Friday, September 11, 2009

sermon on the mount

Mars Hill Michigan is starting a 6 month series on the Sermon on the Mount this Sunday. This is one of my favorite (challenging and encouraging and hopeful) passages in the Bible, so I'm pretty excited to join with them over the next half year. As they like to do on these big series, they'll be publishing a page containing verses, thoughts, practices, and prayers at the beginning of the week so you can be meditating on and wrestling with it before the Sunday teaching. There are always some insightful and beautiful ideas so you should get started.

Here's one section that really stood out to me.
No one in his or her right mind would want to live this "blessed" life, would they? Yet Jesus was doing something different from what his hearers expected. He wasn't giving a spiritual to-do list. This wasn't a self-help teaching about how to achieve blessedness by attaining poverty of spirit.

This was an announcement.

The healing that had just taken place was nothing less than the rule and reign of God coming to rest upon the least likely of people.

In the midst of their poorness of spirit, these people had been blessed;the Kingdom of God had come upon them. In other words, fortunate are the racists because the rule and reign of God can come upon even them. Fortunate are the addicts because the rule and reign of God is only a breath away. Fortunate are those who've blown it. Blessed are the nobodies. Jesus begins his Sermon on the Mount with blessing, and there is nothing anybody can do to earn what he's describing.

God is blessing people for no reason other than the fact that blessing is what God does, and everybody, everywhere, is fair game.


They also have some new art for the series which I'm including a small glimpse of below. Click on it to view the whole piece. Open it up and then read the artist's thoughts about their work:




Sometimes I feel as though God is this invisible abstract idea. A voice in my head that has no face but speaks to me in ways I can't even comprehend or explain... Sometimes the vocal is lost among the swirling messages and instruments of the day vying for attention. [But] the voice, the sermon on the mount if you will, never ceases to speak. The father's face can be seen everywhere, even in the speck of dirt the little girl is picking up."




Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Friday, August 14, 2009

Two Kinds of Grave

The gospels speak of two kinds of grave.

One was whitewashed, the other was empty.

The whitewashed grave is the symbol of the false facade,
     of the outwardly beautiful appearance that does not last.

The empty grave was the grave of the God-man, Jesus Christ,
     the one who was himself emptied….

Around the emptiness of the grave were born both
     the hope of the future and the Church,
     which was, is and must always be
     the Message of what is to come.

Robert Adolfs | Grave of God

(Thanks to Nate Wigfield for first posting this.)


Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Peter Rollins chat transcript

Peter Rollins did a twitter chat interview with Third Way Magazine yesterday. I put together a transcript for those who would be interested. It was fun to see Peter limited to short answers (twitter only allows messages to be 140 characters long), as he usually has long, detailed responses which bunny-trail in several different directions (and you wonder why I like him!). I cleaned it up a little to get rid of text-speak and possible confusion from the letter limit.

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Third Way: We should get this one in first. Someone asked: 'If I've never heard of you, can you sum yourself up in 140 characters?'

Peter Rollins: Orthodox heretic, a/theist, Christian in the non-Christian sense of the term, bluffer and lover of Columbo

We'll get to some of that but, first, 'Orthodox heretic' sounds like an oxymoron, or is that a false opposition?

Orthodox is often thought to mean 'right belief', but perhaps it is better thought of as 'right praise'... in this way one can be orthodox while being a heretic... i.e. living in praise while acknowledging that we get God wrong

So to be orthodox, or to be heretic, or to be an orthodox heretic – are these things we should have as ambitions?

Being a heretic is not enough. There are good and bad heretics. One must try to be an orthodox one. A heretic who tries to live in love.

Also, being orthodox is not enough... without acknowledging you are a heretic pride can enter

How can you authentically praise something if you know you might be wrong about what you're praising?

If I fall in love I may not know what would please the person, but I act with the best knowledge I have, & in fear and trembling. certainty is not needed in order to act... love is!

@rhull56 asks 'What convinces Peter that the idea of God is worth taking seriously?'

Philosophers take the question seriously. Not so sure Christians should... Christians should b more interested in Christ-living

Wow... its hard getting big concepts shoe-horned into twitter (good question BTW)

Then perhaps he'd add 'Why Christ?' In the book you adapt Buddhist tales, for example.

Because the life (of Christ) that we read of is a radical one that, if followed, could lead to the continued transformation of society... Christianity, I believe is a radical faith based upon a radical idea. But I think that much of the actually existing churches misses this...

Perhaps only Marxists are as guilty as Christians of misrepresenting their founder

The shoe-horn point: The Orthodox Heretic reminds us that Jesus spoke to uneducated 1st Century peasants. Should all theology be that digestible?

We need to distinguish between theology & the truth of faith. The former is intellectually demanding the later is life demanding. Jesus was mostly about the truth rather than theology.

Not that theology is wrong at all! Its just not true :)

When Jesus spoke of the Father, was that true?

Yes & No. God as a Father 'yes', but as any kind of Father we experience 'no'. This 'yes/no' operates in all theology. It reveals something which remains all the time concealed. Belief should not be read as empirical certainty. Belief is more than this, it involves doubt, commitment, hope, faith and desire

Where does that leave the creeds? The 'We believe'?

The creeds attempt to help re-orient our lives, so that those 'beliefs' become modes of being. We come to live the death and resurrection. When we say, 'I believe in the resurrection' we primarily commit ourselves to becoming the site of new life to those around us. It is not primarily a mere intellectual assent.

There's nothing simple about a fable, but this book is more accessible than the others. What was the thinking behind that?

Buddhism has koans to draw out Enlightenment, we have parables... I wanted to explore this. I think attempting to change how people think is limited. I want to transform who we are. Parables are a mode of doing this.

these fables will get used by preachers. If each reader is the writer, how do we build one united body of believers?

We are unified not by shared belief but by a love and commitment to the same source. Unity in difference. We are often not good at this.

How might that work in practice? Between, say, Bishops Robinson & Akinola?

The creation of suspended space in which liberal & conservative lay down their positions in the liturgical hour2encounter each other. This is the place of 'neither/nor'... neither Jew nor Greek, Gay nor Straight, liberal nor conservative.

It is a participation in the divine Kenosis (see Philippians 2:7: "Jesus made himself nothing...") in which God is emptied of all identity. We do this and take on the identity of Christ.

you suggest that Jesus' teaching was often audience-specific, changing according to context. So was he a moral relativist?

No, he was driven by love. The issue however is that love is not possible to pin down. When we make love concrete we distort love... but we must do this anyway. Love is what drives us, but when we put it in to action it will look different in different contexts

in some tales you, the writer, imagine new words into his (Jesus) mouth. But yet you also warn against personal conceptions of God?

Both under-describing and over-describing are strategies for making sure we do not reduce God to our understanding. The Bible does both. God is given various personalities (warrior, peacemaker, unchanging, changing) & also we are told God is un-nameable.

The point of these parables is not to describe something but to perform something... Parables are a performative discourse

Thanks very much Pete. One final question from @sch3lp: 'What's the dynamic between story, its teller and its hearer?'

hmmm Story is like the child, teller is like the mother and the hearer is like one who adopts the child
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Let me know your thoughts! I especially enjoyed the distinction he made between, theology and the life of faith, as well as the thoughts on belief and certainty.

Monday, July 27, 2009

the Gospel

I believe this is from Nooma 015 | You. This is what we are made, and saved, for.

Friday, June 12, 2009

how i get inspired

some cool art found on ShareSomeCandy, starting with my all-time favorite.





































Wednesday, June 10, 2009

a million miles

Donald Miller's new book "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years" is coming out soon, and he's posted the first 3 chapters of it online to give a taste and get some feedback. I highly enjoy reading his books so if you've never read anything of his you are in for a nice surprise. Don said in his blog that this book starts a little slow, so that's why you get to read 3 chapters instead of just one sample chapter.

The book is based around some ideas he learned at a writer's conference- that good stories need conflict and difficulty and pain to be enjoyable. Think of your favorite adventure story, one that makes you feel alive and excited, even though you are only observing from a distance. It's probably full of more hardship and loss than most of us have ever imagined in our life. But it's also full of more hope and excitement and triumph than most of us think could really ever happen.

Our lives are usually geared to be as smooth and comforting as possible, and our biggest dreams are often of more stuff that is easily attained. We have no conflict or adventure, and we are bored to death. Maybe even literally.

A note from the beginning of the book:
If you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you probably wouldn't cry at the end of the movie when he drove off the lot testing the windshield wipers. You wouldn't tell your friends you saw a beautiful movie or go home and put a record on and sit in a chair to think about what you'd seen. The truth is you wouldn't even remember that movie a week later, except to feel robbed and want your money back. Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who got a Volvo.

But we spend years living those kinds of stories and expect life to feel meaningful. Maybe that's why we go to so many movies, because our real lives don't feel meaningful anymore.


I know a lot of us are in a place of reassessing our lives, so maybe this will be encouraging to you. I want to get to a place where I am free to follow the dreams God puts in my heart, but I feel stuck because of the bills and responsibilities I have. That's the reason why I am selling my house (and pretty much all my furniture!), and why I downgraded my car a couple years ago, and why I'm trying to stop spending so much money on entertainment. I want to simplify, to need less money, and hopefully then to be able to work less and have more time to invest in the areas I'm really interested in. It's crazy because I don't know how to make money in any of these pursuits, but I'm trying to trust God with that. I think Jesus was serious when he said not to worry about food or clothing or shelter, and I want to start trusting him for even those basic things.

The hard thing about music and books and movies is that sometimes they inspire us to live in new ways, and other times they suck all the creative juices right out of us. Sometimes they take us away to another world and help us imagine how our world could be different too. Sometimes they just help us escape our own pain and fears for long enough to forget the anguish we feel deep inside.

But what if we could live in such a way that we could let out those stories etched deep in our hearts? It's hard for me to believe that those feeble, disjointed dreams rattling in my head are worth the effort it would take to discover if there is anything to them. But what if the whole point of life is not even actually accomplishing something useful or beautiful, but instead just enjoying the story as it plays out?

Monday, June 1, 2009

Free Eugene Peterson Audio Book

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Sunday, May 31, 2009

re-learning old practices

For 3 years I lived according to a certain routine that brought me closer to God than I had ever been before. It was such a formative and beautiful time in my life even though it consisted of long days going in multiple directions, lots of emotional, physical, mental, and spiritual stretching, and intense practice of the disciplines. But somehow over time I began to weaken. The things that had given so much life now seemed to suck me dry.

I have gone through a process for several years where nearly everything in my life has been shaken and torn down. My beliefs, my dreams, my actions, my worldview, my identity. It has been the most difficult thing I have ever experienced. Often I thought I was dying. Now I'm certain that I was. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I see that I had accidentally built all of these good practices and beliefs over the top of insecurity and fear. Instead of bringing life and healing to the broken places of my life, I tried to cover up and ignore the painful things. I was trying to earn love instead of receiving it with grace. God had to tear everything to the ground so he could fix my cracked foundation. I had to become a failure in my own eyes in order to really accept that God loved me anyway- even when I had nothing to offer.

This last year has been a time of rebuilding, but I have really struggled with implementing the old practices I had learned. I have been extremely hesitant to enter back into anything that looks like what I did during my furnace years- prayer, reading Scripture, passionate worship, and spiritual disciplines. I don't want to fall back into the old patterns again. Even though I know these practices are essential, I haven't re-learned how to join these spiritual practices with the other aspects of my life in a that supplements my whole life in a healthy way. The only way I knew how to pray or worship or lead was an channeled around an attempt to ignore or hide the brokenness in my heart.

I've been trying to learn, and it has been very up and down. This year I've been trying to take time 3x a day to pray using a Celtic Daily Prayer book. It has been so helpful because most days I don't have my own words to pray. I have needed to read the prayers of fellow Christians from hundreds of years ago, and I've found them to so often resonate with my heart. But even then there have been many days I just haven't wanted to even try that much. I have discovered that on the days I feel good I don't take the time to pray. And often on the days I'm most hurting I will avoid any time with God even though I knew that I needed him to do something.

This morning I realized a few things. First, that I've been subtly thinking of God like a doctor or counselor. I only go to him when I have something wrong. I only share my thoughts so he will tell me what's wrong and fix them. I am still living in a reactionary way, looking for a quick answer to get me better so I can keep running along and being 'normal'. I think I understood this on some level, which is why I would avoid God when I was really struggling. I knew God is more than medication and didn't want to treat him like that.

The odd thing is that I go to my parents when I am hurt physically or emotionally. I talk to them about what is happening, but I don't think of them as a doctor or counselor. I have a deeper relationship with them than just 'fixing' me. I just don't know how to really walk with God like a parent, even though the Bible is full or fatherly and motherly descriptions of God.

The other little thing that came to mind is that the times I set aside for focused prayer are not supposed to be about being more prayerful or spiritual or obedient. I want to learn to pray and worship all day in everything I do, not just at 3 set times during the day, and I found myself dreading those prayer times because I didn't want to get back into the habit of believing that certain times or places or things are more 'spiritual' or 'godly' than others. But these times can be a way of setting my direction for the day, of choosing how I want to live this day. When I am driving on the freeway, I only rarely need to turn the steering wheel but I am driving the entire time. On some trips I might go for hours straight ahead, but other times I will need to constantly be turning corners or avoiding other cars. So maybe I can learn to be aware of where I currently am in my life, and adopt a lifestyle of prayer that is dynamic to that. It's always good to set a direction when you begin a journey, and you will need to change your course throughout, but whether you are turning or going straight ahead or even stopped on the side of the road for a break, it is still all part of the same journey.

I know these aren't really new ideas to most of you, but I wanted to process them and record what I'm learning so they didn't slip away. This has become a little more real to me today and I wanted to share it with my friends.

Friday, April 24, 2009

mewithoutYou (again)

I just love this band. Their new cd (it’s all crazy ! it’s all false ! it’s all a dream ! it’s alright) comes out at the end of May, but it got leaked early and is all over the internet, including on youtube. It's definitely a lot different from their style on previous albums, and could even be described as 'hippie', as my friend Ryan called it in disappointment! Several of the songs are from the perspectives of animals, insects, or vegetables, which truthfully isn't TOO big of a departure for mewithoutYou anyway... At the same time, despite the apparent disconnect from "reality", the songs ask such insightful questions that I can't help asking myself "Why have I never thought of that before?" You have to listen to this amazing song/allegory/parable, called 'The King Beetle on the Coconut Estate'! Yep, talking insects and fruits...


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Leave your thoughts in the comment section. I'd like to hear what you think the song is trying to convey and what points you think the band is trying to make.

And also check out this pretty cool interview with Aaron, the vocalist and writer of the band.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

questions from "The Orthodox Heretic"

Here are some of the questions that I draw from the story of "The Orthodox Heretic".

The first point the town leaders bring up is that they need to return the man to the government he escaped from so that the rest of the town is not endangered. They know that this man will be punished by the authorities, but they believe that it has to be done or the entire town will suffer. In their view, the good of many outweighs the good of one. The caretaker, however, is more concerned with the needs of this man he has rescued. His view is not a selfish one of "my good is higher than the good of all", but is completely unselfish in that he is willing to suffer to protect this criminal. He believes that as a community, the needs of the most vulnerable should be the concern of the entire town, and that nobody in the town is okay if even one member is not okay.

"The good of the many outweighs the good of the few" is a very dominant philosophy in the US, especially when it comes to the systems our country is built on. But these assumptions are currently under heavy discussion, from government to business to military to foreign aid. How does the circumstance of the few affect the many? What are alternative understandings of the relationship between the many and the few? As Christians, how do we find our position impacted by the Bible, both specific instances but also the larger story arcs of Scripture?

Another question that I find in this parable has to do with "truth" and "love". The town leaders seem to have political truth, Scriptural truth, and even God's audible voice on their side, but the caretaker appears to be completely motivated by love for this stranger, even at the cost of his own life. Now I'm not trying to create an artificial division between truth and love, but I can sure think of times where I've been stuck in a position similar to this. Is it better to have truth or love? Is there ever a time they can or should put placed "against" each other? Is it possible that both positions in this story (and in some of our daily stories) are "right"?

Finally, I think it asks the question of how to respond to people with completely different world views, especially when those world views can be backed up with the Bible. I am increasingly aware that anybody can make the Bible say anything they want, and I'm sure most of us have seen plenty of evidence for that too. Many people leave behind Scripture at this point, because they think it doesn't have anything solid or true to say and can too easily be abused or manipulated, or they cling to one interpretation of Scripture at the exclusion of any differing understanding. Take a look at the 20th century phenomenon known as "liberalism vs. fundamentalism" to prove my point. Both of these ideologies tend to be reactionary, angry, and violent (not physically (at least in the USA), but emotionally and verbally). I don't think either approach is sufficient or helpful for moving forward, and this parable forces us to address this roadblock head on.

The parable gives value to, and even supports, BOTH viewpoints, while leaving us with the awkward feeling that both parties are simultaneously right AND wrong. We can see the reason behind why each group acts the way they do, while not being completely satisfied with either group's choices. And this dis-satisfaction leaves us humble, looking for another way, open to new ideas from God, because we realize that even with the best theology and best actions, we desperately need God's help to understand and obey him.

some thoughts about "The Orthodox Heretic"

A couple weeks ago I posted the video clip of a parable from Peter Rollins new book "The Orthodox Heretic". One of my friends, Matt, commented on the post and asked me to post some of my thoughts about the story. I didn't want to right away, for a few reasons. I didn't really know what I thought about it. That's kind of why I posted it.

I think the intention of the parable is not to declare some truth about God or people or religion, but to force us to think about something we otherwise probably wouldn't think about (or maybe even ignore because we don't WANT to think about it). I think the temptation is to dissect the story and try to place it into a category that gives us some form of stand-alone truth, or make it fit the mold we expect it to fit. But that's not what the story is about, and if we do that, then the story loses it's power.

I've listened to it a few times and I'm never comfortable with it. It doesn't resolve nicely. It doesn't offer a clear division between the "good guys" and the "bad guys". It doesn't try to give simple answers to complex questions. Instead, it asks questions that are difficult and frustrating. But at the same time, they are questions that align pretty closely with paradoxes I keep running into in my own walk with God.

Here's a couple observations:
He doesn't set the town leaders/religious people against the care-taker. Both disagree completely on how to handle the situation, but they treat each other with respect, civility, and love throughout. Both groups are shown to be people who honor God and take obedience very seriously (yes, even in the very last scene).

Notice that the "criminal" is charged with being critical of both the state and the church, and yet a God-follower takes him in and cares for him.

Peter has said in other places that the main question behind this parable (and his entire book) is (and I'm paraphrasing) "What do you do when in order to obey God, you have to disobey God? What do you do when in order to keep your beliefs, you have to betray your beliefs? What do you do when in order to remain "orthodox", you have to take a "heretical" position?"

The idea is that Christianity is constantly at odds with itself, because it is an institution that is against all institution and a religion that is against all religion. That Christianity draws a circle around who is in and who is out, and then immediately demands it's followers to leave the inside and go to the ones who are out, so in a sense those who remain "in" the safety of the circle become the ones who are now "out". It is full of what seems to be contradictions, and we Christians have caused immense amounts of pain and confusion because we try to ignore the contradictions and build a nice safe theology that tries to make everything okay. Now that in and of itself is worthy of a whole series of blog posts, but I don't want to get side tracked by spending any more time on that now.

I've got some of my own questions that were raised from this parable, and I'll post them next time in order to make this shorter and (hopefully) slightly more readable. The good news is that I've already written it all, so I'm not going to bail on you half way through like I did with the Great Emergence series...

Monday, March 23, 2009

aware

Earth is crammed with heaven,
and every common bush afire with God,
but only he who sees
takes off his shoes.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Listen...



...or read
We believe that the world God created is good. That he creates people in his image, and that no amount of darkness can erase that divine imprint. Because we believe that all of life is sacred, we look for God's fingerprints everywhere. We celebrate the divine in the daily, pursuing lives of hope, gratitude, and worship. God invites everyone, everywhere into this way of life, and we believe it is the best possible way to live.
-Mars Hill Directions: Upward (Celebration)

Monday, March 16, 2009

Patrick's Breastplate

This is a prayer passed down from the very beginnings of Celtic Christianity. The legend says that when Patrick and his missionary companions were traveling to preach to a pagan Irish king, God warned Patrick in a dream that a group of druids would be waiting to ambush and kill the missionaries. At this time, druidic mysticism was the religion of power, and a core belief they held was that the druids could shape-shift. While Patrick and his friends continued their journey, they chanted this prayer. When the missionaries neared the waiting druids, God transformed them into a group of deer and they walked past the ambush safely. I'm sure you can see the significance in this, just like when God used Moses' miracles to intentionally defy the Egyptian belief system and show who the true God is.

Celtic Christianity grew up with very little outside influence from the rest of Christianity. Patrick was a British shepherd boy in the outer reaches of the Roman Empire, who was kidnapped when he was young and had little formal training before almost single-handedly spreading the Gospel through Ireland. And during the time that Christianity was birthed in Ireland, it was dying in Rome while the empire was ransacked and splintered. If you want to kno wmore about that, I'll let you borrow Thomas Cahill's book "How the Irish Saved Civilization". This little prayer will give you a glimpse into the way the Celtic Christians viewed the world and God.



I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ's birth and His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In preachings of the apostles,
In faiths of confessors,
In innocence of virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of sun,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.

I arise today through the power of God:
God's might to comfort me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to lead me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's Heavenly Host to save me
from the snares of the devil,
from temptations to sin,
from all who wish me ill,
from near and afar,
alone and with others.

May Christ shield me today
against poison and fire,
against drowning and wounding,
so that I may fulfill my mission
and bear fruit in abundance.

Christ be with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Orthodox Heretic: A Parable

I want to share a parable from Peter Rollins, a leader of an experimental faith community in Belfast, Ireland called Ikon. He has a new book coming out in a few weeks called "The Orthodox Heretic: and Other Impossible Tales" that is made up entirely of parables. The video below is Peter reading one of the parables from this book. I think it's pretty interesting. Remember, the point of this parable is not to give an answer, but to ask a question. I have a feeling there will be many different responses to this, so I would love to hear your thoughts after watching this video and check out some of his other videos on youtube as well. He has 2 more parables and a couple other short videos with interesting ideas.

***I can't seem to get the video to work when it's embedded into this page, so watch it here. Let me know if you have any problems.***

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Parables

Lately I've been thinking a lot about parables. I've always noticed them and enjoyed reading them, but often approached them like a story problem on a math test. You know, "A freight train leaves a station traveling at 30 mph. A passenger train leaves 1 hour later traveling at 50 mph. At what time will the passenger train overtake the freight train?" It looks like a story, but we all know there is a specific formula, you find a few important pieces of information, stick them into the formula, and then, (as every math professor I've ever had in college has said repeatedly), you "plug and chug".

It's viewed as a machine or a computer: You put the right pieces of information in the right place (what we call "input"), turn the crank or push a button or click the mouse, and "automagically" the machine processes the information and gives you a concrete, clear, concise answer (output). The entire computer world is build around this idea of input->process->output. Nearly everything you do on a computer is engineered around this principle.

For example, probably nobody here understands *exactly* what happens when we search for something on google. All we know (and care about) is that you go to google.com, enter some words you are interested in (this is the input), click "Search" (process), and then google comes back in a second or two with thousands or millions of matches (output). I don't know what google is doing during that time. I know that it has already searched billions of websites collecting information and storing it in databases and ordering it in special ways, so when I search for a few key words it only needs to look in it's own database for the information I want. It's not really searching billions of websites right then. But I have no idea what kind of algorithms it does in order to find out what pages are the ones that are most relevant to my search words, and I don't care. I don't understand very well the protocols that help my computer connect with a google computer through multiple other computers, all passing around 1's and 0's with perfect accuracy, and I don't need to know. All I care is that I get some websites that help me out, and then I go on with my life.

We have been trained to think like this. I used the term "automagically" earlier, which is sort of a computer joke. It's a cross between "automatically" and "magic". We use it to describe what happens in the time that someone clicks "Search" on google and gets back a list of links. We don't know what it does or how, we just know that it does it. Automatically and almost magically. Honestly, there are probably only a handful of people in the entire world that understand everything happening in those split seconds. After 14 years total of playing around with computers, 4 years of which were a university teaching me about computers and then 5 years of developing software professionally, I don't know what is happening most of the time. I have a high level idea of how a computer processes info and does math and appears to do multi-tasking and how graphics work and what the internet is and how it works, but there is simply too much detail to know everything about what my computer is doing at any time. NOBODY knows it all. And that's just computers.

I always get-annoyed-with/roll-my-eyes-at people who are know-it-alls, because they must be extraordinarily arrogant and also quite ignorant. They simply don't know how much they don't know, but they think it doesn't exist because they don't know about it! In our world, we have to specialize. And most of the time we understand this. Our entire culture functions this way. Most things are "somebody else's problem", but we learn how to use the things that somebody else figured out, and we are usually pretty happy with this.

Which is fine for computers, or cars, or microwaves, or light-switches, or showers, or bridges, or footballs, or McDonalds cheeseburgers (although maybe we *should* question the process that last one went through). But are there some things we shouldn't outsource? What happens when we don't think about the way we live or what we believe? Part of the problem is that we outsource our philosophy and theology. We assume that since these are such deep, important things that only the people who are highly trained with PhDs should even try to grapple with them. And then we just take what they tell us. But I think that philosophy and theology are the very things that make us who we are. We all understand them so deeply that we are all qualified to talk and think about them. My parents, for example, have never studied philosophy or theology and don't have advanced degrees- but they both have so much wisdom and awareness and understanding of what is happening in their lives. They may not be able to quote some famous thinker, but often when I read one of these "brilliant" people I see that my parents taught me that idea years ago through their actions.

And that's one of the things I love about Jesus. He *was* brilliant. He could debate with the leading theologians and philosophers and social activists of his time (pharisees and rabbis were a hybrid of all of these, because Jewish thinking doesn't try to separate what you believe about God and what you think and what you do). And these people were brilliant- they had memorized the entire Tanakh (the Old Testament) plus all the interpretations and stories and questions that stemmed from hundreds of years of studying the Tanakh, and then formed their own opinions and questions and stories. So Jesus could discuss these ideas with them, and understand exactly the point they were trying to make, and then turn their words upside down to make his own point. BUT, the people he spent his time with, he ate with, he talked with, he lived with, were the regular Jewish peasants. They all would have left school by the time they were 10, or maybe a few would have studied until they were in their early teens. But think about. They all would have had less schooling than any of us who completed high school, or even junior high. And yet Jesus is teaching them the deepest things of the Kingdom of God. And he did it with parables.

The beauty of parables is that they can speak to anyone. Yes, Jesus uses plenty of cultural references and it's helpful for *us* to learn that background to get his point. But, that's even more of a reason why parables are special: They use everyday phrases and pop culture so that EVERYONE who wants to understand can get them. Jesus doesn't attempt to express some high, logical, timeless truth for all the world (now, don't take that to mean I'm saying that we can't find value and beauty and truth in Jesus' words - that's NOT what I'm saying at all - stick with me). He speaks to anybodys on a dirty hillside by a lake in their language. And he doesn't attempt to teach right and wrong answers to some universal questions. He tells stories that are rooted firmly in daily life. Stories about water and dirt and farming and sheep and a faithful woman and a dad and his sons and the city dump. But at the same time, he tells stories that are so much bigger and deeper than an hour long discourse. He leaves the stories unfinished or unclear so that people have to wrestle with the ideas and ask their own questions. He doesn't want to teach people yes or no answers, he wants something to come alive in their hearts. He is okay with the ambiguity.

But most of the time we aren't. We study the parables and look into the Greek and Hebrew and Aramaic and read commentaries, and all of that is fine. It helps us to put our minds into first century Palestine. But we can't reduce these stories to formulas. We can't think of them like math problems or computers. We can't approach parables with the "correct" input, then hit the process button, then get back the "right answer".

That would be like trying to find timeless truth in the Lord of the Rings or Narnia or some other work of "fiction". There may be some bits and pieces of timeless truth in them, but they are not scientific documents. It might help to understand what was happening in England and the world when Tolkien wrote his books, so you can get into his head an see why he makes such a big deal about something (like Sarumon destroying the forest to build his underground-city/orc-breeding-ground), but if that's all you focus on you lose everything.

We love the Lord of the Rings because we all know what it's like to leave innocence behind and confront a confusing, twisted, broken world (like hobbits leaving the Shire). We all understand so deeply the burden of carrying a weight that seems too heavy for us (like Frodo and the Ring). We all long for friends to walk with us on our journey and carry us when we can't go on (like the Fellowship), and we know the pain that comes when our friends betray us or leave us. And we are inspired by these things to believe that somehow, even when it seems impossible, good will overcome evil and light will push out darkness, and we find hope and awe and joy in it. Though the actual characters of Frodo and Samwise and Aragorn and Gandalf aren't historically and factually real, they are true and real in a bigger, deeper way than reality or history can contain. They are stories that live and breathe and awaken our imaginations and invite us into something so much bigger.

And that's what Jesus does with his parables. When you hear the parable of the Prodigal Son, you are invited to find yourself in the story. Are you the younger son who betrayed your father and ran away? Have you returned in shame and fear only to find your father with arms outstretched running to you? Or are you the father who has been betrayed and embarrassed by the one you love more than anything? How will you respond when you have the chance for restoration? Or are you the older brother? Are you jealous of the forgiveness and grace given to someone else? Do you feel forgotten and unappreciated? Or are you a servant, watching the whole thing unfold in someone else's life? Can you celebrate with the father, or encourage one of the brothers? Have you been the younger son at one time in your life, and the father in another time, and the older son in yet another time of life? Have you been one of these characters over and over and over? Which one are you now?

Because, you see, these parables are works of fiction. Yes, I believe Jesus really taught them, but even then, he made them up. There wasn't *really* some son who ran away and a father who waited and an older brother who got mad. This didn't *historically* happen, but at the same time it's completely true and real and it happens everyday all around us. And it's just as true in Jesus day as it was 6,000 years ago as it is now as it will be in another 2,000 years. It IS timeless truth, but only if it is left alone. If it is processed and boiled into some one line sentence about who is right and who is wrong or the right way to live, it is brutally slaughtered and twisted out of shape and manipulated to benefit one person at the cost of another. Kinda like a cow turned into a Big Mac. I can't believe I just said that...

What would the news do today if Jesus were walking around Los Angeles?
Imagine the reporter: "So, Jesus, tell us about your organization. What is the Kingdom of God?"

And Jesus would respond, "Well, the Kingdom of God is like a tiny seed that grows into a giant tree, and birds will nest in it."

"Umm, so what are you trying to accomplish right now?"

"Well, there was a shepherd with 100 sheep, but he discovered one had wandered away. So he left the 99 and went in search of the one, and when he found it, he called all his friends and celebrated with them."

"Wow, uh, that's great, but how can people get more involved?"

"Only those who eat my flesh and drink my blood are-"

*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
*We apologize for the technical difficulties. Evening News at 6 will return shortly*

Why then, today, are we so insistent on reducing Jesus into 3 easy steps, a "plug and chug" formula with a "right answer", or a slogan for our t-shirts and bumper stickers?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

ash

a prayer for ash wednesday

O Lord, who hast mercy upon all,
take away from me my sins,
and mercifully kindle in me
the fire of thy Holy Spirit.
Take away from me the heart of stone,
and give me a heart of flesh,
a heart to love and adore Thee,
a heart to delight in Thee,
to follow and enjoy Thee, for Christ's sake.
Amen.
- St. Ambrose

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

mewithoutYou - Paper Hanger



view lyrics in pop-up window so you can read while watching the video

Not one motion of her gesture could I forget
The prettiest bag lady I ever met
Pushing her cart in the rain
Then gathering plastic and glass
She watched the day pass
Not hour by hour
But pain by pain
If I was a basket filled with holes
Then she was the sand I tried to hold
And ran out behind me
As I swung with some invisible hands

I stopped believing, you start to move
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
And you can pour us out and we won't mind

I was dead, then alive
She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine
You can pour us out, we won't mind
A scratch around the mouth of the glass
My life is no longer mine

If you're still looking for a blanket
Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric
But if you need a tailor
Then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs
And mumble your pitiful prayers
And in your tangled night's sleep, our midnight needles go to work
Until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself whole
And it makes you shiver

I stopped believing, you start to move
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
And you can pour us out and we won't mind

I was dead, then alive
She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine
You can pour us out, we won't mind
A scratch around the mouth of the glass
My life is no longer mine

Our lives our not our own even- the wind plays still.
All I felt was fire and bone
And movement, movement, oh!
If they ask you for a sign of the Father
Tell them it's movement, movement,
movement of...
hope

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

with or without you

From my Celtic Daily Prayer book this morning:

In Your presence there is an absence
silencing my greatest fear.
It is with You that I know the essence
of what is life, now that You're near.

It is in the absence of Your presence
that I rekindle my desire;
and it is when I am without You
that I burn, an inextinguishable fire.

In Your presence there is an absence
of all that preys upon my mind;
for my heart's desire's before me,
and I leave all else behind.

It is in the absence of Your presence
that I have learned to be apart.
It is without You that I am with You;
for You are the Joy within my heart.
-Janet Rimmer

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Happy Birthday Mars Hill Grand Rapids!



On Sunday, Mars Hill Bible Church in Grandville, Michigan celebrated 10 years. As part of the service, they had individuals from Grand Rapids and around the world share stories of how much God has done through this community. I didn't hear about it until today as I was a week behind in podcasts, so I didn't send them an email. But if I did, I would have tried to thank them for giving me new dreams about what it means to be a Christian and the Church. I think I would have mentioned some of these things that God has been teaching me through their words and actions.

Love is more than an emotion or vague good idea. Love should be how we look at our friends and enemies. Love is how we should respond to the circumstances that don't go how we expect and the people that hurt us. Love overcomes hate. Love is how God is redeeming everything. Love sacrifices itself. And nothing can stop it, so in the end, after fear and doubt and anger and sickness and death have exhausted all their efforts, love wins.

That when people don't agree with you, or they attack you, or so hurtful things about you, you don't have to defend yourself or prove that you are right, but that sometimes the best response is to smile and say "Grace and peace to you", because the things that separate us are far, far smaller the God who loves all of us.

That the most hurtful and dangerous thing to do is to start dividing people by who is in (or right) and who is out (or wrong), and begin to treat one group of people differently than another- that's hell. We might be terribly uncomfortable one day if we share the wedding feast of the lamb in heaven, and find "those people" at our table.

That Jesus broke himself open and poured himself out as a good gift. And that as Christ-followers, Jesus has invited us to break ourselves open and pour ourselves out to the people around us. To "do this in remembrance of me."

That Jesus thinks we can be like him and do the things he does.

That the Church should be the safest place in the world. If you can't be honest about your failings and struggles with a church community, then something is terribly wrong, because the very point of the Church is to carry each other and love people.

And when you are failing and can only see darkness and have fear and doubt and pain and feel worthless and unloved, you don't have to go through it alone, but there are people who can daily offer you grace and peace. There is no condemnation, only joy, acceptance, every kind of imaginable good, wholeness, rest, all as freely given gifts from God.

That worrying about what will happen tomorrow will choke the life out of today, which is all we have anyway. And that wealth always promises that a little bit more will be enough, and it always comes up empty.

That our purpose and value comes solely from being and never from doing. We need to rest and take time to do nothing, and learn that even then we are still loved and accepted.

That God always hears the cries of the oppressed.

That everything is spiritual, God is not angry but he is Green, Jesus is brilliant and he wants to save Christians, and the Church, man, isn't she beautiful. ;)

That we don't need to know where we are going or why. The central, recurring theme of the Bible is a journey of God rescuing his people from slavery, teaching them how to love him and love each other, and forgiving them and restoring them when they fail so they can try again. And even if our journey hasn't lead us where we want to be, God gives us what we need for today, everyday, and he is walking with us. We can learn to stop obsessing over control of our lives and instead have faith.

That cynicism is a dead end, and the what this desperate, broken, cynical world needs most are people willing to believe that things can get better. That God hasn't given up on his creation.

I can't even begin to think of everything that I've learned since I started walking with Mars Hill 3.5 years ago (and I put up a bunch of my favorite messages here). I have a much wider, deeper, richer understanding of God than I used to. But even more important than that is the deep healing that God has been doing to my heart through this church. I may have only been to one Sunday gathering in those years, but Mars Hill is not about what happens for two hours on Sunday. Mars Hill is a community, and I'm part of that community even if we are separated by a couple thousand miles.

So to you, my brothers and sisters of the Mars Hill community- thank you, and grace and peace be with you.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

who are you?

From Rob Bell's counselor, when Rob was breaking down from being the "successful pastor", trying to always be everything to everyone:


"You're job is the relentless pursuit of who God made you to be. Anything else is sin."


Who are you?

Sunday, February 1, 2009

christarchy

I like to think about what social structures and politics would be like if people really submitted themselves to Jesus as Lord. On a very simple level, I think it would look like Jesus in charge and everyone else equal yet submissive to each other. No command structures or authority hierarchies. No power struggles among men and women, rich and poor, young and old, modern and postmodern, Christian and not. Just everyone serving each other as best they can. Maybe it's idealistic, but I think it's what Jesus had in mind, so I'll risk a little idealism every now and then.

The folks at the Jesus Manifesto call it Christarchy as opposed to anarchy.

Here are some images and quotes that reflect the idea:


Just like the word "christianity" itself, the words "anarchy," "anarchism" and "anarchist" are abused terms. They are abused so often by the media, state historians and government officials that, by no fault of her own, the average person on the street only thinks of chaos, terrorists and random violence when the term anarchist comes up... Anarchism is a rich and powerful critique of modern society that Christians have at our fingertips. We do not wish to confuse Christianity with anarchism but we do believe that when Christianity is lived rightly it looks a lot like anarchism.
-Jesus Radicals


The world is soaked with mutual blood. When individuals commit homicide, it is a crime; it is called a virtue when it is done in the name of the state. -Cyprian





2000 years ago, the son of God was murdered by the state after preaching the subversion of arbitrary political authority and the renunciation of the chains of the temporal world, advocating absolute egalitarianism between all humans under and inspired by the infinite love of the one valid Authority, in preparation for the coming of His eternal kingdom. -Christopher Kilbourn


‘Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.’ Who are these? Those who imitate the Divine love of others, who show forth in their own life the characteristic of the Divine energy. The Lord and Giver of good things completely annihilates anything that is without affinity and foreign to goodness. This work He ordains also for you, namely to cast out hatred and abolish war, to exterminate envy and banish strife, to take away hypocrisy and extinguish from within resentment of injuries smoldering in the heart. Instead, you ought to introduce whatever is contrary to the things that have been removed. -Gregory of Nyssa




Even when they call us mad, when they call us subversives and communists and all the epithets they put on us, we know we only preach the subversive witness of the Beatitudes, which have turned everything upside down. -Oscar Romero


You cannot demand military service of Christians any more than you can of priests. We do not go forth as soldiers. - Origen


Love is freedom:



Anarchy is not chaos, but order with out control. -David Layson


That they may now understand that this is a new kind of warfare and not the usual custom of joining in battle, when He sent them with nothing He said: And so, marching on, show forth the meekness of lambs, although you are to go to wolves… for so will I best show my power, when the wolves are conquered by the lambs… For certainly it is a greater work and much more marvelous to change the minds of opponents and to bring about a change of soul than to kill them… We ought to be ashamed, therefore, who act far differently when as wolves we rush upon our adversaries. For as long as we are lambs we conquer; even when a thousand wolves stand about, we overcome and are victors. But if we act like wolves we are conquered, for then the aid of the Good Shepherd departs from us, for He does not foster wolves but sheep. - John Chrysostom


Alpha/Omega Anarchy



I gave food to the poor and they called me a saint; I asked why the poor have no food and they called me a communist. -Dom Helder Camara
Luke's comment: Or maybe today they would call you a socialist.


The cross-life of Jesus undermined all social orders based on power and self-interest.
-Richard Foster (Celebration of Discipline)

A Parable by Philip Harrison

As "borrowed" from my friend in Long Beach, Nate Wigfield. Read his blog!


The other day I had a dream. I dreamed I arrived at the gates of heaven, heavy-shut, pure oak, beveled and crafted, glinting sharp in the sunlight. St. Peter stood to greet me; the big man wore brown, smile set deep against his ruddy cheeks.

"You're here," he said.

"I am," I said.

"Great to see you - been expecting you," he smiled. "Come on in."

He pushed gently against the huge door; it swung silently, creakless. I took a couple of steps forward until, at the threshold, one more step up and in, I realized I wasn't alone. My friends had joined me, but they hovered behind, silently, looking on. None spoke. I realized only I could speak. I looked at them; some were Christians, some Hindus, some Buddhists, some Muslims, some Jews, some atheists. Some God knows what. I stopped, paused. A hesitant St. Peter looked at me, patiently, expectantly.

"What about these guys?" I asked him. "My friends. Can they come?"

"Well, Phil," he replied, soft in the still air, "you know the rules. I'm sorry, but that's the way things are. Only the right ones."

I looked at him. He seemed genuinely pained by his answer. I stood, considering. What should I do? I thought about my reference points, and thought about Jesus, and the bastard, the outsider, the unacceptable, the drunkard, the fool, the heretic, the criminal, and I knew exactly where I belonged.

"I'll just stay here then too," I said, taking my one foot out of heaven. And I'll tell you, I'd swear I saw something like a grin break across St. Peter's face, and a voice from inside whispered, "At last."

from Fidelity of Betrayal by Peter Rollins

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

a big bucket

So this Great Emergence recap thing just isn't happening right now. Right after I read the book it was fresh and exciting, but now it's like a book report. To steal from someone who I often steal from, "it's the difference between 'having to say something' and 'having something to say'." I don't want to just regurgitate a few quotes because it so misses the point of what the book is about. The whole purpose is to look backwards, and then dream forwards, and what happened was I started 'dreaming' about other stuff with friends, and I want to open that up here as well. Unfortunately I didn't get to any of the 'dream' part in the book, which is the fascinating part, but I really only wanted to recap this so my friends could be thinking about it and then we could see what pieces we can start to put into the puzzle. So, If you wanna know about it, call me up. Maybe I'll get back to it, I hope I do, cause it's really good stuff. But for now it needs to marinade a bit longer.

And it just felt way to dang formal, anyway!

In the meantime, I had a fun discussion with some friends here at Chris Sayler's blog on the topic of nonviolence and evil. Always good. Definitely read the comments.

I've also been talking about a Neue Ministry article on business practices in the Church, which has presented some great ideas. The topics have wandered around from business to specialized churches, to the causes and effects of specialization, to shared leadership... It's all on facebook, but I'll try to find a way to do a transcript or something.

I think I want to make this more of a "bucket" for random ideas that I want to share with people to get their ideas. Sort of a collective bucket, if you will. I enjoy that a lot more than trying to polish ideas and present a thorough case for some point or other. So expect more random and quirky posts in the future. Maybe.

Monday, January 12, 2009

the first day of winter

Ok, so I really am going to continue on the Great Emergence series. This is where the book really gets good. Trust me. Some little thing called "Christmas" came along, then I went to California for a week to see friends and family and watch the Chargers beat the Broncos in San Diego (best game I've ever been to in my life!), and then I needed a week to recover from all the craziness and people. All you other introverts who know what I mean, raise your hands, er, quietly sit down in a corner and read.

Now I'm recovering from the heartache of the Chargers losing to Pittsburgh last night. Another long winter without football begins. To me it's "fall" as long as the Chargers are playing football, because you can't have fall without football and you can't have football without fall. I don't care how many times it's snowed already! At least now I will have more time to write on here since I won't be reading all the latest articles on the Chargers...