LENT REVEALED

40 days ago I began Lent (for you counters, it was actually more than 40 days because the count does not include Sundays).  I decided to willingly give up a few things, not simply to sacrifice something, but so I could give more to things.

So, being deeply spiritual, I decided to give up Starbucks, any restaurant with a drive-thru and TV.

I gave up Starbucks because of the “need.”  I did not want to need coffee when I got up in the morning.  I gave up drive-thru’s because of “pace.”  I did not want my life to be at a pace where I was not able to sit at the table with my family to eat.  I gave up TV because of “influence.”  I did not want pop culture to be the significant influence in my life.

How was Lent?  I’m glad you asked.  Here’s a little of what I learned.  Starbucks is not the only establishment that sells coffee.  There are many fast food restaurants with no drive-thrus and several of them have TV’s (thank you Lolitas).

And.

I didn’t make a sacrifice at all.  I have learned in order to consider something of loss a sacrifice, it must have value.  Starbucks, drive-thrus and TV really have no value to me.  I do not miss any of them at all.  I have also saved money, lost weight, spent quality time with the family and read several books.

After the first couple of weeks, I also noticed a change was happening in me (the point, right).  Refusing to “need” coffee, helped me in becoming a someone who doesn’t need to do many things – responding to criticism, defending myself, reacting and speaking up, to mention a few.  Refusing to go to a drive-thru is still forming something in me, I think it may be about laziness, and it just being easier to go out than to cook and clean.  Refusing to watch TV has, I believe, been the most significant thing, particularly as it relates to being a follower of Jesus.  I have regained wasted hours of my week.  I have regained my mind, and what I choose to think about.  I have regained sleep (I think TV at night was keeping awake throughout the night).  I have read several incredible books about the God I say I believe in and what it means to live my life in a way that Jesus would live it if he were me, I’ve memorized large amounts of the Bible, read the Bible and prayed (for real) to mention, again, just a few.

That’s Lent.  It’s a discipline.  It’s arranging my life around practices to enable me to do what I am not able to do by willpower alone.  And that is how Lent was for me (and will continue to be as being formed is never finished).

And if you’re wondering, I had a coffee while writing this, I owe my kids a McDonald’s ice-cream cone, and the TV is staying unplugged.

Would You Rather?

My kids like to play the game, “would you rather.”  They usually come up with two options, neither of which are good (most often dealing with foul smells or bodily harm) and then force me to choose what I would rather do.  I choose, they laugh, I defend my choice and they laugh more…it’s fun.  That’s it.  The choices are hypothetical.  There are no consequences.  It’s a game.

Much of life plays out like this game.  But the choices aren’t hypothetical.  There are real life consequences.  At times neither option seems good and we plead for a third choice.  At other times both options seem really good and a decision is difficult to make.  We live in a world where this game is played each day, resulting in beautiful things like division, labeling and side choosing.  It’s no game.

This day, Good Friday, a day that followers of Jesus somberly reflect on the significance of his death, I once again find myself caught up in a “would you rather” moment.  

Would you rather know with certainty that because of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus you will spend eternity in heaven with Jesus when you die – or – would you rather embrace the Kingdom invitation of Jesus, experiencing the presence and activity of God in your life everyday?  Two options, both are good.  And we don’t have to choose between them, Jesus invites us into both.  Though the gospel has been narrowed to mean, and will be preached as such in abundance this Easter weekend, that we will spend eternity in heaven when we die, that is not the whole story.     

As I spend Good Friday considering the impact of the cross in my life and throughout history, it is my prayer for me and for you, that the gospel of Jesus has a profound influence on the whole of our lives.  I pray for the games that we play (that aren’t really games).  I pray for our churches, with all of the marketing to attract people, that Jesus is still centered in our sermons.  I pray for the many divisive issues of our day, specifically this week around the conversation of marriage equality, that we make seeking the kingdom our first priority, and that his reign is over any legislation.  I pray, regardless of how many people attend a church service, or which way a vote falls, that the truth of Jesus leaves an indelible mark on our lives and that we strive to become the kind of people that live with one another in a way that resembles the Jesus that we remember this weekend.

May it be a Good Friday.  Would you rather have it any other way?

It’s Got Me Thinking

Here are a few of the things filling my mind these days:

ONE:  I wrote a brief blog a few days ago, suggesting we stop asking if the church is sustainable.  My cousin, Di, wrote some great words of response about “people.”  While there is certainly more to say (is a blog even supposed to be comprehensive), it is important to get this – the foundation of my entire post is about people.

TWO:  Last week, a politician changed his position on same-sex marriage (please, the remainder of my comments here are not about marriage equality, but simple thoughts about how or why we believe something).  His comments are of great interest to me.  He said:

I have opposed marriage for same-sex couples. Then something happened that led me to think through my position in a much deeper way.  At the time, my position on marriage for same-sex couples was rooted in my faith tradition.  Knowing that my son is gay prompted me to consider the issue from another perspective.  As a dad, I wrestled with how to reconcile my Christian faith with my desire for Will to have the same opportunities to pursue happiness and fulfillment as his brother and sister.

So many things to consider here.  A belief was at one time held, from where it came or why he believed it (or if he really ever believed it or just said he did) is not discussed, but it matters.  Then an experience.  He learned something new.  That experience made him “think more deeply.”  Experience changed his conviction.  He talks about his faith tradition (probably where the belief was first formed) and his Christian faith.  Perhaps we need to allow our Christian faith to be what informs us rather than tradition.  Finally (though always more) he mentions the need to reconcile his faith with the reality of his experience – desires for his children.  Belief – An adaptable mix of faith, tradition, experience?

THREE:  I stayed up much of the night Saturday, reflecting on these two statements by Pastor John Ortberg (I googled John today and was surprised to learn there were so many haters) at a recent conference I attended: “We have a hopelessly distorted gospel,”  in reference to the idea that the message of Jesus was entirely about getting to heaven when we die, and “I’m all in,” in reference to him giving the rest of his life to changing that.  I think I stirred most of the night, because this is where my heart is too, and I’m just not sure what next to do about it.

FOUR:  While waiting at a red light today on my bike, I was hit by the cane of a blind man.  Not hard enough to hurt, but it sure startled me.  His wife, I believe, was so embarrassed.  It felt good to help someone find their way, even if just their next step.

FIVE:  When does my wife get home.  This single dad thing is harder than I expected.

 

You don’t need to fill those shoes

Facebook can be so discouraging.  Two days ago I saw a post from a friend in Seattle, he simply stated, “I think I just finished page 1 of my first book.”  This is exciting news, and I can’t wait to read it…it’s just that I want to write a book someday.

Yesterday, I saw a post from a friend who I used to share a coffee with while we dreamed about our future as pastors.  His read, “15 different services this Easter!”  I could not be more happy for him and the ministry that has grown up around him.  His influence is tremendous for which I thank God…it’s just that I don’t even know what I’ll be doing this Easter as a pastor.

I get discouraged because these are big shoes to fill (I realize this phrase is more commonly used if you are replacing someone or coming after them).  Why?  Why do I think the shoes these friends walk in our nicer than mine?  Why do I, if even for a passing moment, want to walk in their shoes?

I bought some new shoes yesterday while helping Ali get ready for her trip.  I slipped on the new kicks and the thought came to mind – you don’t need to fill those shoes.  I was reading last night when I came across this:

“Everyone is talking about you all the time.  They say, Come and let’s hear what the word is from the Lord.  And they sit before you as my people, and they hear your words, but they do not do them.  For their mouths talk devotion but their hearts seek wicked gains.” From Ezekiel 33:31-32

This was embedded in a lengthy discussion and concluded with this:

Whatever your position in life, if our lives and works are to be of the Kingdom of God, we must not have human approval as a primary or even major aim.

A friend called today, just to say hi (and to be an encouragement).  During our conversation, he mentioned that I should write a book about the things we were discussing.  Later, he shared how excited he was to join our Sunday gathering via Skype.   

Simple, yet profound.  We don’t need to fill another’s shoes.  We don’t need to look to walk in them either.  We don’t even need to buy new shoes.  Unless what we want most in life is to be noticed, to be recognized, to seek approval – Do we really want people looking at our feet anyway.

Truth.  I don’t need to fill those shoes.  I’m happy with mine.

 

Please stop asking this question

I really want to write a more organized and thought through piece about this, but it is fresh on my mind now, so it’s coming out raw (translation – little thought, little organization).  

Sustainable should not be a word we use when asking about church.

Leaders today, as in every generation, are trying new things in the way the church is organized.  Some variation of house churches or missional communities seem to be the most common trend these days (the word trend is also problematic).  I have been a part of this “trend” for the past 6 years, and have loved almost all of it.  

The “almost” part is due to perhaps the most frequent question posed by other church leaders.  “Is your approach to church sustainable?”  It’s a tough question to answer while trying to hold back so much irritation, especially considering that our most reliable source for truth, Wikipedia, cannot give a clear definition of what sustainable means (at least with regards to how it is used today…context determines the meaning).  Realizing we may not be coming from the same context or have a common understanding of important terms, let me give this a shot.

If by sustainable you mean:

• will it pay salaries and insurance and expense accounts
• will it fund big building projects, or even small ones
• will it last for centuries, or a century (how many big buildings are now museums)

If things similar to this are what you think of when you ask, then my answer is simple.  No.

But if by sustainable you mean:

• will the Church last
• will the influence of Jesus in peoples lives that were part of your community last
• will the tangible love we show one another and to others last 

If things similar to this are what you think of when you ask, then my answer is simple.  Yes.

My hope for leaders of the Church today is that we are asking the best questions, Sustainable is not one of them.  The Church will be okay, even if your next experiment in helping people in their faith journey is not.  There are more important things for leaders to consider than salaries, buildings, programs, Easter services, styles and so on.  People, lots of them (not just those outside of church), show little interest (though I think its there somewhere) in loving God or neighbor in the way Jesus taught us to do.  It is here that we should be having conversations and asking questions.  It is here where we should be praying for something to last.  It is here where I should give my greatest efforts (over striving to keep something alive that may be better off put to rest). 

May the days ahead be incredible days for the Church and its leaders.  Some will continue to do business as usual.  Others will continue to experiment.  None of us should be talking about sustainability.   

Beyond Gun Control

I am deeply troubled by the common response about our rights to own guns.  So you want to hunt, fine.  You think its fun to shoot at targets or clay pigeons, okay.  But I just can’t get over the large volume of people, especially those professing to be followers of Jesus, who believe we need guns to protect ourselves…as if to say we have absolutely no problem opening fire on another human if it means we won’t be killed. I, no doubt like you, am concerned and heartbroken by what seems to be a rapid rise in violence and senseless killings of so many.  I’m just not convinced that returning fire is the best solution. 

I’ve begun a list here of a few of the things I keep thinking about.  They are questions and thoughts that continue to stir my heart and mind.  I hope they will give you pause and compel you to think beyond our constitutional rights and need for protection.  

• Everyone seems to carry guns in the old western movies I sometimes watch.  Those times didn’t seem very good.  Just shoot someone if you are upset with them, but draw quickly, cause they may shoot you first.  This is not the world I want to live in.
• It cannot be God’s will for people to shoot and kill others, as an act of terror or in self defense.
• From Martin Luther King, “Man can overcome oppression and violence without resorting to violence.”
• Is the only response to gun violence, owning a gun so you can shoot first?
• Even if I owned a gun, am I going to carry it with me at all times, loaded and ready to act at any moment?  
• I don’t want to be shot, but I can’t imagine ever shooting someone.
• What about the teaching of Jesus, for example, to turn the other cheek, pray for those who persecute, love your enemy and so on?
• Do we believe in or understand the peaceable kingdom taught throughout the scriptures?
• Do we really believe all hell will break loose if we are not able to carry a gun?

  

License plates and sharks

When I was younger, my dad had a personal license plate that read, “Go IV It.”  This plate defined my upbringing and has shaped me to this day, but also confused and stumped some.  

My dad is not a medical doctor nor drug user, so IV is not for intraveneous.  Iv is not a word, though we often read the plate phonetically as kids.  It means, Go 4 it, and that we did (though mom was not always on board).  I’m not sure if I fully understood this until very recently, but I was raised to live a life of adventure.  Get in the motorhome and drive.  Jump out of the boat at 40mph.  Climb to the highest point of any given rock, tree, backstop, anything climbable.  Try every sport.  Get hurt, recover and do it again.  To live!  I was encouraged to Go IV It.  Whatever it was.  Give it a try.  I felt unstoppable as kid.  Life lessons from parents who knew what they were doing.  

If you know my story much, it may seem I still Go IV It.  We have started things, ended things, moved and restarted things, travelled overseas, adopted 2 amazing kids and continue to live as atypical as we possibly can.  But Going IV It becomes more difficult.  Fewer people encourage a 40 year old father of 2 to live as my father did while I was a child.  Responsibility.  Maturity.  Consequences.  Grow up.  Failure.  These messages are more common.  They remind me more of my personal plate.  

To take after my dad, I put the plate, Go Blu, on my convertible MG, in high school.  My dad’s plate was a slogan for life, mine was more a prayer for my dumpy car to just go.  But just going is no adventure, though sadly common and familiar to many.  

One day, Jesus approached a man named Peter.  Peter was living more of a “Go Blu” kind of life.  He was probably a good guy, worked hard, and respected by others in the community.  But when Jesus approached, he asked Peter to Go IV It.  This story as told in the Bible doesn’t tell us if Peter weighed the pros and cons, asked for friends advice, or if he even asked Jesus where they were going and what they were going to do.  Peter simply stepped into adventure.  And things turned out okay for him.

Several years ago we were on a family vacation in Belize.  Someone on the trip suggested we go swim with sharks.  I was raised to say yes to such things.  I remember standing near the edge of the boat, watching our guide shake shark bait into the water.  I remember dozens of sharks surfacing (I questioned what might look more appetizing to them).  I remember the guide telling us to jump in.  With some reservation, we did.  And I remember being okay (and it was amazing).

Last Summer I attempted an Exterra at Lake Tahoe.  First, a swim in the lake, then a challenging 22 mile mountain bike ride, followed by a twisty 3 mile trail run.  I hadn’t run in years, I had never done an open water swim and for the past 7 years I have lived at sea level.  But I was raised to say yes to such things.  I remember almost drowning in the lake.  I remember coming to near tears as the mountain kept going up and up.  I remember “jogging” (some say limping) the 3 mile trail through the finish.  And I remember being okay (and I plan on doing it again).  

I’m not sure if my dad knew his license plate would have such a lasting impact on this son.  He probably did.  Not just in shark swimming and exercise, but in the invitation of Jesus.  Go IV It has helped me to drop my nets, get out of the boat and to follow Jesus.  I sometimes weigh pros and cons, ask for advice and may wonder where we’re going and what we might do…but I still want to step into the radical adventure of living life in the way of Jesus.  I was raised to say yes to such things.  And I know it will (be even better than) okay.

I know little of what this next year has in store for me.  But I’m going 4 it.