Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Getting Back in the Saddle...



Let me explain what's been going on since we returned from Kenya.  No, there is too much. Let me sum up. (Yes!  A quote from one of my favorite and most quotable movies: "The Princess Bride"!!)

We made it back from Kenya, and had a marvelous time.  If I can figure out how to link you to my photo album, I'll post the link here.  Until then, you'll have to imagine it!

But, Dawn and I have spoken about it at church, and here is the recorded sermon.  It's well worth listening to, especially for Dawn's part.  She knocked it out of the park! http://www.holycrosspodcasts.org/C1-media;show,124

I also was asked to make a short video about the trip for SOMA USA, who was the International Missions Organization we went with.  You can see the video here: http://somausa.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=137918

As I have been asked to keep my blog updated, expect more activity on here.  I'm sure it will be good for me! :)

Shalom.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Making Space

A friend of ours is trying to sell a car, but doesn't have room to keep it at her house, so we have been keeping it at ours as a neighborly thing to do. (It's a 2003 Taurus, gold, good condition, 117,000 miles, $3800 - in case you are interested.)

Anyway, it has been at our house for quite a while, in my prime parking spot next to the house, and I wanted my spot back. Yesterday, I took action...

I grabbed my trusty Stihl trimmer with the Hack-through-dense-brush-and-small-trees attachment, and went to work clearing a spot in the young pine forest that's growing in the side yard. For the trees too big for even the Stihl, I wrapped a tow chain around them and pulled them out - roots and all - with my 4-wheel drive. Heh heh heh. My neck gets redder and my man-card gets punched just thinking about it.

Rather quickly, I carved out a space big enough to comfortably park the Taurus. 
And even better, I can again park my truck in the driveway right up next to the house. It's nice, too, that my yard doesn't look like a parking lot.  You can't even see the Taurus from the road...  :)

Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Past Few Days

So, my sabbatical started on Friday, and to celebrate I spent about 4 hours training my friend, Steve, for his bus driving test. He's doing great, but everyone pray for him on Tuesday morning when he's going to do his testing at the DMV!

On Saturday, I worked for a while on a web site that will give more detail and links for our Kenya trip, but couldn't focus very well. I was feeling so tired and brain-dead... +Foley said he hadn't realized how worn out he was when he started his sabbatical, and that he couldn't get going for a few days; maybe I'm experiencing that. A nap helped, but it didn't keep me from getting a full night's sleep!

Today (Sunday) was a little strange. The girls (all 4 of them) got up and went to church, and I stayed home. I think it's the first Sunday service I've missed in maybe years that I wasn't just too plain sick to go. Instead, I worshipped with my guitar and some mid-90s Vineyard music (like "Light the Fire Again" - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8smgWBDfjTQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player)
Even though I worshipped on my own, I miss my friends and flock at Holy Cross!

I have nearly come to tears several times today: listening to a description of the circumstances of the writing of our national anthem (Story of the Star Spangled Banner: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFXjoa6-p-4&feature=youtube_gdata_player), praying for our daughters, whom we left at Dawn's parents' in Macon for a few days... It shows me my heart is soft, and that my perceived and dreaded "hardness of heart" probably isn't that at all, but is likely a defense of my mind to protect me from feeling overwhelmed. Ministry is rewarding, yes, and I believe it is my calling. And it also takes a toll, and is a lot to carry that I can rarely set aside as I could with a "secular" job. I'm on call all the time, as are all clergy. And I think about and pray for our church all the time. Likely, I still will during this time away, though I hope I will be able to press close into the Lord and receive rest for my soul and get vision and guidance for the next season of life and ministry.

Lord, you have promised that we will seek you and find you when we seek you with our whole heart. May my heart fully turn towards you over this time, and may your whispers ring loudly in my ears. Amen.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Sabbatical Begins - Kenya, Here We Come!!

This afternoon I walked out of my office at church with a box of goodies I wanted to take home, and stepped into a 3-month sabbatical.  Yes, after 12 years of pastoral ministry, and 7 years at Holy Cross, I get 3 months to step away from the normal daily duties for a season of making-up-for-lost-time with my family, refreshment, re-creation, study, and seeking God like I haven't been able to in SO long!

My general plans are to spend time with my wife and daughters, to go on a missions trip to Kenya with Dawn in August, and to study.  More on those later.  For now, I'm so grateful for this gift.  Ministry is draining, and most pastors burn out and don't finish well (if at all - a surprising percentage of pastors either quit the ministry or disqualify themselves because they don't get refreshed and lose their way from Jesus).  I want to be able to take some time now so that I can come back strong this Fall.

Lord, you rested on the 7th day.  You have commanded us to remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.  You even directed your people to refrain from planting the land in the 7th year.  Rest is supposed to be part of our rhythm.  Help me rest, Lord.  Not by abstaining from being productive, or by becoming lazy, but by again drawing near to You, the Author of Life.  May this be a time of laying aside the busy-ness of Martha to sit at your feet like Mary - which you called the better of the two.  Thank you, Lord, for this opportunity.  Praise be yours. Amen.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Can you follow Jesus without becoming a Christian?

Recently I had the opportunity to attend a seminar geared toward helping Muslims become Christ-followers. One of the interesting points of conversation revolved around the perception of many Muslims that "Christianity" is typified by all sorts of ungodliness seen everyday in America. After all, America is a "Christian" nation, and when you consider all the greed, perversion, and even basic intolerance of others we exhibit, it's no real surprise that many Muslims worldwide would not want to become that sort of "Christian."

The speakers went on to contend that the importance of evangelism is to lead people to Jesus, without necessarily forcing them to accept our culture in order to follow Him.  Muslims need not be confused, they said, by us telling them we want them to be "Christians," because they don't want to become ungodly, greedy, perverse, etc.  Of course they wouldn't.  So if that is the image that comes up in their minds at the mention of "Christian," we were told, then avoid that term for the sake of the Gospel. Teach them, help them to be come followers of Jesus, the Messiah - and don't worry about the label.  I hope this line of thinking makes sense, because it got me thinking.  What about here in America?  Do WE have to be "Christian" to follow Jesus?

In college, I was the guy in the dorm that hosted Bible-studies, didn't party with the wild crowd, but was friends with most of the folks on my hall.  Still, I was challenged somewhat regularly by others who "didn't believe in God."  I learned early on to say, "Tell me what kind of god you don't believe in, because I probably don't believe in that god, either."  Much of the time, some conversation would follow, and it turns out that the "god" these students were rejecting wasn't the God of the Bible.  They had been given caricatures of God that weren't accurate.  They didn't believe in a god that hated them for not being perfect.  They didn't believe in a god that lets child-abusers get away with it, or a god that was as real and important as the Easter Bunny.  They didn't believe in a god that didn't care about them.  And you know what?  Neither do I.  These students knew intuitively that the god they had been told about wasn't real.  That He, if He exists, must be grander, more real, more just, more loving, more powerful than anything so far presented to them.  C.S. Lewis reminds us over and over that Aslan "is not a tame lion."  But some versions of "Christianity" would have us believe just that.  Beloved, it's not true.

I know young adults today that have been in and around church for years, but they seem to have no interest in becoming Christians.  I'm beginning to wonder if that's NOT because their "heart is hard," or "they aren't interested in spiritual things," or "they like their sin too much," but because we, as good-intentioned Christ-followers, have mixed some cultural dross into the pure, simple Gospel.  Perhaps we have communicated, without meaning to, that to follow Jesus somehow means you have to talk like us, dress like us, and perhaps take on a few other habits that may not truly have anything to do with Biblical Christianity.  We don't mean to.  We want to be unencumbered by impurities mixed in to our faith.  But are we?

Without meaning to, have we somehow communicated to these young adults that to follow Jesus means to also be made in OUR image?  And if we have, can we admit that's not the Gospel, and accept Christ-followers that don't necessarily look like us as our true brothers and sisters in the faith?  Because, I can tell you, I don't want to conform to the "Christianity" implied by the character of this "Christian" nation.  Because it really isn't.