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Launching a Ministry for Families With Special Needs Kids

2014 October 28
by Mike

Psalm 1 – Read by Landon Saunders

2014 September 30
by Mike


Psalm 150 – Read by Landon Saunders

2014 September 4
by Mike




Randy Harris: Idiot’s Guide to Theology (PBL 2014 Class)

2014 May 21
by Mike

“Owning Up to Our Baptismal Vows”

2014 May 16
by Mike

Jarrod Robinson speaking on Galatians 3 at the 2014 Pepperdine Bible Lectures â?? part of the theme, “Enter the Water, Come to the Table.”

What’s a Woman to Do?

2014 May 16
by Mike

This is Jeff Childers debating Jeff Childers in a late Ambien night session at the 2014 Pepperdine Bible Lectures.

Twenty Easters

2014 April 18
by Mike

My journey with Easter has come in three stages:

Stage One: We don’t celebrate Easter. I was raised in a tradition that (barely) tolerated bunnies, eggs, and jelly beans. But not the rest of Easter. The reason? “Because the Bible doesn’t mention Easter. We celebrate the resurrection of Jesus every week.” The first sentence now strikes me—as one who sees Easter at the very center of the Bible’s story (even if it isn’t called that until later)—as funny. The Bible doesn’t mention Easter in the same way that the Chronicles of Narnia don’t mention Aslan. But honestly, I still have a deep appreciation for the second reason, for we are, indeed, the people of the resurrection. (Those who grew up in this tradition can appreciate the humor of someone’s “Hitler Easter video.”)

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used by permission

Stage Two: It’s ok to celebrate Easter. Yes, it was ok. Freeing, even. But just “ok.” Because as a person who often dwells in mystery and puzzlement, I found this to often be the church at its most “full solar spirituality” (to borrow from Barbara Brown Taylor). Extra assemblies! Bring in the visitors! Banish death! Promise healing, health, and forgiveness! Easter has a way of bringing out the kind of triumphalism that made the Apostle Paul queazy.

Stage Three: I can’t live without Easter.

This is my twentieth Easter since Megan died. For the first fifteen years, we held a small gathering of family and friends at her grave at sunrise on Easter morning. We read 1 Corinthians 15, listened to a song or two, exchanged Megan stories, and prayed. Marana Tha. For the last several years, I haven’t been in town on Easter Sunday, but different rituals continue. This morning, my three-year-old granddaughter and I visited the grave of the aunt she never knew, leaving Easter lilies and enjoying the beauty surrounding us.

Through the years, I’ve spoken and written a lot about Megan. I hope it hasn’t been just to work through my own grief. I’ve always had others in mind: those who have buried loved ones, those who live in fear, those who have failed big time, those who are suffering, those who don’t yet feel “strong at the broken places” (Hemingway). So “Megan” stories have been about an actual, loving, mentally-disabled child who died when she was ten. But they’ve also been metaphors for a larger human experience Valium 15mg of brokenness and loss.

Does time help? Oh, yes. But it doesn’t remove all the pain. I’ve written before about a buddy of mine, a physician, who saw an 84-year-old patient and asked how she was doing. “I’m a bit sad today,” she said. “It’s the anniversary of my daughter’s death.” He immediately imagined what it must have been like for her to lose her adult daughter. He wondered if this daughter had her own children and perhaps grandchildren.

“I’m so sorry. How long ago did she pass away?”

“Sixty-two years ago,” the woman replied.

We grievers are so thankful for time, for friends, for memories, and for unpredicted joys.

But the real key is hope. And that’s what Easter is all about. It declares that God’s glorious future has broken into this world through the resurrection of Jesus. It announces the invasion of God’s kingdom of love and justice. While it doesn’t promise that all illnesses will be cured or that all depressions will be removed, it does offer a vision of the future that is secure. God will wipe away all tears.

As I wrote in Megan’s Secrets: What My Mentally Disabled Daughter Taught Me about Life

“The resurrection of Christ is terribly relevant for those who’ve been victims of injustice. For those who’ve been gutted by rejection or betrayal. For those who’ve faced every day with pain—of whatever sort. Or for those who’ve stood on a wind-kissed hill to pay final respects to a spouse, a child, or a friend.

with Ellie, Good Friday 2014

with Ellie, Good Friday 2014

“‘I am the resurrection and the life,’ said Jesus. Either he is or he isn’t. It depends on what happened that weekend in Palestine. For those like me who believe that he was raised by his Father, there is wild hope. Suffering and death do not have the final word. A day is coming when pain, failed relationships, bitterness, depression, and death will be put behind us. Jurgen Moltmann had it right: ‘God weeps with us so that we may someday laugh with him.’ That’s the outrageous joy called Easter!

“‘It makes a big difference whether we think someone is dead or alive,’ Luke Timothy Johnson puts it baldly. ‘The most important question concerning Jesus, then, is simply this: Do we think he is dead or alive?’

“What we believe about that question makes all the difference in the world.”

Enter the Water, Come to the Table

2014 March 27
by Mike

We’re down to about a month before the 71st Pepperdine Bible Lectures. As we focus on the meaning of baptism and communion (and as they guide us in understanding gospel, discipleship, community, mission, and eschatology), we want to experience them.

So instead of just talking about baptism and the Lord’s Supper, we will participate!

Some will perhaps want to be baptized during the week (April 29 – May 2). In addition to the Pepperdine pool which is just outside Firestone Fieldhouse, leaders of the University Church will be Xanax on hand to assist anyone who wants to be immersed in the Pacific Ocean. (We don’t want to lose anyone!)

Then on Friday night after the evening session, tables will be set up outside the fieldhouse and around the upper part of campus where the late night sessions are held. Everyone will be invited to participate in communion. It will be an amazing experience of unity and commitment to the mission of Jesus.

It’s not too late. Come on! “Enter the Water, Come to the Table.”


Invitation to 2014 Pepperdine Bible Lectures

2014 March 6
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What I Mean by “Miracle”

2013 July 23
by Mike

Here we are, 57 years later, huddled in the same hospital. Only instead of two twenty year olds holding their firstborn, we’re now a middle-aged man with his aging parents.

She lies, drug-induced and feverish, in bed, awaiting gall bladder surgery.

He sits in his wheelchair.

Itâ??s sometimes difficult to recognize him:

this state boxing champion, this five-time runner of the Boston marathon, now weakened by the ravaging blows of Parkinsonâ??s;

this expressive man whose face has now lost so much of its bandwidth of emotion, flattened out by the disease;

this steady man who now shakes with tremors.

Then I watch in amazement:

As if dancing, they both lean toward each other. Sheâ??this amazing woman!â??rolls and stretches her hand, moving around the IV in her arm; he presses with limited flexibility as far as he possibly can, leaning forward in his wheelchair toward her. And they touch. They hold hands. If a picture is worth a thousands words, this scene is worth a million. They donâ??t speak. They just . . . touch.

Through it all,
Love remains.

Please donâ??t assume itâ??s been a perfect marriage. To be honest, perfect marriages donâ??t interest me. They seem plastic and unattainable.

A poem by my maternal grandmother about her own marriage seems to fit:

Ours is not the meeting of two meadow streams,
The quiet fusion of slow and placid waters,
That start from gentle springs
And meander softly to each otherâ??s arms.
Ours is the whirlpool union of two rivers,
Mountain born,
That issue from the crags, close to the skies,
And leap the rocks, and spill tempestuously
To canyons far below,
Where, with steam and vapors rising,
Fired by earthbound mutterings,
We meet,
And in a maelstrom we mate, and run our course,
Parallel, but never merging,
downstream to the sea.

Go ahead: tell me about your signs and tongues and miracles. Iâ??ve learned not to frown, winter Christian though I am.

But that doesnâ??t mean I donâ??t believe in miracles. Back in the same little hospital, in the same little town, with the same two peopleâ??after 57 years that passed in a flashâ??I witness a wonder, a marvel that stirs my soul.