Four winters ago I embarked on my very first snowmobile trip with the some fellow pastors at my church in Gresham, OR. What I experienced that day was very much unexpected. The story goes like this....
The entire day had been whispers of snow and shouts of chill. What a blast it had been to ride atop Mount St. Helens on a beautiful sunny day! Yet, as the day neared its end, we dragged our snowmobiles into their respective trailers, and likewise brought our sun burnt, sore bodies to a resting place in the parking lot. Tired and sore, I found myself sprawled out on the floor of one of trailers. My snow-soaked jacket dripped steadily, and my body became warm and settled. Once everyone was comfortable, conversation turned toward topics of crashes and spills, dangerous stunts, and exhilarating, yet dicey decisions made by all. As we sat there, unwound and lazy, I noticed that one of the elders from the church was holding something. It was a metal of sorts, long and slender. He quickly took attention to my interest, and tossed me what turned out to be a set of magnets.
What’s important to understand is that ever since childhood, I have been fascinated with magnets. I could never quite understand how two otherwise dull and colorless objects had the potential to produce such movement. For the remainder of the afternoon I obsessed over the magical power of these magnets, the way one magnet snatched the other in mid-air. These particular magnets seemed overly energized and full of magnetic force. They pulled and grabbed, stuck and stayed.
Still today, it amazes me that magnets do not have to try to be powerful. They just ARE. They are always magnetic, always pulling, always energetic. They need no encouragement, no purpose, no leadership. Magnets were born to be powerful.
Every so often I have to remind myself that I am not a magnet. Unlike magnets, we do not create reactions and induce physical movements like magnets do. In respect to our lives as Christians, I find that often we ignorantly believe that we are magnetic, however failing to produce any measurable motion. Take for example being a Christian witness to the people that surround us. A “magnetic Christian” would not have to think or try to witness. The power to discuss and expel our belief and excitement in Jesus does not automatically radiate from our body. Believe or not, we have to try. If we were a magnet, following through on the actions of the Christian life would not be a choice, it would simply be.
The simple fact is, unlike magnets, it takes a conscious effort to allow God to work through you. It takes thought, contemplation, planning, energy and purpose in order to find yourself acting out your Christian faith. So often in life we assume that simply wearing the Christian nametag will bring about faith-based action in our life. Get real! Becoming like Jesus means we must make a radical decision to stop simply being, and to start living. Do you believe in Jesus as your Savior? If so, what are you doing about it?
James 2:17-18 says, "So you see, it isn't enough just to have faith. Faith that doesn't show itself by good deeds is no faith at all--it is dead and useless. Now someone may argue, "Some people have faith; others have good deeds." I say, "I can't see your faith if you don't have good deeds, but I will show you my faith through my good deeds."
Most Christians say that they want to see lives changed; to bring hope to the hopeless, to listen and live the life God has called them to be. You too may have said these words. The only thing stopping Christians from attaining these desires is our inability to place commitment and action to our bold, yet reachable proclamations.
I like magnets because their power is automatic. I believe God loves us because our power is not. We must choose to be empowered, excited, magnetic. What will you choose?
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
When will it ever stop?
If you are reading this post, you have most likely read some of my other blogs. My most recent post was a story and song of apology to my readers for the long absence of adding new material to my blog. I vowed that I had changed my ways, that I no longer would leave you with nothing to read. That, and this promise.... (and I quote) from my blog on August 27th 2009, ".....don't worry. I am back".
If you don't know, (and you really should) it is November 18th. Eighty one days since I so eloquently promised to be diligent to writing in my blog. Truth is, it's depressing that it has been so long. But what really hits me in the gut is that just when I had determined to change, to repent of my wicked non-writing ways, I went and did something like this. In the midst of my triumphant decision to press forward I once again fell flat on my face. I broke my promise, and then broke my promise to not break promises. It feels awful. Unfortunately, this feeling is no stranger to me.
One of the most difficult struggles in my life as a Christian is that as the years add up, so do my broken promises of change and repentance to God. The story goes like this; I fall into temptation and sin. I feel deep guilt and remorse and repent to my Savior, promising to change. Then I do it again. This time, I find it harder to repent. Harder to be forgiven. Harder to pray. The difficulty lies in the fact that each time I trip over the same sin and ask forgiveness, I can't imagine a God who would want to forgive me. Or trust me. Or love me. "I've prayed for forgiveness so many times, I don't deserve to be forgiven" is often my thought. The feeling of being a disgrace to God has driven me away from God at times, and if you were honest I would imagine that you've experienced the same scenario. It reminds me of a story I once heard.
Along a strip of highway laid a small town of a couple hundred people called Shelton. Although Shelton was a quiet community, the highway that ran through the middle of it brought not only traffic, but traffic at a high speed. You see the speed limit that preceded the town was 55 mph. However, once you reached the outer limits of the town, the speed dropped to 30 mph. In this town there was only one police officer. His name was Ron. He was a volunteer. This story is about Ron.
On Monday in the town of Shelton, Ron was parked on the side of the road in his squad car when a car went whizzing by him at speed of at least 70mph. Ron quickly pulled onto the road, turned on his lights and pulled over the speeding car.
MONDAY
"Hi there. You in a hurry?" said Ron.
"Sorry officer." said Jed, the driver. "I am running late".
"I understand, but for your safety and the safety of others you really should drive the speed limit." said Ron.
"So, does this mean I get a warning?" said Jed.
"No, I am afraid not." said Ron. "However, You are in luck. Your fine is $310 today. But I am going to pay that in full for you."
"Is this a joke?" said Jed.
"No, not a joke. I actually pay for everyone's fines. It's my gift to you." said Ron.
"Well, I won't argue with that, thank you!" said Jed.
"Now drive safe." said Ron.
"I will, I promise." said Jed.
TUESDAY
"Well imagine this. It's you again!" said Ron, after pulling Jed over for the second time just a day later.
"Sorry Ron." said Jed, the driver. "I wasn't paying attention".
"I understand, but you know what is coming next?" said Ron.
" I imagine this time I will have to pay the fine?" said Jed.
"No, I will take care of it" said Ron. "I will always take care of it."
"How can you afford to pay for everyone's fine" said Jed.
"Well, everything I do and everything I have is about taking care of peoples fines" said Ron.
"Well, now I feel bad" said Jed.
"OK, then do me a favor and drive safe, OK?" said Ron.
"I will, I promise this time." said Jed.
WEDNESDAY
"Hi Jed." said Ron, after pulling Jed over for the third time in 3 days.
"I can't believe it happened again!" said Jed, the driver. " I am so sorry Ron, please don't pay for my fine, let me pay for it!".
"It's already been paid for." said Ron.
" How can you keep paying my fines when I don't deserve it?" said Jed. "I obviously haven't changed and there is no way I deserve your sacrifice?"
"True, very true" said Ron. " But that is grace. "
"What is grace?" asked Jed.
"Well grace is showing favor to someone, even when they don't deserve it" said Ron.
"Well, as much as grace helps me, I can't accept it" said Jed.
"I understand it is hard to accept." said Ron. "But, to truly show gratitude to me would mean to allow me to take care of your fine. That is my gift. Will you let me give it?"
"OK" said Jed. "But I will NEVER speed again!"
"Well, that is a very good goal for you to have." said Ron. "But even when you do, I am always going to pay your fine. Always."
So, I ask myself. When will it ever stop? When will the need for grace ever stop? The answer.... it won't. We will never come to a point in life when we stop needing grace. Whether we deserve it or not ( and we definetely don't), Jesus forgives our sins, loves us the same, accepts us as we are, and never remembers our dirtiness. So today, if you find yourself having a hard time letting Jesus forgive you because of your inability to change, know this; Jesus loves you. And, he loves to forgive the broken hearted, the sinner, the failure. He loves to offer forgiveness. Take it, love Him, and know that nothing can ever separate you from the love of your Heavenly Father.
If you don't know, (and you really should) it is November 18th. Eighty one days since I so eloquently promised to be diligent to writing in my blog. Truth is, it's depressing that it has been so long. But what really hits me in the gut is that just when I had determined to change, to repent of my wicked non-writing ways, I went and did something like this. In the midst of my triumphant decision to press forward I once again fell flat on my face. I broke my promise, and then broke my promise to not break promises. It feels awful. Unfortunately, this feeling is no stranger to me.
One of the most difficult struggles in my life as a Christian is that as the years add up, so do my broken promises of change and repentance to God. The story goes like this; I fall into temptation and sin. I feel deep guilt and remorse and repent to my Savior, promising to change. Then I do it again. This time, I find it harder to repent. Harder to be forgiven. Harder to pray. The difficulty lies in the fact that each time I trip over the same sin and ask forgiveness, I can't imagine a God who would want to forgive me. Or trust me. Or love me. "I've prayed for forgiveness so many times, I don't deserve to be forgiven" is often my thought. The feeling of being a disgrace to God has driven me away from God at times, and if you were honest I would imagine that you've experienced the same scenario. It reminds me of a story I once heard.
Along a strip of highway laid a small town of a couple hundred people called Shelton. Although Shelton was a quiet community, the highway that ran through the middle of it brought not only traffic, but traffic at a high speed. You see the speed limit that preceded the town was 55 mph. However, once you reached the outer limits of the town, the speed dropped to 30 mph. In this town there was only one police officer. His name was Ron. He was a volunteer. This story is about Ron.
On Monday in the town of Shelton, Ron was parked on the side of the road in his squad car when a car went whizzing by him at speed of at least 70mph. Ron quickly pulled onto the road, turned on his lights and pulled over the speeding car.
MONDAY
"Hi there. You in a hurry?" said Ron.
"Sorry officer." said Jed, the driver. "I am running late".
"I understand, but for your safety and the safety of others you really should drive the speed limit." said Ron.
"So, does this mean I get a warning?" said Jed.
"No, I am afraid not." said Ron. "However, You are in luck. Your fine is $310 today. But I am going to pay that in full for you."
"Is this a joke?" said Jed.
"No, not a joke. I actually pay for everyone's fines. It's my gift to you." said Ron.
"Well, I won't argue with that, thank you!" said Jed.
"Now drive safe." said Ron.
"I will, I promise." said Jed.
TUESDAY
"Well imagine this. It's you again!" said Ron, after pulling Jed over for the second time just a day later.
"Sorry Ron." said Jed, the driver. "I wasn't paying attention".
"I understand, but you know what is coming next?" said Ron.
" I imagine this time I will have to pay the fine?" said Jed.
"No, I will take care of it" said Ron. "I will always take care of it."
"How can you afford to pay for everyone's fine" said Jed.
"Well, everything I do and everything I have is about taking care of peoples fines" said Ron.
"Well, now I feel bad" said Jed.
"OK, then do me a favor and drive safe, OK?" said Ron.
"I will, I promise this time." said Jed.
WEDNESDAY
"Hi Jed." said Ron, after pulling Jed over for the third time in 3 days.
"I can't believe it happened again!" said Jed, the driver. " I am so sorry Ron, please don't pay for my fine, let me pay for it!".
"It's already been paid for." said Ron.
" How can you keep paying my fines when I don't deserve it?" said Jed. "I obviously haven't changed and there is no way I deserve your sacrifice?"
"True, very true" said Ron. " But that is grace. "
"What is grace?" asked Jed.
"Well grace is showing favor to someone, even when they don't deserve it" said Ron.
"Well, as much as grace helps me, I can't accept it" said Jed.
"I understand it is hard to accept." said Ron. "But, to truly show gratitude to me would mean to allow me to take care of your fine. That is my gift. Will you let me give it?"
"OK" said Jed. "But I will NEVER speed again!"
"Well, that is a very good goal for you to have." said Ron. "But even when you do, I am always going to pay your fine. Always."
So, I ask myself. When will it ever stop? When will the need for grace ever stop? The answer.... it won't. We will never come to a point in life when we stop needing grace. Whether we deserve it or not ( and we definetely don't), Jesus forgives our sins, loves us the same, accepts us as we are, and never remembers our dirtiness. So today, if you find yourself having a hard time letting Jesus forgive you because of your inability to change, know this; Jesus loves you. And, he loves to forgive the broken hearted, the sinner, the failure. He loves to offer forgiveness. Take it, love Him, and know that nothing can ever separate you from the love of your Heavenly Father.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Uhhh... whoops.
I took my wife Emily on a date the other night. We went to the movies, a place we both find rather refreshing. One of the great things about my wife is that she doesn't require a sappy chick flick to meet her movie expectations. Oh no. She will be just as satisfied watching the newest beat 'em up shoot 'em up action flick. (She's a rare breed). Unfortunately for me, their was no such action flick available for our date to the movies this particular evening. Our choice was between "The Time Travelers Wife", a movie about a dude who time travels and...... well you get the picture. AND "Julie and Julia", a movie about a current day 20 somethings woman cooking and blogging her way through Julia Child's cookbook. The votes were cast and it was unanimously Julie and Julia.
As I sat in the theater watching this movie about a girl who not only cooks ALL the recipes in her cookbook but also blogs about each experience, I was startled by the fact that in the hustle and bustle of summer, I had totally forgot to write in my OWN blog. Part of me thinks it is because I am cursed with forgetfulness, but another part of me doubted whether anyone really read this silly online poetic nonsense. So, if you are out there, here is a quick summary of my summer.
May - June-
School year ended, Spent a week in Mexico with my Youth Group, Found out we are having a baby! (Not the youth group, but me and my wife)
July-
Spent 2 weeks at camp, became the Science Supernova, and found out that we are having a baby boy!
August-
Had a late night BBQ with teens, Went to Seattle twice, and just got back from the Beach... burnt like an overcooked piece of toast.
But don't worry. I am back. I have awoken from my slumber, risen from ashes, regained my writing wand and am ready to attack with viscous force! (Sorry, I got a little carried away)
As I sat in the theater watching this movie about a girl who not only cooks ALL the recipes in her cookbook but also blogs about each experience, I was startled by the fact that in the hustle and bustle of summer, I had totally forgot to write in my OWN blog. Part of me thinks it is because I am cursed with forgetfulness, but another part of me doubted whether anyone really read this silly online poetic nonsense. So, if you are out there, here is a quick summary of my summer.
May - June-
School year ended, Spent a week in Mexico with my Youth Group, Found out we are having a baby! (Not the youth group, but me and my wife)
July-
Spent 2 weeks at camp, became the Science Supernova, and found out that we are having a baby boy!
August-
Had a late night BBQ with teens, Went to Seattle twice, and just got back from the Beach... burnt like an overcooked piece of toast.
But don't worry. I am back. I have awoken from my slumber, risen from ashes, regained my writing wand and am ready to attack with viscous force! (Sorry, I got a little carried away)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
some good ol' nothing.
Last night was our last school-year Youth Ministry event at Fultanos Pizza in Canby, and compared to our typical youth events it took on a different spin. We graduated a handful of 5th graders into our Middle School program, and sent our 8th graders through a ritualistic ceremony as they enter High School. And then.... nothing. I sat down, drank my soda, and let it happen. It. A very good thing.
I snapped of a picture of these funny girls letting it happen.
If I am being honest, sometimes in Youth Ministry I have nothing planned because I fell asleep on the job or because my creative juice was empty. But last night our lack of planned activity was on purpose. It was planned nothing. Sometimes I plan so intensely that I forget that spontaneous relational combustion is still alive and well. Basically kids will find fun, laugh a lot, enjoy each others company, create memories, get into trouble, and love every minute of it. And it is not simply youth ministry that this method of margin and open time should be adopted. Life needs times of nothing. Planned times of nothing.
A typical week for Emily and I includes a full days work, Life Group on Tuesday nights, youth group on Wednesday and Thursday nights, and typically an added ministry activity on either Monday or Friday nights. But this last week was different. Our Life Group was on hiatus for the summer, and we only had one ministry activity to occupy one night. You would think that I rejoiced in the freedom. Nearly the opposite. I sat at home, realizing I didn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have a tight schedule. I've lost sight of how to do it. How to relax, enjoy the moments, the relationships, the quiet. It looks like I might need to take my own advice and plan times of nothing. Because it is in those times I have found that rest comes. In those times you find joy in being with people you love. Who knows, maybe God is waiting for one of those times of quiet to be with you. To be with me.
I snapped of a picture of these funny girls letting it happen.If I am being honest, sometimes in Youth Ministry I have nothing planned because I fell asleep on the job or because my creative juice was empty. But last night our lack of planned activity was on purpose. It was planned nothing. Sometimes I plan so intensely that I forget that spontaneous relational combustion is still alive and well. Basically kids will find fun, laugh a lot, enjoy each others company, create memories, get into trouble, and love every minute of it. And it is not simply youth ministry that this method of margin and open time should be adopted. Life needs times of nothing. Planned times of nothing.
A typical week for Emily and I includes a full days work, Life Group on Tuesday nights, youth group on Wednesday and Thursday nights, and typically an added ministry activity on either Monday or Friday nights. But this last week was different. Our Life Group was on hiatus for the summer, and we only had one ministry activity to occupy one night. You would think that I rejoiced in the freedom. Nearly the opposite. I sat at home, realizing I didn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have a tight schedule. I've lost sight of how to do it. How to relax, enjoy the moments, the relationships, the quiet. It looks like I might need to take my own advice and plan times of nothing. Because it is in those times I have found that rest comes. In those times you find joy in being with people you love. Who knows, maybe God is waiting for one of those times of quiet to be with you. To be with me.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
2 steps forward, a nasty shove backward.
In general, I am the type of person who has a pretty optimistic personality. I root for the underdog, shoot for the stars, believe anything is possible. Nothing really gets me down, or so I thought. today I was milling around on one of my favorite Youth Ministry websites when I came across an arcticle about the 2009 MTV Movie awards. Now, this is where my natural tendency toward optimism turned into defeat and frustration. Give this a read.
"MTV is bringing out the big guns this year. Andy Samberg, one of Gen Y's favorite personas from Saturday Night Live, will be hosting the event. Samberg is the guy who brought us those wonderful toe-tappin' tunes like "D--k in a Box" and "J--z in My Pants," (which was one of the top music videos on iTunes when it was released), and the most recent digital short featuring Justin Timberlake which has the chorus, "We should f*** each other's mother".........
What's in store for this year? Who knows? The only prediction I am willing to make is that the show will draw in several million teenage viewers. So, if you want to know what teenagers are watching these days and who they're listening to, say a prayer, and turn on MTV this Sunday night. "
Did you hear yourself read that last paragraph? It said that millions of teens are going to watch. My deepest fear and what I believe to be reality is that what our teens are watching is a visual, verbal, and physical message of what adults in today's society expect of our teens as they enter into adulthood. It's the "gospel" of the today's world, the standard by which to live. This stuff kills me. It makes me feel as though my efforts to reach a generation in the name of Jesus are simply specks of nothingness compared the powerful message of the MTV promoting, foul language engaging, sexually explicit showing bunch of adults who do not realize what they are teaching the youth of today, and the adults of tomorrow. I mean, one of the categories for the MTV Movie Awards is "best WTF Moment", (WTF standing for What the F***). Give me a break.
Many people would read my article and say to me, "Neal, this stuff isn't any different than they are hearing on the playground at school or in the locker room". To that, I would have to agree. But last time I checked MTV is run by adults, not kids in a locker room. But that too would be incorrect, for it looks as though adults will simply bend today's moral standard to mirror the 'locker room' conversations of today's youth. What an unfortunate situation we are in.
So as I take steps to teach today's youth about love and purity, honesty and integrity, self control and morality, it looks like there are others who choose to teach otherwise. What a shove backward. Let's hope that each teen watching on Sunday also has someone in their life taking steps to teach them about living for Jesus.
"MTV is bringing out the big guns this year. Andy Samberg, one of Gen Y's favorite personas from Saturday Night Live, will be hosting the event. Samberg is the guy who brought us those wonderful toe-tappin' tunes like "D--k in a Box" and "J--z in My Pants," (which was one of the top music videos on iTunes when it was released), and the most recent digital short featuring Justin Timberlake which has the chorus, "We should f*** each other's mother".........
What's in store for this year? Who knows? The only prediction I am willing to make is that the show will draw in several million teenage viewers. So, if you want to know what teenagers are watching these days and who they're listening to, say a prayer, and turn on MTV this Sunday night. "
Did you hear yourself read that last paragraph? It said that millions of teens are going to watch. My deepest fear and what I believe to be reality is that what our teens are watching is a visual, verbal, and physical message of what adults in today's society expect of our teens as they enter into adulthood. It's the "gospel" of the today's world, the standard by which to live. This stuff kills me. It makes me feel as though my efforts to reach a generation in the name of Jesus are simply specks of nothingness compared the powerful message of the MTV promoting, foul language engaging, sexually explicit showing bunch of adults who do not realize what they are teaching the youth of today, and the adults of tomorrow. I mean, one of the categories for the MTV Movie Awards is "best WTF Moment", (WTF standing for What the F***). Give me a break.
Many people would read my article and say to me, "Neal, this stuff isn't any different than they are hearing on the playground at school or in the locker room". To that, I would have to agree. But last time I checked MTV is run by adults, not kids in a locker room. But that too would be incorrect, for it looks as though adults will simply bend today's moral standard to mirror the 'locker room' conversations of today's youth. What an unfortunate situation we are in.
So as I take steps to teach today's youth about love and purity, honesty and integrity, self control and morality, it looks like there are others who choose to teach otherwise. What a shove backward. Let's hope that each teen watching on Sunday also has someone in their life taking steps to teach them about living for Jesus.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
A long time coming
I can't believe the month of May has slipped by me without the chance to update you on what's going on in my life and ministry. In May we had 2 major events happen that soaked up a bunch of our time and energy. On May 2nd we had our 15 annual Mexico Missions Trip Auction that raised over $14,000 for our Summer trip to Mexico. Each year I take a group of Youth to Mexico through Amor Ministries to build homes for underprivileged families. This year we will be building a double house for a family in Rosarito, Mexico.
On May 6th Emily and I took off for a much needed vacation to the East Coast. Doug Fields, a veteran Youth Pastor once said that in ministry, the only vacation worth taking is a long one. In his experiences of taking short vacations he said he spent the first few days recouping and worrying about everything he left behind, then a few days of relaxation, and then the last few days worrying about what you were going back to. I like his vacationalogy.
For this very reason, Emily and I decided to take a 10 day vacation. We started our trip with 5 days in Washington DC. We were able to visit many awesome sites and really enjoyed the city. We stayed with some family who lived in the suburbs surrounding DC. We then took a 4.5 hour bus ride north to the great New York City. We stayed in a hotel in the heart of Times Square and were even able to see a few shows on Broadway. (Phantom and The Lion King). Above is a picture of Emily and I on the Empire State building. What a view.
After this trip, I realized that breaks from life are really important. We go and we go and we go, and sometimes we don't realize how warn out we are until we remove ourselves from the grind of life. It's no reason why so many of us leave for vacation tired and weary.
Now that we are back, my mind moves toward the activities of the summer time. Summer in Youth Ministry has it's perks, but also has its drawbacks. The perks..? Warm weather, Fun activities, summer camps, rest. The drawbacks...? Sticky and sweaty, have to plan activities, a week in a bunk with a middle schooler...(the list shall stop there). But really, I enjoy summer very much. It brings new life to all things. Relationships, maturity, personal strength, outlook on life. Summer is coming and I am ready.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Swine Flu... Hogwash.
If it wasn't the scare of violoence, behold another hindrance on our path to the promise land.
The closer we get to June 13th, the more seriously I consider our options as a Youth Missions team planning on heading to Mexico. Just this week I became someone who at first said "What's Swine Flu?" to saying "I hate Swine Flu". After all that's transpired in Mexico, you can't help but imagine and believe that something is trying to keep our small group of Christian servants out of Mexico. Out of the place we planned to go. Away from the people we planned to help. Planned to build for. Planned to love.
If you are reading this, I hope you might just do one thing. Pray with me. That's it. Pray. I'm gonna go pray now, since it is 2:13am and God's got me awake for some reason.
The closer we get to June 13th, the more seriously I consider our options as a Youth Missions team planning on heading to Mexico. Just this week I became someone who at first said "What's Swine Flu?" to saying "I hate Swine Flu". After all that's transpired in Mexico, you can't help but imagine and believe that something is trying to keep our small group of Christian servants out of Mexico. Out of the place we planned to go. Away from the people we planned to help. Planned to build for. Planned to love.
If you are reading this, I hope you might just do one thing. Pray with me. That's it. Pray. I'm gonna go pray now, since it is 2:13am and God's got me awake for some reason.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Let's get dangerous.
Meet Lee.
Lee is a relatively new volunteer in our Middle School ministry at Canby Christian Church. As you can see, Lee has jumped right in to ministering to Middle Schoolers.
Here's the story.
This past Thursday at ELEVATE ( our Middle School mid-week program) we played a game called musical couch. Basically, 35 kids circle one couch until the music stops, at which everyone attempts to find a place on the couch. Those who are touching the ground are out.
In his attempt to find a spot on the couch, Lee emerged with a beautiful shiner. Five minutes later another one of our staffers came out of the pile with blood dripping from a hole in her lip. Ouch. Fortunately, no Middle Schooler's were hurt in the process of this game. But the truth is out; Ministry can be dangerous.
Committing yourself to ministry can come with some hazards. Late nights, unruly kids, frustration, exhaustion, and yes sometimes an injury or too. It will most often require hard work and will typically only be fruitful if sacrifice is required. Look at what Jesus said about sacrifice.
Matthew 16:24-28 (The Message)
Then Jesus went to work on his disciples. "Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You're not in the driver's seat; I am. Don't run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I'll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What kind of deal is it to get everything you want but lose yourself? What could you ever trade your soul for?
To go even further, Jesus tells us that loving people is a close second place right below loving God. So I believe Jesus would also ask us..
"What kind of deal is it to get everything you want but lose those you love?"
Being a follower of Jesus isn't easy. It's not always safe, or comfortable, or ideal. But it is worth it. It is worth the black-eye's and the bloody lips. The late nights and the loud Christian punk music. It's worth it. They are worth it.
So thanks Lee and Melanie for taking one in the face for Jesus. I bet he loved it!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Note to self.
Do you know you talk to yourself? Really, you do. The truth is, we all do. As we think and ponder our next moves in life, whether it be our next decision, relationship challenge or words we say in simple conversation, our minds are continually firing blurbs of conversation between our head & heart. These blurbs include,
Should I say this?
What if I did this?
Can I get that done in time?
How will that person feel if I change my mind?
Will anyone know?
I should, but I really don't want to...
Without even knowing it we examine what we'll gain, what we'll lose, how we'll feel in the end all in a matter of milliseconds. And in those split second conversations we have with ourselves, decisions are made. That is how thinking happens. It is happening right now to you and right now to me. It does feel kind of funny to be writing while I am thinking.... I feel mentally naked somehow. Wait I should have written vulnerable instead of naked. Naked might offend some people. Erase. But wait, maybe I should leave naked, and write that I THOUGHT about changing it, but I that I left it to show people vulnerability in my conversation with myself. Then I will tell them why I explained myself out loud in writing, in order to show clue them in on my topic of discussion, but that will require me explaining more.... wait a second.... this will never stop. This was a bad ide....nah.... it was brilliant.
You see? We all do it. We all converse with ourselves. We hash out the nasty thoughts and the hurtful feelings. Our choices. Our thoughts. The ongoing conversation you have in your mind with yourself is probably pretty rough around the edges. It's rough because it is real. When we talk to ourselves we don't hold our tongue or withdraw our emotions. We lay everything out on the table. In my mind, with just I, me, and self present, vulnerability is at full tilt.
God wants some of that.
God doesn't want our prissy pretty-ed up conversation, He doesn't care to hear our niceties and our rambling of blessings and prayer for this and that... blah blah blah. He wants raw. He wants real. He wants to be talked to the way you talk to yourself. It might not be pretty, but it's the truth. He desires for us to present ourselves just the way we are, but with humility, remembering that we are unworthy. To give God any less in our conversation would simply be cutting him short of who we really are.
Should I say this?
What if I did this?
Can I get that done in time?
How will that person feel if I change my mind?
Will anyone know?
I should, but I really don't want to...
Without even knowing it we examine what we'll gain, what we'll lose, how we'll feel in the end all in a matter of milliseconds. And in those split second conversations we have with ourselves, decisions are made. That is how thinking happens. It is happening right now to you and right now to me. It does feel kind of funny to be writing while I am thinking.... I feel mentally naked somehow. Wait I should have written vulnerable instead of naked. Naked might offend some people. Erase. But wait, maybe I should leave naked, and write that I THOUGHT about changing it, but I that I left it to show people vulnerability in my conversation with myself. Then I will tell them why I explained myself out loud in writing, in order to show clue them in on my topic of discussion, but that will require me explaining more.... wait a second.... this will never stop. This was a bad ide....nah.... it was brilliant.
You see? We all do it. We all converse with ourselves. We hash out the nasty thoughts and the hurtful feelings. Our choices. Our thoughts. The ongoing conversation you have in your mind with yourself is probably pretty rough around the edges. It's rough because it is real. When we talk to ourselves we don't hold our tongue or withdraw our emotions. We lay everything out on the table. In my mind, with just I, me, and self present, vulnerability is at full tilt.
God wants some of that.
God doesn't want our prissy pretty-ed up conversation, He doesn't care to hear our niceties and our rambling of blessings and prayer for this and that... blah blah blah. He wants raw. He wants real. He wants to be talked to the way you talk to yourself. It might not be pretty, but it's the truth. He desires for us to present ourselves just the way we are, but with humility, remembering that we are unworthy. To give God any less in our conversation would simply be cutting him short of who we really are.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
A week of pain-t
It seems like such a long time since I posted on this blog. As I write this I can feel the soreness and pain in my body from this weeks work. This past week has been super busy as I have been orchestrating the second phase of our Youth Center painting project. We have been working to finish the painting in our worship room. Below you will find some before, during, and after pictures of the project.
It is amazing to think it was 1 year ago this week that we started on Phase 1 of the painting project. I never thought it would have taken this long to finish what we started. I guess that goes to show that all things worth while take time to and energy. I would like to say a huge thank you to all those who came to help with the project. There is no way it could have been done without you!
(This is my wife Emily and me.)
It is amazing to think it was 1 year ago this week that we started on Phase 1 of the painting project. I never thought it would have taken this long to finish what we started. I guess that goes to show that all things worth while take time to and energy. I would like to say a huge thank you to all those who came to help with the project. There is no way it could have been done without you!
(This is my wife Emily and me.)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
On Cloud Nine, really?
Do you ever wonder where witty phrases come from? Phrases like "She's drop dead gorgeous!", or "Let the Cat out of the bag" or my personal favorite "Pop a squat". Or how about the common phrase "On Cloud Nine". I mean, are clouds really numbered? Really? Well, yes in fact they are.
I checked the Morris Dictionary of Word and Phrase Origins, and according to them the phrase is based on U.S. Weather Service terminology. This idea says that cloud types are numbered, and that "cloud nine" is the name given to "cumulonimbus" clouds, the highest clouds in the sky, making "cloud nine" a fitting metaphor for being high on life, or on top of the world (I did again).
The funny think about this funny phrase is that in my opinion, the phrase immediately contradicts itself. It uses something that never brings happiness to describe a sense of happiness. I mean come on, do clouds bring anyone happiness? No. They bring darkness, and rain, despair, gloom, misery, depression, grief, sorrow (the list could go on, my thesaurus is full of sad words). I want to shrivel up and cry just talking about clouds. I like the sun, and the warmth it pulses upon my skin. I like to see the blue of the sky. For me, the best choice is clear. Very clear.
And you know what, it wasn't until I was 16 years old and flew in an airplane for the first time that I realized that, above all those giant joy-sucking clouds is precious wasted blue sky. That means that while I may only see dreariness and struggle, Above it all, in God's kingdom things are all blue and sunny.
This very connection between weather and God quickly bring about so many questions of life and faith in my mind. Why does life have to be full of hardship? Why can't it be sunny all the time? Why can't God make the cloudy issues disappear in my life? You know, share the clear sky? But I know better than that. I know that without clouds we would have no rain. And without rain we would have no water, no vegetation, no beauty. I guess without the gray times we wouldn't have richness in our world. Without the dark times in life, we wouldn't ever have to persevere, learn to trust, grow. I guess knowing God's up there in the blue sea, and I'm down here makes me realize that my God is powerful. Of course God has the power to clear up the difficult storms in my life, but He desires my reliance on Him. Knowing he loves and cares for me.
So God, I sure do enjoy the sunshine, but I guess the clouds have their purpose. I guess that, although your on top of Cloud nine right now, you've given me what I need. Thanks for the clouds.
I checked the Morris Dictionary of Word and Phrase Origins, and according to them the phrase is based on U.S. Weather Service terminology. This idea says that cloud types are numbered, and that "cloud nine" is the name given to "cumulonimbus" clouds, the highest clouds in the sky, making "cloud nine" a fitting metaphor for being high on life, or on top of the world (I did again).
The funny think about this funny phrase is that in my opinion, the phrase immediately contradicts itself. It uses something that never brings happiness to describe a sense of happiness. I mean come on, do clouds bring anyone happiness? No. They bring darkness, and rain, despair, gloom, misery, depression, grief, sorrow (the list could go on, my thesaurus is full of sad words). I want to shrivel up and cry just talking about clouds. I like the sun, and the warmth it pulses upon my skin. I like to see the blue of the sky. For me, the best choice is clear. Very clear.
And you know what, it wasn't until I was 16 years old and flew in an airplane for the first time that I realized that, above all those giant joy-sucking clouds is precious wasted blue sky. That means that while I may only see dreariness and struggle, Above it all, in God's kingdom things are all blue and sunny.
This very connection between weather and God quickly bring about so many questions of life and faith in my mind. Why does life have to be full of hardship? Why can't it be sunny all the time? Why can't God make the cloudy issues disappear in my life? You know, share the clear sky? But I know better than that. I know that without clouds we would have no rain. And without rain we would have no water, no vegetation, no beauty. I guess without the gray times we wouldn't have richness in our world. Without the dark times in life, we wouldn't ever have to persevere, learn to trust, grow. I guess knowing God's up there in the blue sea, and I'm down here makes me realize that my God is powerful. Of course God has the power to clear up the difficult storms in my life, but He desires my reliance on Him. Knowing he loves and cares for me.
So God, I sure do enjoy the sunshine, but I guess the clouds have their purpose. I guess that, although your on top of Cloud nine right now, you've given me what I need. Thanks for the clouds.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
On the Radio
Today I went home for lunch at noon and went through my typical routine. I checked the mail, let the dog inside and turned on Wheels at Work (Sports Radio) and began making myself my lunch.
The topic on the radio today was Greg Oden, and his most recent injury to his knee. (If you are not familiar with the scenario, he has spent substantial time sidelined due to injuries.)
I listened as callers called in and said things like, "I am tired of excuses, he is our 1st round pick and he isn't cutting it" and asking "Does he even really want to play?". I got so frustrated that I grabbed my phone and called Wheels myself. After 15 minutes on hold, I was finally on the air... "Neal in Canby, what's up?" he said. Now very nervous, I began to explain how it is a sad thing when people don't care about Oden as an actual person, but only care about the Blazers winning. I suggested that more positive reinforcement would make his return faster, better, and more productive.
After I got off the phone, I listened to Wheeler and his partner talk about it, and for the most part they agreed with me. The next caller however did not at all. His attitude was, "we pay him millions to play, so get on the court!"
After processing this event, I realized something different about me than others. For some, Greg is just a means to a selfish end. An NBA championship for Portland. Who cares if we hurt him or discard him or use him, as long as it works. I realized that because of Christ in my life, I have grown to look at the person, their feelings, their well-being. Sure I would love for the Blazers to win, but in the grand scheme of life, what happens to people along the way is what really matters.
Truth is, I probably don't make a very good sports fan. I probably had no business calling in to a die hard sports radio show when I am a 'once-in-a-while' listener. But what happened today reinforced what I believe, and what is most valuable. People.
Matthew 12:30-31
And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength. The second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. No other commandment is greater than these.
PS: Go BLAZERS!!!!!!!!
The topic on the radio today was Greg Oden, and his most recent injury to his knee. (If you are not familiar with the scenario, he has spent substantial time sidelined due to injuries.)
I listened as callers called in and said things like, "I am tired of excuses, he is our 1st round pick and he isn't cutting it" and asking "Does he even really want to play?". I got so frustrated that I grabbed my phone and called Wheels myself. After 15 minutes on hold, I was finally on the air... "Neal in Canby, what's up?" he said. Now very nervous, I began to explain how it is a sad thing when people don't care about Oden as an actual person, but only care about the Blazers winning. I suggested that more positive reinforcement would make his return faster, better, and more productive.After I got off the phone, I listened to Wheeler and his partner talk about it, and for the most part they agreed with me. The next caller however did not at all. His attitude was, "we pay him millions to play, so get on the court!"
After processing this event, I realized something different about me than others. For some, Greg is just a means to a selfish end. An NBA championship for Portland. Who cares if we hurt him or discard him or use him, as long as it works. I realized that because of Christ in my life, I have grown to look at the person, their feelings, their well-being. Sure I would love for the Blazers to win, but in the grand scheme of life, what happens to people along the way is what really matters.
Truth is, I probably don't make a very good sports fan. I probably had no business calling in to a die hard sports radio show when I am a 'once-in-a-while' listener. But what happened today reinforced what I believe, and what is most valuable. People.
Matthew 12:30-31
And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength. The second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. No other commandment is greater than these.
PS: Go BLAZERS!!!!!!!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Concert news.
For the most part, I tend to not be a huge christian concert guy. Actually, not just Christian concerts, any concerts. Up until about 5 minutes ago, I wasn't quite sure why. But after thinking about it for a bit, I realize there are 3 distinct reason why I've been less than motivated to go concerts in the past.
1. Money. $50 for a ticket.... no thanks.
2. Hype. I don't want to be one of those raving fans who clammers to get an autograph from a normal guy who happens to play the guitar pretty good, and also happens to pick his nose just like I do. No thanks.
3. Comfort. I happen to be 6'3" tall and way a 2 bucks plus some change, and so my thought is this. If I am going sit in an itty bitty seat for 3 hours, or stand amongst a group of sweaty people who feel the need to jump up and down allot, I had better be at the NBA Finals watching the Blazers or something of that nature. Not listening to a song that is also available on my Ipod at home.
Now after writing this article, I must say that I am turning over a new leaf. My days of concert hating are over, for a concert tailered just for me has been brought to Portland. The Rock and Worship Roadshow. For only $10, I can go to a concert that also features worship and speakers. Bands such as Hawk Nelson, Jeremy Camp, Mercy Me, and Tenth Avenue North will be there. Although I may be uncomrfortable in my itty bitty seat, I know that I didn't break my pocketbook going to this great event.
If you are in Middle School or High School and are interested in going to THE ROCK AND WORSHIP CONCERT, go to the churches website to get more details.
www.canbychristian.org
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1. Money. $50 for a ticket.... no thanks.
2. Hype. I don't want to be one of those raving fans who clammers to get an autograph from a normal guy who happens to play the guitar pretty good, and also happens to pick his nose just like I do. No thanks.
3. Comfort. I happen to be 6'3" tall and way a 2 bucks plus some change, and so my thought is this. If I am going sit in an itty bitty seat for 3 hours, or stand amongst a group of sweaty people who feel the need to jump up and down allot, I had better be at the NBA Finals watching the Blazers or something of that nature. Not listening to a song that is also available on my Ipod at home.
Now after writing this article, I must say that I am turning over a new leaf. My days of concert hating are over, for a concert tailered just for me has been brought to Portland. The Rock and Worship Roadshow. For only $10, I can go to a concert that also features worship and speakers. Bands such as Hawk Nelson, Jeremy Camp, Mercy Me, and Tenth Avenue North will be there. Although I may be uncomrfortable in my itty bitty seat, I know that I didn't break my pocketbook going to this great event.
If you are in Middle School or High School and are interested in going to THE ROCK AND WORSHIP CONCERT, go to the churches website to get more details.
www.canbychristian.org
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
It all melts away...
Good morning.
Last night was our MAIN EVENT at Youth Group (which means we combine High School and Middle School). We had an awesome night of worship, crazy games, and even a baptism! But before I get too far into it, let's back up in my day, because it was a doozy.
It seems like every time we have a Main Event, I am in for a hectic day. Setting up worship gear, picking up a baptismal tub ( By the way, thanks Craig at Wilco for helping is out!) Practicing for worship, planning the nights activities, etc. But I have to say, the moment we experienced the baptism of one our Middle School girls, all the time and frustration and hectic brain hurting stoppped. Again last night I realized that nothing is more important, more amazing, and plain out awesome than someone making the decision to walk with Christ! I could use more of that. I could use more of the awareness that everything in life; my truck and my job and my stress and my anal-ness to have everything at youth group just right.... ughh. It all melts away when you see someone find Jesus.
So Makaila, I look forward to shooting hoops with you in heaven someday. It's a good day.
Last night was our MAIN EVENT at Youth Group (which means we combine High School and Middle School). We had an awesome night of worship, crazy games, and even a baptism! But before I get too far into it, let's back up in my day, because it was a doozy.
It seems like every time we have a Main Event, I am in for a hectic day. Setting up worship gear, picking up a baptismal tub ( By the way, thanks Craig at Wilco for helping is out!) Practicing for worship, planning the nights activities, etc. But I have to say, the moment we experienced the baptism of one our Middle School girls, all the time and frustration and hectic brain hurting stoppped. Again last night I realized that nothing is more important, more amazing, and plain out awesome than someone making the decision to walk with Christ! I could use more of that. I could use more of the awareness that everything in life; my truck and my job and my stress and my anal-ness to have everything at youth group just right.... ughh. It all melts away when you see someone find Jesus.
So Makaila, I look forward to shooting hoops with you in heaven someday. It's a good day.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Blessed to be a Bragger
This is an article I wrote for our church's newsletter. It's about my church and our youth missions trip and how.... you know what, I'll just let you read it.
I would imagine that if I were a professional basketball player, I would undoubtedly rub shoulders with other professional athletes. Or say I was a lawyer. I would probably spend a sizeable amount of time around other lawyer types. The same probably goes for Policemen, Hair stylists, Comedians and yes – Pastors. As a Pastor, I spend a decent amount of time with fellow pastors. And although our conversation is probably much different than that of a group of pro athletes or say hair stylists (sometimes I wonder though), we do share one very instinctual conversational tactic; we like to brag.
Now, we don’t brag about our new shoe endorsements or the 2.3 million dollar scandal we just unveiled, but we do in fact brag about things that we are very proud of. Our bragging usually consists of children, family, youth groups, the sweet half-off deal we managed to broker with the local laser-tag guy….. you know, Youth Ministry stuff. But for me, the thing I have found myself bragging about most recently is not something I did, but some people I know. Truth is, I brag about you.
You read it right, I brag about you. And not just once, but repeatedly. When I am sitting on a smelly youth-room couch in a meeting with my fellow Youth Pastors, I brag about the best, #1, most loving and generous group of people known as Canby Christian Church. I brag because I cherish your thoughtfulness, and your diligence toward seeking Christ. I’ve experienced your love and dedication and it is awesome. Fact is, your number one in my book.
One particular trait that I like to brag about is how our church family rallies and supports our youth Missions trip to Mexico. I often hear horror stories from Youth Pastors of lack of funds and church support, rained-out car washes and lemonade stands that make $43 for 8 hours work. I am blessed to be a part of a church family that realizes the importance of our youth, and the exposure they get to the global need for the gospel of Jesus. In my past 2 years I have been overwhelmed by your generosity. Thank you for your support.
As our 2009 Mexico Auction approaches, I would like to again ask you for your help. We are in need many items to sell at our annual auction. This auction is our sole fund-raising event to help offset the cost of our trip to Mexico in June. Would you start praying to God and asking yourself, “What can I give”? In the next few weeks we will be making in-service announcement that will provide you with details as to how and when you can give.
I look forward to seeing how God will work through you in partnership with our Mexico Missions Trip. Thank you Canby Christian Church for being who you are. Without you, who knows what I would brag about!
I would imagine that if I were a professional basketball player, I would undoubtedly rub shoulders with other professional athletes. Or say I was a lawyer. I would probably spend a sizeable amount of time around other lawyer types. The same probably goes for Policemen, Hair stylists, Comedians and yes – Pastors. As a Pastor, I spend a decent amount of time with fellow pastors. And although our conversation is probably much different than that of a group of pro athletes or say hair stylists (sometimes I wonder though), we do share one very instinctual conversational tactic; we like to brag.
Now, we don’t brag about our new shoe endorsements or the 2.3 million dollar scandal we just unveiled, but we do in fact brag about things that we are very proud of. Our bragging usually consists of children, family, youth groups, the sweet half-off deal we managed to broker with the local laser-tag guy….. you know, Youth Ministry stuff. But for me, the thing I have found myself bragging about most recently is not something I did, but some people I know. Truth is, I brag about you.
You read it right, I brag about you. And not just once, but repeatedly. When I am sitting on a smelly youth-room couch in a meeting with my fellow Youth Pastors, I brag about the best, #1, most loving and generous group of people known as Canby Christian Church. I brag because I cherish your thoughtfulness, and your diligence toward seeking Christ. I’ve experienced your love and dedication and it is awesome. Fact is, your number one in my book.
One particular trait that I like to brag about is how our church family rallies and supports our youth Missions trip to Mexico. I often hear horror stories from Youth Pastors of lack of funds and church support, rained-out car washes and lemonade stands that make $43 for 8 hours work. I am blessed to be a part of a church family that realizes the importance of our youth, and the exposure they get to the global need for the gospel of Jesus. In my past 2 years I have been overwhelmed by your generosity. Thank you for your support.
As our 2009 Mexico Auction approaches, I would like to again ask you for your help. We are in need many items to sell at our annual auction. This auction is our sole fund-raising event to help offset the cost of our trip to Mexico in June. Would you start praying to God and asking yourself, “What can I give”? In the next few weeks we will be making in-service announcement that will provide you with details as to how and when you can give.
I look forward to seeing how God will work through you in partnership with our Mexico Missions Trip. Thank you Canby Christian Church for being who you are. Without you, who knows what I would brag about!
Monday, February 23, 2009
A Birthday to remember..
Yesterday when I came to the church, I was pleasantly surprised by the changes made to my office. (See pictures below).
The funny part about the whole deal is that it took me nearly an hour to clean up the decorations. But, I will take it. I will take it today, and tomorrow and forever and ever. I will take it because I have found that when it comes to pranks, jokes, gifts and pokes ( ... it rhymed with jokes, give me a break), we do them out of love. So, to those of you who decorated my office. Thanks for the love, even though it felt more like cleaning up my room when I was 6.
The funny part about the whole deal is that it took me nearly an hour to clean up the decorations. But, I will take it. I will take it today, and tomorrow and forever and ever. I will take it because I have found that when it comes to pranks, jokes, gifts and pokes ( ... it rhymed with jokes, give me a break), we do them out of love. So, to those of you who decorated my office. Thanks for the love, even though it felt more like cleaning up my room when I was 6.
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