Being Moved

I was moved by the scene.

         

Forty plus people strung out across the stage of our worship center ready to be commissioned to be Jesus to an orphanage full of children in Honduras. As I looked at the group it reminded me of Lake Wobegon, where, according to Garrison Keillor, “All the women are strong, all the men are good looking and all the children are above average.”

         

But it wasn’t the Lake Wobegon factor that moved me.

         

I was moved by the fact that 40+ people would sacrifice a week of their summer to work in Honduras with children who had been abandoned by their parents.

         

I was moved knowing that the teenagers who were going had raised money to offset their expenses. They had solicited friends and family as financial supporters. They had auctioned themselves off to people to do “dirty jobs.” They had worked many hours at our annual “huge garage sale.”

         

I was moved by understanding that this trip was an expression of the love of Christ that they have come to know through their families, church and, for some, school.

         

I was moved by the fact that at this young age they want to share Christ’s love with people they do not know.

         

I was moved knowing that the people participating in this trip will come back changed. They will not be the same. They will see things, hear stories, live experiences, and share their lives in ways that will transform them. No one ever comes home from a mission trip without being changed by God in some way.

         

I was moved to be a part of a sending congregation. Our covenant theology is both vertical and horizontal. God has established a covenant relationship with us and has promised to be our partner in whatever life might bring. The body of Christ is in a covenant relationship with one another. No one lives life on their own. We are in this together. We are going with those who are going to Honduras even though we will remain here.

         

I was moved when we acknowledged that this trip was in obedience to God’s command to “...go into all the world and make disciples of all nations....”

         

I was moved that in God’s providence two young adults, who had been a part of the Honduras ministry since they were young, were able to be with us in worship and on the stage representing all the children who have been a part of this ministry past, present and future. They are living examples of God’s amazing power, grace and love!

         

I was moved as I was reminded that our young people, who come from middle and upper middle class American homes, will be “loving on” young children who have been abandoned by parents and families for a variety of reasons that are hard for us to understand. The Honduran children live in poverty and without many of the advantages our children take for granted. God will use our kids to change the lives of others. And our kid’s lives will be changed through these relationships. 

Has God moved you lately?

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Never Have a Power Outage

When I arrived home Sunday after worship I said to Becky, “The sky in the west is really dark. It looks like a storm is coming.” I’m not a weatherman or a prophet, but I do have a firm grasp of the obvious. By the time I had changed clothes and we sat down for lunch, the wind was blowing our furniture on our deck around and it was as dark as night. We went to the basement to watch television to see what they were saying. We were under a “severe storm warning”, but not tornadoes. For the next half hour to forty-five minutes the wind blew hard and the rain poured sideways. Then the sky cleared, the sun shone brightly returning the outside to its sauna-like status.

At the time we had no idea that only a few miles north, things had been much worse. Running east from West Chicago and moving through Wheaton, Glen Ellyn, Lombard, Villa Park and into Elmhurst, the winds had been stronger and had done much more damage. Trees were toppled, limbs fell and power lines were broken, looking as if someone had dropped a huge bowl of black spaghetti into the street and people’s yards. Many were without power for two days or more.

With temperatures flirting with 100 degrees and high humidity, it didn’t take long for homes to become horribly uncomfortable. Air conditioners, refrigerators, freezers, computers, televisions, and phone chargers were all out of commission. For many, 48 hours without those modern conveniences became nearly unbearable.

As I listened to the complaints and the difficulties as placed on Facebook, (you can’t let a lack of electricity keep you from posting your status on Facebook!), I began to think about what it means to live in a global society. National economies are more interconnected. People are doing business all over the world. Every college recommends to their students that they spend at least one semester studying abroad because we are living in an ever shrinking world, and it will be important to know how to adapt to other cultures.

People around the world live every day in conditions we experienced for only a couple of days. People in Haiti deal with heat and humidity year around and many still live in tent cities and in temporary housing because of the devastating earthquake of 2010. They don’t have electricity, cell phones, computers and some struggle for food. Many people in third world countries have a hard time finding drinking water that isn’t polluted. There are places where women carry laundry down to the river to wash it by hand and then carry it home to dry.

We are a bit spoiled in America. We have a hard time living without all of the conveniences that we take for granted. Our culture is built on having power and when we don’t it is disruptive.

It may be good to lose power once in a while, so that we can recall how grateful we are when we have it!

There is something ironic about how disruptive power outages can be. The power of God is available to us 24/7/365 and can never be disrupted. The Holy Spirit is constantly available and will never fail us. The only thing that prevents us from using the power of Holy Spirit is our failure to tap into the Holy Spirit’s availability.

Let the power flow!

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Sad But True

This week I attended a “roundtable” discussion of ministry leaders in the Chicagoland area. We had been invited to talk together about how we thought we could make a difference in the Chicago metro area for Christ.

         

One of the things we were asked to do was to identify challenges or barriers to making progress in influencing people for Jesus. What are the things that prevent us from collaborating with others to make a difference? There were many things listed but two things stuck me as sad and true.

         

One of the items identified was self-interest and self-preservation. We are so easily turned inward. Congregations are created as communities of people. We talk about our “church family”. Communities and families are about relationships with one another. We help one another. We take care of one another. We enjoy one another. But rarely do we turn outward. Rarely do we think about how we can help other people, or serve the community, or give things away. When congregational leaders begin to focus on serving the community, inevitably there will be protests from within. “They care a lot more about the community than they do us.”

         

Congregations and ministries are only a product of what happens to us individually. The original sin is self-interest. The story of Adam and Eve tells us that they lived in the perfect situation, but were unsatisfied and wanted more for themselves. We are in an election year and one of the major concerns voiced over and again has to do with the economy. Who can make sure there is more money in my pocket? Few of us wonder which leader will help us serve others better.

         

It is sad that one of the challenges of changing communities is self-interest in that our founder, Jesus, came to give Himself away. He loved us so much he died for us! That is serving.

         

Too often we want our church, or ministry, or ourselves to get credit for what takes place. I cringe when I hear ministry leaders use the personal pronoun too often and talk about “my staff”, “my congregation” and “my ministry”. I try to avoid that language, but no doubt fall prey to my own self-interest on occasion.

         

The other barrier that stuck with me was lack of trust. Christian institutions, organizations, ministries and individuals don’t trust one another. We have partnered with others before and we have been burned. Promises have been made and unkept. Decisions have been arrived at and altered. Energy has been invested without reciprocity.

         

In every church I have served, there have been groups, and individuals, who don’t trust leaders. Whether it was Elders, Deacons, Administrative Boards or staff members, there has always seemed to be suspicion, a belief that people weren’t being honest, or a belief that the leaders were trying to “pull a fast one.”

         

I have never found that to be the case. Sometimes communication is the problem. Sometimes people make mistakes and things don’t turn out as planned. More often than not, it is an attitude of mistrust that has developed and that attitude colors everything.

         

Self-interest and mistrust. I am prone to both myself and I need to constantly examine my heart and mind to avoid both of these natural land mines.

         

We could make more progress in influencing people to be more like Jesus if we could get out of our own way.

         

Sad, but true.

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Ask Kate

Last Sunday in worship I included the story of Katie Heintz, a 16 year old who fought a valiant battle against leukemia and taught many lessons of faith along the way. This reflection will be about another Kate.

This Kate was “dragged” to church by her parents when she was 14 or 15 years old. The word “dragged” is almost literal. I remember the first time I met her. It was clear that she didn’t want to be there, or to have any part of this whole “Christianity” thing. Kate was feisty and was clear about her feelings. She would be as disinterested as possible when she arrived. She didn’t participate in worship. She slumped in her seat when I preached and as soon as the service was over, she nearly sprinted out the door.

Every Sunday I greeted Kate as if she was my long lost friend. Our Youth Pastor did the same and engaged her in conversation. Her parents were embarrassed by her responses and her seeming disdain for the whole thing. But every time Katie showed up we “loved on her.”

Over the course of time the Holy Spirit broke through Kate’s external armor. She let down her guard. She began to tease with me some, and later actually began to greet me like she was happy to see me. She hung around after church and talked with people. She slowly began to listen and participate. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t do it enthusiastically, just with less anger!

Eventually, Kate fell in love with Jesus and came to worship with a zest and enthusiasm that far exceeded the negativity she had previously displayed. Kate has graduated from college and is embracing a career in the Chicago area. She lives in the city, but periodically she and her boyfriend make the trek to the suburbs for worship at ECRC. A young woman who had to be “dragged” to worship, now goes through the hassle of driving to the “burbs” to attend!

This is a tribute to the transformative power of God’s love. When God’s people “…love others as they love themselves,” lives are transformed. It wasn’t one person who helped Kate embrace Jesus. It was the body of Christ, all loving as Christ loved, that made a difference. Kate’s parents loved her enough to make her come to worship and be in the presence of God’s love, and God’s love overwhelmed her.

Recently one of our staff members shared some research that indicates that only 2% of church members have ever invited a person who hasn’t embraced Christ to worship. The same research also indicated that 88% of non-Christians would be open to that kind of invitation.

Really? All we would have to do would be to invite people to worship and that might be life transforming?

Ask Kate.

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Run Over by a Truck

Wednesday morning I was run over by a truck.

         

At least that is the way it felt. I got the call telling me that Sarah, a young woman from our congregation, had died following complications from a routine medical procedure.

         

Sarah was 29 and extremely bright. She worked in the financial world and was in an MBA program at University of Chicago. Her husband, Ben, is in a Ph.D. program at Wheaton College. Young, intelligent, dedicated disciples of Jesus Christ with a bright future before them. Suddenly, unexpectedly, tragically, one of them is gone.

         

I felt like I had been run over by a truck.

         

No matter how many times over the years I have received this kind of tragic news about a congregant or an acquaintance, it still wipes me out. I get a feeling in my stomach that is like the aftermath of having the wind knocked out of me, but it never goes away.

         

How do you respond?

         

I am a person whose life-work centers around oral communication and who has embraced the task of communicating God’s word to people. On these occasions I feel stymied. Over time I have learned that there is nothing I can say that will change anything, or make the situation less tragic or devastating. I have changed my prayers in these situations from asking God to give me the right words, to asking God to help me to listen well and to be appropriate; to be fully present with others emotionally. One thing I don’t do is to try and spiritualize things, which often makes it feel like you are dismissing the heaviness of the loss.

         

When I received the news I wanted to go home and hug my wife and call my kids. It was the same reaction I had on 9/11/2001. My immediate response to the collapsing of the twin towers was to find my family and hug them. When I am overwhelmed by loss my reaction is to want to make sure those I love know I love them.

           

I find comfort in knowing that Sarah has inherited eternal life. But that comfort is weighed down by sorrow. I carry a heavy heart for Ben and the rest of their family and friends who have a gaping hole in their lives.

         

God and I are having some serious discussions.

         

Today the opening words of Psalm 4 echo in my mind:

          “Answer us when we call to you,

          O righteous God.

          Give us relief from our distress;

          be merciful to us and hear our prayer.” (Psalm 4:1)

         

(I have substituted plural pronouns for the singular because I believe this is the prayer of many today.)

         

Please join me in praying for Ben and for his and Sarah’s family and friends, during this very difficult time. And go hug the people you love!

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What’s God Been Doing?

One of my favorite authors is Frederick Buechner. He is an ordained Presbyterian pastor who has spent most of his ministry as a writer, rather than in more traditional pastoral settings. If Christians have to put Buechner in a category (which is one of our favorite pastimes) we would say he is a “liberal.” It is an interesting label to give to someone whose archived writings are housed at Wheaton College along with those of C.S. Lewis. Wheaton is also the home of the Billy Graham Center. Wheaton would hardly be described as “liberal.”

         

One of Buechner’s more meaningful experiences was the time he spent as a visiting professor at Wheaton College in 1985. Buechner had just completed a stint as a visiting Professor of Preaching at Harvard Divinity School, where he became the talk of campus by beginning his first class with prayer! He describes his experience at Wheaton this way:

         

“I’d been sort of a closet religious person for years and years, moving among people to whom faith was either a dead letter or something not to be talked about. All of a sudden I was surrounded by people who found it very easy and natural to talk about faith. It was wonderful.”

         

One day he was having lunch with two students, and the conversation suddenly shifted from small talk about weather, the movies and other mundane subjects, when one of them asked the other what God was doing in his life, as naturally as he would have asked the time of day. Buechner writes, “I thought if anybody said anything like that in my part of the world, the ceiling would fall in, the house would catch fire, and peoples’s eyes would roll up in their heads.”

         

“What has God been doing in your life?” 

         

It might not elicit the same response in our circles as it does in Buchner’s, but at the same time, it is often a stumper. People have a hard time answering the question. It can’t be because God isn’t doing anything...God is always up to something! It may be a stumper because too often we aren’t paying attention. We don’t take the time to even reflect on the question for ourselves.

         

Or, more condemning, we don’t leave room in our lives for God to do much. We fill our schedules with events, tasks, meetings and responsibilities and there isn’t any margin for God to wiggle into. Even if we spend devotional time each day, too often it is a quick read, some helpful tip, and then we move on. We don’t spend much time in reflection of what God might be trying to say to us, much less what He is doing in our life.

         

If you were to ask me, my answer would be, that recently God is calling me to wrestle with the transformational power of His love. God’s love changes people. Do I trust that His love has transformational power, or do I need to put parameters, boundaries and limits on His love?

         

So, let me ask you:

         

What has God been doing in your life?

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Place, Pace, Perspective

New place, new pace, new perspective.

         

It is an axiom I find helpful. Sometimes when I am writing, or working on a project, I find it helpful to find a new place, somewhere other than my office or our home. The new place literally and figuratively provides a new perspective. The different surroundings awaken me to new insights. New people remind me of the vast array of human beings, each with their own perspective on life, which certainly is not the same as mine. It reminds me that my way of thinking is just that, my way of thinking. It is not necessarily “right”, nor should I assume others will embrace it.

         

A new place also provides a new pace. Leaving the office, or even our home, seems to slow me down. Perhaps it is because things are unfamiliar and I have to be more conscious of my surroundings. Whatever it takes, slowing my mind down is a good thing.

         

For some people I am speaking a foreign language. For them familiarity is the key to perspective and insight. The same place, at the same time, and the comfort and security that comes with knowing where everything is inspires some people. It is a personality thing.

         

This year we live in a new place. Memorial Day weekend will be different here.

         

On Memorial Day weekend in Traverse City our church attendance grew with visitors who had second homes in the area or who had chosen Traverse City as a weekend vacation destination. Our own members didn’t leave, where else would you want to be on an early summer holiday weekend? In Chicago we are having only one service due to the great exodus.

         

It is supposed to be in the 90’s this weekend in Chicago. Where can we go to beat the heat? How much of a hassle will it be to get to a beach?

         

In Traverse City we were perplexed by which beach, lake, or beautiful spot to choose.

         

In Traverse City we could work around the house in the morning and still get to the beach in five minutes for the rest of the day. In Chicago it will be a little more challenging.

         

One place is not better than the other (although some would no doubt disagree), they are just different.

         

God calls us to a place; a city, a country, a job, a school, a ministry, a church, a team, a....(put your own words here).

         

When God plants us somewhere we will flourish there. Every experience may not be great. We may miss people, or places. In every new place there will be a new pace and a new perspective, which is God’s way of helping us to grow. When God plants us somewhere we will flourish, even if it means flourishing in difficulty, pain or trials.

         

Place, pace and perspective are God’s unique gifts to us.

         

No matter what place you find yourself in this weekend, I pray that you will slow your pace and open yourself to God’s perspective. And remember the purpose of the weekend...giving thanks for the many who have offered their lives so that we can enjoy the freedom to have a long weekend!