenever I fast, or deny myself something for the sake of Jesus. Whatever I’m giving up can result in a joyous end.

As a matter of fact, Paul talked about how losing all his earthly gains and credentials were worth it as long as they resulted in him gaining Christ. Compared to knowing Jesus, all this stuff we think is important, is rubbish.

So, why don’t you join me this Lenten season, and intentionally deny yourself something, especially something that distracts you from Jesus. All that business about being mortal and all, that’s pretty true. The clock is ticking, and time is passing by. All those opportunities to gain Christ . . . well why not use this Lenten season to give something up that will work to your advantage?

Control

August 2, 2009

Before leaving seminary, I asked lots of the people who were influencing me (teachers, pastors, friends) to tell me what their favorite books were, or what journals they read regularly.  I got lots of good stuff.

My pastor at the time said, The Control Trap.  Really?  That’s interesting.  I was mostly getting all this heady, theological stuff from everyone else.

Ends up, he had dealt with some difficult people in the church, and this book was super helpful to him for understanding what was going on.

Well, this book is pretty much written for women.  It seems that lots of women have control issues, stemming mostly from a desire to make their world safe.  Makes sense.

Men tend to control for different reasons.  Like power.

It had never occurred to me before studying Matt 16 this week, how we try to control God.  It seems that the Pharisees and Sadducees were trying to be in charge of what miracles Jesus did, and required that he do things at their insistence in order to prove he was who he said.  And we’re still doing the same thing.

I’ll follow you if you’ll do this.
I’ll believe in you if you’ll save my business.
I’ll be faithful to my wife if you’ll make her more seductive.
I’ll be a missionary if you’ll . . .

Get the point?  It’s what Jesus called the ‘Yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees.  It’s insidious.  You be God, but I call the shots?  No, you’re God, and you call the shots.  I trust you.

Church Hopping 2

July 14, 2009

If this post doesn’t make sense, you might try looking at Church Hopping.  To start off, I enjoyed going to Freedom Christian Center.  I think the pastor (well, the husband.  They list husband and wife as co-pastors, which is fine, but kind of icky too) was right at my age, so that was a kind of connection point.

First impression:  Driving near the church, I was running about 5 minutes late.  There was a car in front of me with a couple and two kids in the back.  The mother was singing, waving her arms, and encouraging the kids to join in.  I thought, “OK, I’ll bet I’m behind some ‘free people'” and I was right.  I had been a little concerned that I would be under dressed in my lenin/comfy shorts and shirt.  Sometimes charismatic/pentacostal types really dress to the nines.  But walking into the building (which was easy to find, thanks to ping’s ‘bird’s eye’ view) I was following a couple with matching pony tails, lots of piercings, and several tatoos in view.  I knew then that I would be ok.

Once inside, I was greeted by a friendly lady who handed me a brochure which had what she called ”pretty much everything’ and I could tell that she would have talked more if I wanted, but left me alone when I cruised on by.  That was a good move.  She was the only person I spoke to for the entire time.  The music had begun when I went into the auditorium (probably about 300 or so people were there).  The band was playing and the pastor was standing in front trying to stir things up, yelling something about how excited everyone ought to be.  That’s one key difference between Vineyard and Charismatic/Pentecostal churches.  There’s no attempt to work up the crowd.  We want any excitement to be authentic/Spirit born.  If He shows up, people will be excited.  (Actually, often when he shows up, we’re more in awe and struck silent than anything). Even so, I was ok with the sentiment, as long as it wasn’t going on in my church.  After all, I’ve had the message before that we show more excitement at football games than we do for the King of Glory, so I was good with it.  It did me some good.  They had kids running around the perimeter of the church dancing.  Some had banners, others held hands with their friends and mothers, and danced in a circle.  I know that kind of thing is distracting, unless it’s a part of your culture.  I noticed that as kids got older, they had given up the practice.  For them it wasn’t cool.  I tried to sense the Spirit’s presence.  I was in kind of a funky mood, so I’m not sure what to say about that.

Since there were a number of people up front singing and dancing, and I wouldn’t draw an inordinant amount of attention, I went to the altar to bow down and submit myself to God.  In the end, this is basically why I chose this kind of church.  I wanted to put myself in a position to hear from God rather than just hear a good exegetical message. It was what I needed to do.

They recited a long confession about their giving just before the offering was taken.  Hmmm.  It was on the overhead, and was written with a lot of cheese, but it really impressed me.  The good part about it was that it kept before the people the church’s position on tithing etc.  That stuff is easy to forget, and it’s easy to get sidetracked about money.  For sure, I don’t think their theology in the confession was air tight (lots of presumption), but I have found myself trying to figure out how to do it in our context. Again, the Vineyard is just more attentive to good theology, in our humble opinions.  All that ‘radical middle’ stuff (a recent Vineyard book on the history of the movement is called ‘The Quest for the Radical Middle‘. It talks about how Vineyard is a ‘radical middle’ between evangelicals and Pentecostals. We do this by having the sound biblical foundation of evangelicals and the empowerment of the Spirit often found in the Pentecostals.).

The pastor gave several prophetic words  for some healings just before he preached (people call these ‘words of knowledge’, which is almost certainly not what Paul meant by the phrase when he used it).  That worked, I thought.  Then the message was on healing.  I wondered if he implemented the premessage words because of his topic, or if that was how he normally did it.  Even so, I’m so aware of how God is so present during and just after worship, faith is strong, and people are often touched then.  I’m going to start paying more attention to this time of the service.

The message was inspiring and helpful.  He pretty much taught that without using the words, that healing was in the atonement (God included it in the covenant, he said) and that all we need to do is have faith for it.  I won’t duke that out with him here.  It certainly is in there, but not necessarily completely accessible to us any more than some of the other things bought for us there as well, such as our sanctification.  The ‘already and not yet’ is really helpful here.

I was jealous of their diversity.  They had lots of young folks, like our church, more older folks than what we have, and lots of racial diversity.

After church, I went and picked up Dakine Diegos.  Ummmmmm.

Church Hopping

July 10, 2009

I really haven’t done it since we moved to Massachusettes in 1989.  We visited several churches before we decided which one we wanted to attend.  I see people doing it now when they come to the Vineyard.  I’m always gratified when people stick after visiting only once.  Sometimes we’re the first place they try and they never go anywhere else.  Often we never see them again.

So why am I thinking about it while on vacation in Florida?

I decided that I am going to go to church on Sunday all by myself.  I like to go to church on vacation.  Usually I’m having to run the show on Sundays, so it’s really be nice to go worship without any responsibilities.  I want to go all alone this time.  Kinda weird, but I just want to be alone.  Robin’s family wants me to go with them, but I don’t want the pressure of having to tell them how much I liked their preacher, and the service, and hearing about how everything is done and how well this works and here’s Sally who plays the piano, and Joe used to live in Athens and blah blah blah.  I know I know, I like it when people like that come to the Vineyard.  But I really need to be selfish about this event.  I want to be completely free (or as free as possible).  And alone.  So I need to make a good choice.

Unlike the church hopper, I only get one shot at it.  One hop.

But I can’t decide where to go.  There’s a Vineyard here in town.  There’s also a big Calvary chapel.  Then there’s the Church of God right up the street.  Do I want to go to the new Vineyard church plant and pray for that pastor?  Part of me would like to go to a wildly Pentecostal church and experience some over the top hypey Holy Ghost worshiping sweating shouting kicking the devil church.  And part of me wants to show up at the most high Anglican church service where you don’t dare whisper and sit in awe.  But I don’t think I can find that one here.  I’m fairly certain I’d feel it was dry and dead – unless I could find one of those charismatic Anglican churches.  And I don’t want to get sick from too much cheese.  That makes me want to go to the Vineyard.  Calvary Chapel would probably be fairly cheese free too.  But I’m not sure I’d get what I’m looking for this Sunday.

Hmmm.  What AM I looking for?  Freedom to worship.  The presence of God.  Maybe even the possibility of hearing a ‘word from the Lord’?

I’m going to pray and let the Holy Spirit lead me.  I think I already know where THAT’S going to take me.

Especially fond.

February 25, 2009

I like it when my mother tells each of her grandchildren, when no one else is around, that she loves them best.  I think my wife considers it a little psychotic.

When I pastored a church in Jayton, TX, there was an elderly man who died.  When I went to meet with the family, I asked them what they wanted remembered at the funeral, anything that would be appropriate in remembering this special man in their lives.  Before the funeral happened each of the 4 children, and several of the grandchildren had found me alone and told me, in their own way, the same thing.  “Daddy (or granddaddy) loved me best.”  “I was his favorite.”  Somehow this man had succeeded in making each of his loved ones feel like they were his favorite.  And they really believed it.  That may not be healthy, but I considered it a great success on his part.

When my mother tells her grandchildren that she loves them best, they glow, then say something like, “Oh Gran, you tell all of us that.”  But they still glow.

In The Shack, God likes to say about his various kids, “I’m especially fond of him (her).”  Even if he says that about all of us, I’m especially fond of the thought.

Book Craze

February 25, 2009

So, only 5 days after making fun of Christian trends and fads, I picked up and finished one, The Shack.

The first book that ever made me cry was Where the Red Fern Grows.  The last one was The Shack.  The first time, I was mortified that someone might be able to look into my bedroom, even with the door closed, and find out that I was crying while reading about a dog that died, and see tears running down my cheek.  Now I’m broadcasting it over the internet.

The book was very ripping, raw, and healing.  Some of the theology really sucked.  Even so, I enjoyed the fresh view of God that it presented.  The grace in it was over the top.  And if I was going to err in my presentation of God, I think I would err towards grace.  Read it.  Just don’t take it’s description of God too horribly seriously.  Let it free you a little from your ruts, then go read your bible.

2009

January 7, 2009

Welcome to a new year.

I always try to name my year.  It’s what I sense in my spirit that God is going to do in my life.  I’m calling 2009 my year of discipline.  That’s embracing a term that cause many to feel an acidic burning in their gut – maybe even a little bit of a lurch.  But, so far, discipline is bringing me peace.

I know, I know, it sounds like typical new years resolution flim flam, but I have to start somewhere, you know.  I weigh 20 lbs more than I need.  My spiritual life needs nourishment.  My time is precious.  I had a grandfather and a great-grandfather die of heart attacks at age 48.  My father developed diabetes at 48.  My exercise habits are sporadic.  I’ve been reading that not enough sleep can increase risk of heart attack.  A glass of wine a day can have heart-health benefits (I’m disciplined here, hmmm).  I sin more than you want to know (or maybe you do want to know).  My blog has cobwebs in the corners.  (whuuuuff!)

So, what am I resolving?  Nothing.  Really.  I don’t make resolutions.  But I AM enjoying some new disciplines.  I love the fruit that comes from various good habits.  But it’s not like I’m resolving to keep them up.  Even so, I’m making a start at enjoying the kind of life that I want to live.  Shall I indulge you?

  • I bought a guitar with some Christmas money, so now I have one at the office and one at home.  I’m worshiping more.  It feeds my soul.  It honors God.  It’s fun and therapeutic.  I used to worship with my guitar every day.
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  • I got a bike for Christmas.  It’s cool.  It makes me want to ride.  Riding gives me exercise.  When I exercise I lose weight,  feel better, and look better.  Watch out, waxing chick magnet skills (only one chick per coop, please).
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  • I’ve been reading a book about how spiritual disciplines (holy habits, spiritual practices) rightly done and experienced, will lead to acting out in love, kindness, action.  It focuses on 3 main practices.  So far, I have been wading around in the prayer of examen.  Honestly, it’s transforming me.  Honest.  Really.
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  • I’m enjoying eating healthy foods.  Oh, I enjoy unhealthy foods too, but I’m successfully reserving those for my day off, usually Sunday.  I follow a reasonably modified version of Body for Life.  If you want to laugh, go to their site and look at the before and after pictures of people.  (Of course, if you laugh too hard, God will give you a ‘crick’ in your neck so that you will always be looking down at you muffin top gut hanging over your belt for punishment.)

Well, any way you look at it, my life needs a little more discipline.  I feel like I’m missing some of the good qualities in my life that I was experiencing 15 years ago.  As I try and recapture some of those, I believe God will take me to new depths, if you will.

Maybe more on that next time.

But the real reason for calling 2009 my year of discipline?  I believe God told me to.

Proof

June 7, 2008

I read a poem online that I think is very powerful.

Nothing is uglier than
‘they did it to me’

This has nothing
to do with whether

they did it to you,
which I have to assume

they did
Still, whatever

they did, your life remains
yours

When you say they did it
to you

you give your life to them,
ruined

You say,
‘I’m damaged

and you’re the reason
I’m damaged’

The damage is your proof

http://oblivio.com/archives/05032201.html

Are you ready to take your life back from them?


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