Friday, August 29, 2014

How to Make a Disciple


Evangelism is a dirty word to some. Outsiders to faith view evangelism as the process by which believers attempt to manipulate nonbelievers into believing. They recoil from those that try to evangelize them the same way you might a door knocking Jehovah’s Witness or Mormon.

Surprisingly, nonbelievers are not the only ones who treat evangelism like a dirty word. Whenever I broach the subject of evangelism with Christians, I can see them visibly brace. They associate talk about evangelism with a guilt trip. Previous experiences have conditioned them to expect people like me to use guilt or other manipulative tactics on them in order to motivate them to go out and use guilt or other manipulative tactics on others.

Given the association of evangelism with guilt and manipulation by believers and nonbelievers alike, it is no wonder that evangelism has become to a dirty word to so many. Yet, believers are conflicted as they attempt to believe for themselves while leaving others alone. We recognize that evangelism is a crucial aspect of what it means to be a Christian. After all, Jesus sent us out into all the world to make disciples.

But before we get to the guilt or manipulation that you may be bracing yourself to hear, let’s consider Jesus’ words carefully. Jesus did not send us out to insist to people that God is not dead. He did not send us out to reason with them about the rationality of Scripture. He did not send us out to convince people of their sin. He did not even send us out to teach people god’s plan of salvation. Jesus sent us out to make disciples. All of the other stuff comes after that. The baptizing, the Bible studying, the reasoning, and the doctrines of the faith all come after the business of making a disciple.

That leads me to some good news and at least one piece of tough-to-hear news. Let’s start with the good news. Making disciples isn’t as messy as the dominant methods that believers and nonbelievers alike have come to associate with evangelism. After all, I can’t make you be my disciple. Neither can I effectively manipulate you into being my disciple for long. If I recruit you with guilt or other manipulative tactics, there will come a time when you get wise to me. And you will run. Making disciples isn’t about taking captives and brainwashing them until they think and do what you want. Making disciples demands that the disciple want to be a disciple.

If we wanted merely to make disciples of ourselves, disciple making would be simple enough. We would look only for those people who were attracted to us and who, for whatever reason they might have, wanted to be like us. Yet, if we are thinking about making disciples in a way consistent with Jesus’ intentions, we are not making our own disciples, we are making disciples of Jesus. That leads me to the tough-to-hear news: you can’t make a disciple unless you are a disciple. And the same rules apply for being a disciple as for making one.

You cannot be a disciple of Jesus simply by believing that God exists. You cannot be a disciple just by accepting the validity of Scripture. You cannot be a disciple just because you have become convinced that you are a sinner in need of the grace of God. And you don’t automatically become a disciple of Jesus just by believing, repenting, making the good confession, and being baptized. There is only one way to become a disciple of Jesus. You have to start following him.

To be a disciple of Jesus, we have to be people that put the interests of others above those of our own. We have to be people who are willing to lose the battle so as not to become what we wanted to fight against. We have to people who bless when others curses us, rejoices with those who rejoice, mourn with those who mourn and who do what is right in the eyes of everyone. We cannot be conceited. We must be willing to listen (and actually hear what the other person is saying). We have to show compassion that is rooted in empathy rather than pity. And we have to people who admit our mistakes.

If we are inviting others to follow Jesus (and not ourselves), then we have to admit when we do a lousy job of it. We don’t have to be perfect disciples—we don’t even have to be good at it yet, but we do have to be disciples of Jesus to make disciples.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Primitive Camping and Modern Privilege


On the night of August 15, Kara and I took the kids camping for Levi’s birthday. We packed up the van with more stuff than we needed and we headed toward Lometa to the land of my ancestors (is that too dramatic?).

When we got there, we transferred the van load to the pickup my grandmother keeps on her ranch and we headed across the pasture to the bend in the creek where I have gradually created a pleasant (yet primitive) campsite. We set up the tents, unloaded the truck, and then I used various attachments for my weed eater as I cleared the brush and cut the tall grass that had grown up where we intended to camp.

Did I mention yet that we did all of this on August 15? There is no way of justifying some kinds of stupid.

Years ago, I carried large rocks out from the creek bottom and erected a crude fireplace. I place a grill grate over the top of it and use the hot coals below to cook. That night, I cooked hot dogs and my dad (my parents and grandmother joined us for dinner only; they are not crazy) cooked a massive single sheet of hamburger meat (to which he inexplicably mixed in a pound of pork sausage to add taste to the meat and subtract years from the remainder of our lives). After cooking the meat, he placed the meat on top of the bottom half of a sheet of Hawaiian rolls, placed the other half of the sheet of rolls on top, and used a pizza cutter to carve them up into sliders. Eating the hot dogs and the tasty sliders, I thought to myself, “Why don’t we go camping more often?”

By the time we had roasted marshmallows, eaten s’mores, and put out the fire, I had my answer. Levi melted down from exhaustion and it took a while to convince him that we were really going to sleep in the tent. He finally gave it up and went to sleep around 9 PM. Kara herded the other kids (my older two and a nine-year-old nephew) to their tent (right next to ours).

Ordinarily, I enjoy the time after the kids go to sleep when I am camping and, to be sure, I enjoyed the time I spent talking to Kara as we looked up at the stars. We tried to guess which moving objects were airplanes and which ones were satellites. We saw at least one shooting star. And we talked about other things too—things that mattered and things that didn’t. It was all very nice except for one minor detail.

Did I mention it was August?

At midnight, the temperature had cooled to a frosty 32 degrees…Celsius (that’s 90 degrees Fahrenheit if you are keeping score at home).

As we lie sweating in our tent and trying to get to sleep amid the chirping cicada, croaking frogs, and snoring kids (seriously, one of them was sawing logs), Kara said. “Nothing reveals our privilege like camping out for a night.”

I certainly like camping more than my wife, but I had to agree with her point. We take so much for granted. To make matters worse, we are rarely content with the comforts we have. There is always something more to aspire to if we allow ourselves. A bigger house. A more comfortable mattress. Easier-to-use tools in the kitchen or the garage. And then there is air conditioning—we sleep in homes where we can determine the temperature inside and we still groan if our west facing rooms are warmer than the rest of the house.

As we struggled to fall asleep despite the absence of our first world “necessities,” I forced myself to remember how privileged I am. In a world threatened by race riots, terrorists, broken ceasefires, and ongoing revolutions, my present hardship was that it was too hot and too noisy for me to fall asleep. I prayed. I started to thank God for what I had, but that felt shallow—just an extension of the very privilege at the source of my trouble. I repented instead. How can I claim to be a disciple of the one whose body was broken for all if I am so easily overwhelmed by the loss of a few creature comforts unavailable to anyone for most of human history?

Maybe I should go camping more often. Maybe then I’d be better equipped to say like Fanny Crosby wrote in her hymn, “Take the World, But Give Me Jesus.”

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

An Open Letter to My Third Child on His Third Birthday


Your sister and brother spent this past week with your Granna and Granbarry. That left you with us. Alone. On your birthday week.

Though you would come around to the idea, you were not initially happy about this arrangement. You wanted to go with them. You love your grandparents in that special way that only a toddler can and I was worried that your jealousy of them could ruin your week. To make matters more challenging, you were not crazy about the idea of spending the week without your siblings. I asked you, “Aren’t you looking forward to a few days with just the three of us?” You replied, “No! I like five!”

Your mom and I adore the way you love your sister and brother. They are as big a part of your world as we are. That is a key difference between a third child and the first two. We felt like we were the primary people in their world for the first years of their life. We enjoyed that, to be frank. But it was different with you. From the word go, you saw yourself as part of a familynot just the child of two parents. I have come to appreciate great beauty in this reality. We all feel like more of a family now that we have had the benefit of seeing ourselves through your eyes.

I have a couple takeaways from our week with you: the only child version.

First, I will start with the obvious. I love you, kid.

I never grow tired of your company—well, almost never. I prefer to sleep without your razor sharp toenails digging into my back.

You are full of energy. You are always good for a laugh and usually good for a hug. You are rowdy. You are loud. You are stubborn, head strong, and independent. You are full of life, self-confidence, and spunk.

Your mom and I never tire of sharing stories about you with each other...and anyone else who is willing to listen.

Second, in a few keys ways, you have not gotten our best effort as parents.

You haven’t gotten the best stuff. A lot of it was purchased before your sister was born. Even as we shopped to buy you a birthday present, we could not bring ourselves to buy you any more toys. After all, you have all of your brother’s old toys. I figure that is a good news/bad news sort of a deal. The good news is that the toys are already there and you don’t have to wait for a birthday to access them. The bad news is that you won’t get to enjoy the newness of these toys the way your brother did. We’re sorry for the bad news part, but seriously—I think we have developed an allergy to new toys.

Beyond the toys, however, is a more egregious crime. We give you less quality time.

We read you less books. We are content to let your siblings be the ones who push your swing and teach you to throw a baseball. This week, as I have watched the delight on your face when I played hide and seek with you or watched an episode of Scooby Doo with you, I realized how much less of my undivided attention you have received than your brother and sister did. I am not sure how this makes you feel, but it makes me sad.

You thrive as the center of our attention. It’s just a quirk of birth order that has prevented you from being that as much as you deserve. All of that said, I cannot imagine life with you without the added benefit of sharing you with your siblings. They may pick on you, leave you out of their fun, and engage in other behaviors typically observed in older siblings, but they adore you. And there is something about seeing the way other people I love love the other people I love. It teaches me brand new ways to love what I already thought I loved completely. I love you as an individual, that much is established, but I also love your relationship to your mom, your siblings, your grandparents, and to so many others (many of which are a part of our church).

To love someone is great, but to love them in the midst of an interrelated web of relationships is better. Sometimes we call that web of relationships community and that is a good word, but the better word is family.

Having a third child has changed our lives. We are poorer, more tired, and less confident than we were as parents of two, but those are minor setbacks when compared to what we have gained by adding you our lives.

Our understanding of the true nature of family is richer because of you. You have taught us that we can draw energy from the presence of the same children who drain it. And I am even more confident that the best way to love another person completely is to share that person completely with the other people that I love. That is what being family is truly about.

I thank our God that we are your parents, son. May God grant us the wisdom and energy we need to be the parents you deserve.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Who Is Really Welcome at Your Church?

Come as you are. 

All are welcome. 

No one is turned away.


These are the kinds of phrases I have heard since childhood while at church. For me, these phrases have largely rung true. I have always felt welcome at the churches I have attended. You may have had similar experiences of feeling welcomed. If so, I can make some guesses about you. Chances are that one of the following descriptions fit you.

You are married with children and your family attends church together. You have relational ties (friends, mutual friends, family, etc.) with the people in the churches you have attended. You grew up in a church that was similar to the churches in which you have felt welcome. You attended a church where significant portions of the people were in the same stage of life (and it is also likely that a significant portion of that church occupied the same economic class as you).

If, however, you have ever attended church after church without feeling welcomed, I can make some guesses about you too (or at least about you at the time). Chances are that one of the following descriptions fit you.

You are single. You are newly divorced. You are in college. You are the parents of children at a church where there were no or very few children of a similar age to yours. You are a Christian and want to find a church, but your spouse does not attend church with you. Most of the people at that church were significantly older or younger than you and you had trouble making friends. You were not connected to anyone at the church and everyone else seemed to be connected along impenetrable family lines. You are significantly overweight or suffer from an eating disorder and common meals (the primary way Christians fellowship) causes you great anxiety.

Church rhetoric about welcoming everyone is generally sincere, but the reality of church life tells a different story. Even if a church wants to welcome everyone, that church has to do more than say they welcome everyone in order to make everyone feel welcome.

Unlike leopards, churches have been known to change their spots from time to time, but it never happens overnight and it rarely happens accidentally. While it is as impossible to make all the people feel welcome all of the time as it is to please all of the people all of the time, there are some simple shifts in our thinking (and thus our approach) that can help us to be more welcoming to more of the people more of the time.

First, we have to eliminate our blind spots. We need to take notice of the people in our congregation who are least likely to feel welcome. And we need to do more than simply saying a word of welcome to them (though that is a nice start). We need to build relationships with them. You can expect for this to be hard and unnatural. If it were easy and natural, it would not be a problem area in almost every congregation. To summarize the great G. K. Chesterton, Christianity never fails because it is tried and found wanting, it fails because it is found difficult and is therefore untried.

I know that our own insecurities present an obstacle to relationship building (especially with people whom we perceive to have so little in common with us), but put yourself out there. You don’t have to think of clever things to say, you just have to think of questions to ask people about themselves. It won’t spark a lifelong friendship every time you try it, but this is a practice that is as much about its impact on who you are and how you see your place within the church as it is about succeeding every time you put yourself out there.

Second, we have to accept our own limitations and overcome our insecurities about them. If someone informs us that they did not feel welcome at our church—especially if it is for reasons that are our outside of our control—we need not get defensive. We should apologize, tell them that we hate that they felt unwelcome, and remind them that God loves them and that our God is a welcoming God even if we don’t always emulate God’s welcoming nature as well as we would like. A little humility can go a long way toward building the kind of relationships that make others feel welcome.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Warmth in a Cold Season




I think I may have overstated a sentiment I shared with a friend last week. I said something like, “I like mild weather and I don’t mind winter weather, but I wish the weather would make up its mind. I can’t take this back and forth bit. Shorts on one day. Heavy coat the next.”
I must have assumed that if the weather made up its mind that it would come down on the side of mild weather. The weather did make up its mind, but it has sided with winter. Now, I must amend my previous statement. “I don’t mind winter weather, so long as it doesn’t come with biting winds from the coldest, darkest recesses of space.” In all due respect to Jesus’ words of warning to the Laodiceans, lukewarm anything sounds pretty nice when you are walking into that wind. (That reminds me of a joke that will go right over the head ofeveryone but my fellow Star Wars aficionados—the rest of you can skip to the next paragraph. Joke: What is the internal temperature of tauntaun? Answer: Lukewarm. Thanks folks, I am here all week.)
All kidding aside, our solid week of winter weather may have forced us to dig deep into our supply of sweaters (warning: if you dig too deep, you might end up looking like Cliff Huxtable), but we managed—primarily by seeking warmth inside. Inside, we turned up the thermostat, lit fires in fireplaces, and cozied up in blankets on sofas. Most of you probably enjoyed a warm beverage or two (though I did not; I don’t do warm beverages—sorry, Sheldon). And while you were inside, you felt good. Sure, you knew you would be right back in it the next time you had to leave home, but for that moment you were warm despite the weather outside.
Life has seasons too. Some seasons are warmer than others. Exciting milestones are met as we grow up, marry, and have children. Our careers have sweet spots where we are needed, appreciated, and duly compensated. Marriages go through stretches where everything seems to be in synch. But those seasons never last forever. Eventually, the weather of life turns colder. Parenting begins to seem like more of an impossible chore than a joy-filled gift. Our jobs become nothing more than the way we pay the bills while we daydream about what life would have been if we had chosen a different career path. Marriages hit rough patches where everything ignites an argument and no disagreement ever seems to get resolved. It gets cold out there and when you’re out there trying to make your way through it, that wind can chill you to your core.
So, you are at church. Maybe it is cold outside. Maybe it’s a bit warmer. (What am I, a wizard? How would I know?) Whatever the weather is outside, seasonal or unseasonal, you are worshiping alongside other folks who are experiencing a much wider array of weather during the seasons of their lives (which admittedly sounds like a bad soap opera). If you are in a warm season, someone around you is in a cold season. And although you have both come to church to ostensibly share the same experience, you have come for different reasons. When life is good, we come to church to praise God. We come to say, “Thanks!” We come to share our joy with others and be warmed in the heart by the joy in the hearts of others. But when life is difficult (and if we are honest, it often is), we come to church for a break. We come in seeking the warmth of home. We know that we are going to have to walk out those doors in a few hours’ time and that when we do the cold will once again hit is in the face. But while we are there, we are at least hoping that the presence of fellow strugglers and the prayers of a few saints will provide us just enough warmth to relax—even if just for a moment. And we know we need that moment to relax. It is only then that we can take a step back and begin to see the cold for what it is: a passing season. It is only during our respite from the cold that we can honestly pour our hearts out before the God we stubbornly insist on believing still loves us. Our previous experience tells us that while some of these cold seasons are longer than others, the warmth of Christ’s church gives us a measure of the strength we need to endure.
If it’s a warm time for you, don’t be discouraged to discover others who are suffering through a cold spell around you. Take heart, for part of why they have come today is to share in your warmth. If it’s a cold time for you, don’t be exasperated by the praise and expressions of gratitude of those nearby, for they are a reminder of what it will be like once the seasons change in your life again.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Discipleship Above Ego



This post is primarily for those who were present for the sermon I preached on Luke 4 last week (January 26, 2014) at Northcrest. For those of you who were not present and choose to read this post anyway, I will say a few words. 
I created three characters who were facing crossroads in their lives. They all had opportunities to do something new and exciting with their lives. They were all seriously considering seizing those opportunities. Jill was about to forgo a business career to live among and work with the urban poor. Her decision was being motivated by her earnest desire to be relevant for good. Jacob was a lawyer who had an opportunity to enter into politics. He was motivated by his hope that by gaining political power he would be in a position to do good. Jason was a preacher for a small church outside the Bible-belt. He had an opportunity to leave that church for a large church in the buckle of the Bible-belt. He was motivated by a desire to make the most of the talents God had given him and do something truly spectacular with his life and in so doing have a greater impact for good in the world. The three motivations (relevance, power, and the spectacular) are what Henri Nouwen names as the three temptations of Jesus in the wilderness in his powerful book, In the Name of Jesus: Reflections on Christian Leadership. Turning the stones into bread = relevance. Bending a knee to the devil in exchange for dominion over the kingdoms of the world = power. Throwing himself on the pinnacle of the temple so that angels would rush in and rescue him = the spectacular. 
In my sermon, I did my best to demonstrate how even our desires to do good are tainted with selfishness and sin. In the end, however, I fear I left something important unsaid. Below is my attempt to say that important something. 

It happens sometimes. I think back over what I preached the previous Sunday and I start to kick myself. Why didn’t I say it that way? Why didn’t I think to say it this way? And occasionally, I worry. I hope I preached the sermon I meant to preach.
Last Sunday was one of those days. I liked last week’s sermon and I appreciated the positive feedback from many of you, but I want to clarify something important.
I told a story about three individuals: Jill, Jacob, and Jason. All of them were faced with decisions. They all had opportunities to do something different with their lives.
Here is where I want to clarify. All of the choices available to them were filled with potential for good. There is enormous potential for good and for faithful discipleship in living among and working with the poor, entering into politics, or even moving from one ministry position to a new one. The opportunities themselves were not the temptations I was trying to name. The temptations had to do with the motivations of our heart.
Faithful discipleship to Jesus does more than challenge us to do good. It does more than challenge us to seize opportunities where potential for good exists. Faithful discipleship demands that we calibrate our hearts to the way of the cross.
Henri Nouwen’s reflection on the temptation of Jesus is helpful here. While Jesus’ temptations may seem impossible for us to relate to, Nouwen boils them down in a way that is accessible to us. The test for Jesus was not wrapped up in what the devil was tempting Jesus to do. The goal was to activate Jesus’ ego. To throw him off his game. To hijack his desire to do good and recalibrate it to the way of the world. The way of relevance, power, and grasping for the spectacular. The way of the devil.
As Nouwen says, “The way of the Christian leader is not the way of upward mobility in which our world has invested so much, but the way of downward mobility ending on the cross.”
The world tells us that we have to play the game by its rules if we ever hope to change the rules. But the way of the cross reveals that legitimate relevance, real power, and the truly spectacular cannot be had by those who grasp for them. They can only be had by letting them go.
What made the opportunities for Jill, Jacob, and Jason temptations has nothing to do with the opportunities themselves. What made them temptations was that the desires of their heart that made these opportunities appeal to them were sinful.
And now for my primary reason for readdressing this particular topic: All three of these individuals could have accepted their new opportunities and remained faithful disciples of Jesus. Maybe, they even should have accepted those opportunities. After all, if we wait to do good until our motivations for doing good are 100% pure—when do you suppose we are likely to get started?
What I wish I had said in addition to what I did say is this: We need to be as reflective about our motivations for doing good as we are about what tempts us to sin. Jesus refused the devil all three times because he refused to chase relevance, power, or the spectacular on the devil’s terms. Yet, we still see Jesus’s ministry as relevant, demonstrative of power, and truly spectacular. When we are faced with opportunities to do good, we should not be dissuaded from seizing those opportunities because we have unearthed some selfish motivation. Instead, we often need to seize that opportunity while taking countermeasures to counteract our darker motivations. Jill might have needed to actively resist her need to be relevant by focusing on how much she needed to be a servant as Jesus’ disciple rather than on how much the world needed her service. Jacob, likewise, could resist his appetite for power by refusing to allow political strategy to dictate what he should do. Jason could resist his appetite for being spectacular by being more transparent about his faults. There is more than one way to fight the temptation to do god for the wrong reasons. The important thing is to fight the temptation by putting discipleship above ego.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Off-Balance



I have issues with balance. When I stand up straight, my feet have a tendency to form a natural wedge. I feel uncomfortable when I self-consciously straighten them out. The problem gets worse when I stand on one leg. (I can hear the smart aleck in the back of the room saying, “Then don’t stand on one leg.” Thanks. You are very funny.) Recently, Kara and I have used a workout program that incorporates some yoga. As far as I can tell, yoga is all about flexibility and balance. I have neither. As such, my attempts at yoga have been comical (ask my eight-year-old daughter). Some of the moves are so difficult that I cannot even imagine doing them (standing splits, for instance).

The benefit of this routine is that it keeps pushing me. Slowly, my balance is getting better. Who knows? I may even be able to touch my toes without bending my knees before Jesus returns. Yet, even as my balance improves, the routine is so challenging that I feel off-balance the whole time. It is only when I attempt simpler exercises on other days that I can see the improvement.

On Thursday, the day after my attempt at yoga for the week, it occurred to me that I felt a bit like the people around Jesus must have felt whenever he was around. No matter what they knew or how righteous a lifestyle they lived, Jesus constantly threw everyone around him off-balance. And he did it intentionally. No matter which Gospel you pick, you would be hard pressed to find a story about Jesus in which he does what others expect. If there is a constant in all of these stories it is this: Jesus always surprises. He is like Barry Sanders. Just when you think you know how Jesus will respond, he jukes left and he is suddenly heading full speed in the other direction.

Consider this story in Luke 18: “A certain ruler asked him, ‘Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?’” Jesus tells him to follow the ten commandments. The ruler anticipated this. He lets Jesus know that he has it covered. Then Jesus throws him off-balance. “You still lack one thing. Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” The ruler was sad because he was very wealthy. Jesus might as well have told him to bring his head to the floor, wrap his hands around his left ankle and then lift his right leg straight up into the air to do the standing splits. What Jesus was asking of him seemed impossible. Jesus continued, “How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God! Indeed, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God” (Luke 18:24-25; imagine the balance and flexibility necessary for a camel to pull that off!)

It turns out that Jesus threw everyone present off-balance with that scene too. “Who then can be saved?” they asked. Their incredulity jumps off the page. Jesus helps them stabilize. He replies, “What is impossible with man is possible with God.” But we see in this episode Jesus’ knack for keeping everyone off-balance.

Whether Jesus is refusing to call down fire on inhospitable Samaritans, dining with tax collectors, or healing the ear that Peter had just lopped off in an effort to defend him against those who would hand him over to be crucified, Jesus is full of surprises. And if we will enter into these stories in personal ways, they still have the power to throw us off balance today. But it is good for us to be thrown off-balance in this way in the same way that  yoga is good for us. It makes us more flexible in the long run. When we learn to keep our balance as Jesus jukes left and jukes right—as he welcomes the little children to him or declares that a widow’s 2-mite offering is worth more than the small fortunes given by the rich—we are better able to respond in the same kind of surprising ways as life unfolds around us. But to get there, we have to learn to see the world from a different perspective. It may not involve learning to do a handstand with your legs tucked behind your neck, but it does require intentional progress—the kind of progress that only comes from allowing Jesus to throw you off-balance again. And again. And again…