Friday, October 9, 2009

inconvenient

A couple days ago I was picking up a few things from the grocery store. I thought there was an open parking space close to the door, only to discover one of those new and tiny gas-saving cars hidden there. As I settled for another space down the row, I was struck by how inconvenient it is to walk an extra 30 feet.

Last week I experienced some trouble with my ISP (internet service provider). For some reason I kept getting knocked offline and had to reboot several times. Even though having a high-speed internet connection in my home is a fairly new luxury, I recall feeling very inconvenienced that it didn’t work perfectly.

This past Sunday I went to church…

We treat our churches like they’re the grocery store or an ISP, don’t we? We act like they ought to scratch us where we itch and meet our every felt need. One word that super-spiritual people always like to use in relation to their church is the word “fed.” Usually it’s in a very negative context like, “I’m just not being fed at my church” or “I have to go to a church that feeds me.” Now, where is that in the Bible? While I hope and pray that every church preaches the Word of God boldly and accurately, is it their responsibility to feed us?

There are a few passages in the New Testament that reference spiritual food (1 Cor. 3:2, 10:3, Heb. 5:12-13, 1 Peter 2:2), usually milk in particular, but those passages challenge us to grow up. They confront us about spiritual growth and maturity. A newborn baby needs to be fed milk, but what about a growing, maturing child? Shouldn’t he be able to feed himself? At least in part?! Wouldn’t it be sad to see a mother still bottle feeing her 13 year old? It makes me wonder…are our churches full of spiritual children still demanding to be fed by others? Unable to feed themselves?!

Even worse than that is the fact that we treat God like this too. Right? Don’t we pray (and by pray I mean “whine”) about things that we want, but don’t really need? Haven’t you caught yourself asking (and by asking I mean “begging”) for God to make you happy and feel good? Is it not accurate to say that typically we believe (and by believe I mean “demand”) that God is on the job to heal all our wounds, fix all our mistakes and clean up all our messes? Whether we recognize it or not, our American perspective of God is that He’s some giant, generous Santa in the sky. We love it when He does what we want and pull away when He doesn’t.

Come on. Let’s be honest here. If we’re inconvenienced even the slightest bit by God or His Church, we’re ticked. We’ll just quit altogether! Why get up early and go to church with real people when TBN is on all day? It’s too inconvenient. Why volunteer to serve when someone else will do it for you? It’s too inconvenient. Why witness to your neighbor when the pastor gets paid to do that? It’s too inconvenient. Why read your Bible when there’s a great movie on? It’s too inconvenient.

I’m beginning to think that God is all about inconvenience. I don’t think He wants us to be comfortable. I don’t believe He likes it when we’re content with ourselves and our world. I can’t imagine He’s pleased with a people that like things just the way they are, thank you very much. Our lives are far too convenient, our churches are way too accommodating and our gospel is abundantly too easy.

The God of the Bible is extraordinarily inconvenient. He doesn’t seem to care if we’re happy at home—He’ll move us anyway (Gen. 12:1). He’s not embarrassed to ask us for our most prized possession (Gen. 22:1-18) and doesn’t mind wrestling us to the ground from time to time (Gen. 32:22-32). He shakes the mountains (1 Kings 19:11-13), unsettles the nations (Isaiah 13:4) and even allows death (Heb. 2:9).

Now, don’t misunderstand the point. All of this inconvenience is rooted in love. Everything God does is because of His great love for us. That may not make a lot of sense, but when has love ever made a lot of sense. Are you married? Does it make sense? Do you have children? Do they make sense? When has love ever made sense? Love is crazy and erratic and…well, inconvenient.

Your mountains may be shaken, your prized possession may be required or your comfortable life may be turned on its ear. But take comfort. Not only is that okay…it’s good. It’s a good thing to be inconvenienced by God. Trust His heart of love, embrace your inconvenient life and hang on for the ride!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

weary

Weary. That word is probably a good summation of this past week. I don’t know where it came from, but something happened somewhere on Thursday afternoon to just lay me and Carla out. It probably wasn’t any one, big thing, but a collection of multiple, smaller things. Regardless, quite out of the blue, we felt spiritually bankrupt. We were so discouraged, depressed and exhausted. That feeling lasted into Saturday morning when we finally asked for help.

I guess until then we thought it was just a case of “the Mondays” or something. Anyway, on Saturday morning we sent out a few emails asking for prayer from people we knew would literally stop what they were doing and pray for us immediately. They did. And guess what. Saturday improved. We woke up Sunday not to perfect circumstances—in fact it was bumpy like most Sundays are—but we felt renewed strength and hope. Our service ended up being a powerful, unifying experience. We took a great step toward becoming a church planting team instead of a small church.

Anyway, back to that word: weary. (Often we get so excited about the good outcome that we forget all the pain it took to get there. Let’s not forget the journey.) I left the house Thursday afternoon to get a haircut and spend a little time in prayer. While praying, my mind wandered to a scene I recently saw in a dramatic retelling of the American Revolution. In it, George Washington is telling John Adams that he’s weary of the burden of being the President, another possible war, etc. Well, I could identify. I told the Lord that I was absolutely weary of our position and responsibilities. Immediately, the Holy Spirit responded, “Don’t be weary in well-doing.”

I didn’t want to hear that. In fact, I said so…out loud. I told God I knew that was true and Biblically correct, but still didn’t want to hear it. A weary person doesn’t want to hear “stop being weary.” That just makes the weariness even more wearisome. I wanted some kind of miracle. I wanted a lightening bolt. I wanted… anything but more words. Yet, somehow, that word was enough. Barely, but it was.

When I got home I looked that passage up, wrote it on a sticky note and put it on the fridge where everything important goes. Then Carla forwarded me an email from one of our praying friends. The Lord spoke the same verse to her about us. Then another said the same thing. Then a movie preview, believe it or not! I have no doubt that word was from God. That knowledge doesn’t necessarily make it all better, but it helps.

Of particular significance to me is the organic imagery at the end. “At the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” It’s okay to be weary. It’s not okay to give up. I don’t know the proper time. I never have. I’ve driven myself crazy to figure it out and worked myself silly trying to make it come prematurely. He knows, though. He knows the proper time and is slowly and patiently bringing it into our reality.

If I were to chart our lives for the past two years, I think we moved here on a pretty big high. Slowly and consistently, though, we wilted. I think we declined for a whole year, pretending everything was cool and good and right. Finally, after a year of suffering and pain, we admitted our brokenness and recognized our struggle against God Himself. At that point we flattened out and walked with God, on rock bottom, for about another year. Well over the past month or so, I think we’ve been making very slow progress back up. We are ascending out of the valley, the desert, the wilderness—whatever you want to call it. But it’s as slow coming back up as it was going down. Maybe slower! But we are making progress little by little. I see that. And I’m trying very hard to not be weary. Well, that’s not really accurate. I’m trying very hard to not get too weary…so weary that I give up. That would be the real tragedy. To come all this way, to sacrifice all this, to endure so much…all for nothing.

I believe the harvest is coming. And I believe it will be worth the weariness. We will not give up, Lord! One more day, Jesus! Here we go!

Monday, August 3, 2009

paradox

There is a paradox at the heart of the Christian faith. If you haven't acutely felt it yet, you will. We are sinful, weak, flawed human beings...yet we are also holy, sacred, chosen creatures. We are capable of the most beautiful works of art and acts of compassion...yet we are also guilty of the most heinous, evil acts of brutality conceivable. How can both of these things be true? How can we possibly exist in such a dual reality?

Sometimes I get stuck on a passage of Scripture. Lately it's been John 12:23-28. Jesus and His disciples have just entered Jerusalem like a rock band on tour. We usually refer to it as "The Triumphal Entry." The people are going crazy cheering, singing, throwing down palm branches and their coats for Jesus to walk on. One would think that Jesus is overwhelmed with gratitude, but He's not. Quite the opposite, in fact. While most would be basking in their own glory, Jesus is solemnly dwelling on the glory of His Father.

Some people think a true leader is always rock-solid, always secure, never struggling, never in pain. That's not a picture of Jesus in this passage. He transparently admits that His "heart is troubled" (v. 27). He's weak at this moment and not afraid to admit it. The omniscient (all-knowing) Son of God sees what's before Him - the pain of the cross - and doesn't want to suffer. He wants to bail on the plan, run away from the struggle, hide...but He does not. Even within the most horrendous circumstances possible, with His life literally on the line, Jesus knows and follows His divine purpose. With all the strength He can muster, Jesus boldly proclaims, "Father, glorify your name" (v. 28)!

There is only one reason Jesus can endure this kind of pain and suffering. There is only one reason for this kind of struggle. Only one thing explains the paradox and Jesus knows what that one thing is. It's not about us. He knows that there is something bigger going on. There's a larger and grander tale being told. His death, though awful, is a necessary, realistic part of the overall story. So, Jesus can press on. He can keep going. He can courageously charge forward knowing full well how devastating it will be. See, if it's not about us, if it's actually about the Father, even death is okay. There is victory even in the grave.

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds" (v. 24). The majority of us won't physically die a martyr's death like Jesus did, but that doesn't mean we won't die. There will be seasons of pain, suffering and death - many times excruciatingly difficult - in every one of our lives. We will die to ourselves - our own dreams, plans, desires, etc. In those times it's so easy and so common to falter in our faith. We have a hard time standing strong with Jesus, boldly declaring the glory of the Father. It can seem strange that a loving God would allow this much suffering. The paradox can feel so confusing, so infuriating, so hopeless.

"The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honor the one who serves me" (v. 25-26). In other words, you can't run from it. The paradox is reality in every one of us whether we acknowledge it or not. So, just be real about it. Like Jesus, open up. Like Jesus, share your pain. Like Jesus, push through no matter what. Like Jesus, muster up the courage to glorify the Father right smack dab in the middle of your most horrible experience. It's not about you. Let yourself die that He might live in and through you. Our death is His glory!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

secret ingredient

People love secrets. I learned that from my years of youth ministry. If I had a secret, any secret, those kids wanted to know. I love preaching sermons while some object is covered up. I have some great stories with secret, surprise endings. Even websites with secret “Easter eggs” are more fun and popular. I think we feel special somehow, in-the-loop, when we know a secret. Well, I want to share one with you today.

I believe there’s a secret ingredient that is missing from the spiritual lives of most people. Like trying to follow a recipe without knowing that key, missing ingredient, we get frustrated because it’s just not turning out right. The cookies just don’t taste the same. The marinade is good, but it’s obvious that something is strangely absent. Wouldn’t you want to know? Wouldn’t you pull out your cook books, jump on Google, call your mom…whatever you needed to do to figure out that key, missing, secret ingredient?

Now, before the dramatic reveal, here’s one more rather frustrating truth. This secret isn’t really a secret. It’s actually quite obvious once you start looking for it. As the old saying goes, it’s hidden in plain sight. It is a major thread woven throughout Scripture. It is the common denominator in history’s greatest spiritual giants. It has even probably been strangely present and helpful in your own life, yet you haven’t recognized the depth of its influence. Simply said, the secret ingredient to a fulfilling, growing, successful Christian journey is this: prayer.

It makes sense now, huh. As soon as it’s pointed out, we can see it. “Of course!” we might say. “How could I have missed it?” we wonder. Well, quite frankly, because prayer is hard. It’s not called a “discipline” for nothing. In fact (I’ll say this as kindly as possible), I would venture to say that many of our “prayers” are not really prayer at all.

If it’s just a repetitive statement at the beginning of a meal because you’re hungry and want to get on with it, is that really prayer? If we only bow our heads and close our eyes because the pastor tells us to, is that really prayer? If we only remember to call on God when the money is tight or a loved one is sick, is that really prayer?

There is very obviously a difference between being a person who prays and a person of prayer. Jesus was a person of prayer. Those who were closest to Him, the Twelve Disciples, were completely humbled by the gap they saw between His prayer life and their own (see Luke 11:1-13). Jesus had a funny habit of getting up “very early in the morning, while it was still dark” (Mark 1:35) to spend time in prayer alone (see also Matt. 14:23). To Jesus, prayer was so much more than a sporadic, half-hearted string of words. To Jesus, prayer was a lifestyle.

Going to church is crucial, but it’s not the secret. Obeying the Ten Commandments is fantastic, but it’s not the secret either. Even reading and studying the Bible, as essential as that is, is not the secret. Prayer is the secret ingredient. If we become people of prayer, we will go to church, obey the commandments, study our Bibles and so much more. And they will not be painful, begrudging chores, but joyful, fulfilling experiences. They will flow from a love relationship with a personal God who listens and speaks back—who communicates with His people in a beautiful dialogue we call “prayer.”

What if you discovered or rediscovered this secret ingredient? How would your life look different if it were marked by a daily dose of prayer? What would a lifestyle of prayer look like for you? I believe it’s the key, the secret ingredient, for me and for you and for us. Let’s start today. Let’s be people of prayer today.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

acceptance vs endorsement

I’m currently re-reading a fantastic book called Prayer by Richard Foster. The other day it got me thinking about the very heavy theological doctrine of Original Sin. Without being too technical or academic, the basic idea is this. Due to Adam and Eve’s sin/fall in the Garden of Eden, all of humanity is inherently sinful. At our core, we are broken and can do absolutely nothing to fix that. Sinful humanity requires a Savior and Jesus is He. His saving grace reconciles (bridges the gap of sin between) us and our Creator God. Heavy, huh. Well, I completely agree with this ancient Church doctrine and see it fleshed out constantly. It seems to me that most people sense their sinfulness, but, for many varied reasons, refuse to turn to God. So, the only Source of healing and wholeness becomes yet another thorn in their sides and prick in their conscience.

Most people tell me they don’t like the Church. Surprise, surprise! They say things like “those people are all hypocrites” or “I tried going a couple times, but no one even said ‘hello’ to me.” The general feeling is that the Church is just a big clique that is really tough to break into. Normally, though, when I do some digging, the issue is much deeper than that. These people (and I would include myself here) are really not looking for acceptance. They’re actually looking for endorsement. They are searching anywhere and everywhere for someone or, ideally, some group of people to endorse, support and approve of them.

The problem, of course, is that we can’t ever truly know a person, can we. Even if we’re life long friends. Even if we’re married. Even if we spend every hour of every day together our entire lives, we cannot truly know what is inside a person—how they genuinely feel, think and act when no one else is around. That’s why trust is so critical to any relationship. That’s why we talk and yearn so much for unconditional love—the kind that stays no matter who we are deep down. Because we all know that deep down we’re dirty and evil and disgusting and broken.

Our best friends certainly don't agree with everything we say and all our decisions. But they love and accept us anyway, right? They maintain and even pursue a continued relationship with us not because we're some super-friend who never messes up, but simply because they choose to. They love and accept us because...they love and accept us.

Actually, we don’t even really know ourselves, do we? Have you ever done or said something you were ashamed of later? Ever made a “mistake” that wasn’t really a mistake, but a flat-out sin? Do you ever wonder “what came over me?” or “why am I so angry?” or “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” There’s only One who knows us - truly, knows us. And it ain’t us! The only One who really understands us is the One who created us. He knows all the deep, dark secrets. Nothing is hidden from Him. NOTHING! Even if it seems like we’ve gotten away with something, it’s only a matter of time.

Now here’s the best part. The One who knows all the garbage and sin and evil and junk in our lives... He loves us anyway. Yup! It’s not an issue of trust because, well, He doesn’t need to trust us. He knows it already. It’s not a matter of performing well or saying the right things because He’s everywhere at all times. That is unconditional love! That is the kind of acceptance we all crave so deeply! Isn’t that amazing news?! This is the reason that throughout history God is known by one primary trait: love. He knows it all and still He loves.

God accepts every one of us, sin and all. But He does not endorse it. I know...this is a fine line, huh. I believe the message of Jesus to all of us is, “come as you are, but don’t stay that way.” He has a better way. He knows what life is actually supposed to look like. He can show us the way to true freedom. And, of course, He’s the only One who can help. No one else, including us, knows how broken we are. The Creator is the only One capable of being the Repairer.

If we’re looking for endorsement, find a club. Search for a social organization of some kind with similar values. But know this: you’ll never be whole. It might feel good to be with like-minded people for a little while, but it won’t last. It never does. But if you’re looking for acceptance, try Jesus. I can guarantee He’ll meet you there. He always does.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

spoken words

I don’t buy into the whole “name it and claim it” theology. That’s a view of a God who is too small and a human race that is too big. I also don’t buy into the whole prosperity gospel that teaches us to believe God for bigger salaries, larger houses and more expensive cars. From my perspective, the Bible tells us to depend on God and God alone for our hope and provision. Jesus actually had very harsh things to say about those who were materially rich (i.e. Luke 18:18-25). I guess the bottom line is that we do not control God, demanding whatever we want, whenever we want it. Our sovereign Master is in charge and dictates what is right and what is wrong, the correct timing, etc. On the other hand, though, there is something to be said for a tangible, spoken, verbalized faith.

I once heard an African missionary speak about faith. He made a connection I will never forget. He reminded us that, according to Genesis 1, all of creation was spoken into existence. God didn’t use any actual materials when creating us, like a carpenter would use tools and a pile of lumber. No, He simply spoke the words “Let there be light” and light appeared. He said “Let the land produce living creatures” and it just did. The spoken words of God have unlimited and phenomenal creative power. When God speaks, it happens!

This missionary went on to explain that when God created us, He did so in His own image and likeness (1:26-27). Unlike any other part of creation, we look and feel and act like God…at least in part. Unfortunately we all know from experience that we also deal with sin and weakness and failure. We are not God, but we are like God. Well logically thinking, said this missionary, if we were created in the image and likeness of God, and if God’s spoken words have creative power, perhaps our spoken words have some creative power as well.

For years psychology has talked about the power of spoken words. They may use different terminology, like “self talk,” but the idea is still the same. If a child is repeatedly told that he/she is a “loser” and “will never amount to anything,” what usually happens to that child? He/she believes and lives according to those spoken words. Likewise, if a person is constantly affirmed, encouraged and spoken to in a positive manner, he/she is very likely to have a much higher self-esteem, sense of success and happiness in life. Perhaps our verbalized words are much more powerful than we really know.

This idea is consistent with Scripture as well. James, for example, speaks of the power of the tongue. He even likens it to a small spark that can easily start a huge fire (3:5). The Psalms are full of exhortations to open our mouths and praise the Lord (i.e. Psalm 71:8). Even the art of preaching, utilized throughout history, hinges upon the spoken words of God’s people. It makes me wonder if we Christians ought to be much more serious and intentional about verbally speaking words of faith.

I spent some time in prayer this morning and, quite frankly, it was hard. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t feel spiritual at all. What I did feel was very discouraged and defeated. All I wanted to do was whine and complain. In fact, I even told God that I was having a hard time believing in and trusting Him. I don’t think God was angry at my honesty. It was still, in fact, prayer. But then I felt compelled to push beyond that self-pitying prayer and speak in faith. Once again, I told God something like, “I don’t really believe what I’m about to say, but I’m going to say it anyway.” I then proceeded to thank God for the “impossible.” I began to verbally speak out in faith, praising God with my mouth, singing songs to Him and worshiping Him out loud with actual, literal words. And the strangest thing happened: I felt a change. I sensed my spirit lift and my heart lighten. It seemed that those weak, unfeeling words of mine somehow created a whole new atmosphere of belief and trust.

There’s nothing wrong with silent prayer, but maybe we should try more spoken prayer. We all feel bad and have pity parties now and then, but maybe we should try verbalizing some praises anyway. I realize we won’t always feel like it. We certainly won’t always want to. Try it anyway! Give it a shot! Let that faith within you come spilling out in actual words. Perhaps the creative power of God’s spoken words will show themselves in your spoken words!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

ears that hear

Last week we took Josiah to the beach. It just so happened to be the day of a -3.8 tide. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but the water level was way lower than normal. We did meet a guy there who explained that once a decade or so the moon is exactly opposite us and its gravitational pull causes the tide to be pulled back far beyond what is considered typical. Evidently, the water in the Puget Sound was 3.8 feet more shallow than normal.

It was really cool. We saw starfish, sea cucumbers, a sea anemone, tons of barnacles and all kinds of other sights that are great for adults and mesmerizing for children. Josiah was so excited that he kept running off ahead of us to explore more new and uncharted territory. Each time he did we had to call him back and warn him not to get too far ahead. Well, you already know where this is going, don’t you? At one point he bolted, we yelled, but he simply wouldn’t listen. After about a 50-yard sprint, like a prisoner who just got over the wall, Josiah hit a puddle that was a little deeper than he thought and fell, face down, into it. Wet sand and salt water soaked his entire front side as 3-year old screams pierced the air. That kid didn’t even try to get up! He just lay there bawling until I ran up, pulled him out of the puddle, quickly took a picture—it was pretty funny in a twisted kind of way—and comforted him.

Now, that little guy has ears and they work just fine. As a matter of fact, they work pretty great. Carla and I can’t even seem to whisper secrets back and forth any more! He hears them all! But just because he has ears, didn’t mean he heard or listened to our warnings and cries at the beach. If only he’d paid attention to our parental advice. If only he’d obeyed our instructions. If only he had ears that hear.

Doesn’t that describe you and me? How often have we known the right thing, the wise thing, the Godly thing, but still chosen the wrong, the foolish, the ungodly. Most of us have ears that work just fine, but that doesn’t mean we truly hear, listen and obey. Like Josiah, we find ourselves far away from the familiar, loving voice of our Father. We continually fall down, with sin all over us, screaming for help. And He, like a good Father, continually comes to our rescue.

The Bible has a lot to say about this very phenomenon. The prophets, in particular, were known for their attempts to shake people up, disturb the status quo and wake people from their spiritual slumber. In Ezekiel 12:2 God tells the prophet that he lives among a people that “have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people.” Those kinds of warnings scare me a little. I don’t want to have eyes, but be blind. I don’t want to have ears and yet be deaf. I don’t want to rebel against God. I want to develop and cultivate a spiritual sensitivity for whatever God may be saying and doing.

Maybe “reality” is more than what we can physically see, hear, smell, feel and touch. Perhaps our faith in the unseen is as important—or even more important—than the seen. Maybe it’s possible to see through eyes of faith. Perhaps we can all hear through ears of faith. And maybe, just maybe, that faith will guide us to a whole new place…a whole new way of loving, living and leading like Jesus.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

shield of faith

Lately God has really been dealing with me about faith. Scripture teaches that without faith it is impossible—impossible—to please God (Hebrews 11:6). Clearly it’s a big deal. Obviously God wants us to put our hope, trust and reliance upon His unseen and yet vastly superior resources. This church planting process has challenged, bent, stretched and nearly broken my faith. I have come to a dependence on God that I never knew existed or came close to understanding before. The spiritual warfare my family encounters on a daily basis is overwhelming. There is so little that I can do and so much that He can do. I must believe that to survive.

This past week a friend of mine reminded me of Paul’s word in Ephesians 6. He says that our faith is a shield. It’s a source of protection from and defense against “the devil’s schemes.” See, it’s crucial to understand that we’re not fighting each other—other humans—but a spiritual force of evil. Individual humans are not free from their own sin and guilt, to be sure, but they are being controlled and manipulated by an evil one—the devil himself. And, in that furious battle, our faith is a shield.

Our faith is something we can duck behind and find shelter in. Only this shield of faith can block and even extinguish all those flaming arrows of the evil one. I’ve felt the sting of these arrows in the past couple years. Arrows of insecurity and depression; pride and fear; doubt and loneliness. I’m sad to admit that my shield of faith has often been found on the ground instead of in my hand. There have been many times that I forgot what my strong God has already done; what we’ve already come through; what has been promised and guaranteed by the Faithful One.

I have often reflected on how difficult this experience has been. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like we’ve made much progress. We continually struggle with feelings of failure and discouragement. But Paul seems to be okay with that. In fact, he says that wearing all this armor and holding onto this shield of faith will enable us, not to storm the gates of hell, but to simply stand. I find a great deal of encouragement in that! There are many days that we do nothing but stand our ground. This fortress of God has come under intense assault. The “day of evil” has certainly come. But we are still standing. And we will continue to stand.

The best is yet to come! The shalom of God is on the horizon! The miraculous is just around the corner! Victory draweth neigh! Lift up your eyes to the heavens, people of God! He is coming in power! Our protection and deliverance does not come from within, but from a Warrior God whose glory covers the whole earth! Here He comes! Stand and see!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

nothing is difficult

About a year ago God told me that He doesn’t just want me to be a man who prays, but a man of prayer. One of the ways I have found to be most helpful for this new lifestyle of prayer is to carve out at least one full morning a week to do nothing except be with God. I usually go for a walk, bike ride or drive. I get out of the office and focus all my attention on the Lord for at least a couple hours. This past Tuesday I went to one of the local beaches and began strolling down the sand.

As I listened to the hypnotic sounds of breaking waves and seagulls, I began to think about the fact that nothing is impossible with God. I was thanking Him for taking care of us and always knowing best. I was feeling very grateful that, with God, all things are possible. But then He interjected. The Lord told me that not only is nothing impossible for Him, but nothing is even difficult.

Whoa! That was a mind bending concept! I guess it’s hard to even fathom that kind of power, because for me almost everything is difficult. Especially lately, every step has been an absolute chore! To think about being able to do anything and everything with ease and grace, without sweating, stressing, struggling…that’s just overwhelming. It sounds unbelievable. It sounds like heaven.

Just about then, I spotted a guy walking his dog down the beach in the opposite direction. From out of the blue came this thought: give that guy $20. “WHAT?! Why? That’s silly. That’s not really God. It’s not like we have money to spare. I can’t do this.” As he passed me by I even squatted down to pet his dog and heard him wish me a good day. I stood completely motionless and watched him walk away, thinking to myself, “Well, I certainly blew that one.” Then God spoke again. “See, nothing is difficult for me, but even the smallest of things is difficult for you.”

It didn’t feel mean or derogatory at all. It felt sad. I think it makes God feel sad that I have so little faith sometimes. Quite frankly, it’s sad to me too! I’ve been a Christian my whole life, raised in a pastor’s home and am a proud seminary graduate. Yet in many ways I am still a spiritual child. If only I could learn to trust Him; depend on Him; believe Him for the impossible.

I’m going to keep exercising my faith muscles. I want my life to look more and more like Elijah, Paul and Jesus. I don’t want the little things to trip me up and be so hard. I want to learn to trust God with anything and everything. I know I’m not there yet, but I am progressing. God is helping me every step of the way. Slowly but surely I’m learning to view life through God’s perspective, God’s eyes. Slowly but surely I’m letting go of my humanity and embracing His divinity.

My poor little human brain cannot possibly grasp God’s amazing plan. I have always known that nothing was impossible, but now I’m coming to see that nothing is even difficult. And if I’m in Christ, that’s true for me too! If God has called me, if I’m following His lead, not only is nothing impossible, but nothing is difficult! Woo Hoo!!!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

squeaky brakes

The other day I went for a short bike ride. Actually it was a bit of an emotional ride. Okay, I was mad. I was mad at God, I was frustrated with our circumstances, I was…having a pity party. We have our good days and bad days. It was a bad day that day so I went for a ride. There are some great trails in a park close to our house so I started riding down them. I found this really cool little spot off the trail with a huge tree and some logs surrounding it. It was obvious that I wasn’t the first one to spend some time there. And the hypodermic needles let me know not everyone was praying! Anyway…

So I got off my bike and started pacing around that huge tree. God and I were having a very serious conversation about church planting. Right in the middle of one of my bitter rants, I heard something. It was in the distance, but getting closer, and it was annoying. It was a high pitched squeal. It would stop for a few seconds and then start up again. Off and on, off and on—annoying, irritating, disrupting my precious pity party!

Well, I couldn’t focus on my tirade with this racket so I paused long enough for the interruption to pass. Then I saw the source. It was a father and son on a ride together. The father was in the lead of a downhill section. It could have been out of safety or fear, but that guy just kept hitting the brakes…squeaky brakes! It was like fingernails down the chalkboard every few seconds. Lovely. Evidently I wasn’t the only one annoyed by this either, because just as they passed me by, the son shouted something to his dad. “DAD! YOUR SQUEAKY BRAKES ARE RUINING THIS EXPERIENCE!”

I’ve been squeaking a lot lately. Even I, the source, know that. Even I, the source, am annoyed by it. How many more people are having their experience ruined by my squeaky brakes?!

It’s taken me a couple days to realize this, but here it finally is. That father and son bike ride was supposed to be an enjoyable experience. It was supposed to be a fun and exciting adventure. It’s sad that something as small as squeaky brakes could get in the way, but that’s just the reality. Now, those brakes didn’t stop them. They didn’t cause the father or the son to cease the bike ride or fall to the ground. But they sure did put a kink in the ambiance. They sure did affect the journey. That father and son were going to get to their destination with or without the squeaky brakes, but the manner in which they dismounted their bikes at the end could swing in one of two ways. And to think, a fairly minor adjustment could have changed all that!

I can be a very negative person. I am the king of cynicism. I have a real talent for spotting the bad in just about everything and everyone. Then, upon the discovery, I can pick it apart and dwell on it for hours, days or even weeks! I know, I know. If only they had an Olympic event for it. I would definitely win the gold in the 400 Meter Squeak!

See, God and I are on this journey one way or the other. He is leading the way and I am following. My negative, squeaky brakes aren’t stopping us or killing me, but it sure is ruining the experience. It was supposed to be this amazing, fun, spectacular and even miraculous adventure, but often I find myself just feeling irritated, exhausted and frustrated. All I can see is the bad. All I dwell on is the pain. Squeak. Squeak! SQUEAK!

God reminded me of that day and that example this morning. He revealed something very important to me. If I would just shut my stinkin’, squeakin’, negative mouth, I might just have a blast. I might be able to look at the beauty surrounding me. I might be able to feel the wind in my face and sense the thrill of the ride. I might get to the end of this ride, dismount with a smile, and say, “WOW! LET’S GO AGAIN!”

And to think, a fairly minor adjustment could change all this! Less squeaking for me. Let’s go for a ride!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

growing up

Our little boy is growing up! I know…that sounds just like something our parents said when we were young, right? I think it must be a universal thing. We all know it’s going to happen, but it’s still hard to watch sometimes. As a dad, I love my little guy so much! In the long run, though, all parents want to see their children grow and mature into responsible, strong, healthy men and women. That’s the goal, isn’t it? That’s the whole point of parenthood!

When Josiah was a baby, we treasured all the firsts: first smile, first tooth, first time rolling over, first step and, yes, even first black eye. We were so proud to see him conquer things that, just a few months or even weeks earlier, were unattainable. Now that he’s a “big boy” (Just ask him—he’ll tell you!) we’re celebrating things like riding a bike, climbing a ladder and, in a few months, preschool. It’s strange to think about, but it won’t be long before we’re overcoming things like girlfriends, a driver’s license and college tuition. None of these achievements—past, present or future—come easily. They all require work, effort, risk, patience, etc. But they do come in time if we set our minds to them.

Why would we think it’s any different spiritually? When we first come to faith in Jesus Christ, we are spiritual infants. The Bible even says an immature believer needs spiritual milk (see 1 Cor. 3 and Hebrews 5-6). Our spiritual family celebrates all our firsts with us: first prayer, first Bible, first witnessing opportunity and, yes, even first spiritual black eye (I’ve had quite a few struggles and/or wrestling matches with God. You?) Those things are exciting, wonderful, glorious…but we can never stay there. We can’t just stop in our spiritual toddler or preschool years, content with who we are and what we’ve done. By all means, let’s keep growing up! Let’s keep maturing, transforming, moving forward!

Yes, it’s going to take a great deal of work, effort, risk, patience, etc. You know good and well that nothing worthwhile comes easily. We teach that to our children, but forget it for ourselves in our own journey with God. We would be so angry at our child who refuses to clean his/her room, but we ignore our own spiritual messes. We would be devastated to know that our beloved son/daughter blatantly ignored our warnings and disobeyed our instructions, yet we do it to God on a regular basis.

One more observation/warning: this isn’t a race. Most first-time parents, including Carla and I, get caught up in the comparison game. “Is our child developing like your child?” “At what age did he/she start talking?” Eventually, we learned to just stop worrying about Josiah and let him grow at his own pace. You might achieve some spiritual landmarks before me. Good for you! I’m probably going to conquer some issues before you. Be happy for me! God will move us all along at our own pace because, as our wonderful heavenly Father, He knows best. But we must move along. We must continue. We must grow.

Where do you see yourself spiritually? Are you still an infant? Perhaps you’re a toddler now. Maybe you’ve been in church your whole life and, yet, you know that you’re still only in Junior High. Wherever you are, keep going. At whatever stage, celebrate your firsts, but then move on. Never stop growing up! Always push yourself to more and better; higher, deeper and wider! Keep following the Father! It’s a phenomenal adventure!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

dynamic Duo

I know this guy…let’s call him Mark. Mark is a genius. Seriously, it’s like he has a photographic memory. He can read something once and basically have it memorized. I remember having a conversation with him once about faith and he was quoting Scripture to me like a madman. He knew chapter and verse references, spoke in the poetic King James English, yada yada yada. There was one problem with Mark, though. All that beautiful knowledge was just in his head. It still hadn’t made its way into his heart and hands. Mark could quote the Bible, but didn’t live according to it.

I know this lady…we’ll call her Tanya. Tanya is one of the most spiritual people I’ve ever known. She claims to hear the Holy Spirit speaking to her through wildflowers, the elevator music and, of course, her own thoughts. Tanya is a very sweet person, but, as you might imagine, is a bit flaky. She is hard to pin down. She doesn’t like to make commitments and is even more prone to ignore the ones she already has. She may be hearing from the Holy Spirit, but it isn’t producing much tangible fruit/evidence in her life. She is so heavenly minded that she is no earthly good.

Do you know people like Mark or Tanya? They seem to be out of balance, don’t they? I don’t think any Christian would argue that the Bible is not a good book. Of course we should read it, study it, memorize it, honor it. But it has to become more than just a book; more than just words. It has to transform our attitudes, affections and actions.

Similarly, I don’t think any of us would challenge the authority of God the Holy Spirit. The more we grow and mature in Christ, the more we’re able to hear and obey the voice of the Spirit. We need to be focused, have a quieted soul and be prepared to do whatever, whenever. But we must also be grounded in reality. We have to understand our culture, our needs and the depravity of our own spirit in order to hear The Spirit.

As a follower of Christ, we don’t need to choose. In fact, we should not choose! It’s not an either/or decision, but a both/and decision. We have all been given the gift of the Word of God (Bible) and the gift of the Holy Spirit of God. By all means, let’s use and be directed by both!

If the Bible and the Holy Sprit are both of/from God, they will be in harmony with one another. They will not tell you two completely different things. The Holy Spirit will not tell you that divorce is okay for you. How do I know that? Because the Bible says it’s not okay (check out Jesus thoughts on it in Mark 10:1-12). Likewise, you will not find any passages of Scripture that tell us to harm our fellow man. Even those who don’t believe in the Holy Spirit know that. It’s a spiritual law written on our hearts (Romans 2:15).

Of course, there are those who are always trying to pick a fight or find the loop hole. Yes, there are sticky situations where there is no clear guideline, no perfect answer…at least at first. My suggestion there is to be cautious. Move slowly. God is amazingly patient with us. If you’re not sure what step to take, maybe you should just stand still and continue seeking God. If you don’t know what words to say, just be quiet.

The Word of God and the Holy Spirit of God are like the Dynamic Duo, leading and directing our journey. Read your Bible regularly. Even study it with diligence and tenacity. Pray constantly. Learn to hear even the faintest whispers of the Holy Spirit. This Dynamic Duo is always at our fingertips; forever on the tip of our tongue. What are they saying to you?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

diverse responses

This past Sunday our faith community began a very helpful discussion on worship. The thesis behind our conversation is this: worship is the only possible response to what God has done for us. When a person finally comes to understand who God is and who they are, worship just spills out of them. And worship does not just mean music or singing. It may include that, but worship is a lifestyle, a perspective, a paradigm by which we live. Our moment-by-moment existence can literally become a living “Thank You” note to God.

But what does worship look like? How exactly do we go about worshipping God? Those are excellent questions with very interesting answers. The great and amazing thing about worship is that it’s basically all okay. As long as our hearts are pure and we’re doing it for the right reasons, God is pleased with any response we give Him. Certainly there will be times God gently nudges us outside our comfort zones, but for the most part we can feel free to worship/respond to God in any way we feel comfortable. And the Bible is overflowing with a myriad of diverse responses (aka “worship”) to the grace of God.

The Hebrew language, which is predominantly what the Old Testament was written in, has seven (7) different words that can be translated in English as “worship.”

Yadah means “to confess and/or surrender.” It implies the giving of oneself in adoration, to lift hands unto the Lord. It carries the meaning of absolute surrender as a young child does to a parent. An example of this word is used in 2 Chronicles 20:21 where the king of Israel, Jehoshaphat, goes out to fight a battle he knows he cannot possibly win. So, as they began to march out, he instructs the people to worship (yadah) the Lord.

Tehillah means “to sing a spontaneous song.” People often talk about having “a song in their heart”…that’s the essence of this form of worship. It’s an unprepared, unrehearsed melody that is sung to God and God alone. Evidently, when the people hear Jehoshaphat’s instructions in the above passage, they burst forth in this kind of spontaneous worship to God (verse 22) and as they do…well, I don’t want to spoil the story for you.

Barak means “to kneel or bow.” We give reverence to God as an act of admiration. It implies giving place to God continually and intentionally; blessing the Lord, extolling His virtues. The subjects of the Kingdom of God kneel or bow to their King to demonstrate that He is King and that we yield ourselves to Him. Psalm 95:6-7 says “come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; for He is our God and we are the people of His pasture, the flock under His care.”

Halal means “to celebrate foolishly.” It implies a clamorous, boasting kind of show in which we rave, celebrate and glorify God; quite literally to act like a madman/woman. This word appears over 110 times in the Old Testament. An example is in Nehemiah 12:24 when the people of Israel are finally able to finish the protective wall around Jerusalem. Their dedication and celebration was obviously not a quiet little tea party.

Towdah means “to extend the hand in adoration or agreement.” We agree with God’s word and believe, by faith, that He is always good and always right. It is worship not just for the acts of God, but simply for His existence and presence. We may not possess what we need in a natural sense, but we trust God and thank Him for blessings and grace regardless. In Jonah 2:9 we see an example of this. After the prophet runs away from his calling, is thrown in the ocean and swallowed by “a great fish,” his perspective drastically changes. He worships (towdah) God, is spit out alive by the fish, and then, in total agreement with God, heads toward the fulfillment of his calling.

Zamar means “to make music.” This is probably the form of worship that the majority of people are used to and/or comfortable with. It suggests vocal music, instrumental music or both. This word is found 37 times in the book of Psalms alone. An example is Psalm 66:4: “All the earth bows down to you; they sing praise to You, they sing praise to Your name.”

Shabach means “to shout.” It is a proclamation in a loud tone or voice. It is how we pronounce our unashamed testimony and commitment to God. It is a holistic, uninhibited, physical declaration of the glory, triumph, power, mercy and love of our Savior. King David tells the people of God to cry out to the Lord for help so that we can shout thanks to His name and glory in His praise (1 Chronicles 16:35).

And that’s just the Hebrew language of the Old Testament! The Greek of the New Testament builds upon and complements this beautiful understanding with stunning word pictures. Here are just a few examples.

Agalliao means “to jump for joy and be exceedingly glad” (i.e. Luke 10:21).
Proskuneo means “to kiss toward” (i.e. Matthew 28:9).
Chairo means “to rejoice or hail” (i.e. Philippians 4:4).
Doxazo means “to render glory and honor” (i.e. Luke 18:43).
Hallomai means “to jump, gush, leap, spring up” (i.e. Acts 3:8).
Homologeo means “to assent, covenant, promise” (i.e. Hebrews 13:15).
Megaluno means “to make or declare great, extol, enlarge, magnify” (i.e. Acts 10:46).

Obviously worship is an extremely diverse response from an extremely diverse people. It’s not a science, but an art. There is no formula, but there is one requirement: do it with a pure heart. As Jesus advises the woman at the well, simply worship “in Spirit and in truth” (John 4:23-4). On your mark…get set…worship!

Monday, April 13, 2009

gracious God

My whole life I’ve heard people define grace as “getting what you don’t deserve.” That definition is usually contrasted with mercy, which is “not getting what you do deserve.” I think those are pretty good descriptions of two rather inexplicable concepts. Lately I’ve seen God’s grace around every corner, under every rock and in every room of my house. Allow me to elaborate on just a few examples.

I usually try to block off my Fridays as a Sabbath, a day of rest. I don’t do any church related stuff and usually don’t even check my email. This past week I decided to take Josiah out for a little father/son time. We headed to the beach to participate in one of his favorite activities: rock throwing. He set a new record not only in distance, but number of rocks thrown. We saw a live crab (very cool to a three year old), a soaring bald eagle (very cool to a thirty two year old), a close up of the train (which blew its whistle just for us), a helicopter, seagulls, crows, and all kinds of other “wonders” that I normally just take for granted. Then we headed to the mall for some lunch and a few minutes at the indoor playground. It was nothing spectacular and didn’t cost hardly any money, but on the way home here is what Josiah said. “We had a good father/son day, Daddy.” “Yeah, we sure did buddy,” I replied. “I love you so much, Daddy.” GRACIOUS GOD!

In less than two weeks I’m getting a very special treat. I have a ticket to see Jerry Seinfeld live in Seattle. I noticed that he was performing his stand-up routine in town and my lovely bride, Carla, even checked on prices for me, but they were very hard to come by and quite expensive. “Oh well,” I thought. “No big deal.” A couple days later, though, the phone rang. It was my cousin (and great friend) Jon. He had bought two tickets and was taking me! Did I mention that they were hard to come by and not cheap? I know it might be silly to many people, but it’s going to be great fun for me and I felt extremely blessed. GRACIOUS GOD!

Joslyn is one of the most precious little girls I’ve ever met. She’s one of Josiah’s best friends and part of our weekly Kid’s Church. This past week she turned three, and guess what she wanted…a Bible. Matt and Angela, her dad and mom, let us know that she loves the Bible that Carla uses on Sundays in Kid’s Church, so we bought her one and took it to her party last week. Well, when she opened it she was obviously excited. She gave us great big bear hugs to prove it! Evidently, though, when everyone cleared out of her house after the party, she sat down on the floor with her new Bible and read that thing for over an hour. GRACIOUS GOD!

Yesterday was the very first Easter service at Holy Seed Community Church. (Even though we were meeting sporadically last year, we did not meet on Easter Sunday.) We were a little nervous and a lot excited about celebrating this day with our new community of faith. Well, the day just turned out fantastic. We had 18 amazing friends in our home to worship God and commemorate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. After our service, we spread out blankets in the living and dining rooms and shared a wonderful picnic together. More than three hours and many heaping plates full of delicious food later (thank you, Tracey!), everyone left with big smiles, full bellies and joyful hearts. GRACIOUS GOD!

God isn’t just good in the big things. He’s good in the little things. We don’t deserve any blessings, but we get scores of them poured on us every day. May our eyes be opened to them this week. God is in the details. I pray that we learn to recognize Him there.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

the physical torture of Jesus

Easter Sunday is only about a week away. Even more than Christmas, this day is the highlight of the Christian calendar. It is the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ—what a phenomenal event! Nothing else in history can even hold a candle to that day. It has forever changed this entire world and my life in particular. Thank You, Jesus!

Before we can get to the resurrection, though, we must go through the cross. Isn’t it amazing how often the most glorious moments follow the most painful moments. I’ve been a Christian my entire life, heard hundreds of sermons on the cross, seen scores of dramatic retellings of the crucifixion and even studied it academically in college and seminary. Nothing can adequately explain it, however. What Jesus endured in preparation for Easter Sunday was horrific.

I am certainly not a medical doctor, but I have the utmost respect for them. Over the past decade or so, several Christian MDs have taken it upon themselves to research and explain what happened to Jesus on the cross from a medical perspective. The following descriptions are quite graphic, but even they don’t come close to accurately depicting what our Savior went through. My thanks go to Dr. Frederick T. Zugibe whose book first brought this idea to my attention. And thank you to Dr. C. Truman David who did most of the following research and explanation.

The physical torment of Jesus, typically called “the passion” began in the garden of Gethsemane on Thursday night. Jesus, under extreme duress, is praying to the Father. He exhibits symptoms of a condition called Hematidrosis, or bloody sweat. This very rare, yet well documented, phenomenon would have induced shock and great weakness in itself.

One can only assume that Jesus’ arrest was not a mild event. Although we’re not explicitly told in Scripture that He was assaulted in any way, Jesus was well known and despised. When He arrives for questioning the physical abuse is more overt. He was blindfolded, mocked, spat upon and struck in the face repeatedly. And let us keep in mind that these soldiers were no weaklings. They were the brutal Roman guard whose responsibility it was to enforce the rule of a ruthless Caesar hundreds of miles away. They were well trained fighters.

Sometime in the early Friday morning light, Jesus is taken to the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate. It is under his command that our Lord is released into the hands of those who hate Him most. They joyfully seize Jesus, strip off His clothes and bind His hands to a post. The Roman legionnaire steps forward with the flagellum in hand. This is a short whip consisting of several heavy, leather thongs with two small balls of lead attached near the ends of each. The heavy whip is brought down with full force again and again across Jesus' shoulders, back, and legs. At first the heavy thongs cut through the skin only. Then, as the blows continue, they cut deeper into the subcutaneous tissues, producing first an oozing of blood from the capillaries and veins of the skin, and finally spurting arterial bleeding from vessels in the underlying muscles. The small balls of lead first produce large, deep bruises which are broken open by subsequent blows. Finally the skin of the back is hanging in long ribbons and the entire area is an unrecognizable mass of torn, bleeding tissue. When it is determined by the centurion in charge that the prisoner is near death, the beating is finally stopped.

Finally, the half-fainting Jesus is then untied and allowed to slump to the stone pavement, wet with His own blood. The Roman soldiers see a great joke in the provincial Jew claiming to be a King. They throw a robe across His shoulders and place a stick in His hand for a scepter. They still need a crown to make their travesty complete. A small bundle of flexible branches covered with long thorns, (commonly used for firewood) are plaited into the shape of a crown and this pressed into His scalp. Again there is copious bleeding (the scalp being one of the most vascular areas of the body.) After mocking Him and striking Him across the face, the soldiers take the stick from His hand and strike Him across the head, driving the thorns deeper into His scalp. Finally, they tire of their sadistic sport and the robe is torn from His back. This had already become adherent to the clots of blood and serum in the wounds, and its removal, just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, causes excruciating pain—almost as though He were again being whipped—and the wounds again begin to bleed.

In deference to Jewish custom, the Romans return His garments. The heavy patibulum (horizontal cross-arm) of the cross is tied across His shoulders, and the procession of the condemned Christ, two thieves and the execution detail of Roman soldiers, headed by a centurion begin a slow journey along the Via Dolorosa. In spite of His efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden beam, together with the shock produced by copious blood loss, is too much. He stumbles and falls. The rough wood of the beam gouges into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tries to rise, but human muscles have been pushed beyond endurance. The centurion, anxious to get on with the crucifixion, selects a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross. Jesus follows, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock. The 650 yard journey from the Fortress Antonia to Golgotha is finally completed. The Prisoner is again stripped of His clothes, except for a loin cloth which is allowed the Jews.

Now the crucifixion begins. Jesus is offered wine mixed with Myrrh, a mild analgesic mixture, but He refuses to drink. Simon is ordered to place the patibulum on the ground and Jesus is quickly thrown backward with His shoulders against the wood. (While some have traditionally thought of Jesus’ hands being the location of the nails, it is highly unlikely. Nails driven through the palms will strip out between the fingers when they attempted to support the weight of a human body. The misconception may have come through a misunderstanding of Jesus' words to Thomas, "Behold My hands." Anatomist, however, both modern and ancient, have always considered the wrist as part of the hand.) The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square, wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The patibulum is then lifted into place at the top of the stipes (vertical arm of the cross) and the titulus (sign) reading, "Jesus of Nazareth, King of The Jews" is nailed in place.

The left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The Victim is now crucified. As He slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrist, excruciating, fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain—the nails in the wrist are putting pressure on the median nerves. As He pushes Himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He places His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again, there is the searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of the feet.

At this point, another phenomenon occurs. As the arms fatigue, great waves of cramps sweep over the muscles, knotting them in deep, relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by His arms, the pectoral muscles are paralyzed and the intercostal muscles are unable to act. Air can be drawn into the lungs, but cannot be exhaled. Jesus fights to raise Himself in order to get one short breath. Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream and cramps partially subside. Spasmodically, He is able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in the life-giving oxygen. It was, undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences which are recorded.

The first, looking down at the Roman soldiers casting lots for His garments, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do."

The second, to the penitent thief, "Today you will be with me in Paradise."

The third, looking down at the terrified, grief-stricken, John, (the beloved Apostle), He said, "Behold your mother," and looking to Mary, His mother, "Woman, behold your son."

The fourth cry is from the beginning of the 22nd Psalm, "My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?"

Hours of this limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain as tissue is torn from His lacerated back as He moves up and down against the rough timber; then another agony begins. A deep crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart. It is now almost over -- the loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level. The compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick sluggish blood into the tissues. The tortured lungs are making a frantic effort to gasp in small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues send their flood of stimuli to the brain.

Jesus gasps His fifth cry, "I thirst.”

A sponge soaked in Posca, the cheap, sour wine which is the staple drink of the Roman Legionnaires, is lifted to His lips. He apparently doesn't take any of the liquid. The body of Jesus is now in extremis, and He can feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues.

This realization brings out His sixth words, possibly little more than a tortured whisper. "It is finished."

His mission of atonement has been completed. Finally He can allow His body to die.

With one last surge of strength, He once again presses His torn feet against the nail, straightens His legs, takes a deeper breath, and utters His seventh and last cry, "Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit."

In order that the Sabbath be not profaned, the Jews asked that the condemned men be dispatched and removed from the crosses. The common method of ending a crucifixion was by crurufracture, the breaking of the bones of the legs. This prevented the victim from pushing himself upward, the tension could not be relieved from the muscle of the chest, and rapid suffocation occurred. The legs of the two thieves were broken, but when they came to Jesus they saw that this was unnecessary.

Apparently to make sure of death, the legionnaire drove his lance through the fifth interspace between the ribs, upward through the pericardium and into the heart. John 19:34 says that caused a "sudden flow of blood and water." Thus there was an escape of watery fluid from the sac surrounding the heart and blood from the interior of the heart. We, therefore, have rather conclusive postmortem evidence that our Lord died, not the usual crucifixion death by suffocation, but of heart failure due to shock and constriction of the heart by fluid in the pericardium. Jesus quite literally died of a broken heart.

It was my sins that put Jesus through this. Your sins did too. He did all of this for us. Yes, Easter is coming. Absolutely, the approaching celebration and joy is infinitely greater than the suffering and pain. But what He endured, for our sake, is real. So, this week, may we all be humbled and broken by the cross of Jesus Christ.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

knowing God

We are in the third week of a series called “Christianity 101.” Each week, as I have prepared my messages, I have become more and more aware of my own inability to teach about God. Even if I was the greatest teacher on the planet…even if my “students” were passionately engaged with the material…even if the environment was perfectly conducive for instruction…it would not be enough. It would not be nearly enough!

Knowing God is not an intellectual exercise. Yes, it involves our intellect. Yes, we use our brains to think about and study. Yes, we can utilize tools like logic, reason, history and science. But those things are all simply a beginning. To truly know God is to experience God. And to experience God is to be forever transformed by God.

The ancient Hebrews used to talk about knowing God in a much deeper sense than we do today. Dictionary.com’s first definition of the verb “to know” is to perceive or understand as fact or truth; to apprehend clearly and with certainty. Now, that’s not a bad definition, but it certainly isn’t complete either. It’s all about the head, but what about the heart, the emotions, the spirit? The Old Testament word for our verb “to know” is yada. It carries a much deeper connection to feeling and discovering and relationship. It is even used in a sexual sense as exemplified in Genesis 4:1. “Now Adam knew Eve his wife, and she conceived and bore Cain…” (NKJV)

To this point in our series we have talked about God the Father. The main idea there is that God is love. God can be described in a lot of ways (i.e. holy, righteous, Judge, Master, etc.), but above them all, taking precedence, is love. Last week we learned more about God the Son. The thesis there is that Jesus came to demonstrate true life for us. His entire existence on earth, from birth to ascension, is a model for us to study and follow. Well, this Sunday we’re going to talk about God the Holy Spirit. I think my two dominant emotions heading into it are nervousness and excitement.

See, if there was ever an opportunity to truly know God, to experience God, it is found in seeking the Holy Spirit. The Spirit is our daily guide, friend, counselor and teacher. The Holy Spirit of God literally dwells within us every moment of every day. The Spirit of God warms our hearts, cools our temptations, stirs our emotions, calms our fears. The Holy Spirit is our true means of knowing God.

I don’t know exactly what this weekend holds, but I sense a high level of expectancy leading up to it. God has always done what He wants, when He wants, in the way He wants. But our study of Him, I believe, is pleasing to Him. Here we come, Holy Spirit! Meet us here!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

storming the beach

For years now I’ve viewed Holy Seed Community Church through the eyes of a military officer. In fact, we very boldly proclaimed September 1, 2007 as our spiritual D-Day. We saw it that way then and still do today. Well, in the past few weeks the Lord has been bombarding me with reminders of the opening images of Saving Private Ryan. I re-watched those gruesome moments this week. This bloody scene occurs on D-Day. Considering the amount of time Hitler had occupied that part of France and how heavily it was defended, the fact that the boats were even there was quite a miracle. To even set foot on that beach was amazing. But then the firing began.

Tom Hanks leaps into the water and almost dies instantly. Some soldiers are weighed down by too much gear and never even take one step toward the mission. Those that do, including Tom Hanks’ character, Captain John Miller, are shell shocked. There are several moments where he’s completely numb, ears ringing, unable to move. His men are screaming at him, his eyes are witnessing the most horrifying sights possible, but he simply stands there (actually, he kneels there) not knowing what to do or how to move forward. Finally, after what seems like an eternity during a firefight, he snaps out of it and begins to press on toward their goal.

If September 1st was our spiritual D-Day—simply setting foot on the enemy’s long-held ground of Seattle—then our first year was like that slow, arduous, shell-shocked trudge toward the beach. It took us months just to get our bearings and understand where we were and what was happening all around us. People would ask us how it was going and we didn’t even know how to respond. We looked around us and witnessed horrifying things, but were numb to it all. Finally, after a year of feeling dizzy and wounded, we snapped out of it.

The next thing Captain Miller has to do is rally his men to a safe place and decide what to do now. They can’t simply sit where they are and discuss their options. To remain in one spot is to face certain death. So, they bravely make their way up the beach and regroup. As best they can, they dodge machine gun fire, explosions and corpses in order to dive to the safest place possible. Based on their location, supplies and who’s survived the first fifty yards, they quickly realize that creativity and improvisation is required. Though a master plan was in place beforehand, in the heat of battle it serves only as a guide. These men are facing nearly impossible odds. They do the best they can with what the have where they are. That is the position of Holy Seed Community Church in March of 2009.

We are slowly and painfully making our way up the beach. The enemy is firing at us fast and hard because he desperately does not want to lose this strategic position. He has held it for a long time and will only be forced out. We have experienced much suffering and seen casualties, but, by the grace of God, we continue to move in incremental and important steps. Every person and every action has proven to be extremely difficult and extremely crucial to the completion of the mission.

Eventually Captain Miller and his courageous men clear a very narrow path to the enemy bunkers. Their bravery and sacrifice clears the way for many more soldiers to land and, eventually, for the allied forces to control this vital piece of territory in the larger war. Most historians agree that D-Day, despite the horrific cost in terms of human and material resources, was the turning point in the war. When the firing, explosions and screams finally cease, Captain Miller and his men are left shaken, weeping, wounded and terrified. They are given a few brief moments to rest and attempt to deal with the unbelievable trauma of war before the next grueling push.

God is still destroying lies and overthrowing fear within Holy Seed Community Church, but we now recognize a narrow path that needs to be cleared. We have almost reached the first objective. We’ve long passed the point of no return and, thanks be to God, have achieved a turning point in the war. The very core of our faith has been shaken and assaulted, but it withstood. A short rest and debrief is coming. The building and planting is just around the corner. Hoorah!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

the day of the Lord

Our faith community just finished reading a book together. It is a very short yet powerful work called Epic by John Eldredge. Not only was the book great, but our weekly discussions made it even better and more important. I loved to experience the interaction between each other, the book and, of course, Scripture. Fantastic!

Anyway, the final chapter of the book, Act Four, according to Eldredge, is called “The Kingdom Restored.” He paints a picture of what the end of God’s story looks like. It’s an image that includes wonderful dream-like thoughts of heaven and also horrible nightmare-like thoughts of hell. His point, which is a very good and Biblical one, is that the story had a beginning and it has an ending. At some point that only the Author knows, the narrative will end.

There is a phrase spoken throughout Scripture, but especially by the Old Testament prophets, that applies here. They continually talked about “the day of the Lord.” Now this day was spoken of in much the same way. In some cases it was the picture of paradise…when a lion can literally lie down with a lamb…when sickness, pain and sorrow cease…when evil is finally eradicated forever. In some cases, though, it’s the opposite depiction…when judgment for sin finally comes swift and hard…when all human control ends and we must pay for what we’ve done and how we’ve stewarded our time on this land.

Lots of people talk about “eternity.” Many are familiar with terms like “heaven” and “hell.” Just about everyone wants to end up in “the sweet by and by.” Regardless of our terminology, however, I think we must acknowledge this fact: there is an end to this story. One day life as we know it will cease. There are dozens of variations as to what happens at that point, but I think the Bible is fairly clear on the basics. On that day the Lord will make all things new again. It will all be restored. Whatever is broken gets fixed. Those who have remained faithful get rewarded. Those who rebelled get punished. God is love, but He is also just. And a just God must eventually make all things right again.

To those who stand opposed to God, this is very bad news. When a child is guilty and hiding, facing his/her parents is a dreadful thing. To those who stand with God, however, this is phenomenal news. When a child is forgiven and loved, facing his/her parents is a wonderful thing. “The day of the Lord” ought to be fantastic news for us all. It was meant to be that way. The whole idea is to seek God here and now, before it’s too late, while we still have a choice. See, our part in the story is quickly fading and if we wait too long…

The invitation stands. It’s there for all humanity everywhere. God does not play favorites with anyone and loves all of His children equally. Scripture implores us, and I implore you, not to toy with this eternal decision. He is calling to you today, right now. He has been calling your entire life. Answer Him. Speak back. Surrender control. Begin a new relationship today. I can promise it will be the best decision of your life!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

surrender

I think I could have been a good soldier. I’ve always imagined that if I hadn’t been called into pastoral ministry, I would have joined the military. I like the structure, the tradition, the honor. One of the hallmarks of our armed forces is to never give up, never give in, never surrender. We will fight on no matter the cost because we know it’s the right thing. To surrender would be an embarrassment; dishonoring to all that we are and what we believe.

To surrender is to give up, to yield, to submit. Maybe it’s because I’m a guy, but those words sound like poison to me! I know I’m not alone on this one! Most people detest the idea of submitting to anyone or anything. It’s painful to even think about relinquishing control, power or authority of any kind. I may not go out and intentionally pick any fights, but if I find myself in one, I’m not giving up or giving in for anything. Either win or die trying! What’s so ironic and difficult, though, is that Jesus asks us to surrender anyway.

We are at war. No, I’m not talking about Iraq or Afghanistan. I’m not referencing any current, physical war. I’m talking about something much more real. Yes, you did read that right. I’m talking about an invisible, spiritual war that is, in fact, much more real and much more significant that any visible, physical war.

This war saw its first casualty before the earth was even formed. It has plagued Adam and Eve, Jesus and Paul, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and you. You may not think about it a lot, but you feel it from time to time. There are some who have grown more accustomed to these unseen, spiritual forces and, therefore, recognize it more than others. But regardless of your level of involvement or your understanding of Truth, we all have one primary responsibility in this war: surrender.

See, the war is really not about us. We’ve just gotten caught in the middle of a firefight. This may sound a little far fetched to some, but this war is between two supernatural forces of good and evil. It began when Lucifer, a beautiful captain of the angels, rebelled against God Himself. Well, he should have known how that battle was going to turn out. He lost. He was crushed, in fact, and cast out of heaven—banished for all time. Now, he spends all his time and energy trying to get back at the One who so soundly defeated him. Unfortunately, we human beings are his best bet at retaliation.

There is a very real and yet very ignored battle going on right now for your heart. You feel it every time temptation peeks its head up and makes you wonder if you would get caught. You sense it whenever your pride is assaulted or your feelings overlooked. When we’re honest with ourselves, we recognize the battle. And, as expected, we want to fight back! To not fight back, to give up or give in just isn’t…well, natural. Our inclination is to win or die trying. So, most of us die…because we can’t win. We don’t stand a chance against these immortal forces of darkness. Even if all humanity were to unite together and fight as one, we would lose. We are utterly helpless in this battle. There is but one alternative: surrender.

Jesus is the only One who can help us. We are beyond assistance to anyone or anything else. We can’t win on our own. Certain death is on its way. But, if we surrender to Jesus, He will fight for us. He doesn’t join our cause, but we join His. We relinquish all our former (and false) rights, privileges and power. We freely submit all the control and yield to His will. We must forget the days that were all about us and acknowledge that it’s all about Him. It may sound odd from a visible, physical perspective, but the path to victory is through surrender. So…go ahead!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

unseen

This is where a lot of people get uncomfortable. I understand that. If I’m being honest, I get a little uncomfortable at this point too. The whole subject is slightly unnerving. It causes us to shift and squirm and wonder…but maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe we need a little shaking. Perhaps we need a good wake up call. It’s very possible that we’re far too comfortable.

Here’s the disturbing reality: there is an unseen world out there. And this unseen world does not just run parallel to the seen world. There are times (more often than we’d like to admit, probably) that the unseen world intersects, crashes into or even derails the seen world. Most people pass it off as a weird “coincidence” or some kind of complex butterfly effect, but those are poor excuses. Deep down, we all know that. Those kinds of weak, logical responses don’t satisfy the experiences we’ve had or the sensations we feel.

Angels exist. Demons exist. There is a God and there is a devil. Heaven and hell are both real places. None of those things, for the most part, are seen, but that doesn’t make them untrue. There are a ton of things we can’t see, but we know to be real, right?

We can’t see the wind, but those in the path of a hurricane know it can still rip the roof off a house. We can’t see emotions, but a fight with your spouse, children or close friend will bring them right to the surface and often cause you to do strange, uncharacteristic things. No one sees love coming, but you know it when it hits you. No one is completely prepared for death because it is illusive, unpredictable, unseen. But it is a reality we all have to face eventually.

Actually, when you really think about it, the unseen is even more “real” than the seen. Do you ever get a “vibe” for a person? Have you ever just had a “gut-level” response to a situation? Can you hear that “little voice” in your head? We all make decisions based on feelings, hunches and intuition, don’t we? At least to a certain level, we know life isn’t always fair, bad things do happen to good people and things don’t always work out in the end. I wonder if there’s more going on than we can possibly know. I wonder if we’re ignoring a very real world simply because we can’t see and rationally prove it.

There is a powerful example of this in our nation’s economy right now. Everyone seems to be pointing fingers at everyone else, but there is really only one cause for this predicament: greed. Invisible, unseen, and yet very real, greed. All of us wanted more, faster. We built an unrealistic system in an attempt to satisfy that unseen monster. It lasted for a while, made us feel great, and then collapsed.

So now, there is another invisible, unseen, and yet very real monster that has taken greed’s place: fear. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? So have I! You’ve questioned whether or not you’re going to make it. I’ve questioned my job, wondering if I should get another. We’ve all heard the dark whispers that seem to evoke terror and dread about the future. Some people, it’s sad to say, have even taken drastic measures and harmed themselves and/or others.

Greed and fear are both unseen and, yet, very real. Even more “real,” in fact, than your wallet or Wall Street! God and the devil are both unseen and, yet, very real. Even more “real,” in fact, than your job or your house! It’s not enough to simply be aware of these unseen forces. One must be alert to them. Some of them are out to destroy us and some are trying to protect us. God chases us down because He wants to love us. The devil chases us down because to wants to kill us.

Who are you listening to? Which voice has your attention? Do you know how to tell the difference? Can you discern between the various invisible realities of your life? My prayer this week is that we move beyond awareness to alertness. I pray that we become diligent to accept and heed the voice of God. I pray that we learn to recognize and defend against the voice of the evil one. This is no mere fairy tale. This is not a game. The story is still being told and each part—yes, your part—is critical!

Monday, February 16, 2009

tension

Yesterday our community began a discussion of Epic, by John Eldredge. We’re reading it together and began with just the Prologue and Act One. Well, I was simply thrilled with the whole day! Not only did we all actually read this section of the book, but everyone seemed to enjoy and get a lot out of it. Our conversation regarding these few pages was fantastic. The room was full of great insights and powerful questions. But I think the entire discussion, for us at least, could be boiled down to one word: tension.

Dictionary.com defines tension as “the state of being stretched or strained.” This word came up pretty quickly as we began talking. One person in particular said they felt like God was always placing them in positions of tension. God would allow a certain level of peace and contentment, but then force them into a more difficult situation where even more faith was needed or even more dependence required. To be honest, at first we weren’t sure if this tension was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, none of us enjoy being stretched or strained! No one likes being forced into tough circumstances!

As the dialogue continued, though, and as different people offered different perspectives, it became clear that we all feel tension in one way or another. And it seems to be a pretty constant thing. There may be days or even weeks without feeling it, but tension is always close by, around the corner, waiting for us. So the question arose: Is it possible that tension is a good thing? Does God want us to live in a nearly constant posture of stretching and straining?

Act One of Epic is called “Eternal Love.” It’s about how God is a relational being—Three in One. Since before time began, He has existed in eternal fellowship with Himself. (I know that doesn’t make any logical sense, but this is the Trinity we’re talking about for crying out loud!) God, who is intimately relational, created humanity in His own image. Therefore, we are intimately relational. We can’t help it, shouldn’t apologize for it and can’t possibly change it. We are meant to exist in community with God and with others. Anything less than that…and we feel it. We sense it. We know something is not right. We are hardwired to God’s eternal love.

So there’s the sticking point. Each of us has this evil, sinful nature that wants to do our own thing and live our own lives independently of God and everyone else. But deep down, intuitively, we know we can’t. The other part of us wants—no…needs, requires—meaningful, authentic relationships with others. To truly be healthy, there is no other alternative. So we strain. We stretch. We fight. We struggle. Do you feel the tension? Can you identify?

We didn’t answer many questions yesterday. We didn’t try to alleviate the tension. We just let it be. We let it exist. We left it very open ended. See, the idea isn’t necessarily to “fix” all the problems and solve the world’s issues. That’s God’s job. Our job is to recognize where He is working and join in His redemptive plan. The story is already being told. And we are each characters in it. What comes next?