What is My History?

I am attending my first Society for Pentecostal Studies meeting, mainly because it is on the campus where I teach. The event has been a good one for me. The sessions have been a learning experience. I am keeping track of big words I need to look up later. :)

A plenary session I attended has challenged my thinking in many ways. The presenter was a Native American Pentecostal who talked about the holistic approach of the Native American mentality and how that relates so wonderfully to a full message of the gospel in Scripture. There was a lot I need to digest later through reading the paper.

One area that sparked my interest was how Native Americans introduce themselves. He said they have to review their history. History is vital to who they are as a people. To know him you have to know his history, his ancestors, his people.

I have a deep love for history and if there is anything that bothers me it is our complete disinterest in the subject. So, he had my interest. Then, I was suddenly lost. I do not really know much of my family’s history. It’s not from a lack of trying on our part. But when we’ve had some who have immigrated to the U.S., or were adopted, and didn’t keep good records, history only goes so far.

So, how do I introduce myself? I am challenged by the thought. As a Westerner, it is typical to introduce myself and say, “I am… ” But that is not completely accurate. I have a history. Something has brought me to this point. People. Circumstances. Events. God’s story.

Where I am today is a result of an ongoing story. I think of that even in terms of the Church. When I understand Orthodox belief, they have a sense of history. What they believe theologically can be traced back to the apostles. There is a known line of thought that doesn’t break through the centuries. History.

What informs me as a Christian is historical. A great cloud of witnesses that helps inform my faith. They feed my faith. In one session yesterday there was an exaltation of John Wesley and a bashing of Martin Luther. Well, both of those great leaders inform my faith. They are part of my story. I am hesitant to take swings at certain figures in history, even when I know some of their grievous mistakes (and  Luther certainly had a few).

I stand in this stream of life because of great men and women who have gone before. It is a great heritage. I am thankful. It creates who I am.

Intellectual Dishonesty

As I teach Old Testament and New Testament at a college level, at I am continually amazed at how little “Christian” students know the stories. This presents a question I simply want to ask and see if there might be any discussion:

Is it intellectually dishonest to say you are a Christian and then never read in full the sacred text of your faith?

I would love some thoughts on this.

Narcissicistic Christianity

I admire people who write well, and say things I try to say. When I write them it’s just not very fluid.

This post on “Jesus and me broke up” is outstanding. It encapsulates my thoughts on what is going wrong in American Christianity. We have a Christianity that isn’t about Jesus. It’s about “me.” There is a power that is about living in Christ. His resurrection. His death. We need to remember it is NOT about us! It IS about him! HIS glory! HIS kingdom.

This paragraph stands out:

“The same Jesus who gave himself again to his disciple after they had contributed to the process by which he was killed, this same Jesus was concerned (prior to his death) that he be remembered precisely for and in his death. This is my body broken for you. This is my blood shed for you. Do this to remember me! The Jesus of Christian faith is not an invisible psychological aid. The experience of resurrection is this: living he confronts us with his death. He wants us to know him as a man who poured himself out for the world and also as a man who was broken by the world. This death is the culmination of the person and it is this that determines whatever kind of ‘relationship’ we might have with him.”

We don’t need a “relationship” like WE know that word! It’s not just a “romance.” I need to be confronted by a holy God and WORSHIP him. It is like the story of Peter the day the Lord told him to cast his nets on the other side of the boat. When the huge haul came in, Peter’s response was, “Get away from me! I’m not worthy!” He had encountered the holy. It like Isaiah in Isaiah 6. We are confronted and we cry, “I am unclean!”

YES, we are then given access. But we should then keep a holy response. We live in the power of the Kingdom… YES! We are called to cast out demons… YES! Heal the sick… YES! But let’s not turn that into a sloppy relationship where we just take advantage of a still holy God.

It is not about narcissicistic romance. It’s not this relationship where we cry to God, “What have you done for me lately?”

It is about being confronted with our offense, then touched by forgiveness. It’s not about romance. It’s about discipleship.

Influence

One thing that simply cannot be underestimated in our lives is the influence of others. People only WE may know, but can change the course of our lives. They won’t make the cover of Time magazine, or be on American Idol or Oprah. They simply lived life and you were better because of them.

The world will never hear of Alvin and Marvel Norris. They were my adopted grandparents growing up. They were members in our church and from my youngest days I remember the love and care they gave for our family. They owned a small jewelry store downtown. Anything to do with jewelry came from them. When I got engaged, they were still open, so I bought my wife’s wedding ring there.

Marvel and Alvin could pray. They interceded for me like few other people ever did. They both passed away a few years ago. By that time there had been family members who had moved them out of my hometown and one of my greatest regrets is I never knew when they passed away so I did not get to go to their funerals.

I learned this morning of another man passing away. Darryl Anderson was a one of a kind guy. He was one of the first members at the church we planted in Leavenworth, KS. He lived at the VA most of his adult life. Darryl was difficult to deal with at times, but over the years whenever I saw him he gave me the biggest smile on the planet and would just talk away about church, the Lord, the weather… anything.

It seems Darryl was on his way to church on Sunday, walking, and probably had a heart attack and died on the street. He practically died the way he lived… anonymously. Yet, I loved that man. As a young pastor, just having ANYONE hang around meant something. But to see Darryl in that church years after we left was meaningful to me. He was so simple, but his joys and pleasures were simple as well. And I envied that. I’m complicated. I get aggravated at world issues even when I can’t do a thing about them. Darryl could be happy with life for that day. He read his Bible and wore it out. Simple joy.

He made me a better pastor. He helped me be a better friend. He may have died in near anonymity, but I am deeply impacted by the loss of his life.

God bless the memory of great friends. They are on to glory and I can’t wait to see them again.

I Love this (Bar)… (Church)…

Mark Galli is becoming a favorite of mine. He cuts through the cultural laziness we have as a church. His recent article deals with just how “friendly” a pastor or church should be. Really, putting it in pure poll numbers, the church just isn’t ranking up there! Isn’t that just a shame? We’d rather go to the local bar than church. Hmmm.

One paragraph:

This finding puzzled Kimberlee Hauss, the Religion News Service writer who summarized the findings. She asked, “Why would people choose a restaurant or bar over a church?” The hidden assumption here, of course, is that churches should be as friendly as bars.

It’s all in the marketing, I suppose…

Galli continues:

No, the life of faith is anything but the easy going, care-free life of the bar, where conversation is easy (at least partly because it is lubricated by alcohol). So it shouldn’t surprise or alarm us that the church is not really like a bar.

Why not go to a bar? You can slur your problems, drown them, and then pick them right back up on the way out the door. Why even think of doing anything ABOUT those problems?

What is needed is authenticity. I do not question that. Yet, it not just needed by the pastors. It’s needed by everyone. It’s not a matter of throwing your life out there like a Facebook update, where you really don’t want solutions. What is needed is a place where people can be transparent (which will take time and energy), and there is a desire for CHANGE. If you don’t want to change, but just pour out your problems (pardon the pun), the local bar is probably your place. Honestly.

But if you struggle with the reality of Christ, the reality of God, the truth of the Gospel, and desire to KNOW answers, the Church just might be your place. However, be warned. You will come face to face with the truth in a real church. You will find healing and hope and freedom, but you will first have to face some ugly truth in all likelihood.

Galli pulls no punches:

Compare religious leaders in the Bible. Would any be described as friendly, even as friendly as a hairstylist? This doesn’t describe Moses. Nor Isaiah. Nor Jeremiah. Nor Paul. Nor Peter. Nor James.

It’s not that I am not friendly, or wish to NOT be friendly! What I look for is freedom in Christ. That takes truth. As James Garfield is credited with saying: “The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.”

There is a need for truth from pastors AND from the people:

I interviewed The Message translator and spiritual theologian Eugene Peterson a few years ago. We were talking about the extraordinary efforts some churches make to be user-friendly, to be accessible, to be warm and inviting. Peterson said that he believes that visitors don’t come to church to be entertained or to have people fawn over them. More than anything, he said, people want leaders in the church to take them seriously.

(I wish my own denomination would pay attention to Peterson’s words a little more.)

There is a need to seriously engage the tough questions of life. This is crucial. Pastors need to be more willing to do so. People need to be more willing to HONESTLY engage those issues. Get it past just a Facebook posting where you want to try and shock people or gain a little sympathy. ASK the questions, and let’s engage the TRUTH.

Unfortunately, evangelical churches are still missing the cues. We’re not seeing the deeper needs. We are paying too much attention to the polls, like so many politicians:

When all was said and done, Group Publishing looked at what makes a place friendly, and then offered suggestions on how churches can be more welcoming. They noted that the top things that make people feel a place is friendly are “making me feel like I belong” and “making me feel comfortable.”

Where the Church shines is at the cross. It’s level at the cross. You belong at the foot of the cross. All of us fit there! Yet, we can’t get to that second thing: Feeling comfortable. Not at the foot of the cross.

For comfort, you’ll need the local bar.

Galli wraps this up nicely:

Maintaining a sense of belonging is not easy. You will find yourself worshipping with people who irritate you, people with whom you disagree, people you find difficult to forgive at times. But the very reason you put up with their flaws and stupidities, and they with yours, is that you both belong to a family you cannot escape.

Furthermore, you don’t really belong to a group until people feel free enough to tell you what they really think of you and free enough to talk about the deepest, most troubling realities.

The church (at least where I pastor) will engage you and love you and be with you. But it won’t always be comfortable. You will irritate others and others will irritate you. Welcome to the real world! But they will also put up with shortcomings because we all know our own shortcomings. AND we work for healing, because the pain of where we are needs to be healed and made whole.

My Great Loves

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I confess my great loves today.

First is my great love for God. I spent this weekend in a “silent” retreat contemplating Ephesians 1-3. I love Ephesians. For the past 15 plus years of my life it has been bedrock to my life. Once again I was blown away by my God’s great love for me. I am IN Christ! What a great Savior! How can I NOT respond in love? I confess I do NOT respond in love far too many times. I confess my foolishness. I confess I chase other “lovers” from time to time. But when I get back to his great love for me… I am in awe.

Next is my great love for my wife. She is absolutely incredible. We are approaching 22 years of marriage and my life is so much RICHER because of her love, her presence, her passion, her friendship. So much of who I am is a result of her love.

My great love for my wife extends to my great love for my boys. One has passed out of the teen years this month and is headed toward marriage. The other two are in high school. When I think of them, I am filled with gratitude and pride. They are great joys in my life.

I must finally confess my great love for the Church. There is something stirring deep within me, something I hope to dig out and actually put into words. To love Christ IS to love his Church. It is his Body. When we insult the Church, we insult Christ. He is the head. When part of our body feels pain, we KNOW it! When I find Christians insulting the Church, I sense the hurt of Christ.

My life is in ministry. I teach and I preach and I pastor. I have tried other things. My realization is this: I have no other marketable skills… and I don’t WANT any other marketable skills. I’m not rich. I won’t be rich. I’m not well-known. I don’t have a lecture circuit or speaking circuit. No one wants to hear from some small time pastor!

But I LOVE the Church of Jesus Christ. I love the expressions. My own expression is Pentecostal. But I have a deep love for Baptists, Catholics, Orthodox, Lutherans… and more. I LOVE the expressions of the Body of Christ.

Today, I proudly profess my great loves.

Happy Valentines Day

Really… Does Truth Matter?

I hear clips like this one, and realize millions listen to this guy…

Honestly, do we even CARE about truth anymore?

Follow up on Mixed Martial Arts…

The other day I linked to a crazy article about MMA and our bloodlust. Here are some reactions to that same NY Times article.

Marketing and the Church

I get into debates with myself over what is “marketing” for the church. What “counts” vs. what “doesn’t count,” etc.

But then I read articles like this one and just get sick. The article begins like this:

In the back room of a theater on Beale Street, John Renken, 42, a pastor, recently led a group of young men in prayer.

“Father, we thank you for tonight,” he said. “We pray that we will be a representation of you.”

An hour later, a member of his flock who had bowed his head was now unleashing a torrent of blows on an opponent, and Mr. Renken was offering guidance that was not exactly prayerful.

“Hard punches!” he shouted from the sidelines of a martial arts event called Cage Assault. “Finish the fight! To the head! To the head!”

The author of the article calls it right a few paragraphs later when he says these are “recruitment efforts.”

When we are reduced to using terms (and gladly using them, I might add) like “recruitment,” I am deeply saddened. Especially in a venue like this. Since we do not know our history very well, it may do me no good to say something silly like, “Sounds like Rome and the gladiators to me.”

Something just seems terribly wrong in the American church, and I don’t think it’s me just being old and crotchety.

Monday Thoughts

Some great thought-provoking posts and articles are surfacing this Monday.

Bill Mounce over at Koinonia has some thoughts on the Ted Haggard situation. His big question is: “Why was Haggard removed from his church? Why were they not allowed to at least attend?” He readily admits he doesn’t know the entire situation, but he asks the question anyway. I find it a question posed in ignorance. He should have done his homework first. That situation poses several issues, but what did NOT happen was the removal of Haggard from the Body of Christ. He was simply removed from that church and offered other places of healing.

A new book by Barbara Ehrenreich is one of those liberal books that begs the question: “Do you think this is something new?” She pokes fun at the positive confession movement in the Church. We’ve been doing that for years. Yet, she gets to write a book and make money! (Okay, I admit I’m jealous on that count.)

A more lengthy article on Christianity Today’s site focuses on the sports worship of our culture and how the church is not handling it so well. That’s one of those article where I go, “Oh, me!” I love sports. I can’t wait for spring training in baseball. The Super Bowl is only a page turned so I can get to baseball season (with March Madness to placate me in between). Yet, this article painfully hits some things for me I need to face.