I've been giving some thought to my upcoming Mexico trip. Wait - that's not really true. Or that's not exactly right. I've given a LOT of thought about this trip.
I was wondering what it will be like when we stay at the church in San Diego - all 25 of us.
And it's going to be Saturday eve. so of course we need to be all packed up and out of there by a certain time the next morning - before folks begin to arrive for Sunday school and church services.
I was wondering why this had me a little nervous. Then I remembered a funny story - that wasn't too funny at the time.
We were traveling with our family - eight of us at the time - one summer. And we were "camping out" in churches at the time. Because missionaries with large families driving from Washington State to Washington D.C. for a Conservative Baptist Annual Conference can't afford 3-4 motel rooms each night.
We were in Wyoming on a Saturday night and made sure to find out what time we needed to be out the next morning. The pastor or deacon who let us in said that by 8:30 someone would probably be coming in to fix coffee and that Sunday school started at 9:00.
Ben and Carrie and Katie got up early the next morning and I let Susi and the older kids sleep a bit longer while at 7 a.m. I took the younger ones down to the kitchen to feed them breakfast. There we were eating our cereal at about 7:30 (Pacific Time) when a couple arrived to get the coffee brewing!
I guess they could tell I was a bit puzzled and kept checking my watch. I finally realized that we had crossed a time zone the day before and I had neglected to make the adjustment.
I quickly got Amanda up to help me with the 3 who were finishing eating. I awoke Susi (in the sanctuary) with the bad news that she had less than half an hour to be dressed and "presentable." And I got Kaleb & Nate to help me start throwing sleeping bags, pillows and luggage into our Vanagon and tent trailer.
I was scheduled to speak to the Adult Sunday School class about our campus ministry, so shortly after 9 a.m. (Mountain Time), I was gathered with a group around the same table where I was eating breakfast with the kids half an hour before. It all worked out. We were even able to laugh about our mistake.
No need to worry though. We don't cross any time zones between here and San Diego. So when do we go on Daylight Savings Time?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Seize the Day
Now there's an idea whose time has come! Carpe' Deum as the Latinos would say (or was it the Romans?) I'd love to seize the day, live in the moment, take the bull by the horns and go for the gusto. So what's holding me back? What am I afraid of?
Some days it seems more appropriate to ask "what am I not afraid of?"
I'd love to be here right now, savoring the moment, living life to the full . . .
but - you know I really should be going. There must be somewhere else I need to be - perhaps even two places at the same time.
Has the pace of life really increased? I heard a statistic about young adults: that they experience an average of 10.5 hours of media (radio, TV, movies, phone conversations, websites) in only 8 hours of Real Time. Now that's multi-tasking. But I'm not sure it's healthy. In fact I'm quite convinced that it's not.
"Don't forget to take time to stop and smell the roses." I've always heard.
Can't remember the last time I walked by a bed of roses. Maybe I was moving too fast.
I do recall taking walks with small children. That'll slow you down. Probably help you live longer too. They don't just stop to smell the roses, they stop to taste things! And another thing you learn from kids; the shortest distance between two points may be a straight line - but that's NO WAY to take a walk.
The pace is enough to kill you. But is there another destination besides the grave?
Stephen Covey asks the question "The Clock or the Compass?" to remind us that speed and efficiency are worthless if we have no direction.
I have to constantly remind myself of things that will last: personal character, relationships with people, but most of all, KNOWING GOD!
This restores my focus on both direction and destination. I like to say, "The end is the end." Profound huh? For those more theologically and philosophically inclined, "Eschatology is Teleology." Our destination should determine our values, purpose and direction.
I have had a hard time finding the sun this winter. You can take that literally (after all, it's Ellensburg) or metaphorically. This may affect my sundial, but not my compass.
Anyway, feeling a bit "under the weather" emotionally (let him who has ears, hear) - my wife suggested maybe I should read Jeremiah. I did, and it got me even more depressed.
However, there are some real gems tucked away in there. For example, in ch. 9:23-24 it warns us not to boast in wisdom or strength or riches, but in understanding and knowing the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth. That's an awesome truth to re-focus on.
Then in ch. 22:15-16 he refers to a king who did what was right and just. He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. The question is asked: "Is that not what it means to know me? declares the Lord." As I gear up for another Spring Break trip to Mexico to build a house for a family in need, it is good to know that helping the poor is an important part of what it means to know the Lord.
A couple of authors have encouraged "wasting time with God" because the best context for knowing Him is to spend time alone in His presence. Funny thing. The only time we can really do that is NOW. Now is the "when" for meeting with God.
Sure we have memories of what God has done in the past. We are encouraged to remember those and think about God. And we must keep hope alive for all the promises He will fulfill in the future. But the promise of His presence is strictly in the present. "Lo, I Am with you always!"
So seize this day. Live in the NOW. Be yourself with integrity and be with your friends and family fully. But most of all, be in His presence and enjoy KNOWING Him.
Some days it seems more appropriate to ask "what am I not afraid of?"
I'd love to be here right now, savoring the moment, living life to the full . . .
but - you know I really should be going. There must be somewhere else I need to be - perhaps even two places at the same time.
Has the pace of life really increased? I heard a statistic about young adults: that they experience an average of 10.5 hours of media (radio, TV, movies, phone conversations, websites) in only 8 hours of Real Time. Now that's multi-tasking. But I'm not sure it's healthy. In fact I'm quite convinced that it's not.
"Don't forget to take time to stop and smell the roses." I've always heard.
Can't remember the last time I walked by a bed of roses. Maybe I was moving too fast.
I do recall taking walks with small children. That'll slow you down. Probably help you live longer too. They don't just stop to smell the roses, they stop to taste things! And another thing you learn from kids; the shortest distance between two points may be a straight line - but that's NO WAY to take a walk.
The pace is enough to kill you. But is there another destination besides the grave?
Stephen Covey asks the question "The Clock or the Compass?" to remind us that speed and efficiency are worthless if we have no direction.
I have to constantly remind myself of things that will last: personal character, relationships with people, but most of all, KNOWING GOD!
This restores my focus on both direction and destination. I like to say, "The end is the end." Profound huh? For those more theologically and philosophically inclined, "Eschatology is Teleology." Our destination should determine our values, purpose and direction.
I have had a hard time finding the sun this winter. You can take that literally (after all, it's Ellensburg) or metaphorically. This may affect my sundial, but not my compass.
Anyway, feeling a bit "under the weather" emotionally (let him who has ears, hear) - my wife suggested maybe I should read Jeremiah. I did, and it got me even more depressed.
However, there are some real gems tucked away in there. For example, in ch. 9:23-24 it warns us not to boast in wisdom or strength or riches, but in understanding and knowing the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth. That's an awesome truth to re-focus on.
Then in ch. 22:15-16 he refers to a king who did what was right and just. He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. The question is asked: "Is that not what it means to know me? declares the Lord." As I gear up for another Spring Break trip to Mexico to build a house for a family in need, it is good to know that helping the poor is an important part of what it means to know the Lord.
A couple of authors have encouraged "wasting time with God" because the best context for knowing Him is to spend time alone in His presence. Funny thing. The only time we can really do that is NOW. Now is the "when" for meeting with God.
Sure we have memories of what God has done in the past. We are encouraged to remember those and think about God. And we must keep hope alive for all the promises He will fulfill in the future. But the promise of His presence is strictly in the present. "Lo, I Am with you always!"
So seize this day. Live in the NOW. Be yourself with integrity and be with your friends and family fully. But most of all, be in His presence and enjoy KNOWING Him.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Life is Hard
Yes, I've answered my own question. That doesn't mean that it's always hard. But if we left out this important observation about life, we might develop some really unrealistic expectations. Then things really would get difficult.
As M. Scott Peck observed, "Life is difficult. But as soon as we admit that life is difficult, it becomes a little easier."
As M. Scott Peck observed, "Life is difficult. But as soon as we admit that life is difficult, it becomes a little easier."
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Is Life Hard, or Easy?
I've given this question a lot of thought. It's been difficult to consider.
Though actually the answer is quite simple, even if you have to discover it for yourself.
I'm sure you realize it's both. If not then perhaps you haven't lived long.
The problem is that when we try to make lives easy or just "take it easy" we can end up creating hardships. You know - pay me now or pay me later - delayed gratification resulting in rewards - or procrastination & irresponsibility leading to lost opportunities and privileges.
How do I know about this stuff? Do I sound old or what?
I guess it's kinda like "losing your life to find it." That is, when choosing the hard way now makes for an easier future.
But what about "Come to me if you're heavy-laden and I will give you rest?" That sounds like trading hard for easy. You mean to tell me that just because I believe in Grace and forgiveness I don't have to feel guilty or take responsibility for all the outcomes of my choices?
My wife and I were discussing the anxiety I've been feeling lately and I explained,
"I'm working on letting go of it (the worrying and stress)"
She couldn't help but laugh. How can you "work on" letting go?
Yet Hebrews tells us to "make every effort to enter the rest." (4:10-11)
When you finally admit that you can't do it all and you're not in control - life gets easier.
So what makes life so hard? Trying to get it right, be good, be perfect, in your own strength.
Expectations - of yourself and others, Judging - others and having that same judgment fall back on your own head.
Concerns - worries really - about the future which isn't here yet - or regrets about the past that you can't go back and change.
I know I try really hard (read "am obsessed with") not repeating my past mistakes - I really want to learn from them and avoid the pain next time.
But let's face it; even though there are a plethora of "legitimate difficulties" in life (finances, illnesses, relationships, etc.) still our individual suffering is largely a result of the gap between what we were expecting and what we got.
It's not in the Beattitudes but maybe somewhere it should be written:
"Blessed are they that don't expect too much out of life (or take themselves too seriously) for they shall not be too terribly disappointed!"
Yes, Life is hard, but as Scott Peck has observed: "As soon as we realize that life is difficult, we find that it becomes a bit less difficult."
Pleasure and pain, effort and rest, achievement and failure, seem to eventually come into balance. The challenge is to keep our perspective, when life is easy, or when it's hard.
I admit it's easy to let life become hard. And it can be hard to take life easy.
But I'm attempting to move towards acceptance of all that comes from God's hand. After all, He is in control and I'm not. Life is a gift. Give thanks in all circumstances. This is our choice and this is "man's final, ultimate, freedom." (Viktor Frankl)
Though actually the answer is quite simple, even if you have to discover it for yourself.
I'm sure you realize it's both. If not then perhaps you haven't lived long.
The problem is that when we try to make lives easy or just "take it easy" we can end up creating hardships. You know - pay me now or pay me later - delayed gratification resulting in rewards - or procrastination & irresponsibility leading to lost opportunities and privileges.
How do I know about this stuff? Do I sound old or what?
I guess it's kinda like "losing your life to find it." That is, when choosing the hard way now makes for an easier future.
But what about "Come to me if you're heavy-laden and I will give you rest?" That sounds like trading hard for easy. You mean to tell me that just because I believe in Grace and forgiveness I don't have to feel guilty or take responsibility for all the outcomes of my choices?
My wife and I were discussing the anxiety I've been feeling lately and I explained,
"I'm working on letting go of it (the worrying and stress)"
She couldn't help but laugh. How can you "work on" letting go?
Yet Hebrews tells us to "make every effort to enter the rest." (4:10-11)
When you finally admit that you can't do it all and you're not in control - life gets easier.
So what makes life so hard? Trying to get it right, be good, be perfect, in your own strength.
Expectations - of yourself and others, Judging - others and having that same judgment fall back on your own head.
Concerns - worries really - about the future which isn't here yet - or regrets about the past that you can't go back and change.
I know I try really hard (read "am obsessed with") not repeating my past mistakes - I really want to learn from them and avoid the pain next time.
But let's face it; even though there are a plethora of "legitimate difficulties" in life (finances, illnesses, relationships, etc.) still our individual suffering is largely a result of the gap between what we were expecting and what we got.
It's not in the Beattitudes but maybe somewhere it should be written:
"Blessed are they that don't expect too much out of life (or take themselves too seriously) for they shall not be too terribly disappointed!"
Yes, Life is hard, but as Scott Peck has observed: "As soon as we realize that life is difficult, we find that it becomes a bit less difficult."
Pleasure and pain, effort and rest, achievement and failure, seem to eventually come into balance. The challenge is to keep our perspective, when life is easy, or when it's hard.
I admit it's easy to let life become hard. And it can be hard to take life easy.
But I'm attempting to move towards acceptance of all that comes from God's hand. After all, He is in control and I'm not. Life is a gift. Give thanks in all circumstances. This is our choice and this is "man's final, ultimate, freedom." (Viktor Frankl)
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Tread lightly the path to a beating heart
I have been a missionary for twenty two years. This is who I am, this is what I do. I did not cross the ocean or even an international border. But I am trying to reach another culture. It is a culture that is aptly described as “post-Christian.” My mission field is the American University campus.
I talk with students and they have questions. We dialogue. My writing comes from these experiences. People say I have interesting conversations.
I’ve seen some changes on campus over the years. I have some stories. When I first graduated seminary and entered “the ministry” I was anxious to share what I had learned. Early on, I discovered that students weren’t always interested in the answers I had to offer. I found it was best to listen for awhile to identify the questions they were asking. I noticed that people like to be listened to. I also noticed that the questions changed as the relationships deepened. It seems that people don’t ask their “deep and real” questions until they have tested you with something a bit more shallow and superficial.
In an attempt to “engage” the campus with our message, we invite students to a meeting in their dorm lounge. It’s called “Stump the Preacher.” Basically they can ask any question they want. At one of these events, the turnout was mostly students who were involved in campus ministries and came to show their support. But there was one young man who came with some questions.
“I have a procedural question.” was his first inquiry, “Are we supposed to ask our ‘real’ questions, or are we just trying to ‘stump the preacher’?”
“We’d love to hear your ‘real’ questions.” I answered.
“Oh, I don’t have any real questions.” He returned, “I just came to try and stump the preacher.”
“Well that’s fine too.” I back-pedaled, “Either way we’d love to hear from you.”
His first couple questions were the usual “how can a good God send people to hell?” and “What about the heathen in Africa who have never heard of Christianity?”
Then, as it turned out, he actually did have a real question after all.
“My uncle died of AIDS. Did he go to hell?”
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. One must step lightly on the fragile path to the heart’s deepest queries. It is humbling to be entrusted with such vulnerability. I prayed for the right words.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t know your uncle, but I can tell you what the Bible says about hell and God’s provision for people not to go there. Then you can decide based on what you know about your uncle whether he had a relationship with God or not.”
I don’t think it was a brilliant answer to satisfy his intellectual yearnings, but I do believe he felt listened to and cared for. Call it lowering my expectations or just realizing my limitations, but I am no longer out to change someone’s mind or even to convert them. If I can make them feel listened to and cared for perhaps this is a step towards believing that God also hears their cries and loves them.
I’ve often wondered, “Why me?” We can ask this question as a complaint about our sufferings or in wonderment at the opportunities afforded us during this earthly existence. And the two are not mutually exclusive. The vicarious suffering of Christ reassures me that if I am to become like him I too will become “like my brothers in every way.”
I’m afraid that when we’re introduced to Jesus as the answer, we may simply stop asking questions. At least we’re expected not to have the kind of questions that the unbelieving world raises. Perhaps by entering into the mental and emotional uncertainty of doubts we can stand again in the place where grace is offered. Then we will be better equipped to help others find this place.
Henri Nouwen offers this definition of a minister: “Someone who makes his own struggle to know God available to others, who want to know God but do not know how.” That’s what I want to do.
I’ve grown up with the Bible and with the view of it as an “Instruction Manual for Life.” I don’t disagree with this but I’ve noticed it’s not primarily a “how to” book. It’s a lot of narrative and even the most instructive passages say a lot more about what kind of person to be than what kind of stuff to do.
So I would like to offer my struggle to know God, and my attempt to help others come to know God, in the form of my stories. It’s safer that way. And though it’s not “seven easy steps” it may shed some light on the path. In the words of C.S. Lewis, “even a bad shot may give a rough indication of where the target lies.” Or as A.W. Tozer said, “ if my fire is not large it is yet real, and there may be those who can light their candle at its flame.”
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Graceland- I Wanna Go There!
No more keepin score and keepin track
of who's worthy and who's deservin and why folks oughta treat me a certain way
I just wanna be free from all that strivin to live upta everyone's expectations so
I can feel good about myself
Nothin to prove and nothin to lose
That sounds like freedom to me - I wanna go there
Why don't people really want grace?
Can't stand thinkin that those that's rightly beneath me
gonna get sumthin fer nuthin
They didn't earn it - haven't worked half as hard as I have
tryin to be a decent person, tryin to do good, be responsible
All those mistakes of others - forgiven and forgotten?
And all my best efforts don't count fer nuthin?
That's too scary - too much of a risk
sides all that, what would I have if not all these old filthy rags?
it ain't much but it's all I got and it's surely at least my own
Kinda like a man on the trapeze - I gots ta let go afore I can rightly take hold
I gotta turn loose of this identity - who I think I am
WhO I really want others to see when I put forth my image
So's they can All help affirm and reinforce how I'd like to see myself
Yeah i think it's too risky - like jumpin offa cliff or somethin
Who's there to catch me but God Hisself - and I reckon He's too busy
or just don't care all that much - even though he said he sent
Jesus to end this whole mess - us judgin one another and bein judged ourselves
and mostly just not bein free - cuz we always gotta toe the line
and make sure we done good and look good too in order to feel okay
What would hap[pen anyhow if folks really got aholda this Grace:
You don't deserve it and nuthin you can do to earn it
Just gotta come to the end of yourself
Jump off that cliff - He'll catch you
Well even if he don't - what else you gonna do?
There ain't no where else to turn and noplace to go
So let go of the bar of that old man - all propped up by human efforts
but just about as fragile a house of cards as was ever built
Take hold of the hope - Christ in You - that's glory
Put him on - it's a stretch - no a leap - into the dark?
You may crash to peices on the rocks below
but that's better than standin here - You will be free
If the Son sets you free . . . and that's the Truth
not a powerful illusion - delusion of your own making - of my making
Culture has made us, society makes us - self-made men and women
but what are we after all - compared to what we might be, what could be?
I can fly! It's not just happy thoughts or magic fairy dust or wishful thinking
I was made to soar on Eagle's Wings - free from the limits of my own efforts
borne on the wind and carried along - Grace is free and it frees us
But do we want it? Can we leave behind the safety of all we're holding
onto? Leave the cliff and leap into the arms of the A;mighty?
I hope I have the guts to let go and take hold and free fall
even if I crash and burn
Rack, Shack & Benny said "even if our God does not save us from the fiery furnace - we will not bow down" and Job says "Though He slay me, yet will I praise Him." Amen
of who's worthy and who's deservin and why folks oughta treat me a certain way
I just wanna be free from all that strivin to live upta everyone's expectations so
I can feel good about myself
Nothin to prove and nothin to lose
That sounds like freedom to me - I wanna go there
Why don't people really want grace?
Can't stand thinkin that those that's rightly beneath me
gonna get sumthin fer nuthin
They didn't earn it - haven't worked half as hard as I have
tryin to be a decent person, tryin to do good, be responsible
All those mistakes of others - forgiven and forgotten?
And all my best efforts don't count fer nuthin?
That's too scary - too much of a risk
sides all that, what would I have if not all these old filthy rags?
it ain't much but it's all I got and it's surely at least my own
Kinda like a man on the trapeze - I gots ta let go afore I can rightly take hold
I gotta turn loose of this identity - who I think I am
WhO I really want others to see when I put forth my image
So's they can All help affirm and reinforce how I'd like to see myself
Yeah i think it's too risky - like jumpin offa cliff or somethin
Who's there to catch me but God Hisself - and I reckon He's too busy
or just don't care all that much - even though he said he sent
Jesus to end this whole mess - us judgin one another and bein judged ourselves
and mostly just not bein free - cuz we always gotta toe the line
and make sure we done good and look good too in order to feel okay
What would hap[pen anyhow if folks really got aholda this Grace:
You don't deserve it and nuthin you can do to earn it
Just gotta come to the end of yourself
Jump off that cliff - He'll catch you
Well even if he don't - what else you gonna do?
There ain't no where else to turn and noplace to go
So let go of the bar of that old man - all propped up by human efforts
but just about as fragile a house of cards as was ever built
Take hold of the hope - Christ in You - that's glory
Put him on - it's a stretch - no a leap - into the dark?
You may crash to peices on the rocks below
but that's better than standin here - You will be free
If the Son sets you free . . . and that's the Truth
not a powerful illusion - delusion of your own making - of my making
Culture has made us, society makes us - self-made men and women
but what are we after all - compared to what we might be, what could be?
I can fly! It's not just happy thoughts or magic fairy dust or wishful thinking
I was made to soar on Eagle's Wings - free from the limits of my own efforts
borne on the wind and carried along - Grace is free and it frees us
But do we want it? Can we leave behind the safety of all we're holding
onto? Leave the cliff and leap into the arms of the A;mighty?
I hope I have the guts to let go and take hold and free fall
even if I crash and burn
Rack, Shack & Benny said "even if our God does not save us from the fiery furnace - we will not bow down" and Job says "Though He slay me, yet will I praise Him." Amen
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Making Contact
What is it? The attitude, the ambiance, the milieu? It is a feeling, yes, but something more. Let’s go back, we need to go back, in order to move ahead, we must go back.
This may be difficult, or painful, but bear with me. First and foremost, you must feel this, get in touch with it, know it like the edge of a knife against your soul. This is not esoteric knowledge, this is not rocket science. But once you have been here, to this place, you will not forget. And this insight will guard you. This understanding will make you aware, you can be sure; it’s something you don’t want to ignore.
Where was I? Going back, oh yes, back to the time when as children we could really communicate. Why did we stop? What happened to come between us? We learned more words, we gained more skill. But something was lost, we forgot to feel as we think and think as we feel. Fragmentation began to occur, and as we came apart at the seams our inner man was ripped apart, torn asunder by countervailing forces and undone, yes, undone!
Where was I? Oh yes. I was out there. That’s where you need to go. Putting yourself out there is the best way to come to these insights, perhaps the only way – but what do I know? I will attempt to show you – to uncover the secrets which should be no secret at all, things we once knew. Like children we must become; the children we once were.
How do I know these things? I am not so smart. What do I mean; I was “out there?” If you want to catch fish, you have to either go out in a boat, or find a body of water and get yourself down to “the edge.” I will not tell you where you have been, or why you have caught no fish. I am not so smart. But you can figure this out for yourself.
When I was a boy I would make friends with other boys. How would I do this? I would say, “Will you be my friend?” and if he said “Yes,” I had a new friend. But now it is not so easy. But at least you can ask yourself, “Do I want to be someone’s friend? This is a start.
As kids we shared so much in common with other kids. At the park, on the playground, we shared space, we were in the same place, and that was something. Being where you are is the first step toward being with someone. And if you can be with someone, you can avoid talking at them or just to them. You can have a real dialogue; you can enjoy the give and take of a two way conversation.
One way that I was “out there” was in being rather conspicuously placed, in a public place, the student center. And I was behind a table, draped with a banner, which labeled me, much like the sign kids will wear on their backs, if they do not know it is there, the signs which say, “kick me.”
“I usually don’t talk to people like you,” he said.
“Oh really,” I asked,”What kid of person am I?”
“Well, you’re religious, aren’t you?”
“That depends what you mean by ‘religious.’”
“Well, you’re probably a Christian.”
“Yes, I am, so why wouldn’t you talk to me?
“I usually get mad and yell and then just walk away.”
I ended up talking to him for almost forty minutes. Why is this? What makes me want to do this anyway? I feel called. It’s a challenge. It’s my job. But besides that. Why should I want to talk to people who don’t want to talk to me?
Like any good salesman, I believe there is something they need, and I can help them get it. But students, like people in general, don’t like salesmen and aren’t really convinced they need what I have to offer.
So I try to find out what it is they think they need, or why they think that Christianity has nothing to offer. Sometimes I think it’s all about asking good questions. But I can’t just ask questions of other people. First I need to ask myself some hard questions. Do I really want to know why they think Christianity has nothing to offer? Am I ready to sit here and listen while they tell me that the thing I have staked my life on is a joke and a hoax and that we are all a bunch of hypocrites?
Oh, but it’s so much fun. I really mean this. You do not understand but I am laughing inside. Just like the laughter that welled up inside me when my wife suggested this topic. She wasn’t sure that she communicated very well. But I knew exactly what she meant.
“You should write about how to answer people’s questions without getting defensive.”
“Oh, you mean, ‘the secret of being nice to people who think you’re an idiot?’”
“Or maybe, ‘How to turn the other cheek, figuratively speaking, when someone spits in your face?’ Is that a mixed metaphor?”
“You know, you somehow make them feel comfortable. So they can share their views without being afraid they’re going to be attacked.”
“So the topic is, ‘How not to attack when you’re being attacked.’ I’m afraid I may not be able to put the answer to this in Six Easy Steps.”
This brings to mind more hard questions:
Can I be nice to my wife when I feel like an idiot?
Am I sure that I’m really not an idiot?
Are Christians just a bunch of hypocrites?
What about those days when I’m not sure that Christianity is working for me personally?
Am I a shining example of all the great benefits Christianity has to offer?
So why am I laughing you say. This is really not funny. No it is not. But I am funny. I am a joke. I am God’s idea of a joke. I have this treasure in jars of clay. I am a jester in the court of the King of Kings. If they don’t get the joke, it’s not my fault. If they don’t get the truth, it’s not up to me. But if I take myself too seriously, they may miss the point. A student once defined “dogmatic” as “the inability to laugh at yourself.” That is, not being able to see what is funny about your own beliefs.
Paul said that his presentation of the gospel did not rest on man’s wisdom, but on God’s power. Sure, I want to be clever, I try to be well-read. I think I am articulate and well-read. I don’t want people to think of me as an uneducated country bumpkin. I wouldn’t want them to think of the Christian world-view as anti-intellectual.
But what I preach is the “foolishness of the gospel. What I preach makes me very vulnerable. It sets me up against the spiritual forces of this dark world. I am a kid wearing a sign that says, “kick me.” Except that no one put this sign on my back while I wasn’t looking. No, I wear it on the front. I put a banner on my table that identifies me as an Ambassador of the Kingdom of God. The prince of darkness does not like that.
I said it’s all about asking the right questions. Once you have asked yourself, “What am I afraid of?” and faced these fears, you can start to have fun. But you need to listen. You can learn a lot if you listen. Socrates drew people out with two questions:
“What do you mean?”
“How do you know that?”
I am not so smart. I have this treasure in a jar of clay. But it is a treasure. Others may be smarter, or not. But they have no treasure. They will attempt to conceal this fact. They do not want to be found out. Don’t be too hard on them. They may not be aware of it themselves.
Using Socrates’ questions you can help them examine things. (. . . because the unexamined life is not worth living.) Everyone’s real treasure is where their heart is and what they are living their life for. If you can make people feel comfortable, you can get them to bring out their “treasure” and show it to you. You may even help them realize that it is not valuable, that it is really no treasure at all.
“I’m a non-practicing atheist.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“I don’t believe in God, but I still talk to Him once in awhile.”
This is funny. But how funny is it if those who claim to believe in God and know Him personally forget to talk to Him?
“Does you group believe the fundamental doctrines?
“Like what?”
“For example, I believe the entire Bible is true.”
“Have you read the entire Bible?”
“No.”
Is that funny? Did I know what he was trying to find out? I think so. Do I want him to think about what he’s saying and how it’s coming across? Absolutely!
One day I came into the Student Center and saw a table where a young lady was passionately seeking signatures for a petition in protest of President Bush’s cutting Federal aid for “Reproductive Rights Development” in Africa. So I asked a few questions:
“What kind of things was the money being spent for?”
“Programs to educate women about birth control options.”
“You mean like condoms and abortion?”
“Yes.”
“So what is happening now that we have withdrawn funding?”
“Well the poor people won’t have these options available so they’ll keep on having children and the poverty will get worse.”
After she explained more about why these programs were so important and what she thought would be accomplished through them I finally responded:
“I see, since their culture is so ignorant about these things, we need to teach them our views on reproduction, because our ways are so much better.”
She looked very puzzled. This went against everything she had been taught about “anti-ethnocentrism” and how you shouldn’t go trying to change another country’s culture.
“No,” she said slowly, “that isn’t it.”
This was her “treasure” – a cause worth fighting for, something to be passionate about. But she really hadn’t thought it through.
There are people “out there” who have needs. Most everyone needs a friend. Someone to share a moment, share a sense of place, someone to be with them. Life on the edge is exciting, but there’s always someone trying to scare you, trying to push you off or pull you back or make you think you shouldn’t be “out there.” Many times they are well-meaning Christians who are trying to find vindication through proving to everyone else that we are right.
“The truth shall set you free.” “Perfect Love casts out all fear.”
The truth is that it’s not about the jar, it’s about the treasure in the jar. This is very freeing and helps keep me from being defensive. It also sets me free to laugh at myself. That way I don’t mind so much if others are laughing at me.
And if I ask for love for the people I’m trying to reach, I can face my fears, even embrace my doubts. What if I’m an idiot, Christianity has nothing to offer, and we are all a bunch of hypocrites? I’ll take my chances, but I’m not afraid to entertain the questions.
Do you feel it? Like a kid again I am running out into the dark, exploring the unknown and looking to make a few friends. Think as you feel and feel as you think. Let yourself go back and “be there” then share that space with someone else.
Get in touch with the treasure God has placed within yourself, know it like the edge of a knife against your soul. Once you have been here, to this place, you will not forget. You can be sure, you can be passionate, you can know that this thing you have found in Christ is what they need. Then, and only then, can you help them find it.
This may be difficult, or painful, but bear with me. First and foremost, you must feel this, get in touch with it, know it like the edge of a knife against your soul. This is not esoteric knowledge, this is not rocket science. But once you have been here, to this place, you will not forget. And this insight will guard you. This understanding will make you aware, you can be sure; it’s something you don’t want to ignore.
Where was I? Going back, oh yes, back to the time when as children we could really communicate. Why did we stop? What happened to come between us? We learned more words, we gained more skill. But something was lost, we forgot to feel as we think and think as we feel. Fragmentation began to occur, and as we came apart at the seams our inner man was ripped apart, torn asunder by countervailing forces and undone, yes, undone!
Where was I? Oh yes. I was out there. That’s where you need to go. Putting yourself out there is the best way to come to these insights, perhaps the only way – but what do I know? I will attempt to show you – to uncover the secrets which should be no secret at all, things we once knew. Like children we must become; the children we once were.
How do I know these things? I am not so smart. What do I mean; I was “out there?” If you want to catch fish, you have to either go out in a boat, or find a body of water and get yourself down to “the edge.” I will not tell you where you have been, or why you have caught no fish. I am not so smart. But you can figure this out for yourself.
When I was a boy I would make friends with other boys. How would I do this? I would say, “Will you be my friend?” and if he said “Yes,” I had a new friend. But now it is not so easy. But at least you can ask yourself, “Do I want to be someone’s friend? This is a start.
As kids we shared so much in common with other kids. At the park, on the playground, we shared space, we were in the same place, and that was something. Being where you are is the first step toward being with someone. And if you can be with someone, you can avoid talking at them or just to them. You can have a real dialogue; you can enjoy the give and take of a two way conversation.
One way that I was “out there” was in being rather conspicuously placed, in a public place, the student center. And I was behind a table, draped with a banner, which labeled me, much like the sign kids will wear on their backs, if they do not know it is there, the signs which say, “kick me.”
“I usually don’t talk to people like you,” he said.
“Oh really,” I asked,”What kid of person am I?”
“Well, you’re religious, aren’t you?”
“That depends what you mean by ‘religious.’”
“Well, you’re probably a Christian.”
“Yes, I am, so why wouldn’t you talk to me?
“I usually get mad and yell and then just walk away.”
I ended up talking to him for almost forty minutes. Why is this? What makes me want to do this anyway? I feel called. It’s a challenge. It’s my job. But besides that. Why should I want to talk to people who don’t want to talk to me?
Like any good salesman, I believe there is something they need, and I can help them get it. But students, like people in general, don’t like salesmen and aren’t really convinced they need what I have to offer.
So I try to find out what it is they think they need, or why they think that Christianity has nothing to offer. Sometimes I think it’s all about asking good questions. But I can’t just ask questions of other people. First I need to ask myself some hard questions. Do I really want to know why they think Christianity has nothing to offer? Am I ready to sit here and listen while they tell me that the thing I have staked my life on is a joke and a hoax and that we are all a bunch of hypocrites?
Oh, but it’s so much fun. I really mean this. You do not understand but I am laughing inside. Just like the laughter that welled up inside me when my wife suggested this topic. She wasn’t sure that she communicated very well. But I knew exactly what she meant.
“You should write about how to answer people’s questions without getting defensive.”
“Oh, you mean, ‘the secret of being nice to people who think you’re an idiot?’”
“Or maybe, ‘How to turn the other cheek, figuratively speaking, when someone spits in your face?’ Is that a mixed metaphor?”
“You know, you somehow make them feel comfortable. So they can share their views without being afraid they’re going to be attacked.”
“So the topic is, ‘How not to attack when you’re being attacked.’ I’m afraid I may not be able to put the answer to this in Six Easy Steps.”
This brings to mind more hard questions:
Can I be nice to my wife when I feel like an idiot?
Am I sure that I’m really not an idiot?
Are Christians just a bunch of hypocrites?
What about those days when I’m not sure that Christianity is working for me personally?
Am I a shining example of all the great benefits Christianity has to offer?
So why am I laughing you say. This is really not funny. No it is not. But I am funny. I am a joke. I am God’s idea of a joke. I have this treasure in jars of clay. I am a jester in the court of the King of Kings. If they don’t get the joke, it’s not my fault. If they don’t get the truth, it’s not up to me. But if I take myself too seriously, they may miss the point. A student once defined “dogmatic” as “the inability to laugh at yourself.” That is, not being able to see what is funny about your own beliefs.
Paul said that his presentation of the gospel did not rest on man’s wisdom, but on God’s power. Sure, I want to be clever, I try to be well-read. I think I am articulate and well-read. I don’t want people to think of me as an uneducated country bumpkin. I wouldn’t want them to think of the Christian world-view as anti-intellectual.
But what I preach is the “foolishness of the gospel. What I preach makes me very vulnerable. It sets me up against the spiritual forces of this dark world. I am a kid wearing a sign that says, “kick me.” Except that no one put this sign on my back while I wasn’t looking. No, I wear it on the front. I put a banner on my table that identifies me as an Ambassador of the Kingdom of God. The prince of darkness does not like that.
I said it’s all about asking the right questions. Once you have asked yourself, “What am I afraid of?” and faced these fears, you can start to have fun. But you need to listen. You can learn a lot if you listen. Socrates drew people out with two questions:
“What do you mean?”
“How do you know that?”
I am not so smart. I have this treasure in a jar of clay. But it is a treasure. Others may be smarter, or not. But they have no treasure. They will attempt to conceal this fact. They do not want to be found out. Don’t be too hard on them. They may not be aware of it themselves.
Using Socrates’ questions you can help them examine things. (. . . because the unexamined life is not worth living.) Everyone’s real treasure is where their heart is and what they are living their life for. If you can make people feel comfortable, you can get them to bring out their “treasure” and show it to you. You may even help them realize that it is not valuable, that it is really no treasure at all.
“I’m a non-practicing atheist.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“I don’t believe in God, but I still talk to Him once in awhile.”
This is funny. But how funny is it if those who claim to believe in God and know Him personally forget to talk to Him?
“Does you group believe the fundamental doctrines?
“Like what?”
“For example, I believe the entire Bible is true.”
“Have you read the entire Bible?”
“No.”
Is that funny? Did I know what he was trying to find out? I think so. Do I want him to think about what he’s saying and how it’s coming across? Absolutely!
One day I came into the Student Center and saw a table where a young lady was passionately seeking signatures for a petition in protest of President Bush’s cutting Federal aid for “Reproductive Rights Development” in Africa. So I asked a few questions:
“What kind of things was the money being spent for?”
“Programs to educate women about birth control options.”
“You mean like condoms and abortion?”
“Yes.”
“So what is happening now that we have withdrawn funding?”
“Well the poor people won’t have these options available so they’ll keep on having children and the poverty will get worse.”
After she explained more about why these programs were so important and what she thought would be accomplished through them I finally responded:
“I see, since their culture is so ignorant about these things, we need to teach them our views on reproduction, because our ways are so much better.”
She looked very puzzled. This went against everything she had been taught about “anti-ethnocentrism” and how you shouldn’t go trying to change another country’s culture.
“No,” she said slowly, “that isn’t it.”
This was her “treasure” – a cause worth fighting for, something to be passionate about. But she really hadn’t thought it through.
There are people “out there” who have needs. Most everyone needs a friend. Someone to share a moment, share a sense of place, someone to be with them. Life on the edge is exciting, but there’s always someone trying to scare you, trying to push you off or pull you back or make you think you shouldn’t be “out there.” Many times they are well-meaning Christians who are trying to find vindication through proving to everyone else that we are right.
“The truth shall set you free.” “Perfect Love casts out all fear.”
The truth is that it’s not about the jar, it’s about the treasure in the jar. This is very freeing and helps keep me from being defensive. It also sets me free to laugh at myself. That way I don’t mind so much if others are laughing at me.
And if I ask for love for the people I’m trying to reach, I can face my fears, even embrace my doubts. What if I’m an idiot, Christianity has nothing to offer, and we are all a bunch of hypocrites? I’ll take my chances, but I’m not afraid to entertain the questions.
Do you feel it? Like a kid again I am running out into the dark, exploring the unknown and looking to make a few friends. Think as you feel and feel as you think. Let yourself go back and “be there” then share that space with someone else.
Get in touch with the treasure God has placed within yourself, know it like the edge of a knife against your soul. Once you have been here, to this place, you will not forget. You can be sure, you can be passionate, you can know that this thing you have found in Christ is what they need. Then, and only then, can you help them find it.
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