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Showing posts with label sacred. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sacred. Show all posts
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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.
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.
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?
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?
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, September 26, 2007
sacred
So have you ever noticed how we treat some things a s sacred and others as normal. Who doesn't act different in the WPC chapel than the Furnace Coffee House? It's so deep in us that we don't even think of it. (By the way, I thought of this while I was walking from school over to an open church building so that I could get some quiet and pray for a bit...)
And have you ever noticed how you can "feel" God more in the chapel than in the coffee house? Or am I the only one?
Now we all know and say that God is everywhere, but we go to places designed to connect with God. We ask God to come to us. Why do we do this? Is it just habit? Does God really physically come to a certain time and place? Is it just the only way of putting into words our desire to be in fellowship with God?
But then why do some places feel different? You know, those holy, sacred places that demand hushed voices and focused hearts and cell phones on vibrate. Is God really more present there? Are we more aware? Is it because of expectations, or past experiences? Or is it that God is worshiped often there and there is a resonance of his presence? And some times during a worship service everyone is like "Man God just showed up and it was powerful" and other times it isn't like that. Are we all somehow more aware of God and other times we collectively are disengaged?
Please take a second and think about this and pray about it, and then leave a comment with your thoughts. Cause this is something I am genuinely wrestling with right now. I don't just want a theologically correct answer, ya know? What do you think?
And have you ever noticed how you can "feel" God more in the chapel than in the coffee house? Or am I the only one?
Now we all know and say that God is everywhere, but we go to places designed to connect with God. We ask God to come to us. Why do we do this? Is it just habit? Does God really physically come to a certain time and place? Is it just the only way of putting into words our desire to be in fellowship with God?
But then why do some places feel different? You know, those holy, sacred places that demand hushed voices and focused hearts and cell phones on vibrate. Is God really more present there? Are we more aware? Is it because of expectations, or past experiences? Or is it that God is worshiped often there and there is a resonance of his presence? And some times during a worship service everyone is like "Man God just showed up and it was powerful" and other times it isn't like that. Are we all somehow more aware of God and other times we collectively are disengaged?
Please take a second and think about this and pray about it, and then leave a comment with your thoughts. Cause this is something I am genuinely wrestling with right now. I don't just want a theologically correct answer, ya know? What do you think?
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