Archive for June, 2004

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There is a very important meeting that Colin Powell is involved in today. And we hear very little about it because we’re fascinated with stories like the Laci Peterson case. (Is there any defensible rationale for why a case like that gets so much attention–as tragic as it is?)

This tragedy that approaches the devastation in Rwanda from a decade ago doesn’t receive much press, we’re told, because it isn’t in our “national interest.” But to go with our national interest, don’t we also have national values?

Darfur, an area of Western Sudan near the Chad border, is described by the U.N. as the #1 humanitarian crisis in the world today. Something very close to a genocide is being carried out with the endorsement of the Sudanese government. Pro-government Arab militias have been raping and slaughtering black Africans–a kind of ethnic cleansing.

Thousands have been raped and murdered, a million have been displaced, and more than 120,000 have been forced across the border into Chad to live in refugee camps. The U.S. Agency for International Development has estimated that at least 300,000 more will die of hunger this year.

Please join me in prayer today about that meeting. Something tough needs to emerge from the U.N. Security council. But way beyond that, let’s pray for the kingdom of God to continue to break forth in troubled places.

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From Marva Dawn:

Audiences are being told that we “should have two points of entry into our congregations”–at least two kinds of worship styles to attract (especially the boomer generation) to our churches. Wrong! Worship is not the “point of entry.” You are!

Nowhere in the bible does it say, “Worship the Lord to attract the unbeliever.” Nowhere! We worship the Lord because God is worthy of our praise. Instead, the Scriptures frequently tell us that we are witnesses. Evangelism happens in our daily lives, our regular encounters, our simple conversations and carings (or at evangelistic events which have a focus different from that of worship)–in order that we can bring others with us to worship God. . . .

Worship is the language of adoration addressed to God and the language of God’s instruction to equip us for life and witness. Good worship will be evangelistic, but that is not its purpose, for worship is directed to God as its subject and object. Good worship will both nurture the character of believers and the community and also form us to be the kind of people who will reach out evangelistically and in service to the world around us.

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Two hundred years ago today (June 28, 1804), Barton W. Stone and five others signed a document called “The Last Will and Testament of the Springfield Presbytery.”

In 1801 several of these men had preached in a popular revival at Cane Ridge in Kentucky. They reacted against rigid Calvinism, calling on people to make decisions. As a result, some were faced with disciplinary actions by their churches. So in 1803 they formed a coalition of similarly-minded churches and called it the Springfield Presbytery.

But one year later, they dissolved the coalition. They realized that it was divisive. Included in the “Last Will and Testament” were these words: We will, that this body die, be dissolved, and sink into union with the body of Christ at large; for there is but one body, and one Spirit, even as we are called in one hope of our calling.

Not bad words to revisit 200 years later.

I’m a member of the Highland Church which is part of a group (denomination) known as Churches of Christ. But much more important than that is that we are part of the larger body of Christ–made up of followers of Jesus of many nations and many denominations.

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“If one were given five minutes’ warning before sudden death, five minutes to say what it had all meant to us, every telephone booth would be occupied by people trying to call up other people to stammer that they loved them.” - Christopher Morley

Any calls anyone needs to make?

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I’m worn out from baseball. All-star practice is in its second week. Our first game is July 1.

On the first day of practice, I gave the parents and the players the “this isn’t all about winning” speech. As the first game gets closer, I think I need that speech played back to me!

This morning I once again give thanks that Claritin D is now available over the counter.

Life’s small pleasures. Well-executed drag bunts, well-thrown off-speed pitches, well-behaving parents, and Claritin D.

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Probably several blog readers already know about Sojourners online. Here is a recent baccalaureate address given by Jim Wallis at Stanford on June 12.

Now that’s a message to send graduates out on!!

My Favorite Worship Assembly

I love a cappella and instrumental. I love old hymns and new praise music.

But you know what my favorite worship service is? It’s one where:

I can see that Clois was feeling better and was able to come;
I can hear Roye Sue’s beautiful soprano voice and see Bob lost in wonder, love, and praise;
I can watch Bob and Janice raise their hands with smiles on their faces;
I can catch a glimpse at the praise-filled faces of Emily Quile, Andrew and Nicholas Boone, and Haley Lucas (as well as lots of other children);
I can see the children from the Colonial Apartments look to Gary and Maria for love and instruction;
I can observe Lorin looking around to see if anything is needed by anyone;
I can watch Wendell and Betty nodding and smiling, (as I try to imagine all their years of church-planting around the world).
I can feel the warmth of Bob and Jimmie, spiritual leaders in every way.

Great worship can take many forms–as long as it seeks to “ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name” (1 Chron. 16:29). But more and more I experience the deepest meaning of worship as part of this faith community. I’ve just mentioned some of the ones who sit around me. I love praising God around these people who typically are right near my front pew, er, theater seat.

How about you? What do you see in your family of faith as you worship that inspires you and draws you closer to God?

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A couple people got into the spirit of what I was trying to start on June 17. Go back and look at the 19th comment by Chris. I have a problem with the whole “dusk over dawn” thing (didn’t God mean for the day to begin at 5:00 a.m.?) and the sports movies over actual sports — :) — but his words are like peeking in on holy ground. Plus, I like the list. Beatles over Beach Boys. TX bbq over NC bbq. His mom’s chicken pot pie. Jokes that aren’t at anyone’s expense. “And feeling my son kick at [my wife's] belly before I go to sleep.”

Anyone else want to do their list?

Political Frenzy

Here’s my biggest beef with Christians and politics. I’ve known so many church-goers who can get whipped into a frenzy when political discussions come up but who seem to have little of the same passion with it comes to their faith and Christian community.

I want to scream, “Folks, nations come and go. This one may, too. But the kingdom of God will be alive and well. Political parties (left and right) ebb and flow, but the reign of God is forever and ever.”

The Dad Gig

There are so many things I could write about my dad on this, the weekend of Father’s Day. Dan Fogelberg got it right: “I’m just a living legacy to the leader of the band” (written about his dad).

But one thing I’ll always remember is that he was THERE. He was running a daily newspaper and he was the mayor of our city. (All right, it was a town. At the time, I thought Neosho was a city because people from Goodman, Granby, and Diamond drove there to see a movie or eat at Dog-N-Suds. We, on the other hand, drove to Joplin, because it had a choice of theaters and a Shotgun Sam’s pizza.) And yet, he was at every game I ever played. I know at times that must have been hard.

Twenty years before he’d been a star on the Neosho football team. And I think he told me his dad never saw him play. (My granddad was a great man–but they lived way out in the country and I guess he just didn’t place that high on the priority list. I’m sure he was “there” in many other ways.)

I battle traveling all the time. Just yesterday, after the chairman of my travel group met with my assistant, we sent “sorry, but not this year” notes to Rochester College, OCU, and Ohio Valley. I hate that. There’s no one I’d rather speak to more than university students.

But as I looked that young man in the eyes a week ago and thought about how proud I was of him, it made all of those “sorry but not this year” notes seem right.

I don’t mean to sound heroic here. I made some mistakes. Some bad ones. I’ve had to apologize for too much traveling during some of the difficult years with Megan. I thought I was saying “no” to most requests and accepting only a few. But the airline miles tell another story. It’s one of my real regrets. Wish I could have a “do over.”

Anyway, Matt’s little brother deserves the same thing: a dad who is around to coach, encourage, play, and pray.

I may get a lot of things wrong in life, but this is one thing I want to try to get (almost) right: the dad gig.