At the Movies

Lynn and I have been talking about going to the movies. We haven’t actually gone, but are talking about it. Actually, it's more like negotiation, We don't like the same movies. I like action-adventure and sci-fi; she likes romantic comedies. We both liked Titanic and Pear Harbor— romance while stuff blew up! I think the last movie we saw in a theater that we both liked was The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. But we haven't been in awhile, and so we need to go to the movies (someone gave us an AMC movie card last Christmas and we still haven't used it).

We did agree on last year’s sleeper hit Slumdog Millionaire. We both hated it. OK, maybe not “hated it.” Actually, we liked the ending and the music-video-credits at the end, but there was an awful lot of dreary before you get there! That is what makes me nervous about the next movie Lynn wants us to see, Up. Why am I nervous? Because of things like I read in Greg Boyd’s blog today—

For my 52nd birthday I went to the animated movie Up with Shelley and a couple of friends. What a marvelous birthday present!! People, you HAVE to see this show (and in the theaters, not on DVD, and in 3-D, not 2-D…the 3-D effects were incredible!) Second only to Slumdog Millionaire, this show was the most amazing thing produced in the last year.

See? The same people that liked Slumdog are pushing Up. Fool me once, shame on me… Lynn talked me into seeing Slumbog because "somebody" told her it was really good. Now we are supposed to see Up because "somebody" told her it was really good. We only go to the movies a couple times a year, so I’d like for this one to be good (I still haven’t seen Star Trek or Angels and Demons for cryin' out loud). So what am I going to do? Somebody help me out here.

Wait a minute. It was "somebody" who told us to go to the last one!

Wallowing with the Heathen?

Last night I dreamed that I was outside in a fierce storm with the wind blowing in my face. Then I woke up to discover that I had pulled the mask of my new CPAP machine halfway off and it was blowing air in my face! I don’t know about this machine; I felt like I was being smothered. It is a lot easier to inhale than to exhale, so I feel like I’m constantly hyperventilating. I guess smothering on the mask or getting strangled on the hose is better than getting axe murdered in my sleep… which Lynn informed might happen if I didn’t get the snoring thing fixed.

Yesterday, I mentioned in the blog something about deacons smoking outside on the porch after church. Cathy told me this morning that they used to do the same thing at her church as well. I remember that also happening at my grandmother’s church. And this was during the time when preacher’s routinely preached against smoking as a worldly thing that Christians shouldn’t do. Is that a bit strange?

I also remember hearing sermons against “mixed bathing” (swimming with members of the opposite sex) on Sunday and then seeing my church friends at the pool on Monday. Camp still has strict rules against mixed swimming although all of the kids go to the pool and the beach all the time. One local preacher used to preach a sermon each spring on the evils of going to the beach (someone once told me that the title of his sermon was “Wallowing with the Heathen”). The sermon is routine… and routinely ignored!

My point here isn’t that we need to get back to the good old days when we didn’t wallow with the heathen. The point is that we didn’t follow the command not to wallow even when it was routinely being preached. It seems to me that we were training ourselves and our young people not to really take what the church preached too seriously. I mean, we heard that smoking and going to the pool was wrong and then saw Christians smoking and going to the pool. (Not at the same time; the pool had strict rules against smoking). So what was the point of all that?

I wonder what ways that our church today is going out of its way to be irrelevant?

Summertime Sunday Nights

Today is June 2, which makes Sunday June 7. So Sunday is a very important date on our church calendar— it's the first Sunday after the end of small group season. Instead of meeting in various small groups in different homes (some of which are not Sunday night), we will all meeting together at the church building at 6:00 p.m. for Sunday night services. We do different things on Summertime Sunday Nights--

• Old Fashion Sing-Song Night. Here every man (sorry Kati) in the church gets the chance to lead a song or two.
  
  
• Pepperdine Bible Lectures Night. The church watches a DVD of Jeff Walling or Mike Cope or Don McLaughlin preach and see what its like to hear good preaching.
  
  
• Praise Night. The praise team leads us a fast-paced, up-tempo worship and then I preach an inspiring lesson. In other words, we redo Sunday morning.
  
  
• Ministry Night. We break up into teams that sing at the nursing home, make visits, address cards, or spend time in focused prayer. We’ll do one of these right before Upward and VBS to get last minute details ready.
  
  
• Retro-Night. Here we have a throwback service where we do things just like we used to-- two songs, a prayer, a song, a sermon, a song, a closing prayer and then the deacons go out to smoke on the porch (just kidding).
  
  
• Unity Night: We’re hoping to have some joint services with other churches in the area. That is still in the works.

We have all of these things scheduled, or at least tentatively planned. What we don't really know is WHY! Why have a service on Sunday night at all? What is the purpose? We still have people who come every time the door are open; you don’t really have to do much for them except open the doors. We have parents with small children who won't t likely come unless we do something for the children, but most of the people who come on Sunday night work with the children every other service. The only guests we generally have on Sunday evening are people traveling from out of town (not people from our community).

So what exactly is the purpose of having a second service on Sunday night? Before we learned that we are saved by grace and not works, Sunday night attendance was how you separated the faithful from the unfaithful church members. OK, that is not the purpose any more, but it does seem like we ought have a purpose. Right now, the purpose of our Sunday night service is to have something on Sunday night. Measuring success is quite easy here—if we have something Sunday night, then we've succeeded! It seems like we can do better.

Language and Gospel

I try hard very hard to be socially, ethnically and racially sensitive. One of the worst insults anyone could throw at me is to call me a racist. (Well, that and calling me a Cowboys fan). I’m all for truth and justice, but I know that the American way is only one way among many ways. I don’t expect the whole world to speak English. I BOTH regret that so many American jobs have been outsourced overseas AND I admire and respect people in other countries who work so hard and so long to better their lives and the opportunities for their children.

All of that aside... ARGH! I just spent an hour and a half on the phone with tech support at Xerox trying to get our copier/printer/scanner printing and scanning. All the network settings somehow got completely scrambled (I brought up the web interface for the printer, I got our web cam! Fun!) A network printer/scanner that has no network settings is neither a printer nor a scanner. So I called Xerox. The young woman I talked to was eager to be of assistance. Every time I called, she asked, “How may I be of assistance?” (At least, I think that’s what she said.) The problem was that she didn’t have the English skills to communicate clearly enough to walk me through the technical issue. Hey, I don’t speak Hindi or Bengali or Telugu, and I’m not trying to be the ugly American. But when communicating technical information to Americans is your job, you really need to be able to speak English. Or is it just me?

I eventually just let her think that she had solved the problem and then spent 10 minutes on Google and figured it out myself. After setting up a new IP for on the printer then changing the IP in the printer driver on the computers, I had to give it a 139 port number for the scanner driver. I don’t now why, but it seems to work; the copier is now a scanner and printer again. Roger is on his own changing his printer driver—I don’t do Vista. Vista is a foreign language.

When you want to communicate important information, it is up to you to make sure you are speaking the right language. I wonder if that is our problem when communicating the gospel to a world that is totally foreign. We tend to make arguments and stress issues that made little sense a generation ago and that now totally garble the basic message of the gospel. To be honest, postmodern people have little interest in arguments period; they want to see something working. So maybe the more we argue, the less it looks like the gospel is working. I’m not suggesting that we back away from truth; our story (metanarrative in postmodern parlance) is still the greatest story every told. But when we equate this story to our silly-isms and arguments from command-example-inference, we confuse people with what amounts to a foreign language. The world is asking today (even when they don’t know that it’s what they’re asking), “We would like to see Jesus” (Jn 12:21). We need to make sure we use the right words; we need to point to the Word.

Church Problems

A sad but true fact—all of us know of too many stories of churches that became so embroiled in conflict and disagreement that things happened that would be downright silly if they were not true—

• In one church, a leadership disagreement got so heated that a deacon’s wife whacked one of the elders with her purse! I’m not sure, but I think elder-whacking is wrong for most people. I hope I’m not giving anyone any ideas.
  
  
• After one church spent a long time in prayer and preparation, one congregation decided to begin using a praise team in worship. Not everyone was happy with the elder’s decision (if you can imagine that). On the first Sunday for the praise team to lead worship, someone went through and cut every mike cord with a pair of scissors. I hope I’m not giving anyone any ideas.
  
  
• An elder of a storefront startup church in our area became so angry after a meeting that he stormed out, and returned a short time later with a gun. He shot the preacher dead and then burned down the building. Boy, I really hope I’m not giving anyone any ideas!

We sometimes talk about restoring the NT church. We may have done a better job of that than we realize— every church we know about in the New Testament had unity problems! In fact, the reason that we know about churches like Corinth and Galatians is because they had these problems. Paul wrote his letters to help these churches solve their problems. So if there were any “problemless” churches in the first century, we wouldn’t know about them!

I heard one preacher suggest that Philippi was a church that had no real church problems. What book was he reading? Sure, Paul talks about joy a lot in Philippians, but he never really accuses them of having any! Three of the four things Paul tells the church to do in Philippians 2:2 are about having the same mind. Why? They weren’t of one mind. Hey Paul tells Syzygus, the loyal yokefellow, to step between two warring sisters and help settle them down. What are the chances that ol' Syzygus got whacked with a purse?

Philippi had the same church problem that my church has—it was full of people that want to have their own way. I look back at some of the rough spots that we have had here, and I have to admit that I was not always on the side of the angels. Sometimes I wanted my own way too much. After all, I was more consistent in my exegesis and smarter, obviously, because I knew how to say “exegesis.” What I wasn’t smart enough to see is that God was giving me a chance to do the Christ thing and lay down myself as a sacrifice. If I would have done that, I would have been walked on. But I might have also given the Spirit the space to do His holy work on the hearts of others.

I’m beginning to understand that the church will not have unity until we desire it more than we want to be right and have our own way. How do we do that? Paul gets us a long way down the road in what he says in Philippians 2:3-11 (NLT)

3 Don’t be selfish; don’t try to impress others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourselves. 4 Don’t look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others, too. 5 You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had.
6 Though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to.
7 Instead, he gave up his divine privileges; he took the humble position of a slave
and was born as a human being.
When he appeared in human form,8 he humbled himself in obedience to God
and died a criminal’s death on a cross.
9 Therefore, God elevated him to the place of highest honor and gave him the name above all other names,
10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,to the glory of God the Father.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

I spent Sunday night alone in the Sleep Clinic. Lynn finally laid down the law in her gentle but firm way-- either I spend one night without her letting them figure out what can be done about my snoring OR I spend the rest of my nights without her. I chose the one night. As it turns out, I do snore... which surprised no one in our house (or on our block). But I also have sleep apnea, which did surprise us at bit. This is good news. Insurance companies consider loud snoring to be a merely social problem which they don’t cover at all. The surgeries or dental appliances needed to stop problem snoring are not covered, though broken ribs received from flying elbows because of chronic snoring are covered. But insurance companies do consider sleep apnea to be a medical problem, and they will evidently pay for all kinds of high tech machines. I am waiting for mine.

I never really thought I was eithger tired in the morning or sleepy in the afternoons, usually symptons of the condition. Sleep apnea wakes you up continually throughout the night so that you can get a breathe. You never get awake enough to remember waking, but you are not ever asleep enough to get the restorative sleep you need. Well, I never thought I was that tired during. In fact, I checked "no" several times on the questionnaires they give you prior to your sleep clinic stay. I don't get sleepy during the day.

But ever since they told me I have sleep apnea, I am seem to be tired all the time. It's the power of suggestion, I guessssssssssss. Sorry, must have dozed off. Paul said that he had “often gone without sleep” (2 Cor 11:27). Apparently, I have been following Paul’s example and haven’t even know it!

Live Forgiven

You have probably seen the video of a church doing the “Cardboard Testimonies.” Someone somewhere had a great idea, and great ideas usually get copied. And this was a great idea... and a simple one. People share how God has changed their lives by writing what they were (alcoholic, materialistic, selfish, etc) on one side of the cardboard and then flipping the card to reveal what they have become by the grace of God (sober, spiritual, giving, etc.). It is a powerful testimony to power of God change us.

Satan desperately wants us to doubt that God can transform us like this. He tries to create that doubt in one of three ways.

• First, he wants us to doubt we ARE forgiven. If we begin to doubt that God’s has forgiven us, then we begin to doubt God and we refuse to live like forgiven people. After all, if we spend all our energy wondering if we are forgiving and suspecting that we are not, we don't have time to actually live how God wants us to live.
  
  
• Second, Satan wants you doubt that God can forgive you. Sure God can forgive regular people of regular sins. God can forgive the guy I heard one time confess that he was addicted to buying too many neckties. (Too me, that is a big sin). God can forgive that, but he can’t forgive me because of what I have done. Satan wants us to think that it is hopeless to believe we can ever do any better than you are doing right now. You might as well give up.
  
  
• Third, failing those two, Satan wants us to think that forgiveness is easy, simple and no big deal. If forgiveness is as easy as falling off log, then it really isn’t that important, is it?

Notice what Paul says in 1 Timothy 1:15-17 and how he helps us to avoid all three of these traps. Paul certainly understand how bad sin is and this how complicated is our forgiveness. He accepts God’s grace and His power to change, and thus he is focused
on the majesty and glory of God. We must see BOTH our continual neediness and God’s eternal power. We need to be forgiven and God has the power to forgive. And once we are forgiven, then we can live forgiven.

Just Dining-Room Talk?

I ran across a story yesterday that I think illustrates the struggle of many Christians today. Ten years ago, a University of Notre Dame senior named Lacy Dodd found herself in a situation that she would never have imagined. Only weeks away from her graduation, she found herself pregnant. The nurse at the clinic confirmed the pregnancy and then told her not to worry because she had “other options.” That is not the message she wanted to hear.

Dodd’s boyfriend also tried to pressure her into getting an abortion. When she pointed to the teaching of her church and responsibility of her faith, he said, “All that talk about abortion is just dining-room talk.” All the pious and moralistic talk was fine for banter around the dining table, but in real life you have do what is best for yourself. Fortunately, Ms. Dodd did not listen to such reason, and today she is the single mother of a ten-year old daughter named Mary.

Why is it that Christians are overwhelmingly opposed to divorce but continue to get divorced at a rate higher than the national average? Why are Evangelical Christians almost 100% against abortion while 18% of Evangelical women had abortions (Barna Research)? Why have the social mores and moral choices of our culture become in large part the social mores and moral choices of Christians as well? Do we see the Bible’s call to a personal holiness that reflects the holiness of God in an unholy world “just dining-room talk?” Or maybe “just Sunday School talk?”

The story I read was reporting on an essay written by Lacy Dodd (the mother in the story above) entitled “Notre Dame, My Mother” timed to be released at Mother’s Day to coincide with President Obama’s visit to Notre Dame. President Obama, of course, has long been an opponent of any restrictions on abortion rights. Some, including Ms. Dodd, wonder at the mixed-message sent by the President speaking at commencement and receiving an honorary degree from a Catholic university opposed to the practice of abortion. Dodd ends her essay--

“Who draws support from your decision to honor President Obama — the young, pregnant Notre Dame woman sitting in that graduating class who wants desperately to keep her baby, or the Notre Dame man who believes that the Catholic teaching on the intrinsic evil of abortion is just dining-room talk?”

Good question. The more Christians look like the world around us in the moral decisions we make, the less of a message we will have for the world. If Christianity really is “just dining-room talk,” then maybe we just need to shut up.

The Man in Black

One of the highlights of the Pepperdine Lectures each year is getting to hear Dr. Randy Harris, a professor at Abilene University. Randy is a bit hard to explain. He is single, usually dresses all in black, and is the foremost theologian in our movement. And he is one of the funniest guys you’ll ever hear. His new book is entitled God Work: Confessions of a Stand-up Theologian. And Harris knows how to combine the two (humor and scholarship) in a way I’ve never heard before. You are laughing all the way through his presentation, and then realize you have learned some things that are important. It is not often that the smartest guy in the room is also the funniest, but that is the case in most rooms that Harris occupies.

To give you an idea of how Harris teaches, notice few quotes from his new book. OK, my copy is on order (we were so focused on not giving AirTran another $25 for a second bag that we were packed tight in one suitcase and didn’t have room to buy books; I had to make space to bring back the Hallal and Zoe CD’s we bought), so I borrowed these excerpts come from Mike Cope’s blog--

• “My friend Augustine died in 430 (most of my friends have been dead for several hundred years; I’ve found that makes the friendship much easier).”
  
  
• “Here’s the theme of the book of Revelation: God’s team wins. Pick a team. Don’t be stupid.”
  
  
• “My friends refer to me as the Dead Sea of e-mail. I receive and I receive but I do not give.”
  
  
• “I’m not a Calvinist. I do not think that everything happens in the world directly because God has caused it or desired it. I’m tempted to suggest that that makes God a monster. Nor am I a deist. I’m not one of those who think God wound up the world and hasn’t done much of anything since the closing of the last book of the Bible. What I am instead is a panentheist, which is one who believes that in all things God is working — in death as well as life, in sickness as well as health, in disaster as well as rescue.”
  
  
• “Loyalty to country, loyalty to family, loyalty to friends — all of those strike me as commendable things. The problem is when patriotism becomes nationalism. Now this is a different matter. Nationalism is always evil because it is idolatry. It is the point where we confuse the nation with God, where our primary loyalties become aimed at the nation instead of God. This is always bad news. And nationalism is often lurking just under the surface of much of what we do.”

Harris’ class this year was entitled “My Favorite Atheists: Conversing with the Enemy” and he did three presentations on what we can learn from Feuerbach, Sartre and Nietzche. It was very interesting. I remember reading these guys (when forced to in school) and I don’t remember it being particularly interesting. Perhaps I didn't read closely enough... but I passed the quiz.

Pepperdine Bible Lectures

Well, another Pepperdine Bible Lectures has come and gone. We got home Saturday night at 11:15; that always makes getting up and preaching on Sunday an exhausting experience… for both me and the church! This marked the 20th year Lynn and I spent the week in Malibu. What an incredible blessing it is for us each year; we appreciate our elders and church making this possible. It's always better when Denbigh folks go with us (this year it was Randy and Betty Tanner and Mike and Joann Guthrie). Why don't we all go next year? We'll just move services that Sunday to Malibu. What do you say?

What the best part of the Pepperdine Lectures? This year, the main theme lectures were some of the best we have heard—Monte Cox, Rick Atchley, Josh Ross and Mike Cope were particularly good. The theme was Colossians… which I taught here 6 months ago. I wonder if anyone would notice if I preached a series on Colossians… I may give that a try. The worship times were great, especially Songfest at 6:15 (led by Hallal, Zoe and Lighthouse). We actually got there by 5:15 each night to make sure we got a seat on the front row! That happens at church all the time!

If I were completely honest, I would have to admit that the worship times were not as desperately special as they were in years gone by. Our praise team now leads those same songs in that same way every Sunday… better in some cases! But we did bring back a list of songs we want to try... like an a cappella version of "Praise You in the Dance."

This year was a throwback for me in a lot of ways. Thursday night Late Night in Smothers with Hallal recaptured the good old days when I sprinted from Firestone to Smothers to make sure we got a seat. And listening to Rubel Shelly lecture on atheism (his topic was “Why Are Atheists So Angry?”) took me back to Freed-Hardeman days (where it cost Dad a lot of money for me to hear similar material). Spending time with people like Alan and Sueanne Smith, Bob and Lourene Clark, Eddie and Carol Hendrix, Carl Etchison, and many, many more also really took us back as well. When did all those people get so old?

This was a special, special week. We are already looking forward to next year. Seriously, let’s all go next year. Plane ticket-- $200 (AirTran). Room and Board-- $125 (on-campus). Spiritual experience-- priceless!

Day of the Lord

Talk about having your basic “bad day.” Ashley Swendsen was enjoying a nature stroll on a hiking trail in Colorado Springs. The trail is posted with warnings about possible flash floods, but was no warning about what to do if you meet a bear. That is exactly what happened, and she did exactly what you aren't supposed to do-- she RAN. The bear actually chased her for about 20 seconds and got as close as a couple of feet until Swendsen made it out to a street… where she was promptly hit by a passing car! Yep, she outran a bear but she couldn’t outrun a Chevy. Thankfully, the car wasn’t going too fast, but she was bounced over the hood. The bear ran off one way and the car drove off another. Swendsen survived her adventure; BTW, she is also 6 months pregnant. She says that their child’s middle name will be “Bear.” Officials hunted down the bear and killed it; they are currently hunting down the hit-and-run driver.

When I read that story, I couldn’t help but think of Amos 5:18-19. Amos is warning those Israelites who were looking forward to the coming Day of the Lord. In the OT, the Day of the Lord was that time in time when God would judge a nation and bring it down. Israel thought that meant its enemies would be destroyed, so many Israelites looked forward to that time. Amos warned them that when God came in judgment, it would be to judge them—

18 Woe to you who long for the day of the LORD!
Why do you long for the day of the LORD?
That day will be darkness, not light.
19 It will be as though a man fled from a lion only to meet a bear,
as though he entered his house and rested his hand on the wall
only to have a snake bite him.

There was to be no escape from God’s judgment. It would be like you were running from a lion only to run smack dab into a bear. And then somehow you escape from the bear only to rest your hand on the wall in your house (whew!) and be bitten by a snake. When God comes for you, there is no escape. And when God judges, He judges us all.

Statues and Restoration

On Monument Avenue in Richmond, there are dozens of statues of confederate war heroes on their horses. (The old idea whether the horse and one or both legs raised depends on whether the hero was wounded or killed in battle is a myth). These statues are uncannily realistic, from the snarl on the horse’s face and the fire in its eyes to the muscles that ripple under its skin. Every detail of the battle gear and uniform of the honored soldier is faithfully reproduced. In fact, sometimes there is only one difference between the statue and the real thing. The statue is not alive! No matter how perfect the form and faithful the likeness, a stone horse is just not the same as a living one.

My religious tribe talks a lot about restoration. We came from a back to the Bible frontier movement variously known as “The Restoration Movement” or “The Stone-Campbell Movement.” Believers were prevented from worshiping together because of their various denominational creeds and traditions. A "closed communion" in which one had to prove that he or she was a member in good standing of a particular church before being allowed to the Lord's table is one way this division was seen. The genius of Restoration was the desire to set aside human creeds and traditions to focus only on scripture so that the barriers to unity would cease to function. Paul seemed to think that Jesus was interested in tearing down walls of separation (Eph 2:14). If we could just go back and just be Christians only, the divisions caused by human traditions would cease to have hold.

So we set about “the Restoration of the Ancient Order.” We wanted to recreate the New Testament church that existed in the book of Acts. The organization, doctrine and worship of the church were fully restored, and thus we became “The New Testament church.” Or simply "the church." By that time, we weren't really all that interested in creating unity among all believers but showing that we were the right church and everyone else... well, was the wrong church. We still talked a lot about the "Restoration Movement," but we pretty much had stopped moving anywhere. Restoration had been completed.

Even if you grant that we "restored" the essential organization, worship and doctrinal details of the first century church, that is not the same as restoring the church. The church as it was called to be in the first century was saturated in the unity of the Spirit, the love of Christ and the peace of God. The kingdom of God was about "righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit" (Rom 14:17). That's not form; that's fire. The church was not about what humans did but about what God had done and was continuing to do. To “restore” a church based on only forms and formats, doctrines and dogmas is to build a statue of a horse that has no life in it, no fire. What makes a church the church is the life that comes from the God we worship, the Savior we serve and the Spirit who fills us both corporately and individually.

Without the fire of the first century church, there is no restoration.

Angels Watching Over Me

I’ve never really thought that much about angels. I guess I was raised in a church that left the impression with me that while God used to do miracles, he now does Bible. And if you aren’t going to do miracles, then you don’t need a bunch of angels hanging around. I assumed that the reason the angles are always around the throne worshiping in Revelation is that God really doesn’t need them much any more, so they have extra time to worship. Of course, the whole book of Revelation has angels buzzing all over the place. I just never thought about angels.

Well, guess who is teaching a class on angels on Wednesday nights? Yep. In fact, the main reason I chose to teach this class was that I really did need to think and study some about the topic. So I might as well share what I learn... right? In other words, take the guy who is totally ignorant on the subject and let him teach.

The first thing that struck me—angels are all over the Bible. I mean they are all over it (how did I miss that?) The English word “angel” appears 305 times in the NIV— Revelation (77x), Luke (24x), Acts (22x), Zechariah (20x), Matthew (19x), Judges (17x), Genesis (15x), Hebrews (13x). And that’s not counting cherubim, seraphim, heavenly hosts or a host of other words used for angelic beings. Whereas 63 of 73 uses of the word “demon” appears in the gospels, the appearances of angels are spread all throughout the Bible.

And they appear doing a lot of different things. The word “angel” in both Hebrew (malak) and Greek (angelos) means “messengers.” Angels are God's messenger service, and a lot of familiar angel stories indeed have angels bearing messages... like announcing the birth of Jesus and telling Lot to get out of Dodge (actually it was Sodom). But angels are said to do a lot of other things as well—

• Provide protection during the exodus (Exo. 14:19)
• Fight and defeat the Canaanite enemies (Exo. 33:2)
• Prevents Balaam from going where he should not (Num 22:32)
• Rescues Daniel by shutting mouth of the lions (Dan 6:22)

Angels are messengers, but they are also ministering spirits that serve us (Heb 1:14). I don’t know that I have ever received a message from an angel, but somehow angels are there to serve those who believe. And when the church assembles to worship, somehow we are there with a whole bunch of angels (Heb 12:22). I don’t know exactly how angels do their ministering thing, but somehow it makes be feel better that they do.

So maybe Amy Grant was right after all?

The End of Christian America

Newsweek reported this past week on a recent study that revealed a decline in religious influence in our country. The title of the article was as catchy as it was overstated—“The End of Christian America.” The message of the study the article stresses is that the number of Americans who claim no religious affiliation has nearly doubled since 1990, rising from 8% to 15%. The article points to “an old term with new urgency: post-Christian.” Post-Christian means that we live in a world (or country) where there is no longer a Christian presumption.

The American Religious Identification Survey (ARIS) covered by Newsweek found that the percentage of self-identified Christians has fallen 10% points since 1990, from 86% to 76%. By contrast, the Jewish population is 1.2% and Muslims are 0.6%. The article also pointed out that “the number of people willing to describe themselves as atheist or agnostic has increased about fourfold from 1990 to 2009, from 1 million to about 3.6 million.” So we have twice as many atheists as Episcopalians in the United States.

So... what do you think when you hear people talking about “The End of Christian America” or the "Rise of Post-Christian America?" What is your first and best response when people suggest that the political and social influence of Christianity on our country is on the wane? Would it surprise you to hear some believers responding with, “It’s about time?” Some believers point out that one of the great enemies the kingdom of God has had to face in recent years as been the allusion that it (God’s kingdom) fits in so well with the kingdoms of the earth. In a recent blog, Greg Boyd lists 6 reasons why the church should not weep too much over the demise of American Christianity. The bullets below are summaries of his points; read his blog for the full discussion—

1. America has never been (or will be) a “Christian” nation. All nations of the world are ruled by Satan (Lk. 4:5-7; 2 Cor. 4:4; I Jn. 5:19). No earthly country is capable of being Christian in the sense of loving enemies, doing good to those who mistreat it or blessing those who persecute it (Lk. 6:27-35). By applying the term “Christian” to America, we’ve watered down the meaning of Christian.
   
   
2. Most American’s who identify themselves as “Christian” to pollsters actually mean they are “American” in terms of core values and lifestyle choices. A majority of people assume they are “Christian” by virtue of being American or because they prayed a certain prayer or go to Church once a year. If fewer people see themselves as “Christian,” this is one less illusion we have to confront as we invite folks into the Kingdom of God.
   
   
3. If Evangelicals lose all their political clout, we may be less tempted to lust after political power, which means we may have one less distraction from actually doing what God called us to do — namely, manifesting God’s reign by how we humbly live, love and serve.
   
   
4. The Kingdom has always (only) thrived when it was on the margins of society. The Kingdom is, by its very nature, a “contrast society.” If Christians lose all their power and position in society and become marginalized, this can’t help but be good for the Kingdom. If Christians become persecuted, it likely will be even better.
   
   
5. American as “Christian nation” was never deeper than the thin veneer of a shared civic religion. Many think being “Christian” is focused on preserving this civic religion (prayer in school, 10 Commandments on government buildings, a “Christian” definition of marriage within our government, etc.). This veneer of civic religion causes many Jesus followers to not notice the many foundational assumptions that permeate American culture are diametrically opposed to the values of the Kingdom.
   
   
6. If Jesus followers are more marginalized by culture, that may drive us together in fellowship and help us to finally get it that the Kingdom of God is inherently communal. It is very difficult for many to embrace radical Kingdom community when we can get along very well (by American standards) without it. The demise of American Christianity would serve us well by stripping us of the privilege of individualistic living.

Peter addressed the Christian to whom he wrote as "God’s elect, strangers in the world" (1 Pet 1:1). He later called them "aliens and strangers in the world" (1 Pet 2:11). The Hebrews writer says that one of the characteristics of people who live by faith is that they see themselves as "aliens and strangers on earth" (Heb 11:13). Those who live in the kingdom of God will never quite fit into this world. We are called to follow Jesus "outside the camp" of this world "bearing the disgrace that he bore" (Heb 13:13). The more we fit into the power structures of this world, the less we are living the principles and power of the kingdom of God.

A Special Day

OK, so I should have written this reflection yesterday. But Lynn was off yesterday and we spent the day together. It may be OK for me to take my time to blog, but its not OK to take her time!

What a day we had Sunday! We had more people here for worship than we had places to put them-- we literally put out every chair we had and still didn’t have enough room for all. The singing was outstanding even though we did several less-than-familiar songs. We were so full that we had to move people off the front row to make space for T.J. and Kellie when they came forward to be baptized. Of course, seeing them confess their faith and have their Daddy baptize them put an exclamation point on our day of worship. Well, that and me forgetting to turn my mike off and then singing “Rabboni” along with the praise team!

We had a lot of people stay for the egg hunt and the pot luck. I have never seen so much food… nor tried so diligently to make large portions disappear. All in all, this was a great day. It was a long day, but a great day.

A quick check through my old sermons (something I can only rarely bring myself to do) revealed that about half of my sermons on the resurrection were preached on or near Easter Sunday. It hasn’t been all that long that have been comfortable enough with "Special Days" to make a big deal on Easter, but we’ve always been open to sermons on the resurrection. When I was in school, one of my professors suggested preaching on the birth of Jesus on Easter and His resurrection on Christmas. That always smacked of being a bit of a wise guy to me… that’s why I liked it! I am glad that we aren’t as paranoid of special days and “traditions” as we used to be. A special focus service on the resurrection can be helpful, and Easter just seems to be the best time to do that. Yesterday was a good example.

How to Stop an Indian Attack

When I was a kid, it was just expected that little boys would play “Cowboys and Indians.” This was in the days before political correctness… or historical correctness! There is an old saying, “History is written by the victors.” Or Hollywood! Movie and TV westerns created many myths—like scalping being invented by indigenous peoples (they learned it from the French). One of “facts” that I remember from movies is how to thwart an Indian attack-- just shoot the chief. Once the chief is out of the way, then the rest will just stop and give up. Evidently, Native Americans need a leader, so if you can eliminate the chief, the rest will scatter. Of course in the movies, that was usually pretty easy because the chief always rode up front and wore a huge headdress that just shouted, "Shoot me." And then the cowboys always had those magical Winchesters that never ran out of bullets!

The Jewish leaders subscribed to this TV western myth when it came to Jesus. They thought that if they could kill Jesus, his disciples would scatter. All they had to do was trump up some charges, pay witness and manipulate the legal process, and both Jesus and his movement would die. When they arrested Jesus, it looked like their plan worked because all the Indians did indeed scatter (Mk 14:50). In fact Mark tells of one young man (maybe himself) so intent on getting way that he ran right out of his clothes (Mk 14:51). They surely thought that the public, horrific execution of Jesus had ended his movement and their problems.

Imagine the shock of the Jewish establishment when Christ's movement grew further and faster after his death than it had before. Three thousand responded to Peter’s first sermon... a sermon on the resurrection, “Seeing what was ahead, he spoke of the resurrection of the Christ, that he was not abandoned to the grave, nor did his body see decay” (Acts 2:31). More (5000 men) responded in Acts 3 to a very similar resurrection sermon, “You killed the author of life, but God raised him from the dead. We are witnesses of this” (Acts 3:15). The whole thing was getting out of hand, so the Sanhedrin called in the apostles in an effort to intimidate them into silence. What they got was the very same sermon, “Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom you crucified but whom God raised from the dead” (Acts 4:10).

Christianity spread because of the message of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Now first century people were not pushovers when it came to resurrection stories. They were not unsophisticated bumpkins or uncritically superstitious louts who would fall for anything. In fact, many Jews (like the Sadducees) didn’t believe in any resurrection any where at any time. Greeks were as likely as people today to see resurrection talk as a joke (they “sneered” in Acts 17:32). The idea of Jesus’ resurrection was not an easy first century sell at all! But that story spread like wildfire and filled the earth largely because the people who preached it were so radically changed by the message.

What keeps Christianity from spreading today is not that the message of the resurrection sounds too weird to modern, critical ears. The problem may be that those of us who believe it simply are not as changed by it not obsessed with it as were the first believers. The problem is not with the message of Easter; the problem is us.

On Sinking Ships

By a wide margin, the highest grossing motion picture of all time is Titanic. Well, that makes sense. It is really two movies in one— a mushy love story sandwiched inside a disaster flick, a soap opera with a body count. It is the story of Jack, a fun-loving, self-absorbed penniless artist and Rose, a sad, suicidal socialite who is being forced to marry a man whom she did not love. These two people are about as different as night and day, but the boy from steerage accidentally meets the girl from the first class, and they fall immediately and deeply in love. Unfortunately, they don’t live happily ever after; after all, this is the Titanic. During the sinking of the great ship, Jack dies so that Rose can live.

Marc Newman uses the movie Titanic to make a point to college students about the nature of true love. The question Newman asks his students to debate in class is this— “Given what we know of Jack’s character, do you think that he and Rose would have had a successful marriage?”

When push came to shove, Jack was able to make the single grand gesture to the beautiful woman, and give his life that Rose might have a chance to live. But could Jack, would Jack, have married Rose? And if so, could he have put up with the daily self-denials that are required to maintain a marriage over fifty years, when his lover is no longer young and nubile? G.K. Chesterton commented that many people say that they will do anything for love, except sacrifice for it.

Is it possible that dying for the one you love in a blaze of glory is not nearly as difficult as living and sacrificing for them daily? I think Newman is on to something there. The greatest barrier we face in our relationships in marriage, in the church and with God is the daily grind, the ongoing continuing sacrifice of bending and yielding our wills to that of another. The reason so many relationships are sinking ships is that we refuse to really die to self.

Good News and Bad News

The Good News: When I filled out my brackets before the NCAA olledge basketball tournament began, my Final Four were... well, never mind, that's not important now. But my final two teams were North Carolina and Michigan State playing in the in the championship game. Tomorrow night, North Carolina will play Michigan State in the championaship game. They could have saved a lot of trouble and drama if they would have just asked me! Oh, just so you know, I have North Carolinia winning it all.

The Bad News: While I'm writing this, Turbo Tax is installing itself on the computer. Tomorrow is the day I do my taxes. Well, unless an emergency comes up... like I have to wash my car or something. But then I'll have plenty of extra time since I don't have to actually watch the basketball game.

Meeting God at the Shack

I finally got around this week to reading The Shack, by William P. Young. The book was published in 2007 and spent much of 2008 on the best seller lists despite a marketing budget of about $300. Young wrote the story to explain his faith to his children, and it grew from there first into a screenplay (I hope they do make the movie!) and then into the novel. Much of the book is a theological conversation between Mack, the main character, and God. Their conversation is hung on what happens earlier in the novel.

Four years earlier, Mack (short for Mackenzie) takes his children on a camping trip at the end of which his youngest, Missy, disappears. A frantic search fails, and it is discovered that Missy was abducted by a pedophile serial killer known as “The Little Ladykiller” who had abducted other little girls at various parks. None of the bodies were ever found, but at each abduction scene, the killer leaves a ladybug pin, adding a dot to the ladybug to represent the next girl. Missy was the fifth dot, and her bloody dress was found inside an old “shack” (hence "The Shack") found deep inside the park. Mack is devastated by his loss and grief, and his life is dominated by what he calls “The Great Sadness.”

Mack mysteriously received a note inviting him back to the shack for a weekend, a note signed by “Papa,” his wife’s pet name for God. After internal debate and borrowing a pistol from a friend (the note could be from the killer), he goes to the shack. The killer isn’t there— but God is. God appears in the novel as Papa, a rotund, jolly African-American woman. Jesus is a young Jewish man with a big nose and dressed as a carpenter. Finally there is Sarayu, an Asian woman shimmering in light and wind that represents the Holy Spirit. Most of the rest of the book are conversations between Mack and the Trinity and the Trinity and Itself.

God as a black woman? (If it bothers you that God is not white, that can be a whole other blog). Mack’s father was a abusive man church deacon drank excessively and beat his wife and family relentlessly. Mack couldn’t relate to God as father until we worked through this anger with his earthly father. At the end of the book, God does show up as an old white man with a flowing beard to that represent Mack’s healing and readiness to accept God as heavenly Father. So Mack spends much of the book feeling a bit distant from Papa but is instantly drawn to Jesus.

Are there theological problems with the book? Well, duh! Much of the book revolves around the relationship of the Trinity with Itself as a model for human relationships. Trying to explain Trinity is impossible; trying to embody it characters in a story is not any easier! The other underlying issue of the book is explaining the so-called “Problem of Evil,” not exactly an easy nut to crack. The book does flitter on the edge of universal salvation and there is no real handling of God’s righteousness and judgment of sin (sin is seen as its own punishment). The book is built on an “Open Theism” where God limits His foreknowledge so that he can enter in relationship with us in the now. (See the review by Greg Boyd). Many of the negative reviews I’ve read are from Calvinists, and I can understand why they don't like it. The God in “The Shack” is not a God who determines all events beforehand and who has the sheep and goats predestined before creation. Papa is a God who created human free will and who seeks relationship with us despite our often wrong-headed free-will choices... and He works through those choices. If you want some deeper theological insights on the Shack, read this blog and this blog by my old camp buddy John Mark Hicks.

OK, as Roger would point out, I really didn’t READ the book; I listened to it as an audiobook, mostly while painting our utility room. I was up until almost 1:00 a.m. Tuesday night, not because U was ionto the painting, but because I simply didn’t want to stop listening to the book. The story went straight to my heart, and I must confess several points of putting down my brush, sitting on the ladder and laughing and crying all at the same time (OK, my eyes teared-up; I don’t really cry). The story grabbed my heart with a fist of grace. It reminded me (and I can forget) of a God who says, “I am especially fond of you.” Church folks like me can sometimes lose God amid the rules, liturgy, doctrines, services, sermons, committee meetings and the like that is church. Sometimes we need to be subtly reminded of what faith is all about. And this book was about as subtle as a 2x4 upside the head.

At one point, Mack asks Jesus at one point if all roads lead to Him (again skittering on the edge of universalism). Jesus responds, “Most roads don't lead to anywhere. What it does mean is that I will travel any road to find you.” Wow! Jesus really did that, didn’t He? In explaining why so many evil things happen in the world despite Divine power and presence, Papa (God) says,

Mack, just because I work incredible good out unspeakable tragedies doesn't mean I orchestrate the tragedies. Don't ever assume that my using something means I caused it or that I need it to accomplish my purposes. That will only lead you to false notions about me. Grace doesn't depend on suffering to exist.

I said something like that in a sermon last month... just not as well. Evil is the result of man’s evil free choices, choices that God does not overrule because He loves us so much he respects our choice.

Are there problems with Young’s view of God? Sure. The book is ultimately metaphor, and any metaphor falls apart when it’s pushed too far. I’m preaching through Amos right now, and the God of Amos is not the jolly Papa but a hungry Lion ready to tear His rebellious and wicked people to pieces. Aslan the Lion, the Christ-figure in C.S. Lewis's Narnia, has teeth. When you are dealing with God, it is best not to forget the teeth!

The reviews I’ve read of the book are of two types—those who absolutely loved it were drawn to God by it AND those who hated it and saw in it false theology and religious error. Put me squarely in the first camp (with an skinted eye on the second). Put it this way, I’ve ordered 3 more copies—one for each of my girls and another to just to have around to loan out. To borrow a line from Jim McGuiggen, “Everyone should be forced to read The Shack… if they want to.”

Two Masters

A couple of years ago, I wrote a blog on Ann Holmes Redding has been an Episcopal priest for now almost 20 years and then also embrace Islam. She was defrocked Wednesday when she completed her conversion as a Muslim. She was upset that she was removed from her position as priest because she sees no conflict between Christianity and Islam.

Both religions say there's only one God and that God is the same God. It's very clear we are talking about the same God! So I haven't shifted my allegiance.

She seems to sincerely believe that it is perfectly logical to be both and that she can't understand why some people want her to choose.

The church interprets my being a Muslim as 'abandoning the church' and that [there] comes an understanding that you have to be one or the other... It simply hasn't been my experience that I have to make a choice between the two.

I would suggest that she did make a choice. Jesus said, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." You cannot say that there is one God and "Mohammad is His prophet" and then at the same time accept Jesus as Lord. You can't serve two masters.

That seems pretty straightforward and simple. If you become a Christian, you can't be a Muslim. And visa-versa. So I'm not pushing the profound meter too dramatically this morning (as if I ever do). But what about being a Materialist Capitalist and being a Christian? The "master" we must choose Jesus over in Matthew 6:24 is MONEY. The God we can't worship if we worship Jesus is those green (and now brown) things with pictures of dead presidents. I wonder if God sees our obsession with materialistic prosperity while also being Christian as just as bizarre as when we see someone who claims to be both Muslim and Christian. We really do have to choose who is Lord... and them follow Him. Or it.

Stand Still

Do you have a boring job? I love my job, but I have to admit that sometimes I get sleepy at work. The other day I had to quit working on the sermon I was writing and get up and move around (a much needed straightening of my office). Its not a good sign when you fall asleep writing a sermon; it likely means that people will fall asleep listening to it! If you fall asleep at your job, here are some good excuses that you can use on your boss--

• "It’s OK, I’m still billing clients."
• "They said at the blood bank this might happen."
• "Whew! I must have left the top off that White-Out!"
• "I wasn’t sleeping—I was meditating on our vision statement."

Falling asleep may not indicate that our job is boring; it may just be reminding us that we aren’t getting enough sleep. I’m told that the average adult needs 8 to 8.5 hours of sleep each night and teens 9 to 9.5 of sleep! Do you know anyone who actually gets that? I usually get about 6.5, so I’m an hour or so in deficit. Last night it was a lot less because I was up until almost 1:00 a.m. painting. Actually, I kept painting because I was listening to The Shack audiobook, but I’ll write about the book another time. (If you’ve ever wondered whether you can paint, laugh and cry at the same time, you can).

Our culture doesn’t rest well. Some cultures take 2 hours in the middle of the day for lunch and a nap ("siesta" in Hispanic countries, "bhat-ghum" in parts of India or "xiuxi" in China). If we had two hours off in the middle of the day, we would be invariably work out, run errands, go shopping… or maybe get a part time job! We just don’t rest well. When we take a vacation, we need a vacation to rest up from the vacation. Mondays are, well Monday, because we rush so much during the weekends that it wears us out.

It has been a long time since we made the mistake of seeing Sunday as “the Sabbath.” Technically, Sunday isn’t the same as the Sabbath, but maybe we would be better off if we treated in that way. Maybe we need to spend more time quieted before God. Psalm 131 says--

1 My heart is not proud, O Lord,my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.
2 But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3 O Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore.

Line in the Sand

Jim Bowie was the inventor of the heavy fighting blade known as “the bowie knife.” What many don’t know about Bowie is that he was also a card cheat, slave trader, and swindled people in land deals. He also fought duels. He killed a man in near Natchez, Mississippi, in 1827 in which he literally brought a knife to a gunfight. So Bowie spent much of his life on the run.

He ended up in Texas as an officer in charge of the garrison at San Antonio… until it was learned that he was never in the army. Col. William Travis took over as commanding officer, but the two came to share leadership when they found themselves together two years later at a little church outside San Antonia called “The Alamo.” It was there that Bowie stopped running.

When it became obvious that their cause was hopeless, Travis drew a line in the sand with his sword asking all who were with him and with Texas to step across the line. Everyone knew that to stand their ground in the Alamo meant certain death. Jim Bowie, confined to his bed by tuberculosis, had four of his men carry him, bed and all across Travis’ line. Jim Bowie stopped running at the Alamo.

This is apparently where we get the expression, “to draw a line in the sand.” When we draw a line in the sand, we make a commitment, we take a stand. To draw a line in the sand is to make commitment where there is no giving up and there is no going back.

Paul told the Romans that baptism was their line in the sand. They could not “go on sinning so that grace may increase” (Rom 6:1). I don't think I have really ever heard someone saying that in so many words, “God likes forgiving sins; I like sinning. What a country!” Most Christians believe sin is serious business that should be avoided. But many Christians also believe that grace somehow makes sin somewhat less serious. After all, nobody is perfect! The sin that was such an ugly, monstrous beast has somehow been domesticated because we understand all this grace stuff. Sometimes we act as if sin doesn’t matter quite so much anymore.

Paul didn't think so and he says so quite profoundly in Romans 6. Paul saw baptism as a line in the sand in Romans 6:3-4,

“Or don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.”

In baptism, we participate in the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus. In baptism we die to sin. Paul doesn’t say this to give us argument to prove the essential nature of baptism. He assumes baptism (a strong argument in itself) to drive home the point that we made a commitment when we were baptized. We drew a line in the sand and burned our bridges (how’s that for mixing metaphors?). We cannot continue to live in sin because Jesus died to forgive us and we died with him. Yes, He was raised and so are we raised. But we were raised to live “a new life.”

Grace should not let us get more comfortable with sin. No, grace points us to the terrible price that was paid to free us. Baptism is our line in the sand; we crossed over and we can't go back.

Monday, Monday

For awhile there, I was on fire picking teams in the NCAA tournament, but I cooled off in a hurry. If a couple of the squeakers would have just gone the other way... I do have 7 of my Elite-8 still alive-- I really thought Texas would beat Duke. But don’t tell Angelynn; she is this huge Duke fan. I don't know when she became such a Duke fan, but it was sometime before she was 7. Arkansas beat Duke for the 1994 national championship and she didn't speak to me for two weeks (OK, I might have rubbed it in a little).

I finished up my sermon series yesterday entitled “Old-New Questions.” These were questions to which everyone once knew the answer. But the world changed and people change, and now the old questions are new again. You can see the questions and the sermons themselves at my sermon page. One of our members said yesterday that she looked forward to finding out what question I was going to cover each week, kind of like watching a TV series. She was a little miffed that yesterday was the season finale without having any advance notice. Maybe I should have had a cliffhanger.

I made a mistake the other day and read an article on “How to Have an Effective Blog.” There were 20 points or so on what makes a blog effective. Like I said, it was a mistake to have read the article… although I think I do OK on point #6.

My next sermon series is on the book of Amos. I haven’t chosen a title yet, but I’m thinking maybe something like “The Cows of Bashan” or “Let Justice Roll” or maybe “Neither a Prophet nor a Prophet’s Son.” I am open to any suggestions. And I think my next Wednesday night class series is going to be “The Christian and Angels.” Why those two topics? I’ve never preached a series on Amos or taught a class series on angels.

I’m trying hard to think of something else to write about. As soon as I finish this blog, I have to start ripping up carpet to get ready for ceramic tile in our utility room and downstairs bath. There had to be a better way to spend my half-day off!

Living Faith

Fred Winters was the Baptist preacher who was gunned down two weeks ago during the Sunday morning service at First Baptist Church in Maryville, Illinois. Terry Sedlacek, a 27 year man that the church did not know, walked into services and shot the preacher. He fired 4 times before the gun jammed and two members wrestled him to the ground.

Yesterday, Fred's widow Cindy Winters was interviewed on the CBS Morning Show. Her words were about faith, forgiveness and the love of Jesus. Rather than anger for the man that killed her husband and took her girl's father away, she expresses concern for Sedlacek's parents and that Sedlacek himself would come to know Jesus.



What a powerful witness to living faith in a living God. May God bless this good Christian lady and her girls as they heal from this horrific tragedy and loss. And May God continue to use her witness to bring healing to others.

The More Things Change

Five years ago, I referred in a sermon to the “Beloit College Mindset List.” Each August for the past eleven years, Beloit College Here are things about the college freshman of 2008-2009 that you have to know to understand about their world. The list reminds us that people can live in the same neighborhood and not be from the same planet. I have abbreviated the list below for the sake of space… and because I didn’t know what in the world some were about! You can see the whole list here. The list really has changed in five years... because the world continues to change.

• Harry Potter could be a classmate, playing on their Quidditch team.
• Since they were in diapers, karaoke machines have been annoying people at parties.
• Coke and Pepsi have always used recycled plastic bottles.
• Gas stations have never fixed flats, but most serve cappuccino.
• Electronic filing of tax returns has always been an option.
• Girls in head scarves have always been part of the school fashion scene.
• Universal Studios has always offered an alternative to Mickey in Orlando.
• Grandma has always had wheels on her walker.
• WWW has never stood for World Wide Wrestling.
• The Warsaw Pact is as hazy for them as the League of Nations was for their parents.
• Clarence Thomas has always sat on the Supreme Court.
• Schools have always been concerned about multiculturalism.
• Wayne Newton has never had a mustache.
• IBM has never made typewriters.
• There has always been Pearl Jam.
• The Tonight Show has always been hosted by Jay Leno and started at 11:35 EST.
• They may have been given a Nintendo Game Boy to play with in the crib.
• Authorities have always been building a wall along the Mexican border.
• Lenin’s name has never been on a major city in Russia.
• Balsamic vinegar has always been available in the U.S.
• Macaulay Culkin has always been Home Alone.
• Caller ID has always been available on phones.
• Green Bay Packers (almost) always had the same starting quarterback.
• They never heard an attendant ask “Want me to check under the hood?”
• Iced tea has always come in cans and bottles.
• Soft drink refills have always been free.
• Windows 3.0 operating system made IBM PCs user-friendly the year they were born.
• Muscovites have always been able to buy Big Macs.
• The Hubble Space Telescope has always been eavesdropping on the heavens.
• 98.6 F or otherwise has always been confirmed in the ear.

So what’s the point? First, we serve an unchanging and unchangeable God who is the same yesterday, today and forever. Second, the language and life experience of people around us are changing constantly. If we want the people around us to come to know our unchangeable God, then we must constantly change the ways we seek to relate to them. The world and the church of the 1950’s no longer exist. I think I get that. Neither do the world nor the church of the 1990’s exist. I haven’t gotten that one quite so well.

No Cussing Club

McKay Hatch was an eighth grader when he started a “No Cussing Club” at his school. Today, the No Cussing Club has 20,000 members in all 50 states and 30 different countries around the world. Hatch has been interviewed on TV by Jay Leno, Dr. Phil, Ryan Seacrest and many more. He has also had death threats, had his web site hacked and his address posted online, and someone even sent prostitutes to his house. But McKay refuses to be intimidated away from doing the right thing.

This worldwide movement began when Hatch just got tired of people cussing around him. He told his friends that “If you want to hang around me, I don’t want to hear cussing.” And they stopped, and the idea spread. Hatch says that he wants to next go after violence—“Most fights start with words—cussing at each other and making each other angry.”

Hatch told CNN Nicole Lapin that his club was about treating people with civility and respect. He said, "It's about talking to people with civility like you said, and making people feel good about themselves and talking to people with respect. That all starts with your words and how you choose to use them." Words are far more powerful than we sometimes realize. Words that we toss off as meaningless can impact others in ways we don’t realize. James 3:5-8 says—

5 The tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. 7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man, 8 but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

The amazing part of the story of “No Cussing Club” story is how it started with one middle school student and has spread all over the world. When we do the right thing, it has an impact on others. Sometimes that impact can be seen. More often, the impact is in small and hidden ways that later “raise a harvest of righteousness” (James 3:18).

The Franchise Agreement

My friend Alan Smith sent me a copy of the "Church of Christ Franchise Agreement" from Jay Guinn's blog "One In Christ."  Since I'm preaching Sunday on the true church and I am also running a bulletin article (from one of my earlier blogs) along the same lines, I thought I would reference this blog as well.  Just in case the other two don't get me in enough trouble, this one surely will. 

Guinn in a (very, very) humorous way suggests a charter that includes all the unwritten rules that many of our churches have operated under for years.  If we're going to have a franchise charter, it's much easier to follow if it's written down, right?  Of course, then that would be a creed which like the denominations, and they're all going to hell (you'll have to read Guinn's blog to get that one).

Religious Identification Survey

I guess it is one of those good news, bad news things. According to the recently released “Religious Identification Survey” from Trinity College in Hartford, Connecticut, 75% percent of Americans identify themselves as Christian. Well, 3 out of 4 isn’t bad, right? The bad news is that back in 1990, 86% of Americans identified themselves as Christian. Christianity is loosing ground to other religions, but the biggest reason for this shift is the rejection of religion altogether.  The fasting growing religious identification in the country is nothing at all.

The number of people who consider themselves "born-again" or "evangelical" has increased since 1990.  About 33% of Americans identify themselves as evangelical, and the number of people who are members of “megachurches” has grown from 200,000 in 1990 to 8 million in this most recent survey. What does it suggest that overall church membership is decreasing while membership in megachurches is increasing? It suggests that people are leaving smaller traditional churches for larger ones. That doesn't sound much like church growth.

Factoid: I read recently that membership numbers in the Sothern Baptist Church are greatly skewed by the number of Baptists who are officially members of two churches. They are on the membership books at the church at home where they grew up in while at the same time being members of the larger church where they now attend. It is easy for the numbers reported in surveys to become skewed. I’m not sure we need to panic at this point, but these surveys can be a bit disturbing.

In an interview with CNN, William Donohue of the Catholic League suggested that the growing rejection of organized religion reflected by this survey itself reflects the movement towards radical individualism seen in the last 25 years or so. People have been leaving churches because they don’t want religious authority telling them “thou shalt not” in their moral choices. Donahue says, "Notice they are not atheists-- they are saying I don't want to be told what to do with my life."

Paul said that a time was coming when “people will no longer listen to sound and wholesome teaching. They will follow their own desires and will look for teachers who will tell them whatever their itching ears want to hear” (2 Tim 4:3, NLT). But that was already happening as Paul wrote; he ends his description of “the last days” in 2 Timothy 3 by telling Timothy “Have nothing to do with them” (2 Tim 3:5b). The decay of the influence of the church (if that is what’s happening) in America does not mean the end of the world. What it does mean is that we as Christians must redouble our efforts at living our faith in a way that impacts others.

Tuesday Afternoon

I worked at home yesterday all afternoon as I waited for the dishwasher repairman. All they could tell me was that he would be there sometime between 1:00 and 5:00 p.m. So I took all my stuff and worked from home while I waited for him. Well, he showed up at 4:45-- about the time I get often home. So I waited all day for nothing. And it took him 5 minutes to fix the thing

But then I got work done at home so the day wasn't wasted, right? Well, I did get a start on Sunday’s sermon, so that is good.However, my fancy USB drive that I carry around on my key chain, the one on which I saved all my work, literally fell apart or me. The case came complete apart as I removed it from the drive. Not to worry, I duck taped it all back together. I just inserted it into the computer here and the good news is that everything was saved properly. The bad news is that I didn’t get as much done as thought.

On another front, I guess now it is officially official now. Tressa’s little dog Bella is now our little dog Bella. Tressa got her just before Christmas, and we kept Bella while Tressa had an apartment full of company. Two things seemed to have happened during the time we were dog-sitting. First, Tressa got over her “I want a dog to keep me company” stage. Second, Lynn fell in love with the little fluff ball. So we are now the proud owners of a 2 pound Maltese; Tressa took her money and bought a Wii. Don’t tell Bella (or Lynn), but I think I’d rather have the Wii!

Don't Let Go of the Rope!

When I was a kid, Dad borrowed a speed boat from his business partner, and we pulled it down to our cabin on Lake Gaston in Carolina. Actually, it wasn't a cabin but an old burned-out trailer Dad had rebuilt and restored. And it wasn't on the lake but in the vicinity of the lake. But it was our retreat into nature, and the only time this city kid was able to hunt and fish. It was also the only time this (clumsy) city kid ever tried to water ski. Or maybe I should say, it was the time my father tried to kill me teaching me how to ski!

The story goes like this. After unloading the boat and getting a brief lesson on water safety and skiing fundamentals, we were off. My sister went first, and within minutes she was skiing circles around the lake… so I knew that it had to be easy. When my turn came, and I gave the ready sign, and Dad took off with the boat. I came up to my feet like a shot, paused for half a second (if that long), and went right over onto my face. Then the fun really began! Dad pulled me behind that boat for what seemed like ten miles-- UNDERWATER. In all the excitement, I forgot to let go of the rope. In fact, I didn’t know that I could let go of the rope. I’m not sure why Dad kept going-- maybe he wanted to see how long his idiot son would hang onto the rope. So I was dragged along bobbing and weaving, diving and surfacing like a Rebel minnow on fast retrieve. Finally the boat came to a stop and my miserable life was spared. I honestly did not know that I could just let go of the rope.

On December 30, 1977, Lynn walked down one of the aisles (they had two) of the Colonial Heights church building and for some reason pledged to be my wife for as long as we both shall live. I guess I'll never know exactly why she did that, but I thank God that she did. My ship came in that day, but it has not been only smooth sailing all the time. The lake has gotten a bit rough. At times I have made her life as bumpy as my first (and only) skiing lesson. There have been twists and turns, flips and bumps. But we are still going strong. And the reason for that is that, like my skiing experience, we just refuse to turn loose! Letting go is just not an option, no matter how bumpy the ride gets.

My sermon Sunday is on divorce. What was almost unheard of when I was a kid is now commonplace. Put 100 average adult people in a room, and 25 of them will have gone through a divorce. For every 10 marriages in our country, there are 4 (or more) divorces. We have learned at some point that not only is it possible to let go of the rope, in a growing number of life situations, you are basically expected to do so.

The issue of divorce for Christian is a complex one, and my sermon Sunday may muddy the water more than it clarifies. But there is one thing that I know for certain from scripture. God hates divorce. Period. Every time a divorce happens, the will of God and the heart of God are broken. We can spend a lot of time discussing “exception clauses” and “the Pauline Privilege.” We can come to the text looking for loopholes. And we can make the Sermon on the Mount a more restrictive legalistic system than the Pharisaic system Jesus was trying to correct. But what remains clear is that God hates divorce. For those seeking to please God, maybe that should be enough.

Fun While It Lasted

I'm back to the ol' grind after a rare weekend (plus a day or two) trip away. Lynn and I spent Sat-Tue with my parents in a Myrtle Beach time share to mark their 60th wedding anniversary. We surprised them with a Baskin-Robbins ice cream cake, which was a real surprise since it said "Happy 60th Birthday." Oh, well, it was the thought that counts. We had a great time visiting with them. It was too cold to get on the golf course, but Lynn and I enjoyed a brisk walk on the beach each day.

I had intended to chronicle our trip on the blog while we were gone. The condo had Wi-Fi, so I took our laptop and was prepared to blog away. What I wasn't prepared for was to pay $3 an hour or $12 a day for the Wi-Fi connection! There was no way that I was going to stimulate the Myrtle Beach economy at that rate. So… we had a good time. That is about as much of a chronicle as anyone wants.

I got to experience church as “a Regular Joe” in the pew Sunday morning. That means that we were a bit late to church, sat on the back pew, and left right after church was over. I didn’t like being late or sitting in the back, but the sermon was great and church was enjoyable.

Well, vacation is over; I’d better get back to work.

Ripples

J.A. Copeland moved his wife and five children to Center Point, Arkansas in 1907. The reason was because they had a good school there. The school wasn't for the Copeland children; it was for Copeland. The 26 year old dirt farmer had dropped out of school years before, and he wanted to go back and finish his education. Why? He had felt called by God to preach, and he knew that he needed to finish his education. And that’s what he did, attending high school along with one of his children.

J. A. Copeland was a simple man of faith who loved God and wanted to serve Him. In some ways, he was a man ahead of (or perhaps behind) his times. In an era in which a preacher’s faithfulness was often determined by his ability to debate and stridently defend the truth, Copeland was a man of love and peace and patience. Copeland never gave up farming; he would never earn enough money to support his large family by preaching alone. He was often called to preach gospel meetings in far off corners of Texas or Arkansas and wasn’t paid enough to cover his train ride home. He was never at the center of what was happening in the brotherhood; Delight, Arkansas is never at the center of much of anything. J.A. Copeland was a simple, quiet man of faith and substance who influenced many people while he was alive and many more after he died.

J. A. Copeland was my great-grandfather. I never met him; he died the year that I was born. But his simple faith in God and commitment to Christ is part of the DNA of my family. At a family reunion about thirty years ago, we counted 44 preachers among Papa Copeland’s sons, grandsons and great-grandsons, and that number would be much larger now if we added the next generation. Papa Copeland never knew he was started a family business; he just was trying to make a difference in the family of God.

When you throw a stone into a pond, ripples are created that spread our across the surface far from the stone’s entry point. Our lives causes ripples of influence that spread our far from us in ways that we can never imagine. We will never see all those ripples or how they impact others far from us. It is important to live our lives in the right way so that our splash makes the right ripples.

The Sanctity of Marriage

Jonathan Lopez is (or was) a student at Los Angeles City College. He is in the process of suing the school for discrimination. One of his professors refused to allow Lopez to finish a class speech and called him “a fascist bastard” in front of the class. Lopez, an admitted Christian (gasp), inquired about his class grade, and was told by his professor to “ask God what your grade is.” Why such abuse? He was making a speech arguing against homosexual marriage.

The news accounts didn’t make it plain whether this incident took place before or after the passing of Proposition 8 (which amended the California constitution to define marriage as taking place between people of opposite genders). If this incident took place BEFORE Proposition 8 was passed, then Mr. Lopez was shut down and ridiculed for participating in a current sociopolitical debate because his view differed from that of his professor. If the incident took place AFTER the passing of Proposition 8, then he was censured for arguing for the law of the land! At any rate, this seems to be something less than the free exchange of ideas that is supposed to characterize the educational process.

I preached Sunday on homosexuality. You can listen to the sermon if you like (just don’t operate heavy equipment at the same time). Want a hint? I said that homosexuality is a sin... and that the gospel is for sinners. Does the open acceptance of homosexual marriage undercut the sanctity and inviolability of the covenant of marriage?  Sure.  But then, homosexual marriage doesn’t undermine marriage nearly as much as heterosexual divorce!  If Christians are truly interested in preserving the sanctity of marriage, then why not work to pass a constitutional amendment banning divorce? Banning gay marriage keeps the 5% or 10% of the population (depending on which guesstimate you accept) in line. Banning divorce would keep a lot more of us on the straight (excuse the pun) and narrow!

Hey, I’m not defending gay marriage. The Bible says homosexuality is an abomination to God. But the Bible also says that God hates divorce. Does God hate homosexuality all the time but hates divorce only part of the time? What was that word that Moses used for divorcing a spouse and remarrying him or her? That would be “abomination” (OK, it’s “detestable” in the NIV, but it’s the same Hebrew word). Why are we so selective in what we get riled up about?

I read some time ago that the reason it took so long to have real penalties attached to drunk-driving is that so many law-makers, judges and juries recognized that the poor sap caught drinking-and-driving just might be them someday. They might need a little love down the road when it comes to drunk-driving, so a lot of wiggle room was left in the system. Is that why Christians can be so hard against homosexual sin and not so hard against divorce? Do we think might need a little divorce wiggle-room sometime down the road?

Was Lopez discriminated against because of his religious beliefs? It would seem so. Or was maybe he was a bit too strident and harsh and combative in the way he presented his views. That undoubtedly has happened at times in the past.

It is entirely likely that if we were a bit more successful at living God’s moral law ourselves, we would be more effective in calling others to do so as well. The divorce rate of Evangelical Christians is the same (or maybe a bit higher) than the national divorce average. If we are really interested in preserving the sanctity of marriage, then maybe we need to show our respect for marriage by staying married. Once we solve our divorce problem in the church, then maybe we can be in a better place to help the culture respect the sanctity of marriage. Didn’t someone say something once about getting the beam out of our own eye before we help others with theirs?