Archive for October, 2005

Monday, October 17

Great performance of “Seussical” yesterday. In 2003, I started having all the theater majors in my freshman Bible class, so by now I’ve had all the freshmen, sophomores, and juniors, and it’s a blast watching them up on stage. Some amazing voices!

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Well, the championship series aren’t going quite as I had hoped. But at this point it’s clear: I’ll be rooting for the National League in the Series.

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Did you see the story in the news about the principal of Kellenberg Memorial High School in Long Island who canceled prom?

The excesses had grown year after year so that students were putting up $10K to rent party houses. Parents were chartering a boat for a late-night “booze cruise.”

Kenneth Hoagland wrote a 2000-word letter to parents saying: “It is not primarily the sex/booze/drugs that surround this event, as problematic as they might be; it is rather the flaunting of affluence, assuming exaggerated expenses, a pursuit of vanity for vanity’s sake–in a word, fnancial decadence.”

Who Would Hide Me?

Here’s a fourth piece I’ve written for the Christian Standard this year–this one on the importance of friendship. (Actually they let me adapt a piece I’d written not long ago as an editorial in Wineskins.)

I’ve been trying to practice what I preach the past couple days. I’ve been with three buddies up in Vermont hanging out. It’s a trip I’ve made every year for a long time to be with these guys. One’s from Arkansas, one’s from Vermont, and one divides his time between Vermont and Boston (where he is a prof).

This year there wasn’t much hiking because it’s been raining in the NE for 40 days and 40 nights, or something like that. But with the Angels and the Cardinals in the playoffs and with plenty of good food, we did just fine.

Pakistan

It’s so hard to watch the images coming back from Pakistan. Well over 23,000 now confirmed as dead — many of them schoolchildren who just fell into the earth. The tsunami . . . the hurricanes . . . the earthquake . . . prayers for those who have suffered.

A Bit of Anti-Yankee Zeal

No smack by Joe Hays on my blog this morning. Oh, no. The Angels won, 5-3. And the boys from the Bronx are going home. So I had my chance to trashtalk over on Joe’s blog. You can go here for the full piece. Here’s just a bit. (As someone said in his comments, I MOSTLY took the high road.)

Besides, my anti-Yankees zeal is probably heightened by a since of self-flagellation. (It comes with my religious heritage.) In 1964, at the age of eight, I went with my dad to St. Louis to watch the Cardinals and the Yankees in the World Series. These are MY Cardinals: the team of Musial, of Gibson, of Brock, of Ozzie, and of the mighty Pujols. I’ve been a faithful follower . . . since the age of nine.

But at age eight, there was one player that loomed above all others for me: the Mick. So in this stadium filled with Cardinal red (the old Sportsmans’ Park, not Busch Stadium) I was cheering on Mickey Mantle. I remember the plane flying overhead pulling a banner that read: “Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris too; we’ve come to put a hex on you.” I can’t remember what I preached on last week, but I remember that sign clearly from 41 years ago. And that’s the power of baseball.

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I’ve gone back into this morning’s post to ask you to please read the fourth comment from Mark and Laura about their son, Tyler. Please know, Mark and Laura, that many, many people will be praying for Tyler (and your whole family). Please keep us posted. Diane and I have never been right where you are, but our stories do overlap a little bit. And we know how frightening it is to wait–to hope and fear at the same time.

Playoffs

Thanks to a grand slam in the 8th, a home run with two outs in the ninth, and another in the 18th inning, my three teams are still in. At one point last night, I watched a 43 year old pitch to a 47 year old. That’s a total of 90 years. For a brief moment, I didn’t feel quite so old. Thanks, Rocket and Julio.

Now, about the Angels. John Lackey once again was amazing, but they couldn’t get it done. Just as well. Finish the celebration in Anaheim tonight.

A Zoe Memory

The ninth Zoe Conference is now history. And here’s my favorite moment.

Last night as we closed, Larry Bridgesmith offered a blessing to everyone. He invited us to raise our hands as a sign of receiving God’s blessing. On the very front row were four little girls who raised their hands and listened carefully. One of them, the smallest one — maybe four years old — was using one hand to drink from her sippy cup and the other hand to soak up the blessing.

Now, again, out into the world God loves so much . . . .

We did a few things differently this year. We’ll of course listen carefully to the feedback and make adjustments appropriately. But we don’t want to be another group that came up with a winning formula and then stayed with it forever — even while needs and opportunities changed. One thing I heard about the leadership conference is that people would have liked to have heard more from some of the speakers. So . . . maybe the sessions could have been the same — fostering interactive learning — but perhaps we could have had one less worship session and one less affinity community session to allow someone like Leonard Sweet a couple chances to challenge us in plenary sessions.

In January, we’ll hold the same conference (”In Christ Alone”) in Fresno. Lee, get the avocados ready, brother!

Saturday, October 8

Last day of the Zoe Conference. I’m worn out, but it’s going to be a great day. Big gatherings this morning and this evening, amazing classes throughout the day, and a Michael Card concert at 1:00.

I enjoyed putting faces to names of lots of members of this blog community the past couple days. We’ve had funny stories about the “Amy Grant” who posts here — who is neither the person married to Vince Gill nor my friend from Highland (Amy) who is married to Grant. I was glad to meet THE REAL Amy Grant yesterday (the one who leaves wonderful notes here occasionally).

Donna Hester’s piece about Eve, Tamar, Rahab, Ruth, Bathsheba, and Mary was incredible. I just wish the video camera had been a bit closer so people back in the corners (1200 in that building is FULL) could see a bit better. But they saw well enough to be stirred by the story of God’s persistent love through the centuries, as told through the stories of these women.

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The cool front hit Nashville yesterday, and I’m in heaven. The hills of Tennessee and cool weather.

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Randy Johnson is loved in New York — as long as he does well. . . which he didn’t yesterday, so he was booed. The $203-million-dollar boys are one game from elimination. Come on, Angels! (Note: you may remember the bet I have with Joe Hays. So Joe, please get space ready on your blog for my trash-talking.) The Padres should bow out today, which would make them, I think, a game under .500 for the year. But much thanks for keeping my Cards tuned up.

Living Like Jesus IS Our Salvation

The word “salvation” has, unfortunately, been reduced to PERSONAL salvation — meaning a moment in time when one is “born again.” And certainly, that is part of it.

But the word in scripture is much larger, much more dynamic. It refers to the deliverance God offers, and it comes in past, present, and future tenses. Biblically speaking, better than saying “I got saved” would be to say “I am being saved/delivered.”

Weigh these words from Unveiling Glory: “Living like Jesus is not something we do to get salvation–it is our salvation.”

Thursday, October 6

See many of you in Nashville. The Zoe Leadership Conference begins today, and the Worship Conference begins tomorrow night as we focus on the incarnation. I’m looking forward to coteaching at the leadership conf with my buddy Randy Harris. And I can’t wait for many of you to experience Friday evening the art work of Jill Maxwell and the drama gifts of Donna Hester, two Highland pals who will be part of the opening assembly.

I’m trying to think why I didn’t include a “blogging track” for the conference class times.

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I like these words of Mark Driscoll: “I want to prepare like an evangelical; preach like a Pentecostal; pray like a mystic; do the spiritual disciplines like a Desert Father; art like a Catholic; and social justice like a liberal.”

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Come on, Angels! Joe Hays and I have a bet going: If the Yankees win, he gets to write a praise of the Yankees on this blog; if they lose, I get to give them what true Evil deserves on his blog.

Preparing for the Later Years

To balance yesterday’s blog about joy in the journey, I’m thinking today about what lies ahead for most of us. It’s easiest just to not think about end-of-life issues, but the reality is hard to duck.

As columnist David Brooks pointed out recently, 20% of us are going to get cancer or another debilitating disease and will die within a year. Another 20% will have some cardiac or resperatory failure. And 40% will suffer some form of dementia — either Alzheimer’s or a disabling stroke.

Aren’t you glad you came here today?

I don’t want to be someone who obsesses on aging and death. But I also don’t know how to ignore the reality of what lies ahead unless I die suddenly.

Here’s what I imagine may help:

1. Foster the spirit of joy along the way. If we spend a lifetime doing what I wrote about yesterday (finding joy on the journey–even in the midst of pain), then it holds open the possibility of finding joy even with bodies that don’t fully cooperate.

2. Nurture lives of spiritual discipline. If we really believe that spiritual formation is related to the practice of spiritual disciplines, then we can anticipate a time in life when we’ll be forced to slow down (what most of us only dream about when we’re younger!) enough to pray and meditate on the word of God.

3. Stay connected to brothers and sisters in Christ who are aging the way we’d like to. Diane’s way of putting it is that she wants to grow up to be Kathryn Witherspoon. (Highland folks will know exactly what she’s talking about.) The community of faith offers us opportunities to learn from those who are further down the road. We come to depend on their wisdom, realizing that so much of life isn’t just a matter of black and white but a matter of wisdom.

4. Realize that we are, in families and especially in the Family of Christ, fully dependent on one another. We are called into one another’s lives to love, serve, admonish, and encourage. I like these words from Brooks’ column: “A generation ago, all the emphasis was on rebelling against conformity, on liberating the individual. Now the emphasis is on nurturing bonds so sacred they are beyond the realm of choice. Now the individual is less likely to be regarded as the fundamental unity of society. Instead, it’s the family.”

A question for today: Are there models in your life–maybe especially in your congregation–of how you would like to be in your later years?