Archive for November, 2007

Huckabee . . . and the Two Doors

I’ve just been thinking how much I like Mike Huckabee. That doesn’t mean I’d vote for him, but I like the guy. I think he stands out in the Republican field of candidates.

Then I read this by Garrison Keillor today:

“The sudden rise of Mike Huckabee in the Republican jousts is a cool plot turn, one that makes you lean forward and turn up the sound. An amiable, well-spoken Southern conservative with a Gomer Pyle face challenging the teeth-baring Giuliani and the sleek Romney. You watch him field questions for a few minutes, and the man’s appeal is pretty clear. He comes off as a real person, not a caricature: He sounds like a guy talking to you, not a stiff with a set of applause lines.

“He’s a straight conservative but with exceptions — he’s in favor of health care for poor kids, he dares talk about the environment. And he’s a new contender, and that’s a big point in his favor. Romney is synthetic and Giuliani is toxic and people are ready for the next thing. The whole rationale of Giuliani is that we’re in terrible danger and need a mean SOB to run things, but we’ve never elected a president on those grounds. And now here is a smart conservative who doesn’t hate anybody.”

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There’s a perception by some people that our church has lost lots of people because we’re too “progressive” (maybe referring especially to a greater inclusion of women in assemblies). But that’s just not true. A few have left, but not many.

The door where we’ve lost (and I use this word hesitantly, because I have a much larger vision of the kingdom and don’t sense that people are “lost” — but rather that there is a kind of loss as when families are disrupted) many more people is the other one. We’ve had many more families leave through the years because they want a worship experience that is more charismatic/experiential or they want times of lengthy, instrumental praise. I’m not guessing on this. I’ve been told — by people who aren’t leaving upset and who love Highland.

In other words, the door leading on out the right is very small; the door leading out on the left is much larger. (I know “right” and “left” is confusing here — because truthfully most leaving out the “left” are going to more conservative churches, but churches with a charismatic/experiential focus.)

It’s not a cause for deep concern for me. We want to bless everyone who comes; and we want to bless everyone who leaves. The work of God is what’s crucial — and that happens in many different forms in many different denominations.

Pats . . . A Cappella . . . AHS . . . ACU

Big game tonight between the Cowboys and Packers, two 10-1 teams, who are wanting the inside track for the privilege of getting crushed by the Patriots in the Super Bowl.

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Probably several of you out there who participate in this blog have high school students who are interested in ACU. If you need someone to help find out more information about the school, I’d be glad to be the place where you begin. I at least know who to put you in touch with. If you would like any information about the school and would like to visit with me by email, please drop Gina a note (gina@highlandchurch.org) and she’ll get the info to me. I’ll be in touch with you!

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In addition to my class with Zoe at Pepperdine (Isn’t this about 10 years, Brandon?), I’ll be doing a class on a cappella music with Darryl Tippens. Who knew that I’d be the one speaking on behalf of a cappella music? I have a feeling several people didn’t get a vote on that one. We’re calling it “Singing in a New Key.” I’ll tell you more about what we’re going to say later. (After Darryl tells me!)

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Abilene High’s next playoff game is against Southlake Carroll, a team that is 90-2 since becoming a 5A school.

The paper today had some interesting comparisons between Abilene, a city deeply impacted by white flight, and Southlake. The average median household income in Abilene is $33,007, while in Southlake it is $131,549. The average median home value in Abilene is $61,100, while in Southlake it’s $418,967.

The last couple times, it hasn’t gone well when we hit Carroll in the playoffs. I think this year may be different.

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Highland’s 2007 Bible Times Marketplace.

Giving Up the Religion Beat

We desperately need to hear words like this.

Reminds me of Sheldon Vanauken’s insightful words: The best argument for Christianity is Christians: their joy, their certainty, their completeness. But the strongest argument against Christianity is also Christians — when they are somber and joyless, when they are self-righteous and smug in complacent consecration, when they are narrow and repressive, then Christianity dies a thousand deaths.

Gruene

We joined four other families for Thanksgiving break in Gruene, Texas — a tiny town whose motto is “gently resisting change since 1872.” Why do I feel so at home there?

If you ever get a chance to stay at the Gruene Mansion Inn, don’t miss it! Great view (perched above the Guadalupe River), great rooms, great owners (thanks, Cecil and Judy!), and great location. It’s right smack next to Gruene Hall, the oldest dance hall in Texas, and the Gristmill Restaurant.

Here are a couple pictures of the nineteen of us — first at the top of Enchanted Rock (near Fredericksburg) and then at the Gruene Mansion Inn.

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Remembering Meg

Is it really possible that I posted this FOUR YEARS AGO on this blog?

Megan Diane Cope died nine years ago today [now thirteen years]. Who — in our success-driven world — would want her genetic make-up? She was, after all, mentally retarded.

And yet . . . she changed our worlds. She was a quiet, loving witness to the gospel. She was an incarnation of God’s love. She received whatever gifts of service we offered to her without expecting more. She embodied the truth of 2 Corinthians 4:7: “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.”

Her ten years here were too short. So today, again, we grieve her absence, and we look forward to seeing her again to thank her for helping to set our worlds right.

Your Turn . . . Thanksgiving

I love the rumors started on this blog — such as the suggestion that now Walling is into dancing. I want to see that: Jeff Walling performing some liturgical dance. (See comment from yesterday’s “Wailing Into Dancing” post.) Also loved Zach’s comment yesterday that some people from our Freedom Fellowship ministry were wondering if their minister smokes pot.

Ok. It’s your turn.

This year, I’m thankful for . . . .

Wailing Into Dancing

An odd thing happened to me yesterday just as I got up to preach. I got so tickled I couldn’t speak. Could barely squeak out a few words.

Children of Highland have been telling the stories each week that I’m preaching on in this series called “Storybook Lives.” Some are brief; some verbose. Some serious; some more playful. All have been wonderful.

The six year old who told the story yesterday was energetic, creative, and breathless. And, without meaning to be, she was just really funny.

I’d watched the video a couple times, but for some reason it just sent me over the edge when I watched it in worship. And I couldn’t recover. I desperately looked for someone down front to come up and pray for me since I was afraid that if I prayed I’d be giggling and guffawing all the way through. It was hard to find someone capable of doing so. The laughter bug was infectuous. I glanced down at Bob A., one of my elders. No way. His shoulders were bouncing and tears were rolling down his face. I kept scanning and found Bob S., who came up shaking his head and said to me under his breath, “I’m not sure this is going to go any better.” But it did, as he asked God to pour through me the gift of preaching.

Someone told me this was the second time she’d see me incapable of even speaking. The first time was a few years ago when I took the jogging stroller that I’d pushed Megan in thousands of miles as an illustration. But the moment I touched it, I fell apart. It caught me by surprise. It was years after my daughter’s death and I had known what I was going to say. But when I touched the stroller in the context of worship, I had a meltdown.

There were tears again yesterday. But this time they were tears of laughter.

Ironically, our call to worship yesterday was Psalm 30: “Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. . . . You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.

At least for that one day, it was certainly true!

Can Christians Support (This) War?

I wish it were easier for churches to have a discussion about war. But it’s one of the most difficult issues to talk about.

For one thing, for many families this isn’t just a hypothetical discussion. They have sons and daughters who are in the military — some of whom are deployed overseas. And others are veterans who are proud of their military service.

There are two historic positions that are represented in almost all our churches.

A third “position” I won’t consider. It’s the one that seems dominant in places — the “I’m-proud-to-be-an-American-and-let’s-kick-some-Islamic-butt” position. It isn’t Christian, so I won’t discuss it.

One view is that Christians must never participate in or support war. This position has, among other arguments, these convictions:

(1) The teaching of Jesus encourages us, in light of the inbreaking shalom of God, to refrain from anything except love for our enemies. He insists that we not pay back “eye for eye and tooth for tooth” — the law of retaliation (Matthew 5:38-42). And he says: “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven” (Matthew 5:43-48).

(2) The death of Jesus points us to a way of nonviolence. He broke the cycle of violence through life-giving sacrifice.

(3) The Old Testament points to a time when swords will be beaten into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks (e.g., Isaiah 2:4). I remember when Hugo McCord came to our church in Missouri for a gospel meeting and taught the pacifist position. This was his text.

Pacifism has historically been an emphasis in leaders of the Restoration Movement — leaders who were convinced that others trust in horses and chariots but we trust in the name of the Lord our God. You’d perhaps be surprised to know that many of the influential Christian leaders whose books you read or sermons you’ve listened to are pacifists.

The other position is the just war position. This conviction is that in this fallen world, evil must be contained. With reluctance and with tears, we must hold back those who seek to oppress, even if force is involved — all the while longing for the peace-filled kingdom to come in its fullness.

What’s my position? That’s not significant here. (Perhaps I’ll drop a note if a discussion develops. You might be surprised.) What IS significant is that churches are going to have to have this discussion. We’re going to need to listen to each other without condemning. We’re going to have to study afresh and agree to disagree, since study alone (contrary to what I thought growing up) won’t solve this!

Well, I’ve Never Been to . . . Ephesus

Places I’ve never been that I’d love to visit: Corinth, Athens, Rome, Ephesus, Patmos, Jerusalem, the Sea of Galilee, Petra, and Masada. Maybe someday . . . . (What places would you like to visit someday?)

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It’s a tough time to be a missionary whose support is based on American dollars. As you may know, U.S. money isn’t exactly the currency of choice right now. Apparently other countries aren’t impressed with our $9.1 trillion debt. Sort of makes you miss the late 90’s when we kept hearing how much we were paying down the national debt. Anyway, I hope congregations are making sure that missionaries are compensated to help offset the declining value of the dollar.

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I went back and reread a section of Thomas Cahill’s The Gift of the Jews that included these words about Abraham’s willingness to answer God’s call:

So, “wayyelekh Avram” (”Avram went”) — two of the boldest words in all literature. They signal a complete departure from everything that has gone before in the long evolution of culture and sensibility. Out of Sumer, civilized repository of the predictable, comes a man who does not know where he is going but goes forth into the unknown wilderness under the prompting of his god. Out of Mesopotamia, home of canny, self-serving merchants who use their gods to ensure prosperity and favor, comes a wealthy caravan with no material goal. Out of ancient humanity, which from the dim beginnings of its consciousness has read its eternal verities in the stars, comes a party traveling by no known compass. Out of the human race, which knows in its bones that all its striving must end in death, comes a leader who says he has been given an impossible promise. Out of mortal imagination comes a dream of something new, something better, something yet to happen, something — in the future.

Obadiah

The story of Obadiah begins in Genesis 25 with the birth of the twins: hairy (Esau) and heel-grabber (Jacob). Rebekah was told that two nations were in her womb — more, I think, than most women are wanting to hear. The older would serve the younger.

Fast forward to Deuteronomy (2:1-8; 23:7) and you learn that this relationship still mattered centuries later when the Israelites were about to enter the Promised Land after the exodus. The Edomites (descendents of Esau) were to be treated respectfully, because they were relatives.

This area of Edom was just south of the Dead Sea — about 70 miles north-to-south and just 15 or 20 miles east-to-west. It’s a hilly area that felt to the residents like secure protection.

One famous Edomite in the New Testament was (apparently) Herod the Great. His father, Antipater, was an Idumean, or an Edomite. Herod married into the Jewish royal family and kept the Jewish law. Ok, some of the Jewish law. He had minor lapses like the propensity for killing off family members.

Despite the warnings to treat the kinsmen Edomites well, when you move ahead many centuries later, the Edomites are roundly condemned. Check out Psalm 137, Lamentations 4, Ezekiel 25 and 35, and Jeremiah 49.

There’s something vile the Edomites did when Neduchadnezzar and the Babylonians destroyed Jerusalem. But what was that?

It’s in Obadiah that we find out.

For the most part, their sins were not sins of commission but of omission. While Jerusalem was attacked, they kept their distance from the south, up in their mountainous crags, and cheered on the defeat of Judah. They are the nanner-nanner-nanner people of the Bible.

Their central offense appears to be that they stood by when they should have stood with their relatives being attacked.

If that’s true, then could this, the shortest book in the Old Testament, be a piece of prophetic literature that has a fresh word for the church today?

It invites us to ask how we are standing by rather than standing with. Wasn’t that what offended so many religious types about Jesus? He kept stepping into the messes of the world. He refused to stand at a distance condemning.

The conflict at his home town synagogue (Luke 4:16ff) was over his examples of how God wants his people to move beyond their own safe, gated communities. His story of the Rich Man and Lazarus (Luke 16) highlights the evil of standing by while another is in need. (Note that there’s no evidence the rich man was actively doing harm. He just stood by.) When he talked of judgment (Matthew 25), the key questions weren’t about obtuse questions of doctrine but about standing by or standing with. When you see him naked, thirsty, hungry, and in prison, what is your response?

Obadiah says that the moutains of Seir would not protect the Edomites: “‘Though you soar like the eagle and make your nest among the stars, from there I will bring you down,’ declares the Lord.”

Apparently God takes this seriously. His final evaluation isn’t based on the edict: “Do no harm.” It goes beyond that: when we see Lazarus . . . when we see the person beaten along the road to Jericho . . . when we see someone hungry, hurting, or lost — what is our response?

Do we stand by? or stand with?