Archive for February, 2007

Worth Remembering . . .

Worth remembering:

1. The people working at the airport didn’t make the flights late. They didn’t create the bad weather or the mechanical problems.

2. The umpires and refs aren’t wanting the other team to win. They sometimes make bad calls, but it isn’t because they don’t like your team.

3. The person needing to merge isn’t testing your manhood (or womanhood). It’s all right to let them in.

4. Your child isn’t completely objective about his/her coaches and teachers.

5. People who disagree with you politically are probably still pretty good people, all things considered.

6. The person serving you at the restaurant is probably overworked and underpaid. What a great place to be extravagant with your expression of thanks.

7. Brothers and sisters at church who disagree with you have stories behind their feelings — some of which are hidden so deep they don’t even know them (just as you have such stories).

The Chronicle and Wineskins

The Christian Chronicle has been on a journey. Long gone are the days of mean-spirited editorials, like the one from 15-20 years ago that asked rebellious young ministers (translation: those who don’t walk in lock step) to leave the movement. Long past is the editorial warning that churches who involve women in more public ways are guilty of bringing cleavage into the assembly.

You think I’m kidding. I’m not. I’ve still got a copy. You can’t make stuff up that funny.

The Chronicle has become such a blessing. The coverage of missions is superb. The way the lead articles on potentially explosive issues are nuanced and balanced — always hinting at the possibility of unity even in the midst of disagreements — is wonderful.

If you don’t get a hard copy, be sure to check out their website.

And by the way, Greg Taylor (and others!) continues to improve our online presence for Wineskins. It was a blessing to Rubel and me to edit the magazine all those years; but now I’m so grateful for this online source of good writing. Check it out if you haven’t been there for a while.

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You’ve seen that there is a special coming out claiming that the tomb of Jesus has been found — with the remains of his body inside.

And to think that unbelievers can poke ridicule at Christians for walking by faith without evidence! There is no way anyone can prove this is the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth.

Pardon my doubt, but I think I’ll go ahead and celebrate Easter.

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One of the many things I loved about the North Atlanta Church was the huge number of people who have come out of serious addictions to faith. What a testimony!

North Atlanta

I’ve been with 170 men from the North Atlanta Church this weekend. I came to do the speaking, but I wound up being the one inspired! Just to see this group of guys “wrapped in different shades of skin” (as Don M. would put it) — guys on fire for their faith — was powerful. Along the way, I got to hear several guys tells me amazing stories of transformation.

I’ll preach there this morning and then head back home. Have a wonderful Sunday.

One More Season

One more season to coach. That’s all. And it’s about to get started.

All those basketball games; all those innings in the dugout; even one year (in Searcy) as a soccer coach.

And it comes down to one final junior league season. Then my youngest will be turned over to real coaches in high school, even as he’s already been handed over to real basketball coaches in middle school.

It’s been a good run. Nothing quite like teaching a kid to dribble, to shoot, to pass, to hit, to field a grounder, and to be a good sport.

One more season. Don’t try to reach me until about July! I’ll be at the ballpark.

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I can’t get enough of “Jacob’s Dream,” Jack Maxwell’s brilliant sculpture (and so much more) at ACU. What is it about great art that draws you to deeper places of beauty and faith? What’s the one piece of art that grabbed your soul and wouldn’t let you go?

Amazing Grace

Here is a note that my friend Darryl Tippens sent out:

I am enthusiastic about a new movie that will open on Friday. “Amazing Grace” is the story of William Wilberforce, the British Member of Parliament who succeeded in leading England to abolish slavery in the British Empire, long before the American Civil War. Wilberforce was a man of deep faith, a wonderful example of how the Gospel changes lives and improves society. In a time when we promote diversity, it’s important to remember it was Christian abolitionists like Wilberforce who brought slavery to an end. A particularly interesting detail of the film concerns the link between the familiar: a hymn “Amazing Grace,” written by John Newton, and the life and work of Wilberforce.

I hope you will share the news of this film with your friends, family, and students, and I hope you will see the film yourself. Incidentally, the producer of the film is Ken Wales, a good friend to many of us at Pepperdine. If you believe in positive, uplifting movies, this is one you will want to support.

At the following web address you can watch a trailer for the film, find theatre locations, and even download study materials appropriate for classes.

http://www.amazinggracemovie.com/

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Here again is the address for Pepperdine’s “Ascending Voice” conference in June. Darryl has made it clear that this is not an attack on the part of the Christian tradition that uses instrumental music; rather, it is a celebration of the a cappella heritage in many, many churches. (They’re discovering more all the time!)

I’ll be there if it doesn’t conflict with coaching baseball. First things first.

Beauty in a Wicked World

Don’t you love these lyrics from Amos Lee: “Nothing is more powerful than beauty in a wicked world.”

So here’s the question: Where do you find beauty in a world filled with turmoil and wickedness? (I’ll give my answer later.)

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Today is Ash Wednesday. For many years I’ve gone with some buddies to a noon service at Heavenly Rest. A friend of mine is the minister there, and I find great significance in having him look me eye-to-eye and remind me that I’m going to die someday. (”From the dust you came, and to the dust you will return.”) I know the Ash Wednesday, lenten season, Easter movement doesn’t work for everyone. But it does for me, calling me to inner renewal and to celebration of the Risen One.

The Future of Churches of Christ

I’ve been thinking about writing a series called “The Future of Churches of Christ.” Whether I’ll get around to that or not — who knows? Maybe I can get Doug Foster to let me do a blog interview. His guess is probably much better than mine.

I remember two articles we had in Wineskins in the ’90s. One was by Joe Beam — one of the most requested articles we ever had. Joe talked about the growing, yet-unnamed divide in the denomination (he may not have used that language) between the “progressives” and the “conservatives.” Let’s pause here to all say we hate labels. Of course we do. But you still need some way to describe what you’re talking about. But, he said, there is also a declining middle group that doesn’t yet know which way it is leaning.

Another article — actually a series, as I recall — was by Randy Harris. He was asking if the future for Churches of Christ is hopeful. His answers, in true Randy style, were “no,” “yes,” and “maybe.”

Today the picture is fuzzier. There is still an uneasiness between many churches over issues like, “Are we the only ones faithful to God?” For some, the answer is “yes.” Others of us can’t even fathom asking the question.

But there are other ways in which diversity is manifesting itself, too. Such as these:

Are the leaders reading scripture as fundamentalists or not? (I personally think this will, fifty years from now, wind up having been the most significant question.)

How does the church understand the kingdom of God?

What does it see as its purpose?

How important are the traditions of the church in a rapidly changing world? (Do traditions hold back or do they anchor?)

We’ll look quite different in twenty years. I’m pretty sure of that. Already — and this is such a small example — people who print the official C of C directory are having to figure out how they indicate that a church considers itself a part of Churches of Christ but uses instrumental music (Richland Hills, Farmer’s Branch, . . . ).

And I purposefully didn’t include style of music as one of the central defining questions!

Should be interesting times ahead.

Blessing Night

Last night was blessing night for our “Faith Decisions” group (eighth graders and their parents). Eyes got more moist as the evening wore on.

It’s such a powerful thing to hear mothers and fathers speak words of blessing to their kids.

In Diane’s blessing to Chris, she said something I’d forgotten. We were a little worried about how Megan (our mentally handicapped daughter) would be around a baby. So her teachers at school prepared her by teaching her to pat a kitten. She was very gentle with her little brother when he was born. He received some wonderful patting!

I feel like I learned so much about these families last night. I heard words of profound love and deep faith.

Sunday After Sunday

I got a note from a friend of mine on the West Coast who’s been asked to preach next weekend. He — a guy who regularly does stuff that would make me shudder! — said it’s one of the most difficult things he’s ever asked to do. He asked how I’ve done it week after week, year after year, decade after decade.

The question made me tired. That IS a lot of sermons.

I started fulltime in 1982 with a wonderful church in Wilmington, NC, that gave me the freedom to grow into the job. And since then, it’s been Sunday after Sunday (with plenty of breaks), year after year, decade after decade.

Sometimes I think I’m about out of gas. Are there older preachers out there? Have you had the same feeling? Sometimes I think I’ve given what I have to give.

Don’t feel sorry for me. It’s a privilege. I get to lead the church in the Lord’s Prayer. I get to lay my hands on babies to represent the church, saying, “May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be on you forever.” I get to see the faces of people as the word of God is spoken in their midst. I see the tears of hope-within-grief; I see the yawns from exhaustion. I get to sit on row one, right in front of Bob and Roye Sue. I’m permitted to listen to people remember at times of death. I’m still in the sanctuary as the last words are spoken over coffins by children and spouses.

I can’t ever imagine regretting all these Sundays. And years. And decades.

Anna Nicole

It’s about all that’s been on the news for the past few days: the sudden, mysterious death of Anna Nicole Smith. How many times do we have to hear all the details of this woman whom Leonard Pitts described as “blindingly voluptuous”?

Her sudden rise to fame from early jobs with her eighth-grade education (Jim’s Krispy Fried Chicken, Wal-Mart, Red Lobster, Houston stripper), her popularity with Playboy, her gold-digging marriage with an octogenarian (she married twice: once to a 16-year-old and once to an 89-year-old), her lawsuit to keep his money after he died, her show making fun of her weight and drinking — all is by now well known.

Why does this story play so well? Are we really drawn to human trainwrecks? In what ways did our values push her toward more and more tragic decisions?

And is it still possible to see the humanity of the woman? Is it possible to see the person whom God pursued relentlessly?

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Just two years ago, it was the Beach Boys that got the car pool guys to open their eyes a bit. But that was sixth grade. They were just boys. Now they’re iPod carrying eighth graders. It’s Jack Johnson. Great music. (A friend just told me about “My Own Two Hands” from the Curious George soundtrack. Very nice duet with Ben Harper.)

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Sunday evening we had our annual lament service — a time to grieve and to remember those we’ve lost. While it was not a big crowd, it was a powerful experience. After hearing scripture and praying, we listened to an ACU freshman play the dulcimer. As he moved into “When Peace Like a River,” you could hear people weeping. Then as we went forward to light candles to remember those we love, a time of prayer and ministry — unplanned! — broke out. I was in the role of minister. But later . . . when everyone had left . . . I had my own few moments in front of the candles with the music playing and the images still rolling to remember.