Archive for January, 2005

Food at Ninety

Sometimes I earn brownie points on Friday morning by making a couple stops after working out. This morning I rolled through Starbucks for a Cafe Mocha for Diane. (The only thing Starbucks sells that I like is bottled water. Apologies to you SB addicts. I have my own addictions, but coffee isn’t one of them.) Then I ran into Grandy’s for a biscuit deluxe for Chris.

The guy behind me in line must have been pushing hard on 90. I heard his order as I was leaving: “I’d like two sweet rolls and a whole milk.”

You’ve got to love that! There’s hope ahead. At some point you think, “Who cares what I shovel in there? Bring on the extra piece of blueberry pie. And drop an extra scoop of Bluebell on top.”

Meanwhile, I came home to my Fiber One with almonds with some 1% milk.

Sloop John B . . . and Car Pool

CAR POOL

I mentioned in August that I had a pretty taciturn car pool — a bunch of 6th grade boys who would crawl in one at a time on Thursdays and say profound things like “hey, dude.”

That all changed in the fall though. I found the secret. The Beach Boys. I had tried lots of music: U2, Eagles, Beatles, etc. But it was The Beach Boys that popped the cork on conversation. For some reason, these guys know the BB tunes. “Help Me, Rhonda,” “Sloop John B,” “Surfin’ USA,” “Surfin’ Safari,” etc. And when “I Get Around” comes on it’s karaoke time!

With Beach Boys playing, there is a buzz of excitement. Now instead of no one talking, everyone is talking. Once they’re loosened up a bit by The Beach Boys, we can move on to better stuff: Van Morrison (”Brown-Eyed Girl”), B. W. Stevenson (”My Maria”), Kingsmen (”Louie, Louie”), Steppenwolf (”Magic Carpet Ride”), and, of course, CCR (”Down on the Corner”). Plus, these are still just kids, so anything from Shrek works nicely (think: Smash Mouth’s “All Star” or the Monkee’s “I’m a Believer”).

The reason I’m thinking about it this morning is that I forgot the Beach Boys CD. We were back to contemplative.

Highland: Location, Location, Location

By most standards, the Highland building isn’t in a great location. Have you noticed there isn’t exactly a lot of construction going on around us? Wylie area — yep. University Hills — uh-huh. A few other spots around Abilene. But not much around S. 5th and Highland.

Almost everyone in our church drives past at least one other C of C to get there.

Crime, poverty, drugs — all fairly close to our humble abode.

Several years ago the elders considered the possibility of moving. They looked at the area south of town — around where Beltway is (as I understand it). They also talked about being on the loop somewhere. But they decided prayerfully to stay.

Because we’re not using “most standards.” We are using the standards of the in-breaking kingdom of God. And by those standards, we’re in a wonderful place!

Think of our new brothers and sisters from the Colonial Apartments. A few years ago that was just a nasty drug nest. Now Highland rents two apartments–outposts of love and ministry. Think of all the Colonial kids who just performed the Christmas pageant at our building.

Think of all those university students who walk the neighborhoods around our building, just greeting, loving, and praying. There’s a kind of openness they might not find in my own neighborhood–wonderful as it is. (Did you read Larry James’s recent blog about how he lives in “Mayberry with an edge“?)

Think of our gym being full of children every afternoon for Boys and Girls Club or of all our neighbors who are joining us for Oasis meals.

Location, location, location. Thank God, we’ve got it.

How to Find a Church

Today is the first day of class for the Acts-Revelation class that Randy Harris and I co-teach. We have 76 freshmen Bible/ministry majors. Randy’s in Brazil today, so in his honor, I’m dressing in black. Not quite all black–Randy’s daily uniform–but close.

Thanks to Steve Puckett for pointing me to the witty writings of reallivepreacher.com.

How to find a church
by Gordon Atkinson
(see www.reallivepreacher.com)

I keep getting e-mails from people who say, “Your church sounds nice. I wish I could find one like that.”

Let me guess. You’re looking for a cool church, filled with authentic Christians who aren’t judgmental but also have convictions, and are hip and classic in just the right mixture. A church where people forgive each other, love children and worship in meaningful ways. A church with a swingin’ preacher who makes the Bible come alive, tells great stories, is a wonderful inspiration—and plays too. A church that isn’t liberal or conservative, but seems to transcend weak-ass categories like those. A church where the hunger for truth is honored, and people can disagree but still love each other and share a plate of tacos. A church where people are committed to “The Christ Life”—and it shows in the fabulous and creative ways they love the world.

That what you’re looking for?

I got ya. I understand.

Here are some tips to help you in your search:

• You won’t find that church.

• Open the yellow pages. Tear out the entire church section and burn it. Offer prayers for your journey while warming yourself at the fire. Dance if that’s your thing.

• Surely I don’t need to say anything about churches that have billboards and commercials featuring preachers with $200 haircuts.

• Dedicate yourself to this quest.

• Call denominational offices in your town and ask if they know of any spectacularly unsuccessful churches. Explain that you do not want a church that is huge and famous and full of all the right kind of people. Tell them you are looking for a ragged bunch of pilgrims who might be meeting in a laundromat or someplace like that.

• Try the Quakers. You’ll have a hell of a time finding them, but that’s the point.

• Find out if there are any “house churches” in your area. Not every house church is what you’re looking for, but your odds are better. These are Christians who have decided not to have buildings. They put a high premium on authenticity and relationships. Think guitars, Ritz crackers and singing Jesus songs with a baby in your lap.

• Let’s talk about my first tip again. As I said, you won’t find the church you’re looking for. Go ahead and grieve. You’ll have to make do with a silly bunch of dreamers and children, prone to mistakes, blunders and misjudgments.

• Find some people you can hang with—people you can trust. Be patient. You’ll change them and they’ll change you. You’ll meet somewhere in the middle.

• Relax. It’s all good. God might use this journey to teach you something. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, you might pick up some friends along the way and start your own church. All you need is coffee, a Bible and a couple of kindred spirits.

• Don’t skimp on the coffee. Get the good stuff.

THE Voice

Last night I got to hear Landon Saunders at the ACU faculty presession. His message was incredible. Many of us talked about it afterward and said things like “Wow, I was 20 years old again tonight” and “The first time I heard Landon I was . . . .”

Part of it is the voice, of course. THE VOICE. But much more is the keen sense that this man is pointing you to the way of Christ — the way of loving human beings — like no one you’ve ever heard before. (This fall I had a Landon in my freshman Bible class–one of 10 children in his family. He’s one of many “Landons” around the country named by parents after this man who had been so influential in their lives.)

We enjoyed having Landon over Saturday evening and then again last night after the presession ended. For a while the first evening, Landon and Chris were alone at the dining table while Diane and I got things in the kitchen. We just smiled as we listened to Landon ask him about his life and tell him stories–especially stories about all the turkeys, deer, bear, foxes, and llamas (yes, llamas) he’s seen on his land in Vermont. After he left that evening, Chris said, “That man sure tells good stories.” He has no idea!

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Friday night was a chance to catch up with my buddy Eddie Parish, who was here to teach a short course at ACU. He and Judy now run the Parish Hermitage, a retreat center just outside Baton Rouge. I’m excited that he’s going to be a speaker at the Renovare International Conference this year.

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Yesterday morning I interviewed Linda Egle, one of our members who started the Eternal Threads ministry to help young women in SE India get out of poverty–poverty that sends many of them into the sex trade industry. If you don’t know much about it, take the time to look through the website. Lots of women at Highland have one of the Sofi tote bags. And each time you purchase one, you know that you’re helping to support these young women.

The tsunami effected the villages where Linda works. So she and Randy Uthe, a pediatric R. N. and also a Highland member, are going over soon to take a relief package from Healing Hands. But as Linda said yesterday, her concern goes beyond that initial relief (as important as it is). She’s concerned that so many people in the villages lost their resources to earn a living. Small fishing boats and nets were washed away. So she’s hoping that lots of people will want to help replace those. Linda is trying to make sure that ministers and churches there are centrally involved in the assistance, because they are the ones who will remain behind and be able to enter the lives of the those who were devastated.

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Thanks for all the great comments to my last blog. If you haven’t read them (especially the 42nd comment by a 19-year-old male), be sure to. There is a wealth of parenting advice there!

Teen Breast Implants

“TEEN BREAST IMPLANTS.”

That’s the title of an article I read recently by a Knight Ridder reporter. I’d read a similar article a few months ago in the LA Times about junior high students in Southern California getting breast implants.

Before I blather on, let me say something to readers who have maybe already had surgery for breast augmentation. That’s not exactly what I’m writing about. When a man decides to get hair plugs or a woman gets breast implants– well, that’s a personal decision. I can imagine that for some people it helped deal with issues of low self-esteem. Some of them probably even knew that this wouldn’t fix the deeper problems, but it still seemed to help. So, please don’t read this column and feel a lot of guilt.

But what does it say about our society that so many teenager girls are feeling the need to get “boob jobs”? Everywhere they look they see “perfect” models: on The O.C., on magazine covers, on MTV videos. What they don’t see is the dysfunction that’s often behind those models (eating disorders leading the list).

The American Society of Plastic Surgeons reports that 32,000 women in America got breast implants in 1992. Last year the number was 247,000. But here is the really disturbing figure: there was a jump in the number of girls 18 and younger from 3872 in 2002 to 11,326 in 2003. The article I referred to above is about girls who are asking for bigger breasts as graduation presents.

(At this point I’m wondering: can a Church of Christ minister even write about this? But I press on . . . .)

We live in a culture that values the exterior. We obsess on accidents of birth.

What would a culture look like that values compassion, forgiveness, and unconditional love over curves, low body fat, and athletic prowess?

That’s where the church comes in! We are the ones who follow Jesus Christ, the teacher who keep focusing on the heart. He reflected the words of God: “The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”

There are readers of this blog who are parents, teachers, coaches, cheerleading sponsors, etc. What a great place for you to be! You have a chance to teach and model our belief that it is the character being formed within that really defines a person–not the shape of the body.

I still love the song Steven Curtis Chapman wrote for his daughter:

I can see the tears filling your eyes
And I know where they’re coming from
They’re coming from a heart that’s broken in two
By what you don’t see
The person in the mirror
Doesn’t look like the magazine
Oh but when I look at you it’s clear to me that

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know it’s true
You’re a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you’re covered with the fingerprints of God

Never has there been and never again
Will there be another you
Fashioned by God’s hand
And perfectly planned
To be just who you are
And what he’s been creating
Since the first beat of your heart
Is a living breathing priceless work of art and

Just look at you
You’re a wonder in the making
Oh and God’s not through no
In fact he’s just getting started . . . .

Today I’d like to ask for lots of comments. Let’s help one another. What suggestions do you have (from reading, observing, or–even better–from experience) for helping us raise our sons and daughters to buy into better values, to resist the Britneyization of our teen culture, and to feel comfortable in their skin?

Compassion: The Way of Christ

Let me post a little further about compassion.

This is an almost unprecedented time for Christ-followers. This is a chance for it to be known that we don’t live for one country, that we don’t hate Muslims, and that we aren’t defending the greed, consumerism, and moral debauchery of (much of) the West.

I’m so thankful for Christians who are in place in Thailand, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, India, and other countries impacted — as well as for Christian ministries (like Healing Hands — www. hhi-aid.org) and generous believers who are responding not so that people will see how giving we are but because it is the Way of Christ.

Being Generous — Not Just Looking Generous

Before this post, let me say: my central concern is not that America look generous but that the community of Christ-followers all over the world BE generous. (This reflects my deep conviction that I not first of all an American, but a member of the Jesus Community whose citizenship is in heaven.) This is a time of tragedy that calls for generosity, compassion, and thorough prayer.

Having said that, this is from my favorite columnist, Nicholas Kristof:

So is the U.S. “stingy” about helping poor countries?

That accusation by a U.N. official, in veiled form, provoked indignation here. After all, we’re the most generous people on earth … aren’t we?

No, alas, we’re not. And the tsunami illustrates the problem: When grieving victims intrude onto our TV screens, we dig into our pockets and provide the massive, heartwarming response that we’re now displaying in Asia; the rest of the time, we’re tightwads who turn away as people die in far greater numbers.

The 150,000 or so fatalities from the tsunami are well within the margin of error for estimates of the number of deaths every year from malaria. Probably two million people die annually of malaria, most of them children and most in Africa, or maybe it’s three million - we don’t even know.

But the bottom line is that this month and every month, more people will die of malaria (165,000 or more) and AIDS (240,000) than died in the tsunamis, and almost as many will die because of diarrhea ( 140,000).

And that’s where we’re stingy.

Americans give 15 cents per day per person in official development assistance to poor countries. The average American spends four times that on soft drinks daily.

In 2003, the latest year for which figures are available, we increased such assistance by one-fifth, for President Bush has actually been much better about helping poor countries than President Clinton was. But as a share of our economy, our contribution still left us ranked dead last among 22 top donor countries.

We gave 15 cents for every $100 of national income to poor countries. Denmark gave 84 cents, the Netherlands gave 80 cents, Belgium gave 60 cents, France gave 41 cents, and Greece gave 21 cents (that was the lowest share, beside our own).

It is sometimes said that Americans make up for low official aid with private charitable donations. Nope. By OECD calculations, private donations add 6 cents a day to the official U.S. figure - meaning that we still give only 21 cents a day per person.

One reason for American stinginess, I think, is a sense that foreign aid is money down a rathole. True, plenty has been wasted. But there’s also growing evidence of what works and is cost-effective - such as health programs and girls’ schooling.

One of the most unforgettable people I’ve met is Nhem Yen, a Cambodian grandmother whose daughter had just died of malaria, leaving two small children. So Nhem Yen was looking after her four children and two grandchildren, and she could afford only one mosquito net to protect them from malarial mosquitoes. Each night, she had to choose which of the six children would sleep under the net.

Do we really think that paying $5 for a mosquito net to keep Nhem Yen’s children alive would be money down a rathole?

When I contracted the most lethal form of malaria, in Congo, I was easily cured because I could afford the best medicines. But to save money, African children are given medicines that cost only 5 cents a dose but aren’t very effective; the medicine that would actually save their lives is unaffordable, at $1 a dose. Do we really think $1 a dose for medicine to save a child is money down a rathole?

Jeffrey Sachs, the Columbia University economist, estimates that spending $2 billion to $3 billion on malaria might save more than one million lives a year. “This is probably the best bargain on the planet,” he said.

The outpouring of U.S. aid, private and public, for tsunami victims is wonderful. But, frankly, the affected nations will get all the money they can absorb for the moment, and Thailand, Indonesia and Sri Lanka are far from the worst off in the world.

“The really big money can be better and more usefully absorbed by developing good health and education programs in the poorest countries,” noted Nancy Birdsall, president of the Center for Global Development. “But that’s not as visible or heroic.”

With America’s image tarnished around the world, one of the most effective steps Mr. Bush could take to revive it would be to lead a global effort to confront an ongoing challenge like malaria. That would also give Mr. Bush more credibility by suggesting that the “culture of life” he talks about embraces not just fetuses, but also African children crying from hunger.
The best response to accusations of stinginess is not to be defensive, but to be generous. And the measure of generosity is not what you offer when the spotlight is upon you, but what you do when the spotlight moves on.

You Are the Parent!

Are you one of those parents who would like to help your children exercise more and eat a more healthy diet, but you’re just too tired? Or maybe you’re susceptible to guilt when a child complains about having to eat vegies instead of chips (pointing out that none of her friends has to eat that way)? Or perhaps you tend to overcompensate through fast food rewards when you don’t have enough time with your kids? Or could it be that you’re just too pooped to do anything, so the television becomes a free babysitter?

I understand.

But YOU ARE THE PARENT! This is the year to change. Even if your children fight you over it. It’s always important to remember that you are the parent!

It’s going to be a tough battle. A Big Gulp and a bag of chips are cheap. A run through McDonald’s is easy, quick, and the kids love it. (So does Ronald McDonald, who owns a major chunk of stock in the company.)

This isn’t about cosmetics to me. We have to be careful about making people think their identity or worth comes from what the mirror or scales are telling them. “People look on the outside, but God looks on the heart,” Samuel learned. We come tall, short, wide, and thin. Our culture obsesses on the outside (I hope to write more on that in a day or two), but God looks at the heart.

But there is a major health crisis in our country. A recent essay by Elizabeth Weil points out that “the burden of childhood obesity is one created by adults and borne by children.” Kids who are overweight have a much greater risk of developing diabetes (type 2). And eventually they’ll be at greater risk of all kinds of nasty things (colon cancer, breast cancer, heart disease, etc.).

Need a bit of shock therapy? Check out “Super Size Me.” (See my brief comments on 12/19/04, and please note the parental warnings at screenit.com.)

Those who’ve read this blog for a long time know I’m not against desserts or an occasional trip through Wendy’s. It’s about moderation. A healthy lifestyle. (The low carb diet is currently crashing about as fast as the low fat diet did. A healthy lifestyle is about moderation. Burning as many calories as you take in. Not rocket science. Save money you were going to spend on that diet book and buy new walking shoes instead!)

We have to be parents, even when it isn’t fun.

There has to be a steady diet of fruits and vegies to go with the other food groups. There has to be a reasonable limit on tv. There has to be a time of exercise and play. Water needs to take the place of Big Gulps–yes, even if ALL THE OTHER KIDS AT SCHOOL get to have the Big Gulp.

We need to encourage by example as well as by words.

Parenting is hard when you’re tired, isn’t it? Enforcing bedtimes (not one of my strengths!), putting limits on television, encouraging healthy eating and exercising . . . well, sometimes it just isn’t fun.

But I think it’s worth it. (Have you seen Spanglish yet? It’ll make you appreciate every time you said “no” when doing so made you miserable being a parent.)

Not Yet

“Already but not yet.” That’s a striking way of describing the breaking in of the reign of God. It has already come–but not yet in its fullness. We await the consummation when Christ returns.

Probably most Christians find themselves leaning in one direction or the other. “Already Christians” are amazed at the power, signs, wonders, and answered prayers that are all around them.

I’m a “not yet Christian.” While I believe that the reign of God has broken in, I mostly see evidence of what remains to come. I can identify with the language of Paul that we (and all creation) long, groan, wait, and hope.

I deeply love “already Christians.” I need to be prodded by them. But I don’t share much of their outlook. And it seems at times like their hyper-confidence is damaging to struggling people.

When they talk about all the times God has spoken to them, I think of all the silences. When they speak of instantaneous healings, I remember all the people I’ve pleaded with God to heal but who died (including my daughter). When they talk about how God keeps pouring down his blessings (often meaning homes, cars, vacations, etc.), I think of all the people who become poorer as a result of their faith.

They speak of a way of blessing. The gospel speaks of a blessing that involves loss and persecution. They leapfrog to Easter Sunday; the gospel goes through Good Friday and Silent Saturday.

There are so many God-lovers who beg God to take away their depression, but it remains. There are many who ask him to remove their homosexual desires, but the temptations keep coming at them. (And for some of them it only makes it worse when they hear the testimonies of people who were instantaneously “cured” — as in, “Why does God care more about them than about me?”)

I love these words from Larry Crabb (another “not yet Christian,” I believe after reading so many of his excellent books):

Modern Christianity, in dramatic reversal of its biblical form, promises to relieve the pain of living in a fallen world. The message, whether it’s from fundamentalists requiring us to live by a favored set of rules or from charismatics urging a deeper surrender to the Spirit’s power, is too often the same: The promise of bliss is for now! Complete satisfaction can be ours this side of heaven.

Some speak of the joys of fellowship and obedience, others of a rich awareness of their value and worth. The language may be reassuringly biblical or it may reflect the influence of current psychological thought. Either way, the point of living the Christian life has shifted from knowing and serving Christ till He returns to soothing, or at least learning to ignore, the ache in our soul.

. . . Beneath the surface of everyone’s life, especially the more mature, is an ache that will not go away. It can be ignored, disguised, mislabeled, or submerged by a torrent of activity, but it will not disappear. And for good reason. We were designed to enjoy a better world than this.
And until that better world comes along, we will groan for what we do not have. An aching soul is evidence not of neurosis or spiritual immaturity, but of realism.

The experience of groaning, however, is precisely what modern Christianity so often tries to help us escape.