Blessings through Bubba

This past Saturday, I had the privilege of going to see one of my college buddies coach his basketball team (Hampden-Sydney College). It's only an hour and a half drive from Richmond, so that makes it pretty easy to get up there, particularly when your brother-in-law is a Hampden Sydney alum.

Since my buddy Bubba didn't have much time to talk after the game (he had to do a radio interview and scout the next game), he asked us to stay around a bit. So we came up to the upper box with him, to an area that said, "No fans beyond this point." But if anyone were to say anything, I would have simply pointed to Bubba.

After the game, we were offered a meal 'on the house' at Applebees. But first we would have to wait for him to do some sort of 'coachy' type work in the sports/alumni office. Though I didn't deserve to be there, since I was neither alumni nor 'sports,' I felt strangely comfortable. Even comfortable enough to put my feet up on a coffee table (although I did take the lead from my bro-in-law). Again, if anyone were to say anything to me, I would have simply pointed to Bubba.

Finally we went to Applebee's where we were instructed to get anything we wanted (there were limits for players; but no limits for coaches). The food was good. Fellowship was good. We had a good time. And if anyone were to say that I didn't belong, I would have one word for them: "Bubba"

My afternoon and evening with Bubba displayed a great freedom and access through the accomplishments of one person. I experienced opportunities, access to unique places, even a special meal with a dear friend (at the expense of Hampden-Sydney!).

It reminded me of the blessings Christ purchased for me. If Satan or anyone else tells me I don't belong, I simply need to utter one word. As Martin Luther put it in his famous hymn A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, "One word shall fell him." So for now we say bye to Bubba and hello to Christ.

The gift that keeps giving

Last night I spent some time with my cousins, and Aunt/Uncle in Richmond. There were babies galore, some of them fairly fresh: 5-6 months or so. So it was extremely nice for them to 'assemble' with one day's notice, and not play the 'sick baby card.' Flexibility is always a good thing, especially when its another's flexibility that is tested!

I asked my Uncle and cousin-in-law about their church. Both greatly appreciated their pastor and his sermons. The sermons were brief enough to hold their attention, and included everyday mundane illustrations which parishioners could obviously identify (like a bug hanging onto a windshield wiper or his cat doing something ridiculous). But perhaps most astounding was my uncle and cousin-in-law's ability to recount these illustrations to me, and explain the point behind them!

Illustrations are what people remember the longest. A truth/application that is wed to a good illustration is one of the greatest gifts a preacher can give to his people. In the words of Cousin Eddy from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, "It's the gift that keeps giving, the whole year round."

Sometimes its good to assume

Well, I had some better thoughts already 'blogged down' a few minutes ago, but somehow they were just deleted from the cyber world and out of my life forever. So I hope that these thoughts will be helpful for 'you and yours.' I love saying that.

Amy and I decided to fly out the day after Xmas, as opposed to Xmas day like we did last year. I highly recommend flying the day after if possible. Last year it was less than festive to see a 24 hour continous loop of In Sync's video "Its Christmas time!" Not to mention I think it probably took 5-10 years off my life-though I can't prove it.

Regardless, the plane ride was fairly turbulence ridden. But amidst the turbulence, I witnessed something strange. A few kids, probably 10-15 years of age, were loving every bit of turbulence. My reaction to the plane oscillating, or rising/dropping sharply is usually, "Lord protect us!"

But these kids were shouting out with glee, like Santa's proverbial reindeer after Rudolph got a nose job (I think that's what really happened-noses don't glow red without extensive surgery or serious allergies).

How could they? How could they enjoy every bit of the plane's shaking, when all the adults were terrified? I think they just presumed that the plane would land safely at their final destination, and simply treated it as ride. But I think there was something very profound behind their cheers. A simple confidence that the plane would land.

It's probably better to prayerfully presume the plan will land. Then I, along with the rest of the adults who seemed 'concerned' at the very least, may fly in peace one day. Maybe that's what the kids were doing. Maybe that's how we learn even to have joy even in the turbulence on the ground and in life. Maybe that's how Paul the apostle did it, seeing how he was confident that he would arrive at his final destination whether people came to his aid or not (II Tim 4:16). In air travel and in life, there are some good assumptions.

Some Herodian Lessons on Anger and the Recording of History

I had been out of my normal daily bible reading the last few days, but fortunately felt both a strong need and desire to get back in it this morning at the airport. Recently I have been trying to carefully study the Christmas accounts in Luke and Matthew. Since Christmas is officially over now, I found it apropos to look at what happened after the Magi left.

In Matthew 2, Herod got wicked angry and gave orders to kill all the children under two years of age in Bethlehem and the surrounding areas.

Two things to note regarding this event:

1.) Anger problems can sometimes be avoided by proper understanding of God's Providence.

God spoke through a dream, warning the Magi not to return to Herod. It was God's will that they did not return to Herod. Did Herod know that God had spoken to them through a dream? No, but it was clear to Herod that they would not be coming back to him-that shows God's will clearly enough.

I was reminded this morning that I often become angry when things don't correspond to my desire and expectations. Or when people don't do things I expect them to do.
But looking at this passage, I need to be reminded that they have acted exactly according to the 'script.' Hopefully I can relax more and not get so angry. I have no intention of killing a bunch of toddlers, but my anger shows up in other ways.

2.) Even when things aren't recorded for us in history books, it doesn't mean that they didn't happen the way the bible says they did

There is no mention of Herod's killing these Bethlehem babies in secular writings. Two explanations shall come forth. First of all, Herod did a ton of killing (his wife, mother-in-law, kids, enemies-which he considered to be everyone) that to record every act of murder would be impossible!

Next, Bethlehem was a small town. Scholars think that the town had only 1000 folks (if not half that), and so the number of babies might not have exceded 20. Just a scholastic conjecture, but it is certainly interesting. Jocephus and other historians might not have even known about a tragedy in a small town, or even bothered to record it. Things that happen in big towns always get more publicity.

Sometimes historical documents reinforce what we read in the bible, sometimes they don't. But it shouldn't bother us. After all, Jocephus was a turncoat Jew writing for the Romans. In his writings, he tries to justify his turning. He was even more biased than the bible writers. And they weren't getting paid like he would have been! Just some food for thought for the skeptic (or skeptic in us).

Some healthy speculation and application

For the last two Christian Ed classes I've led, we've done a mini-series I call, "Christmas in the Bible." We looked at the two different accounts in Luke and Matthew, as well as took a quiz on what exactly is and what isn't in the bible. You'd be surprised how much you assume.

Yesterday, we examined the historical background of Herod the Great and the Magi (the wise men), and had a fun time speculating on some of their heart motivations. Speculating can be dangerous if it is not tempered by community, other scriptures, and a recognition that speculation cannot be confused with special revelation (bible).

However we all found it helpful to speculate a bit to dig a little deeper into these scripture accounts of Christ's birth and the short time thereafter (Magi found Jesus in a house, perhaps up to 2 years later). Since the Magi were overjoyed, and 'rejoiced exceedingly with great joy,' probably knew somewhat of what/whom they were seeking (they would have been very well educated), worshiped Jesus, we found great application this Christmas.

Instead of being bothered by a Bucs loss this morning (which really doesn't mean anything in the long run, or short run either-they'll end up the same seed in the playoffs regardless) or all the busyness that lies ahead, I was reminded to rejoice simply in Jesus. Not presents, not family, not the blessings I've received, but simply in Jesus' coming and promise to come again.

We concluded with some reflection on the poem "The Journey of the Magi" by T.S. Eliot. I think this poem reflects his own spiritual journey to Christianity. Here's an excerpt we briefly pondered. Its an inquiry into what the Magi might have felt like when they returned to the East. I recommend "googling" the rest of it.

  
All this was a long time ago,
I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt.
I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death,
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

Reflection time

I tried to reflect upon the meaning of Christmas more fully by neglecting my normal sports talk programs. However, I didn't find that time the least bit helpful. I'm not nearly as contemplative or reflective as I once thought. Car time will probably not be the best reflection time for me. Perhaps it might work for you.

Instead I sat back in my favorite chair and listened to Indelible Grace's "Your King Has Come" Christmas album. Various artists have rewritten (slightly) for guitar some of the traditional hymns (the good ones-with one exception) and have been very edifying to myself and Amy. I highly recommend this CD.

Some pictures

If you would like to see some more pictures from our Xmas Cookie Outreach, click here
It might give you a better picture of what went on. Pun intended.

"How Silently, How Silently"-that doesn't sound like a Christmas song, does it?

A church administrator commented to me today, "As I was preparing the bulletin for Sunday, and reading the lyrics to 'O Little Town of Bethlehem,' I was struck by the words, 'How silently, how silently...'" To her, Christmas time has been and is normally anything but silent. She pondered the question, "Where have we gone wrong?"

Its easy to play the cultural blame game, but it is our fault for being influenced by it. So another question to ponder is this: "How can Christmas time be more silent?" Not necessarily silent as in the absence of all noise, but 'silently' as in the absence of that noise, activity, that drives our focus away from the celebration of our Messiah's first coming and anticipation of His Second.

For example, listening to good Christmas music (if you're a reader of this blog, you know what I think is good and not good; but each has freedom to decide for him/herself!) can be extremely devotional, uplifting, reflective, and even challenging and convicting.

And not all activity is bad; in fact, many Christmas related activities are good. We recently had a Christmas party for our comm group in which we invited neighbors and friends without a church. Another comm group went caroling to elderly members and friends. Even our cookie outreach was stressful to organize, but everyone who participated found deep encouragement and a real Christmas joy in participating.

But there are some potentially (I also think they can be good with proper heart bad motivations) noises/overstressing activities in my opinion. The loudest noise/activity for me is shopping. Don't get me wrong, I like buying gifts for family. But figuring it all out, running all over town; it never seems to end.

Getting stressed by Christmas shopping for Xmas presents a bad noise, which moves our focus away from joy and onto the stress of figuring out whether you spent enough or how well the gift will be received, or what the next person needs. I really haven't figured out a remedy for this yet. Is it better to spread out your shopping, or just endure all of the stress in one day? I don't know.

Perhaps a remedy would be to just draw names. Instead of shopping for small presents for a bunch of people, you might just get one or a few expensive things. That would certainly help my spirit during this busy time.

Today, I'm planning on not listening to any Sports Talk (one day out of the year isn't too bad, eh?) when I drive and I will simply try to reflect the two important aspects of Christmas: His Coming, and His Return. I'm not punishing myself, nor am I performing some radio-less act of self-flagellation; I simply feel a need for some silence in my busy world. I'll let you know how this exercise goes.

A curse is a curse of course, of course, unless the curse is "The Curse"

I would truly be doing the Tampa Bay Bucs a disservice if I did not blog about the extraordinary happening at Raymond James stadium on Sunday. After 1865 kick-off returns, a Bucs kickreturner finally returned one 'to the house.' The simple law of averages would seem to allow for this to happen about once a year. But once in 32 years?

Nevertheless, the timing was perfect, or close to perfect. I actually never thought it would happen. It seemed like the Bucs were under some sort of curse, and I really kind of believed it. So whether there was an official curse or not, the 'curse' has been broken. And how appropriate because Christmas is a time when we celebrate 'The Curse' being broken.

'The Curse' started back in Gen 3 when sin entered into this world of ours. The serpent was cursed, the ground was cursed, and both the man and woman had to endure the effects of this curse, because they were both responsible for it (however neither Adam nor Eve were actually cursed by God-look it up if you don't believe me).

Jesus then becomes the 'seed' or 'offspring' of the woman who would crush the offspring of the serpent-ultimately foreshadowing a victory over Satan by means of the cross. But Jesus, this 'seed' or 'offspring,' didn't stop with His triumph at the cross and resurrection. In fact, He will one day crush Satan under our feet (Romans 16:20). And that is one more thing we can celebrate at Christmas.

What it looks like for Jesus to crush Satan under our feet is captured in the popular Christmas hymn "Joy to the World." By the way, most Christmas hymns have some incredibly profound, and theologically rich lyrics. Check these out:

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.

Jesus' coming was the beginning of His work, and He will one day extend his blessings as far as the curse is found. One day we shall have a world without 'The Curse' (what that means for fishing, I don't know yet). But this the distinctly Christian hope, and one more reason to celebrate, pray, and long for The Return of the King.

Does Jesus get a fair deal?

On a Christian radio station trying to raise money, my wife heard something a bit unsettling. The emphasis was on the blessing of giving. Certainly giving is a grace of God, and it is also a blessing for the one giving. There is joy in giving, and God gives that joy, and He loves a cheerful giver (II Cor 9:7).

But the emphasis seemed to be placed (I didn't actually hear it myself) on what you get back when you give. Now I could spend much more time on this, but the 'advice' from a DJ took a different turn. If we give, we get back something in return that is of great value. For example, look at God. He gave Jesus and He got 'us' out of it.

In case you don't know by now, you can argue with most things people say, and often find out that the real problem is either semantic, or the fact that the person cannot say everything-and is merely trying to something specific and apropos to the situation. For instance Paul wrote Corinthians and Galatians to different audiences, with two different emphases: one has more emphasis on justification, the other on living consistently with our justification. Its the same gospel applied to different problems in different churches. We can't say to Paul, "This is true, but you left out this part." No, he said what needed to be said to that particular audience, and left out what didn't need to be said.

However, I think this issue is slightly more than semantic and perhaps touches on a deep church cultural problem. God the Father gave up His only Son as a sacrifice. It was a great sacrifice. It was not as though He-though if you want to get Trinitarian and technical, Jesus received the Church (John 10:29)-was getting something of equal or greater value (sounds like a coupon) when He received the church.

A wise person once declared a great error in our normal everyday thinking: "We think we are 'the SH*T (in case you aren't aware of this colloquial, it means awesome, or the best). And don't we? Do we think that God made a fair trade? That we are worthy of this great sacrifice of a Savior being born in a feeding trough and crucified on a cross?

If we fail to see the depth of sacrifice, we fail to see how great we are loved. It wasn't a fair trade-I can speak for myself. I was not worthy to be saved. However, Jesus would never say I , or you, weren't worth it.

Instead of hopes of a fair trade, he came out of his great affection for His people and His own glory. And while He would never say anyone was worthy (deserving-before or after salvation) to be saved, I guarantee you he would say "I'm glad I came down to save sinners. It was worth my sacrifice."

The greater we think we are, the closer it becomes to being a fair trade. The closer it becomes to being a fair trade, the further away from love we get: not only His love for us, but concomitantly our love for Him. He simply, and amazingly, puts His love over His children, like a Father/Mother puts his/her love over a newborn child. And I'm glad He does.

When old doors truly close on you

Here is another example of God closing doors which I desperately wanted opened, and opening doors which I hadn't thought much about. As good as Sunday was with our cookie outreach, Friday was that bad. Well, kind of-but not a 'serious' bad, more of a 'frustrating' bad.

I invited another young couple from church over to the house to eat some snook (the same snook pictured on this blog). So I had already begun thawing the meat when I get the call that his wife was too sick to attend. With Amy not eating much fish, I didn't know what we would do with all that snook (it was one whole fillet of a 30 inch fish).

I started calling, and ended up with about 5-6 different "No thanks" for a last minute snook eating invitation. Only one was even close to saying yes.

Then I go to the gym, and I get word that it will be closing down. That day. Where would I work out now? I was actually beginning to meet more and more people there. I wondered why God would just take this away. I had grown fond of the gym I once loathed.

No one knew what would happen. Getting the truth out of the few workers left was about as easy as getting the truth out of a baseball player accused of using performance enhancing drugs. And I had no power to play the perjury card.

I cut my workout short because I was so disgusted with the gym ownership. I really wanted to call the newspapers, the TV News channels, and give this owner some negative publicity.

Then I asked my workout partner if he wanted to come over to the house and eat some snook. He said yes, and then I invited one more person whose wife was out of town. So we had 4 over to the house to eat the snook which I was uncertain how to prepare. This no fried food thing for Amy is killing my style. However the baked snook was world class good. The evening was a blessing for all.

On Monday I drove up to Fusion Fitness to see what was up. It was surely closed. But lo there were Lifestyles employees there to answer questions, and like angels, herald the good news. I am now a Lifestyles member. Lifestyles (aka Glob0-gym) bought out Fusion Fitness (Average Joe's). Praise God I didn't cancel on Friday afternoon! Basically I upgraded for free, with the same terms of contract in a nicer place.

I only hope that those I had begun to get to know will see me at the Lifestyles gym. If not, I'll just meet and build relationships with those whom God puts before me. Closed doors can be frustrating, but they are never truly 'bad.'

Xmas Cookie Outreach

I'm still pretty high right now. Not drugs, not hugs, just kind of an emotional and spiritual high. Yesterday, we had our neighborhood outreach cookie/craft decoration thing. We invited neighborhood kids (we had 2 families come), Amy's kindergarteners (close to 10, and some of their siblings), a number of our church kids, and those invited by our church folk. It was amazing (25-30 kids).

There were so many little things that God worked out to make it run as smoothly as possible. Amy and I borrowed the pastor's big blue van and picked up 6 kids at 5 houses. Fortunately Amy called the parents on Sunday, and reminded them that we were coming. Miracle of miracles, they actually called back. Some were surprised, some couldn't come, others would be coming but THEY wanted to drive them here.

That was great news. Finding these houses was not easy, and took a long time because they were all spread out. It was great news to hear that we would only need to go to 5 houses, not 8! Had we gone to 8 we would not have made it back in time to get some last minute things ready.

But we found all of them-mapquest was actually accurate. We took on some enemy fire when driving through one of the neighborhoods (rocks or something else hard). But those kids were gone when we returned to drop them off.

We used the symbolism of the candy cane to share about Jesus, and offered a possible name change if they only would turn it upside down: Jesus cane. We also tried to teach them "Silent Night." The other two stations involved making donut snowmen and reindeer cookies, and decorating a bag to house their creations and our Xmas Eve invitation.

Everything ran so smoothly, particularly when you think of 25-30 kids, 15 or so adults, 10 youth, other parents of kids. I bet we had at least 50-60 people in my yard, cul de sac, or house! On Sunday I thought this would have been a good idea if we hadn't invited Amy's kids. It would have been more manageable. And it might have. But God 'managed' everything, working behind the scenes.

One report from a member came today which spoke of a young girl understanding the importance and symbolism of Jesus and the candy cane. Another neighbor told me how grateful she was that we do things like this and neighborhood cookouts. I spoke with several neighbors and warned them of the activities which would be going on. Fortunately they were cool. Forget Robert Frost's saying, "good fences make good neighbors." Communication, community, love, regular prayer, and of course God's grace and providential involvement make good neighborhoods.

Did Zecharaiah get the shaft and Mary a pass?

In the mornings I've been reading very carefully the Christmas accounts in the gospel of Luke. One thing that really had me puzzled was the difference in angelic reactions to Zechariah and Mary. I mean, it was Gabriel who delivered the message in both cases.

In case you're not aware, Zech was the father of John the Baptist. While offering prayers, most likely prayers on behalf of the people (not a personal prayer for a son, since he was a priest), an angel appeared to him. Like all people who see, or would see an angel today, he freaked out.

But good news soon came to him that he and his barren elderly wife would bear a son. So he asks, "How shall I know this? For I am an old man, and my wife is advanced in years." The angels response is basically, "You let God figure that out. Just go on home and get on with your marital privileges." But since he didn't believe at first, God shut his mouth until the child was born. No talking for 9 months. Wow. Can you imagine that?

Well, Mary asks a question that seems very similar to her, and the same, unsolicited angel: "How will this be, since I am a virgin?" And the angel obliges her with a simple answer (although it really doesn't make any logical sense-'power of the Most High will overshadow you') and reminds her that "nothing is impossible with God."

Is this a double standard? Do young lasses get a pass while old priests don't? Does God expect more out of old priest than young ladies regarding faith? Is this angelic affirmative action?

After looking at the passage in length, and looking up a commentary, which was largely unhelpful (that's why its good for pastors to have 2-3 per bible book), I will, as George Mitchell did yesterday, report my findings. While the verbiage of the two questions in question look very similar, I think perhaps the heart behind the questions might have looked very different.

With only written words, we are not privy to tone, which I'm learning in marriage, makes a HUGE difference in communication. I don't know what Zech sounded like when he questioned the angel's good news.

Ultimately though, I think that what we have is the difference between doubt and a simple question of 'how' or "Am I hearing you correctly?" Zech could have been more of a "Yeah, sure, whatever" or "How am I supposed to believe that?" versus Mary's "How will that happen-I'm still a virgin and I think I should stay one until I'm officially married."

But another explanation can be found if we simply look at the scenario. An angel brings great news, good news not only to YOU, but to your nation, and to the world. You can imagine the joy in which it was brought. And then the dude you're bringing it to says, "How am I supposed to believe that?" I'd have shut that joker up for a lot longer than 9 months!

Regardless, there was more a difference in heart than exactly what was being expressed in words. And the issue of the heart has always been what God cares about. It is the heart which God looks at, not simply the words being expressed. The heart. "More than words," said one early 90's band called Extreme.

One last Apostle?

We had an interesting movie discussion on The Apostle last Sunday our during Christian Ed hour (technically 45 minutes-if you're scoring at home). If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. The plot goes a little something like this: Robert Duvall, a pentecostal preacher/evangelist loses his wife (she divorces him) and church (she convenes a secret meeting), commits a heinous crime, flees to some small town in Louisiana, and plants a church.

There are numerous dynamics which provide great fodder for discussion. Questions arise such as, "Could God use a fleeing, unrepentant felon to plant a church?" I mean he did use Luther who was a raving anti-semite, was physically violent to those underneath him, and is himself one of the reasons why Lutherans don't look all that much like Luther. I could use other examples, but am fully aware that people could also say, "Well, he used Geoff, and he had anger issues, and he did this or that.......!" So I'll stop there. There is 'beef' on everyone if you look closely enough. There really is. Even on you.

One of the questions we did discuss was, "Is this an accurate/fair/positive portrayal of the church?" Rare do we see such positive depictions of the church from Hollywood, but we agreed this was one. The church was genuine, grew in numbers, had squabbles but sought reconciliation, showed mercy to the poor (by ringing the door bell, dropping off food, and running), had great fellowship, and even stood in the way of a bulldozer trying to destroy the church.

Finally, we did discuss some of the preacher's strengths. He was genuinely interested in getting the gospel to dying folks (sometimes literally/sometimes spiritually). The movie begins with him pulling over on the side of the road, circumventing the accident scene, and witnessing to the dying couple before he gets run off and ridiculed by a cop. In another scene, he is trying to witness to a guy walking in a bar and almost misses his bus!

In addition His discipleship relationship with a previous church member was a life-on-life relationship that profoundly effected the spiritually younger man. The man was so influenced by Duvall that he regularly visited his mother in the hospital. How many of us can say we have discipleship relationships like that? He did the same with another young mechanic until he eventually prayed with him to receive Christ.

Sometimes movies can really challenge us. Either they can point us toward Christ and His work and Church by way of good example. Other times they can point more clearly to our need for Christ by way of repentance.

Duval was quoted as saying, "This is my church! No one is going to take MY church away from me!" And so he beat a dude up! I see my own sin in this misplaced zealous thinking. Whatever church I'm at is Jesus' church. So I can relax that He'll build HIS church, and I'll be along for the ride. It will not depend upon me.

So this movie actually moved me to repent. Movies, as can all of life, can be quite devotional. It just takes some critical thinking, a framework in which to view them, and sometimes a healthy discussion.

Once a critique is now a compliment?

Yesterday at my presbytery meeting I was greeted by a lad who had this to say to me: "You look nice. Have you lost weight?" I was a little taken aback, because I've been holding steady at about 210 lbs for a little while now. I'm thankful I'm not gaining more, but feel fine at 210 lbs.

This is weird because this is the first time in my life when the "Looks like you're losing weight" line hasn't meant something bad. The last time I heard it, I really had lost weight-down to the 160's after taking a medication (which is now off the market) that made me lose some serious poundage in seminary. But this time it was a compliment, not a concern.

Nevertheless, it was a bit hard to take, I must admit. Especially since I have had somewhat of a 'skinnferiority' complex throughout my life. Let me explain. Now I've never been ashamed to be thin, but then again I never like to receive comments like 'stick man' or 'bird cage chest.' Any comments reminding me of my slenderness have never been well received. No violence, just not well received.

Even though I'm balding and graying, I still don't think of myself as getting older-though I am 30! It's strange how times change when you get older. Now "it looks like your losing weight," becomes a compliment. Of course now is not the best time to lose weight since Amy's gaining 'baby pounds' now.

Getting older is good-I'm going to have to grow up quick in May when the baby comes. Getting thinner is good until I can become sans gut. But its a bit of a mindset change.

A mini-series for the ages

At church we are are doing a mini-series on Peter's confession of Christ (Matthew 16:16). Since Jesus did say, in so many words, "You got the right one baby," we feel it is a good place to start.
Now we do expect that this mini-series will be famous. How famous, is really up to you (I guess).
Regardless, if you have a spare 30 minutes, here is my sermon. In addition to our sermon series, for advent we've created a devotional to go along with the sermons. The last two years I've written a study for each day. However, this year, in order not to intimidate people, I've just written some questions to cause us to further reflect on God's word: in this case, the deity of Christ. If you don't think this is all that important, or practical, then listen to my sermon.

Here is the Devotional that my prove to be helpful. If not, then find someone to blame. Never me. Thanks.

1. Read John 8:48-59
No one knows exactly the precise date Jesus was born, but we can be certain that it was between 4-6 BC. We celebrate the birth (his taking on flesh) of Jesus at Christmas. But how old is Jesus in his divine nature? Who DOESN’T believe in this truth (Hint-J.W.)?

2. How do we know that Jesus really did claim to be God? How is this claim unique among all religions? Why is this so important to believe?

3. People often simply create a God who suits their needs, schedules, desires, interests, etc... Can you think of any ways you’ve done this yourself? Be honest and specific. How can we keep from doing that on Sundays? Is there anything we can do during the week to keep us walking down this well traveled road?

4. How does knowing Jesus is fully God personally bring you comfort? How can it in the future?

5. God is described in the Old Testament as one who is “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling (Psalm 68:5)” and Jesus continually sought after those in need. Is there anyone to whom you might reflect this love? A widow, someone elderly, without family, someone hurting, lonely, depressed, etc…What step might God be calling you to take now? Visiting, baking cookies, giving presents, calling, etc...?

Sorry for the formatting weirdness. I tried like 6 times to correct it, and then gave up. Just because the first questions are the largest, doesn't make them the most important. Might doesn't make right, eh?

Just under two years

Michael Vick has now been sentenced to 23 months in prison. I was honestly surprised at this. I really was. I am no Michael Vick apologist. Please understand that. I never liked him as a QB, and as a humanitarian he's probably not getting any votes for Person of the Year.

But I will say this: I think that his 23 months are certainly plenty for his crimes. As a person, I would have been happy with a year and half; as a Buc's fan I'm certainly fine with him being away from the NFL for longer. Perhaps if he were fighting dogs that I actually like, such as Labs, I might push for five years. But pit bulls don't exactly make my dog Top Ten list.

Again, I think dog fighting is unthinkably disgusting (whatever dogs are used-yes even little yippee dogs like Palmeraneans or Shitzu's-though that would be mildly entertaining if they didn't hurt each other), should be outlawed, and those involved should be severely punished.

But in our culture, animals can often be treated as though they are every bit as dignified as people. Whether we like it or not, mankind has a special place in creation; God has placed special honor upon him as His most highly regarded creation (Psalm 8). However as stewards of God's creation, we are to till the land, not kill the land (or its creatures). In fact there is even a command in Deuteronomy 22:6 which prohibits taking and eating the mother bird AND its young. So I think we are to act justly even with animals.

With all that said, since Vick is getting 23 months for dog fighting (and several charges related to it), we ought to see rapists or online predators get much more. Unfortunately that's not often the case, and I wonder if that is simply reflective of a culture that fails to see the dignity of God's highest creation.

The writing on the wall

Sometimes we can see the writing on the wall, and it is very clear. And yet out of stubbornness, we decide to move forward regardless. But sometimes we might see the writing on the wall, then realize that it in fact doesn't mean what we thought it meant.

I had one of those moments today. The men of the church get together to play paintball about once a month. Well this time, everyone seemed to have prior commitments. Some regulars had to work, do housework, take care of wives who had back surgery, etc....

When I went to fill up my paintball CO2 tank at WalMart last night, I found out they didn't have the correct size tank. Just before that someone else canceled on me. The owner of the property wasn't going to make it. I had to preach the next day and could have used a little more sleep.

It seemed the writing on the Wall was saying "Cancel it." Was I being stupid? Willful? I decided it was too late to cancel and didn't feel like calling everyone up anyway.

So I got arrived on site. That made 5 of us. Then one more came fifteen minutes later. Fifteen minutes more and 2 showed up. Then the sounds of the Hallelujah chorus rung out as one youth brought 3 of his friends. His dad showed up and it ended up 6 on 6, with probably more than half not even from our church.

Sometimes the writing is clear. Sometimes it might be there, but it may not say what we think it says. Fortunately. God chose today to bring some different people to play. I'm glad we didn't cancel.

Plugging in the lights

Another thing I enjoy about Xmas time is the lights. Now I don't like to ride around intentionally and admire the lights. But as I drive, I like to see what people have done with their houses. Its kind of like art, that I can 'get.' But mostly, I just think its cool and it makes me feel like Christmas.

Last year Amy prodded me to put up lights. While I was reluctant at first, I'm very glad I did it. Most of our neighbors have lights up, so it is pretty cool pulling into our driveway after having seen all of the lights.

So when I get home from working out, or whenever I remember, I plug in our lights. But its weird. Lights are cool when you're outside of your own house. But when you're inside your own house, and don't plan on going out again, what's the motivation? Turning on your lights is really an act of love. I mean you're no longer enjoying the fruit of your labor. Someone else is.

And that's a lot like love. Love is finding delight in the delight of others. I guess the joy in putting up lights, particularly once you are inside your own house, resides in sharing in the joy of others. You make others happy, and you find delight in that.

Now I know for some people its keeping up with Jones', or a competition, as with Chevy Chase in Xmas Vacation or with Tim Taylor in Home Improvement. But for many, I think plugging in your lights, particularly when you've come inside for the night, is a mundane, but good example of love.

Take a kid fishing, and to the nursing home

This has been a crazy week. I've been to two different nursing homes this week, and have heard of others going to them as well. I have to admit that nursing homes are not my favorite places in the world. They don't smell good (but you can usually counter that by breathing through your mouth; or smoke a cheap cigar the day before-that will leave the smoke smell in your nostrils several days afterwards. I've never tried that, but I bet it would work). Other than that, I guess they're not all that bad.

But beyond my preferences, God calls us to places such as these. That's who God cares about (Psalm 68/James 1:27 among a bunch of other references), and that's basically who Jesus visited. Since he was fully God, that's no surprise.

One of the most amazing things about the trip to the nursing home on Sunday was a response a youth gave to his mother. "Did you have a good time?" He responded, "No Mom, I had a GREAT time."

Why was this the case? I know he didn't smoke any cigars before our trip; I always check. Did he eat some Frosted Flakes before he came? I cannot confirm that he didn't, but it is highly unlikely.

The most logical explanation is that his parents take him with them whenever they are doing ministry. And why do they do this? Well there are probably a plethora of reasons, but I will give you one that I know to be true. Her mom always taught her, and I'm sure brought her, to be with and care for the sick and elderly. And I think that's one reason why they have such a heart for people in nursing homes and hospitals. It has been instilled in them from a very young age.

I watch a fishing show that airs early Saturday mornings. Its really pretty bad; they don't do a whole lot better than I feel I would do. But pickings are slim these days. Regardless, they always close with this line, "Do yourself a favor and take a kid fishing." I think that is sound advice. But taking one with you to do ministry will have a much longer lasting and more beneficial effect.

I have to admit that I love this time of year. I love pretty much everything about Xmas, with the exception of fruitcake, eggnog, and trying to figure out that last Xmas gift.

Perhaps my favorite part is listening or singing Xmas songs. I like pretty much all the carols/hymns-with the exception of "Lo' How a Rose Er' Blooming-and several other non traditional songs by The Chieftans and Amy Grant.

But to say I like Xmas songs is almost like saying I like dogs. I like many dogs. But some dogs I don't care for (I'll not put the names down in case you have one on the most hated list). Same with Xmas songs.

But one Xmas song I hate is "Jingle Bell Rock." That would be my least favorite. Dumb tune, dumb lyrics, dumb idea. But I would like to hear from you. What are your least favorite Xmas songs or song? Please feel free to post anonymously; most do anyway. I'd like to hear some other opinions, so I'll lend you my proverbial ear.

Meeting and Mingling to a Jingling Beat

Each year, on the first Sunday of December, our youth group goes caroling. We did this at my last youth group in South Carolina, even though the kids hated it.

Down here its a little different. We actually had two new faces to join us in jubilant song. We don't do this to make ourselves feel good (even though there is great joy as we sing of Christ in a place which needs to hear him sung), but because God does care about the fatherless/widows/the oppressed (Psalm 68). So we read that verse right before we began practicing the songs.

This year we tried to have a little more interaction than in previous years. We started in the dining hall with several numbers and then did a little "M & M" (Meeting and Mingling). It was a beautiful site to see our youth go out in teams of two's and three's (don't worry they weren't wearing white shirts, black ties, black paints, backpacks, and elder name tags) and talk with these folks. To a man/woman, the residents were INCREDIBLY thankful we were there.

Afterwards we traveled upstairs and downstairs caroling through the hallway. We would stop after several songs and do some more "M & M." Once again it was a beautiful site to see youth care for those who have no one.

Amy and I, and a few of the little one's (that's why I call the Jr. High's) went in to a room with lovely lady who had lost her husband and was really struggling. She said that hearing us sing and having us come in and pray with her (our 7th grader offered the prayer-I was stoked about that!) blessed her greatly. Afterwards, since the rest of the group had already moved on, we offered her a special guest performance. It sounded terrible in real time, but in the ears of this lady, it was beautiful.

She claimed that it made her day to know that she was not forgotten. That someone did care. And someone does. Christ our God does care for widows/orphans/oppressed. And that is why caroling at nursing homes will always be a part of our Xmas festivities. When we have kids of our own, we'll do it again. But until then, I'll be taking others kids.

I would highly encourage you to grab a small group and go caroling at a nursing home near you. If you can't sing (meaning you can't get enough folks-they think anything sounds good!), just go and talk. The activities director will be glad to 'squeeze you in.' And like Cheers, "They're always glad you came."

Breaking the ice

One of my job descriptions at the church is to foster outreach among our members. I'm only one person so I can only reach (at the most) as many as one person can reach. Far more productive would be members desiring to reach friends, neighbors, and co-workers. So I've encouraged many our members at Hope to begin to build deeper relationships with such people; in other words, I've asked people to simply make some more friends with folks who don't have a church home.

As relationships are formed, conversations regarding things more important than football or fishing will eventually come up unprovoked. They will come up naturally. And that is the 'pitch' I've been 'selling.'

I've become good friends with a guy I met working out one day. We now workout together several times a week. But up until last week, we had never really had any 'spiritual' conversation. It just hadn't happened, and I was beginning to wonder why nothing had happened; I was questioning my own sales pitch.

However last week that all changed, and he brought it up. We got to talk about some meaningful stuff. Church, protestant/Catholic questions, books read, spiritual background, etc... I prayed regularly for opportunities and after 6 months or so, just a month before he'll be leaving the state to take another job, the ice finally cracked. I was stoked.

At the very least I made a friend: a friend who will probably be coming to church to hear me preach. Hopefully we'll get some more chances to talk. But regardless, making friends with unbelievers will put us in opportunities where we'll eventually be used to express the truth. It may take a while, but it will happen if we pray and put ourselves in such situations.

A matter of life and death

Most of you, regardless of whether or not you're a sports fan, have heard of the death of Sean Taylor. He played Safety for the Washington Redskins.

Since football players are not afforded the normal opportunity to go to church, many attend chapel. Apparently this lad had not missed a chapel all season. While chapel is no substitute for worship with the body of Christ, this is all that many players get during the season. Apparently his coach Joe Gibbs feels he was a believer; recently people had also seen some sort of change in his life. While his death is certainly a tragedy, there is at least some small evidence that he might have found something more important than football.

Many football players interviewed expressed the fact that this death continued to reinforce this truth: what they do is not a matter of life or death. This is basically the standard athlete's response to any tragedy. Football, coming straight from the horse's mouth (or at least close enough-I guess the NFL would actually be the horse's mouth) is not a matter of life or death.

Neither are sports in general, nor many things that keep us up at night (provided that you don't think about death at night-in that case, check out Romans 8:38-39). It's a shame athletes can belittle the importance of their teams performance during a season, but fans (including myself) have a much harder time taking hold of this thought. I mean its really kind of silly.

Let me give you another example. Yankees and Red Sox hate each other, right? Well their fans do. But Johnny Damon went straight from the Red Sox to the Yankees. We fans make a bigger deal out of sports than the athletes themselves. I think that's kind of interesting, if not sad.

I'm trying not to be a "poorist."

I'm writing now fairly emotionally. I know its kind of dangerous to write out of emotion, but sometimes I need an outlet in which to vent. So the readers of this blog entry will be my 'ventees.'

Someone came to the church the other day looking for work, love, family, hope, etc...I tend to be in between cynical and hopeful about people wandering in off the streets. Unfortunately, I was much too close to hopeful.

I wanted to believe this guy was worth spending my time with: driving him to find work, giving him clothes, having others drive him to find work, even having the church help him with rent. But the problem was that the guy destroyed my trust totally by his actions (which I really don't want to get into). Basically, he followed the Steve Miller Band song, "Go, take the money and run."

It angers me that someone who knew the bible as much as I did, who seemed so trustworthy, was a charlatan. A quack. A liar. A liar who deceived me totally, through and through. And it hurts. Right now my thoughts towards this gentlemen are not love. In fact they are very much the opposite, I confess. And if I saw him right now, I might have to keep my hands in my pockets for fear of putting them to use (although that's really not an issue-I hit one dude when I was in elementary school and it hurt my hand so bad I never did it again!)

Perhaps its my pride which hurts the most. I took the bait, hook, line and sinker (which is why I only use artificial lures when I fish). But its also the fact that someone may actually need help, and I won't believe them. Ever.

We do have a service in town which actually investigates the needs of people, reports quacks trying to use the system, and refers people to churches. Because of several issues, I didn't refer him to them. From now on, I shall.

I guess I should have been more cynical. I should have had greater wisdom. I will learn from this mistake. I honestly don't have a merciful heart towards people such as this gentlemen. I was starting to get one. Who knows where it will go?

However, if I allow this experience of being burned to cause me to neglect the poor in toto, I believe I would just be making an excuse for a sin of omission. After all, if I were burned by a church, I couldn't just not go to ANY church (although that often happens). Same thing. If a white/black/Jew hurts me, should I expect that all of 'them' are out to get me? We call that racism. So I'm stuck! I guess I'm guilty of 'poorism.'

However, I will from now on (at least that's my stance now) not give any money, time, or even T-shirts to those not fully investigated by Manatee Religious Services. Many are quacks, but some aren't. I just am not going to try to figure out who's who. That way, maybe I won't become a 'poorist.'

Agree to disagree and pray

Further reflection on a Christian-Muslim union. One of the more frustrating things I experienced this past weekend, was the blatant attempt to reconcile two faiths: Christianity and Islam.

This seems to me overly pragmatic, emotionally influenced, and contrary to reason. Let me explain. Normally I like to point to the idea and need for the atonement that is unique to Christianity (just to be clear, the atonement is presented in OT, and uniquely fulfilled in the God/Man Christ; but some Jews still look for that atoning Messiah, some see the atonement paid through the Holocaust, while others don't think much about it).

However, if we look simply at Islam itself, we do find some irreconcilable differences. "There is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet," is one of the Five Pillars of Islam. This statement was not made in a vacuum. Statements never are. It refutes the rampant polytheism of the day. That's good. But it also refutes the Trinity, and denies that Jesus was fully divine (some believe Mohammed misunderstood the Trinity as Father, Jesus, Mary). That's bad.

If one lad prays to Jesus, believing that He is fully God listening to His prayers, and another lad prays to God, but is very clear that this Jesus guy was a nice dude-but never crucified and resurrected-are the two people praying to the same entity but using different names?

If someone refuses to pray to Jesus, there is a reason. It is not a nominal thing. Its not just a different name, but it is a different Person. Jesus is either fully God/Man or he is fully a quack. We have to take a pick. You hear the phrase often, "Let's agree to disagree." I think this is one more instance in which we can say, "Let's just agree to disagree."

We can be friends. In situations beyond our control, we can be family. But we can agree to disagree and pray. And so that's what I shall do.

"A place called Vertigo"-U2

I just returned from an interesting experience in San Francisco. My cousin got married to a Muslim lass named Fatima.

To say I felt precarious the whole time would have to be the understatement of the year. I didn't know exactly how to act, disapproving of the marriage itself, and yet hoping to somehow not destroy the relationship (I'm the only pastor in the family; maybe one day he'll seek pastoral advice from me and not the presbyterian pastor who assisted in the ceremony). At least I can hope.

But since I was not excited about the marriage, it was hard to feign positive emotions. Sometimes I can act, but most of the time I can't. Probably the best word to describe my experience is "vertigo."

U2 sang a song called "Vertigo" reflecting on the difficulty of living out your faith among non Christians. Difficult, but we are called to do it. Unfortunately many Christians isolate themselves and never have to deal with "vertigo." They then forfeit a great experience of dependence and humility. But 'vertigo' makes our fellowship that much greater, sweeter, and deeper. When I came to church the next day, it was an even greater blessing than usual.

Although I have to admit during the trip, I had fellowship with my family and some extended family members which helped with the "vertigo" experience. While U2 probably ought to spend some more time in fellowship with believers, many others probably need to experience 'vertigo' more often. But I recommend it in smaller doses and in far different circumstances.

I'm a stinkin glutton, at least my calzone thought so

On Friday I ate a whole calzone. That's not abnormal for me. I've been known to polish off whole calzones without much of a thought of bringing the other half home. And there's nothing wrong with that. A calzone is a beautiful thing to be consumed.

But the problem with this dinner trip was that we had already ordered garlic bread before the meal came. So I wasn't as hungry. I could have easily stopped eating. I was full. I was content. But I simply wanted more, so I ate. And then I felt bad the whole night. I was a glutton.

Gluttony is not mentioned much in the bible (certainly not enough for it to crack the Catholic top 7 list!). Jesus was accused of being a glutton and drunkard because he hung out with gluttons and drunkards. Gluttony is mentioned negatively in Proverbs 23 as leading to poverty. Other than these specific references, we don't find the word too often.

But what about the concept? Is the concept of gluttony (unnecessary over-indulgence and over-consumption of anything to the point of waste or lack of self control) really all that biblical? Is it really a sin to be conscious of?

I once heard someone say, "You can be addicted to food, just like pornography." I thought that was ludicrous. Sin is a hard enough battle; don't invent new ones with which struggle. But the other day someone confessed to a large group of people, "Seven years ago, I would have joined you on that run. But now I've gained so much weight and that isn't an option. I've worshiped the idol of food, and indulged in it."

Fortunately my metabolism is probably faster than this guy's (and I do work out with weights-though I'm not sure that will do anything about my mini-gut), but I could probably confess the same thing. Although I don't not run because I'm physically unable; like Seinfeld once said simply and confidently, "I choose not to run."

Looking back on my life, let me show you how I think this sin has manifested itself. I don't have self control in eating things. If its there, I eat it. All of it. I don't like to share food. Ever. I'm like a dog eating at his bowl. Do not disturb him, or me.

While gluttony is not mentioned that much, issues of self control certainly ought to concern us. God's grace teaches us to say no to ungodliness, and enables us to live self controlled lives (Titus 2:11-12). So I think I'm going to rely on God's grace to encourage, forgive, and challenge me while at the dinner table more often.

BTW, this post really has no real intentional connection to Thanksgiving. It was just on my heart, and stomach, I guess you could say. But its proximity to a Thanksgiving feast does seem apropos, if not at the very least unsettling!

Fearfully and wonderfully made

In case you don't know yet, Amy and I are going to have a baby. Well, actually, Amy will be the one 'having it' (if you want to get technical), but I'll be there in the room for moral support.

Regardless, I've been amazed at the 'baby process.' Its absolutely crazy. We had our 2nd doctor's visit last Friday, and we got to hear the heartbeat. I think the count was like 158 beats a minute. A little fast more my liking, but the lady (I can't remember if it was a nurse, doctor, midwife, other person-there's so many folks coming in and out that I get confused) said that was plenty normal.
One thing that I'm amazed about is all the 'thought process' that goes into the whole gestation, or whatever you call it, thing. I mean its amazing that at 13 weeks, something forms, at 15 weeks, something else, and so on. You can tell I'm well read on the matter. That's one thing I need to be better at.

But its so cool how the body 'knows' what to do, and how it all works. Amazing. I know I'm biased, being a Christian and all, but this whole baby thing ought to make one rethink Atheism or evolution. Like I said, anyone who is a Christian has a bias, and anyone who is a non-Christian also has a bias. We are looking at facts from differing point of views, which makes us arrive at different conclusions.

Nevertheless, it seems much harder to believe that this whole process comes about by mutation and chance. Its just too amazing, complex, and interdependent. While the ancients knew little of the development of babies in wombs, David's claim in Psalm 139 divulges he at least knew God had a part in it: "For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works, my soul knows it very well." 139:14-15

In our short experience together, Amy and I would echo his sentiments.

Reign Over Me: A picture of Marriage

Last Friday night, Amy and I watched the first 10 minutes of Reign Over Me. After she fell asleep, I watched the last hour and a half of of the movie.
In case you're not familiar with it, it features Don Cheadle (Hotel Rwanda) and Adam Sandler. I'm becoming a huge Don Cheadle fan these days.

Adam Sandler's character's family dies in the 911 crash, and he is emotionally unable to continue his dentist practice. Don Cheadle hasn't seen him in years, and finds him in this state. Much of the depicts this overwhelming relationship.

But there's more than just that relationship. By the end of the movie, I think it portrayed a realistic and hopeful picture of marriage. Cheadle's character (like all dudes) desires to have hobbies of his own (this is not bad in itself). More than that, he feels suffocated from his wife's desire to do things like puzzles and photography classes together. And of course like most lads, he remains silent in his frustrations.

Well, in walks his friend who needs help, and Cheadle spends most of his waking hours with Sandler. In other words, he runs. That's what guys do: we run. When there are problems with marriage, we want to find anything to which we can run. Since Cheadle doesn't have any hobbies, he throws himself into this relationship hoping to help Sandler. In part, that's admirable.

But he does so to the neglect of his family. In addition, I think there's a secondary motivation going on. It's easier. It's easier to run to anything outside, be it a friend, hobby, beer, etc..., than to deal honestly with your marriage and family. It just is. And guys are notorious for it. And this movie captures it very well.

By the end, Cheadle begins to see his own errors, his own selfishness, and his own dishonesty. He apologizes and the two come together. And so overall, we see an accurate, and redeeming picture of marriage. By the way, don't NOT see it because of Sandler. He's really quite amazing in this movie.

Presbyterian: Connect 4

I talked with one of my seminary buddies the other day to tell him that Amy is pregnant. That's about how my 'keeping up' has been lately. My college buddies and I only talk to each other when one (or rather one of our wives-although we each only have one- is pregnant).

He mentioned to me some of the frustrations of being in a denomination with which he wasn't 'on board.' He's hoping to make the jump to a non-denominational church somewhere, some time. However, he did really long for the connectionalism that presbyterianism offers, and lamented there was not nearly such a defined 'network' in the non-denom community.

Independent churches (baptist) and non-denominational churches don't have the connectionalism offered in the presbyterian form of church government. And it is clear that they long for that. That is why they form networks and 'conventions' (Baptists) or associations. There's no doubt in my mind (and probably in others' minds) the presbyterian/connectional form is the most biblical. I think the argument lies in whether or not that model was meant to be normal for all times. I think that's the question.

But existentially (experientially), it also makes the most sense. People long to connect. The problem with many is that they long to connect, but don't want to commit or be held accountable. That's where I feel the presbyterian form makes the most sense. If we look at our own hearts, we cannot help but be honest and admit we need accountability.

And certainly others do as well. If a pastor is being a bum, we as the presbytery have the responsibility keep that bum accountable. I'm not a presbyterian Nazi, attempting to 'convert' everyone. I'm really not. It just seems that if you think about our needs for connection and accountability, it just makes sense.

I love GOING to presbytery meetings to connect, network, meet, establish, and nurture friendships. I often hate SITTING through them because they are extremely inefficient. But I'll still defend our need to meet together quarterly, even though we can do in 3 hours what it takes us 8 to do!

Perhaps if everyone was a pragmatic as myself, we'd lose something. I have to tell myself that at least, or I'll go crazy.

Facebook and the Parable of the Seed and Sower

I hate 'bandwagon things.' I hate bandwagon baseball teams (Braves in the 90's), bandwagon basketball teams and players-though its nothing personal-(Chicago Bulls in the 90's and Michael Jordan). But sometimes I succumb. For instance, like a bagillion other folks, I got a 'facebook.' If you don't know what that is, ask someone that is in between the ages of 15-29.

But in case you're too stubborn to do so, Facebook is an online way to post things, activities, pictures about yourself in a way that is easy to network, find, and keep up with others doing the same thing.

As I clicked on one of my former youth (during the dog days of Clinton, SC 99-02), I noticed several of his 'friends' pictures and profiles (or contacts to the laymen). One girl was dressed provocatively like "Catwoman." Just a picture, but a picture is often worth more than a 1000 words. Pictures of people partying or scantily dressed usually reveals something much deeper: a lifestyle in search of something outside Christ.

In addition, I thought about some other things that were posted on a few other of my former youth's profiles and I began to wonder. Did I totally waste my time there? After all, I had a molester, a killer (though in self defense, after I left), and several who professed faith and then turned away. And I didn't have a large group.

Certainly I wasn't perfect there. I should have probably been fired for attempting the live mouse toss, and for several (that's being conservative) other things.

But I guess with all ministry (not just youth) one has to go back to Jesus' parable of the Seed and the Sower (Matt 13). Not all seed grows up to produce fruit. Some receive the message with joy but fall away due to tribulation or love of the world. But some seed does fall on good soil and produces fruit.

My responsibility lies in sowing. I can't produce fruit for myself, much less someone else!
I did sow there. Not perfectly, but I did sow.

As I look back, some seed did produce fruit; others didn't. At least for the time being. But all may not be lost. They may return one day. Hopefully.