So we're driving toward Branson for the last of our family Christmas parties last Saturday... and this dude in a huge diesel-one-ton-duelly truck passes us between Flippin and Yellville like his bedliner's on fire!
And (naturally) 30 seconds later, he is stuck behind the same traffic we have all been following for the last 20 miles... and we're behind him...
As we came into Yellville, he swerved off the road suddenly into a parking lot. Seems he saw a pedestrian who looked like they might give him directions...
As we passed him, I took in the scene: He's leaning over, talking through his open passenger window, asking this stranger for directions...
and I thought: that is so typical of how so many of us go through life! Running 100 miles an hour, not even sure where we are going or how to get there!
How many times do I find myself staying busy or 'going fast', but not really making any progress? How often am I that guy? The guy who's full-speed-ahead-at-a-break-neck-pace... but not really fulfilled or happy or content or... at peace.
As we come out of one of the happiest and busiest (and, for many, most stressful or saddest) times of the year, let us resolve to move with a purpose. Let us allow our Father to guide our steps...
May we 'be still and know' that He is God... that He is in control... and that we are not.
I resolve to slow down a bit... at least long enough to hear His voice...
Blessings!
Monday, December 31, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
reprint of Brian Mashburn's essay
I found this article republished on Terry Rush's blog. It is, quite simply, the most accurate word picture of the situation which exists in the Churches of Christ that I have ever read... and while I feel so blessed that my family has found the Riverside church - and I am fully convinced we are moving in the right direction - this article reminds me of the myriad congregations who are not. So I commend this to your reading:
My Secret Life of Discipleship
This article is long. Possibly too long for you to tackle it. I'll tempt you by telling you it has sat in my "drafts" box for at least 9 months now because I've been somewhat fearful of sending it out, which seems silly to me today for some reason. I've read it to some close friends, and in a couple of lectureship classes, and have had multiple requests for copies from some of those in attendance. It is affirming to have it's spirit resonate with a few, and it is refreshing to engage in lively but loving dialogue with those who may feel defensive. I'll remind all readers that I love the Church of Christ, and am living my life as a member of it, loving it with all that I have, and loving the world through it. Just start reading...those who are supposed to read this mess I'm confident won't be able to stop. I'd love your feedback...
I'd like to introduce you to a whole bunch of us who are members of the Church of Christ who live secret lives of discipleship totally separate and apart from our church practices.
We span the ranks of our churches...we are ministers and elders, deacons and "lay members", students and college professors, teenagers and senior citizens.
We live and move and act within Churches of Christ, and hold dear the idea of becoming more like Christ together, to become a church that is, in actuality, 'of Christ'.
We are not interested in change. We are interested in Christ, and whatever we must change in order love Him more truly, we are glad and anxious to do so.
We are immovably committed to the Bible. But only inasmuch as it teaches us about and moves us closer to Christ...and we believe it to be the perfect tool for doing so, a gift from God, the written Word that was preserved to lead us to the Living Word. We suffer from a growing intolerance for people who use the Bible merely to defend and maintain strict adherence to certain sets of worship practices, beliefs, or political positions. And most of us are long past satisfying our spiritual zeal by fighting with other attempting Bible-followers about who is right.
We are trying to find out how to pray, and our longing for prayer is intensifying. We are not motivated by duty, nor merely to "lay our requests before God". We pray because we long for actual God-contact. And in this area, in most of our churches, we feel impossibly alone and mentorless, and oftentimes even looked at as crazy or overly-emotional. We are looking to ancient monastics and mystics and their practices, and also to other denominations, to satisfy our need to be taught...we are not creative, we are desperate.
We are bright and honest and dedicated, but only some of us are educated. And those of us who are rarely point it out, and more often hide from talking about it. That's because we put very little stock in the educated merely because they are educated. We have met people who are much more devoted to the Divine Master than some who have a Masters of Divinity, and have found them more useful in our own becoming more like Christ. We are not anti-intellectual, mind you. We love smart people. But we have the innate ability to spot unspiritual smart people, and we would define them as those who run after smarts rather than Christ, and mistakenly confuse the two. We want and need smart, educated people. But educated people who expose a lack of self-awareness and humility by expecting deference from others because they know so much, we just leave them to their ivory kingdoms and sorrowfully attempt to pursue Christ's without them.
We are indignant sometimes, and defensive and rude on occasion, and every now and then, we are angry. For the younger among us, it's because we feel like we're being bargained with...asked to 'please stay in a movement that doesn't work' in exchange for job security, or hero status, or at the very least, tons and tons of gratitude and affirmation...and we sense that the strings attached are too costly. For those of us who are old enough, it stems from feeling duped in our younger years, agreeing with things that sapped us, our friends, our parents, our children, and those we tried to evangelize of the very life we said submission to our system offered. Some of us are the ones that faithfully did everything our churches asked of us, and if it asked for more we would've done that, but we ended up not looking like Jesus. Maybe it is too much to ask, but we must: Forgive us our inappropriate, un-Christlike reactions to our wounds...we don't mean to claim perfection of any sort, we only abhor those who seem to claim it themselves. And we are scared to death of becoming like that...and are angry at ourselves for ever being like that.
If you watch us closely, you'll see that we have stopped complaining about the Church of Christ that we see (for the most part), and have turned our energies to becoming the Church of Christ that we dream of. When we are at our best, we are ushering in a new world, not just yelling at the old one. We are envisioning a new society in the wake of the old, not one that puts a period on the end of the sentence and starts a brand new unrelated one, but puts a "dot, dot, dot", pausing long enough to look around at all of us, and wake up that it is already new, if we would just engage each other and the world we live in with true spiritual friendship.
That term, 'true spiritual friendship' really means something to us. It involves confession, transparency, and vulnerability. It involves mutual introspection for the purpose of personal and each others transformation. The word 'and' really means something to us, too. We distrust those who only want to transform us or others who lack the capacity to show that they too are in need of continued transformation. And mere intellectual agreement with the idea that "we all sin and fall short of the glory of God" doesn't show us anymore. We need to hear confession.
We give extravagantly to and through the Churches of Christ we attend, hoping desperately to play a role in redeeming them and ourselves. We figure that if the mission of Christ is to people, then bringing Christ to the Church of Christ people is as good a target as any. We constantly flirt with taking a few like-minded people and planting new churches, but keep faithful to our Churches of Christ either out of fear of new things, family love and loyalty, or a deep sense of calling, or all three.
We give much of our money to our Churches and to others in our life in attempts to not be bound by it, but by Christ alone. But when we get to give sacrificially, it acts almost as a drug, giving us a temporary high, proving to ourselves that are motives go beyond our own comfort. We hear Christ telling us that we can't be his disciples unless we give up all that we have, and we believe him, and want to do it, and respect anyone who does. We are tired of being richer than everyone else in the world, but are scared to do anything about it, because we think our churches will look at us as unrealistic, unwise, and bad stewards.
We give much of our time and energy, too. But we don't always give it to the church programs, because we see that as tending to the aquarium, which we agree needs to take place, but we long for our efforts to make a God-honest, actual, life-giving impact on those outside the church walls with no strings attached. We are honestly clueless as to how to do this, but we have our ideas and are trying and wish our churches would give us a legitimate seat at the table as we learn as a whole group...and even if our churches are clueless too, we wish we were all being clueless together out in the open, determined to keep trying stuff until it works.
We're taking full and total responsibility for our children, completely done with expecting from or blaming the church institution for their spiritual outcomes. We welcome anything it does to help, but we are picking and choosing and investing in relationships with the people that we want influencing our kids, and outright asking them to do so, thinking of anything positive that comes out of our churches children's and youth programs as only being supplemental, and hopefully useful. We are watching closely, however, for any residual teaching that resembles anything legalistic whatsoever and are preparing to help our kids unlearn it, explaining our love for the church that taught it, showing openly where that teaching comes from, but correcting them as to what discipleship really looks like. If a Church of Christ wants to run us off quickly, which it may want to do because our convictions can be hard to deal with, or hard to argue against, then all it must do is start teaching our kids to be legalistic rule followers instead of passionate Christ followers. We'll leave. We are already worried enough about what we are doing to them by trying to teach them discipleship at home while their church is trying to teach them why we don't have instruments in worship.
Our commitment to Churches of Christ remains as long as we can be totally honest (as opposed to being totally right) among them.
Indeed, we have much in common with the Churches we exist within, and yet co-exist with dramatic differences. We are both committed to the Bible, but our approaches to finding its riches stand at odds. We are both committed to the truth, but our definition of truth stands at odds. We are both in love with the church, but our view of who make it up and what it exists for are at odds. We both want to live in the Kingdom of Heaven, but our views of what that means and when that is to take place are at odds. We both want to see ourselves as primarily spiritual, but our comfort with embracing mystery are at odds. We both want to worship God, but our convictions on what the non-negotiables are, are at odds. We wonder if we can really co-exist.
We wonder if we are going to have to wait for some funerals to expose ourselves and our thoughts openly in the Church of Christ. We wonder, sometimes, if we can really co-exist at all, feeling sometimes like we are tolerated by our churches only because we walk on eggshells concerning how we talk about what is going on inside of us.
But we sense there is one means of hope that exalts what we have in common, and minimizes where we are different. A focus that allows us both, different as we are, to continue becoming Christians in a way that does not condemn our historical Church of Christ roots, nor restrain or condemn those of us who want to grow beyond it's limiting beliefs. The means of hope is for all of us to focus seriously on following Jesus.
The Bible's overarching call is to follow God. Jesus' overarching call is to discipleship. Our hope is in our mutual agreement to pursue the Restoration of Discipleship. Once again, and all over again, and in a brand new way...following Jesus can be our salvation.
What is our secret life made up of? The pursuit of becoming more and more like Christ in our hearts. We are striving to be prayerfully dependent, like him. We are striving to live lives of uncompromising integrity, like him. We are striving to define our lives by loving relationships, like him. We are trying to live daily lives of true and spiritual worship, like him. We are trying to become sacrificial stewards of everything we have and are, like him. We are trying to become what Scripture says we are, like him. And we are wanting to share this life-giving pursuit with every human being on the planet who doesn't know about Jesus, like him.
We will baptize our children with water, fully immersing them in it as one of the many Biblical steps of coming into the life of Christ, but we will not have an obsessive, myopic focus on it ever again. We will no longer claim to believe in the "priesthood of all believers" when we actually mean the "priesthood of all male believers". We will not ever again treat other Bible believing, Jesus following fellowships as lost people...and not because we don't disagree with them on certain significant points...but because we have been humbled by our own disagreement with our past selves, and we hope people who died thinking like we used to were saved by grace, too.
We will not write whole books explaining away the Greek word "psallos" to convince everyone instrumental music in unscriptural, we will not write articles and preach sermons focused on the churches down the street and what they are doing wrong, we will not draw lines of fellowship based on whether we should have Bible classes, kitchens, basketball goals, or multiple communion cups. The mere mention of such feuds embarrasses the fool out of us, and we swallow hard and remember our love when we have to be associated with those related to us who have or are.
We wonder if we'll get to stay in the Church of Christ. Our intolerance for our own personal past and our churches intolerance of us may foil what we feel inclined and called to do, but day by day we pursue Christ sincerely, with all of our hearts. The good news is that it doesn't take much to encourage us. Any step towards Jesus by any person at all fuels us to take our next one and we are anxious to use both as evidence that we are in the right place.
We want the Church of Christ to be a church that is actually "of Christ".
http://brianmashburn.blogspot.com/
My Secret Life of Discipleship
This article is long. Possibly too long for you to tackle it. I'll tempt you by telling you it has sat in my "drafts" box for at least 9 months now because I've been somewhat fearful of sending it out, which seems silly to me today for some reason. I've read it to some close friends, and in a couple of lectureship classes, and have had multiple requests for copies from some of those in attendance. It is affirming to have it's spirit resonate with a few, and it is refreshing to engage in lively but loving dialogue with those who may feel defensive. I'll remind all readers that I love the Church of Christ, and am living my life as a member of it, loving it with all that I have, and loving the world through it. Just start reading...those who are supposed to read this mess I'm confident won't be able to stop. I'd love your feedback...
I'd like to introduce you to a whole bunch of us who are members of the Church of Christ who live secret lives of discipleship totally separate and apart from our church practices.
We span the ranks of our churches...we are ministers and elders, deacons and "lay members", students and college professors, teenagers and senior citizens.
We live and move and act within Churches of Christ, and hold dear the idea of becoming more like Christ together, to become a church that is, in actuality, 'of Christ'.
We are not interested in change. We are interested in Christ, and whatever we must change in order love Him more truly, we are glad and anxious to do so.
We are immovably committed to the Bible. But only inasmuch as it teaches us about and moves us closer to Christ...and we believe it to be the perfect tool for doing so, a gift from God, the written Word that was preserved to lead us to the Living Word. We suffer from a growing intolerance for people who use the Bible merely to defend and maintain strict adherence to certain sets of worship practices, beliefs, or political positions. And most of us are long past satisfying our spiritual zeal by fighting with other attempting Bible-followers about who is right.
We are trying to find out how to pray, and our longing for prayer is intensifying. We are not motivated by duty, nor merely to "lay our requests before God". We pray because we long for actual God-contact. And in this area, in most of our churches, we feel impossibly alone and mentorless, and oftentimes even looked at as crazy or overly-emotional. We are looking to ancient monastics and mystics and their practices, and also to other denominations, to satisfy our need to be taught...we are not creative, we are desperate.
We are bright and honest and dedicated, but only some of us are educated. And those of us who are rarely point it out, and more often hide from talking about it. That's because we put very little stock in the educated merely because they are educated. We have met people who are much more devoted to the Divine Master than some who have a Masters of Divinity, and have found them more useful in our own becoming more like Christ. We are not anti-intellectual, mind you. We love smart people. But we have the innate ability to spot unspiritual smart people, and we would define them as those who run after smarts rather than Christ, and mistakenly confuse the two. We want and need smart, educated people. But educated people who expose a lack of self-awareness and humility by expecting deference from others because they know so much, we just leave them to their ivory kingdoms and sorrowfully attempt to pursue Christ's without them.
We are indignant sometimes, and defensive and rude on occasion, and every now and then, we are angry. For the younger among us, it's because we feel like we're being bargained with...asked to 'please stay in a movement that doesn't work' in exchange for job security, or hero status, or at the very least, tons and tons of gratitude and affirmation...and we sense that the strings attached are too costly. For those of us who are old enough, it stems from feeling duped in our younger years, agreeing with things that sapped us, our friends, our parents, our children, and those we tried to evangelize of the very life we said submission to our system offered. Some of us are the ones that faithfully did everything our churches asked of us, and if it asked for more we would've done that, but we ended up not looking like Jesus. Maybe it is too much to ask, but we must: Forgive us our inappropriate, un-Christlike reactions to our wounds...we don't mean to claim perfection of any sort, we only abhor those who seem to claim it themselves. And we are scared to death of becoming like that...and are angry at ourselves for ever being like that.
If you watch us closely, you'll see that we have stopped complaining about the Church of Christ that we see (for the most part), and have turned our energies to becoming the Church of Christ that we dream of. When we are at our best, we are ushering in a new world, not just yelling at the old one. We are envisioning a new society in the wake of the old, not one that puts a period on the end of the sentence and starts a brand new unrelated one, but puts a "dot, dot, dot", pausing long enough to look around at all of us, and wake up that it is already new, if we would just engage each other and the world we live in with true spiritual friendship.
That term, 'true spiritual friendship' really means something to us. It involves confession, transparency, and vulnerability. It involves mutual introspection for the purpose of personal and each others transformation. The word 'and' really means something to us, too. We distrust those who only want to transform us or others who lack the capacity to show that they too are in need of continued transformation. And mere intellectual agreement with the idea that "we all sin and fall short of the glory of God" doesn't show us anymore. We need to hear confession.
We give extravagantly to and through the Churches of Christ we attend, hoping desperately to play a role in redeeming them and ourselves. We figure that if the mission of Christ is to people, then bringing Christ to the Church of Christ people is as good a target as any. We constantly flirt with taking a few like-minded people and planting new churches, but keep faithful to our Churches of Christ either out of fear of new things, family love and loyalty, or a deep sense of calling, or all three.
We give much of our money to our Churches and to others in our life in attempts to not be bound by it, but by Christ alone. But when we get to give sacrificially, it acts almost as a drug, giving us a temporary high, proving to ourselves that are motives go beyond our own comfort. We hear Christ telling us that we can't be his disciples unless we give up all that we have, and we believe him, and want to do it, and respect anyone who does. We are tired of being richer than everyone else in the world, but are scared to do anything about it, because we think our churches will look at us as unrealistic, unwise, and bad stewards.
We give much of our time and energy, too. But we don't always give it to the church programs, because we see that as tending to the aquarium, which we agree needs to take place, but we long for our efforts to make a God-honest, actual, life-giving impact on those outside the church walls with no strings attached. We are honestly clueless as to how to do this, but we have our ideas and are trying and wish our churches would give us a legitimate seat at the table as we learn as a whole group...and even if our churches are clueless too, we wish we were all being clueless together out in the open, determined to keep trying stuff until it works.
We're taking full and total responsibility for our children, completely done with expecting from or blaming the church institution for their spiritual outcomes. We welcome anything it does to help, but we are picking and choosing and investing in relationships with the people that we want influencing our kids, and outright asking them to do so, thinking of anything positive that comes out of our churches children's and youth programs as only being supplemental, and hopefully useful. We are watching closely, however, for any residual teaching that resembles anything legalistic whatsoever and are preparing to help our kids unlearn it, explaining our love for the church that taught it, showing openly where that teaching comes from, but correcting them as to what discipleship really looks like. If a Church of Christ wants to run us off quickly, which it may want to do because our convictions can be hard to deal with, or hard to argue against, then all it must do is start teaching our kids to be legalistic rule followers instead of passionate Christ followers. We'll leave. We are already worried enough about what we are doing to them by trying to teach them discipleship at home while their church is trying to teach them why we don't have instruments in worship.
Our commitment to Churches of Christ remains as long as we can be totally honest (as opposed to being totally right) among them.
Indeed, we have much in common with the Churches we exist within, and yet co-exist with dramatic differences. We are both committed to the Bible, but our approaches to finding its riches stand at odds. We are both committed to the truth, but our definition of truth stands at odds. We are both in love with the church, but our view of who make it up and what it exists for are at odds. We both want to live in the Kingdom of Heaven, but our views of what that means and when that is to take place are at odds. We both want to see ourselves as primarily spiritual, but our comfort with embracing mystery are at odds. We both want to worship God, but our convictions on what the non-negotiables are, are at odds. We wonder if we can really co-exist.
We wonder if we are going to have to wait for some funerals to expose ourselves and our thoughts openly in the Church of Christ. We wonder, sometimes, if we can really co-exist at all, feeling sometimes like we are tolerated by our churches only because we walk on eggshells concerning how we talk about what is going on inside of us.
But we sense there is one means of hope that exalts what we have in common, and minimizes where we are different. A focus that allows us both, different as we are, to continue becoming Christians in a way that does not condemn our historical Church of Christ roots, nor restrain or condemn those of us who want to grow beyond it's limiting beliefs. The means of hope is for all of us to focus seriously on following Jesus.
The Bible's overarching call is to follow God. Jesus' overarching call is to discipleship. Our hope is in our mutual agreement to pursue the Restoration of Discipleship. Once again, and all over again, and in a brand new way...following Jesus can be our salvation.
What is our secret life made up of? The pursuit of becoming more and more like Christ in our hearts. We are striving to be prayerfully dependent, like him. We are striving to live lives of uncompromising integrity, like him. We are striving to define our lives by loving relationships, like him. We are trying to live daily lives of true and spiritual worship, like him. We are trying to become sacrificial stewards of everything we have and are, like him. We are trying to become what Scripture says we are, like him. And we are wanting to share this life-giving pursuit with every human being on the planet who doesn't know about Jesus, like him.
We will baptize our children with water, fully immersing them in it as one of the many Biblical steps of coming into the life of Christ, but we will not have an obsessive, myopic focus on it ever again. We will no longer claim to believe in the "priesthood of all believers" when we actually mean the "priesthood of all male believers". We will not ever again treat other Bible believing, Jesus following fellowships as lost people...and not because we don't disagree with them on certain significant points...but because we have been humbled by our own disagreement with our past selves, and we hope people who died thinking like we used to were saved by grace, too.
We will not write whole books explaining away the Greek word "psallos" to convince everyone instrumental music in unscriptural, we will not write articles and preach sermons focused on the churches down the street and what they are doing wrong, we will not draw lines of fellowship based on whether we should have Bible classes, kitchens, basketball goals, or multiple communion cups. The mere mention of such feuds embarrasses the fool out of us, and we swallow hard and remember our love when we have to be associated with those related to us who have or are.
We wonder if we'll get to stay in the Church of Christ. Our intolerance for our own personal past and our churches intolerance of us may foil what we feel inclined and called to do, but day by day we pursue Christ sincerely, with all of our hearts. The good news is that it doesn't take much to encourage us. Any step towards Jesus by any person at all fuels us to take our next one and we are anxious to use both as evidence that we are in the right place.
We want the Church of Christ to be a church that is actually "of Christ".
http://brianmashburn.blogspot.com/
Sunday, December 23, 2007
the Good Samaritan - "who is my neighbor?"
On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. "Teacher," he asked, "what must I do to inherit eternal life?"
"What is written in the Law?" He replied. "How do you read it?"
In response, the lawyer quoted the shema: 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'... then he quoted from Leviticus: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'
"You have answered correctly," Jesus replied. "Do this and you will live."
Then the man asked Jesus the burning question of the day...
As we read that question today, two thousand years after it was asked, we may miss the significance. Because, to me, it seems like a superfluous question... 'who is my neighbor?'...
But I have to keep two things in mind: this guy was 'trying to test Jesus'... and, his question was asked from the standpoint of 'have to'... in other words, he's asking Jesus whom he must love...
so, in typical Jesus fashion, He did not satisfy the guy with a tidy answer. I don't know what this dude was expecting Jesus to say, but I doubt it was what he got.... Jesus wasn't given to providing tidy 'one-liner-wrapped-up-in-a-nice-bow' theological snippets. He provided his audience with a real life application in the form of a parable.
He draws a stark contrast between the two men who were too busy and important and 'clean' to help... and one guy who took time to stop and provide aid. The characters Jesus used in His story were, not so coincidentally, people with whom His audience was very familiar: a priest - a person of considerable position and wealth (probably there were a couple in his audience), a Levite - a pure, blue-blooded priest (again, probably a couple within the sound of His voice), and a samaritan (the lowest-class half-breed kind of person anyone could think of).
I am not sure what this slick lawyer expected to hear. Usually I can see the 'angle' of these guys who tried to trap Jesus... but, to be frank, I have never really been able to figure out what this guy wanted to get out of Jesus in this case.
Maybe he wanted Jesus to specifically define what a 'neighbor' was.... perhaps he had his quill and vellum poised and ready, expecting to hear a profound list of characteristics of the prototypical neighbor.
Whatever his motive for the question, Jesus intentionally uses the lowest scumbag of an example to describe what a neighbor 'looks like'...
According to Jesus, a neighbor is not defined by nationality, or by skin color, or by political position or station in life... a neighbor is not from a particular family or geographical proximity.
Simply put, according to the Savior of the world, a neighbor is anyone who sees someone in need and fills that need.
Wonder what the lawyer thought of that definition?
What do we think?
May we never be too busy to see those who need help... and help them.
Blessings!
"What is written in the Law?" He replied. "How do you read it?"
In response, the lawyer quoted the shema: 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'... then he quoted from Leviticus: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'
"You have answered correctly," Jesus replied. "Do this and you will live."
Then the man asked Jesus the burning question of the day...
"who is my neighbor?"
As we read that question today, two thousand years after it was asked, we may miss the significance. Because, to me, it seems like a superfluous question... 'who is my neighbor?'...
But I have to keep two things in mind: this guy was 'trying to test Jesus'... and, his question was asked from the standpoint of 'have to'... in other words, he's asking Jesus whom he must love...
so, in typical Jesus fashion, He did not satisfy the guy with a tidy answer. I don't know what this dude was expecting Jesus to say, but I doubt it was what he got.... Jesus wasn't given to providing tidy 'one-liner-wrapped-up-in-a-nice-bow' theological snippets. He provided his audience with a real life application in the form of a parable.
He draws a stark contrast between the two men who were too busy and important and 'clean' to help... and one guy who took time to stop and provide aid. The characters Jesus used in His story were, not so coincidentally, people with whom His audience was very familiar: a priest - a person of considerable position and wealth (probably there were a couple in his audience), a Levite - a pure, blue-blooded priest (again, probably a couple within the sound of His voice), and a samaritan (the lowest-class half-breed kind of person anyone could think of).
I am not sure what this slick lawyer expected to hear. Usually I can see the 'angle' of these guys who tried to trap Jesus... but, to be frank, I have never really been able to figure out what this guy wanted to get out of Jesus in this case.
Maybe he wanted Jesus to specifically define what a 'neighbor' was.... perhaps he had his quill and vellum poised and ready, expecting to hear a profound list of characteristics of the prototypical neighbor.
Whatever his motive for the question, Jesus intentionally uses the lowest scumbag of an example to describe what a neighbor 'looks like'...
According to Jesus, a neighbor is not defined by nationality, or by skin color, or by political position or station in life... a neighbor is not from a particular family or geographical proximity.
Simply put, according to the Savior of the world, a neighbor is anyone who sees someone in need and fills that need.
Wonder what the lawyer thought of that definition?
What do we think?
May we never be too busy to see those who need help... and help them.
Blessings!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Matt 10:42 - something to lose
There are tons of great messages in the gospel accounts... I love so many of the stories and examples in Matthew.
At the end of the 10th chapter, the former tax collector records Jesus as saying:
I've read that passage many times, but something struck me this morning that I had not noticed (don't you just love the fact that His Word is ever new?).
That last phrase.... 'will certainly not lose his reward'... surprised me today.
For all the times I have railed against my own natural (and learned) habit of wanting to 'work to earn salvation', I find this innocuous little phrase - when I wasn't even looking for it - which serves as a reminder that salvation is a priceless gift from a gracious God.
One can infer that 'the reward' is heaven... and that it has been given freely...
But think of the ways Jesus could have spoken this truth... He could have said:
"those who don't care for these little ones will not be saved" or
"if you help someone, you will be rewarded"...
He said neither. The implication is obvious and profound.
We are saved. Christ delivered us. We have our reward. It has immense value. And we do not want to lose it.
May be a subtly different way to look at it... but it seems important somehow. We are not earning the reward... but because of the generosity of the gift, we cannot help but help others. It is our response to the gift, not a price we pay for the gift...
Because that gift was paid for with the blood of Jesus Christ.
At the end of the 10th chapter, the former tax collector records Jesus as saying:
"And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water
to one of these little ones because he is my disciple,
I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward."
I've read that passage many times, but something struck me this morning that I had not noticed (don't you just love the fact that His Word is ever new?).
That last phrase.... 'will certainly not lose his reward'... surprised me today.
For all the times I have railed against my own natural (and learned) habit of wanting to 'work to earn salvation', I find this innocuous little phrase - when I wasn't even looking for it - which serves as a reminder that salvation is a priceless gift from a gracious God.
One can infer that 'the reward' is heaven... and that it has been given freely...
But think of the ways Jesus could have spoken this truth... He could have said:
"those who don't care for these little ones will not be saved" or
"if you help someone, you will be rewarded"...
He said neither. The implication is obvious and profound.
We are saved. Christ delivered us. We have our reward. It has immense value. And we do not want to lose it.
May be a subtly different way to look at it... but it seems important somehow. We are not earning the reward... but because of the generosity of the gift, we cannot help but help others. It is our response to the gift, not a price we pay for the gift...
Because that gift was paid for with the blood of Jesus Christ.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
falling down
There is nothing quite like the feeling of falling. It is complete helplessness... people have recurring nightmares about falling... because it is a scary thing. Especially when you are not a kid anymore!
I don't like falling. The last significant fall I suffered was a dozen years ago...
I had built these steps from the cul-de-sac in front of our house up to our front door... the house is on a slope, so the front door sat approximately 60 feet above the cul-de-sac. I cut in 49 stairs along the contour of the slope - using railroad ties... and not the sanitized namby-pamby lumber that passes for RR ties today at most home improvement stores! These were collected (by me, with permission) from the side of a railroad... they were the ones which had been discarded when they had been replaced by newer ones...
49 of these 100-lb, creosote-soaked monsters! Cut into the side of the hill leading up to my front door... I am tired just thinking about it!
Anyhow, a couple years after me and Michael Lance built this railroad tie staircase, we had a big ice storm... then it snowed, then it iced again, then it turned reeeeaaaallly cold! (don't get ahead of me)
So the morning after all the ice and snow and cold hit, I stepped out the front door to walk down the 49 railroad tie steps to get to my pickup, which I had parked in the cul-de-sac (because I couldn't drive it to the top of the hill into the garage)...
When my right foot hit the top step, I fell.
I didn't fall right there... I hit the first step, and that's the last thing I remembered until I woke up at the bottom of the cul-de-sac, under the front right tire of my pickup!
Evidently my foot had slipped on that first step... I never really understood the phrase 'head over heels' until that day. That is a very accurate description of my trip down the 49 steps which, by the way, took considerably less time to traverse down than up.
My neighbor Mrs. Nelson was leaning out her door 200 feet away from my eventual stopping place yelling "are you ok? are you alright?"... and I finally opened my eyes and answered...
She had seen the entire scene, and later told me she thought I had hit every one of the 49 railroad ties with my head on the way down.
There were no cell phones (or at least I didn't own one), and I could not climb the steps back up to the house.... so I got in my pickup and drove to work... I called my wife from the office, and she was unaware of the drama and my near-death experience... though she recalled 4 year old Caitlin standing at the front window cackling uncontrollably and screaming (with glee) 'daddy funny! daddy funny!'
I called my brother to tell him, and when he finally stopped laughing, he said "man, if you'd let me get my video camera... would you do that again? We could make $10,000!!!"
Anyhow, I don't know if there is any application here... ok, there's probably a million... but I'm laughing too hard remembering that fall (once the soreness left me - about two weeks later) to think of any...
more later...
God Bless!
I don't like falling. The last significant fall I suffered was a dozen years ago...
I had built these steps from the cul-de-sac in front of our house up to our front door... the house is on a slope, so the front door sat approximately 60 feet above the cul-de-sac. I cut in 49 stairs along the contour of the slope - using railroad ties... and not the sanitized namby-pamby lumber that passes for RR ties today at most home improvement stores! These were collected (by me, with permission) from the side of a railroad... they were the ones which had been discarded when they had been replaced by newer ones...
49 of these 100-lb, creosote-soaked monsters! Cut into the side of the hill leading up to my front door... I am tired just thinking about it!
Anyhow, a couple years after me and Michael Lance built this railroad tie staircase, we had a big ice storm... then it snowed, then it iced again, then it turned reeeeaaaallly cold! (don't get ahead of me)
So the morning after all the ice and snow and cold hit, I stepped out the front door to walk down the 49 railroad tie steps to get to my pickup, which I had parked in the cul-de-sac (because I couldn't drive it to the top of the hill into the garage)...
When my right foot hit the top step, I fell.
I didn't fall right there... I hit the first step, and that's the last thing I remembered until I woke up at the bottom of the cul-de-sac, under the front right tire of my pickup!
Evidently my foot had slipped on that first step... I never really understood the phrase 'head over heels' until that day. That is a very accurate description of my trip down the 49 steps which, by the way, took considerably less time to traverse down than up.
My neighbor Mrs. Nelson was leaning out her door 200 feet away from my eventual stopping place yelling "are you ok? are you alright?"... and I finally opened my eyes and answered...
She had seen the entire scene, and later told me she thought I had hit every one of the 49 railroad ties with my head on the way down.
There were no cell phones (or at least I didn't own one), and I could not climb the steps back up to the house.... so I got in my pickup and drove to work... I called my wife from the office, and she was unaware of the drama and my near-death experience... though she recalled 4 year old Caitlin standing at the front window cackling uncontrollably and screaming (with glee) 'daddy funny! daddy funny!'
I called my brother to tell him, and when he finally stopped laughing, he said "man, if you'd let me get my video camera... would you do that again? We could make $10,000!!!"
Anyhow, I don't know if there is any application here... ok, there's probably a million... but I'm laughing too hard remembering that fall (once the soreness left me - about two weeks later) to think of any...
more later...
God Bless!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
fishing for trout and dodging tomcats
So it had to be sometime about early spring of 1989 or so... My friend and idol Stan Johnson called to see if I wanted to go to the White Buffalo resort the next morning to wet a hook in the river...
"they're not generating, so the water should be perfect", was his sales pitch...
"yeah, but Stan, it's gonna be about 40 degrees in the morning", was my weak objection...
So the next morning about 6, there we were waist deep in the beautiful (and very cold) White River, casting upstream and letting the current carry the salmon eggs across the smooth rocks of the riverbed... bumping along 'til the line would go taut... setting the hook and bringing in the trophy (OK, that's a bit of a stretch... but we did catch a few rainbows that morning...)
Those of you who have fished at the confluence of the White and Buffalo rivers know that the train tracks run along the river valley... so it's no surprise to hear the occasional locomotive come chugging down the tracks and rattle the ground...
But that morning, as we began to hear a low rumble, it was different. Stanley was standing about 20 yards downstream from me... we looked at each other for a moment, then returned to the work of reeling and watching our fishing line...
the rumble grew, and Stan said to me, "that's not a train..."
His words barely had a chance to echo across the water before the rumble became a deafening roar...
and suddenly two F-14 Tomcat fighter jets screamed down the river right above our heads...
SSSSSSWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHHHHHH! they roared by, slickly maneuvering between the bluffs of the riverbank...
the sound died as quickly as it had built... and the river was silent again...
Stan and I looked at each other, speechless... neither of us had ever been dive-bombed by fighter jets before... but we were both very glad that the water was above our waists, since we both had relieved ourselves!
Of course, these pilots were performing maneuvers in the hills and hollers of the Ozarks... I learned later that they used the White River valley often to simulate the topography of some 3rd world country on the other side of the planet...
but that day they scared two fisherman almost to death... and my friend Stan and I laugh about it everytime we talk...
When I think of that day, sometimes I think of our Savior returning... several Bible verses describe a pretty noisy affair: "the roar of a lion", "the roar of rushing waters" or "the roar of a great multitude"...
And while much language referring to the last days and heaven are likely symbolic and figurative, I somehow think that Jesus' return will be accompanied, literally, by a loud roar...
Combine that with the Biblical references to the 'unexpectedness' of His return, and I can imagine that day may be at least a little bit like that day on the White River... when, suddenly, the serenity and calm of a pristine moment is shattered by a very loud and surprising sound...
And, for my part, I simply can't wait!
blessings!
"they're not generating, so the water should be perfect", was his sales pitch...
"yeah, but Stan, it's gonna be about 40 degrees in the morning", was my weak objection...
So the next morning about 6, there we were waist deep in the beautiful (and very cold) White River, casting upstream and letting the current carry the salmon eggs across the smooth rocks of the riverbed... bumping along 'til the line would go taut... setting the hook and bringing in the trophy (OK, that's a bit of a stretch... but we did catch a few rainbows that morning...)
Those of you who have fished at the confluence of the White and Buffalo rivers know that the train tracks run along the river valley... so it's no surprise to hear the occasional locomotive come chugging down the tracks and rattle the ground...
But that morning, as we began to hear a low rumble, it was different. Stanley was standing about 20 yards downstream from me... we looked at each other for a moment, then returned to the work of reeling and watching our fishing line...
the rumble grew, and Stan said to me, "that's not a train..."
His words barely had a chance to echo across the water before the rumble became a deafening roar...
and suddenly two F-14 Tomcat fighter jets screamed down the river right above our heads...
SSSSSSWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHHHHHH! they roared by, slickly maneuvering between the bluffs of the riverbank...
the sound died as quickly as it had built... and the river was silent again...
Stan and I looked at each other, speechless... neither of us had ever been dive-bombed by fighter jets before... but we were both very glad that the water was above our waists, since we both had relieved ourselves!
Of course, these pilots were performing maneuvers in the hills and hollers of the Ozarks... I learned later that they used the White River valley often to simulate the topography of some 3rd world country on the other side of the planet...
but that day they scared two fisherman almost to death... and my friend Stan and I laugh about it everytime we talk...
When I think of that day, sometimes I think of our Savior returning... several Bible verses describe a pretty noisy affair: "the roar of a lion", "the roar of rushing waters" or "the roar of a great multitude"...
And while much language referring to the last days and heaven are likely symbolic and figurative, I somehow think that Jesus' return will be accompanied, literally, by a loud roar...
Combine that with the Biblical references to the 'unexpectedness' of His return, and I can imagine that day may be at least a little bit like that day on the White River... when, suddenly, the serenity and calm of a pristine moment is shattered by a very loud and surprising sound...
And, for my part, I simply can't wait!
blessings!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
throwing rocks
When I was about 10 years old, my older brother and I would have rock fights.
Many of you are nodding your head in realization.... "that explains a lot!", you're thinking...
I am telling you the truth. When we were boys we had rock fights... (evidently we weren't very accurate or someone may have gotten hurt)... but, truly, sometimes we would just line up about 20 yards from each other and start hurling small rocks at each other.
here's the kicker: we weren't really mad or trying to settle anything... we were just bored!
Sometimes adults do the same thing... we just line up and throw rocks. And, oddly enough, we aren't always trying to settle anything... and we aren't really mad at each other... and it's not that we really feel strongly or passionately about something. We, like my brother and me, are just...
I wonder why we act like that? Looking to pick up a rock and sling it? I am reminded of Paul's words in his letter to Rome:
That sounds like a plan...
May God bless us as we try to do just that...
Many of you are nodding your head in realization.... "that explains a lot!", you're thinking...
I am telling you the truth. When we were boys we had rock fights... (evidently we weren't very accurate or someone may have gotten hurt)... but, truly, sometimes we would just line up about 20 yards from each other and start hurling small rocks at each other.
here's the kicker: we weren't really mad or trying to settle anything... we were just bored!
Sometimes adults do the same thing... we just line up and throw rocks. And, oddly enough, we aren't always trying to settle anything... and we aren't really mad at each other... and it's not that we really feel strongly or passionately about something. We, like my brother and me, are just...
bored.
I wonder why we act like that? Looking to pick up a rock and sling it? I am reminded of Paul's words in his letter to Rome:
If it is possible, as far as it depends on you,
live at peace with everyone.
That sounds like a plan...
May God bless us as we try to do just that...
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