This week, this week called Passion Week, started off at the wrong end of the righteousness spectrum. And the kicker is, I'm 25 and I finally, officially don't care to be "righteous." I think that the temptation is always in our lives to chase a quality of God's people, or God Himself, and not chase God. The temptation is to LOOK like someone who knows God intimately, without actually being able to recognize Him if He were to ask you for a cup of cold water. He knows this, and I know this is why He came in the personhood He did, blue-collar, ignorable, overlookable, even scoffable if attributed divine status. But the Garden was a fresh memory to Him, and not us. The Garden was a long lost dream for humanity, a never fading reality to God Himself, and He wanted the walk back. I think we just want most often for someone else to walk for us and we'll claim we walked ourselves. Even in light of that, our identity crises and all things trivial about who we want to pretend to be and who we'll actually take the time to become, the Passion Week forces us to look at a long list of human beings interaction with God-in-flesh, and boy... we totally screwed this up. The King who was paraded into the capital amidst shouts of "Hosanna" and "Blessed be"'s will end up this week democratically judged worthy of death, ridiculed by the soldiers that fell to their faces at His voice, rejected by His friends, and all so without questioning His love for them, and us. Confession time... if I'd have been Him- I'd have stayed dead. I take rejection HARD, and if they don't want me around so bad that they'll kill me... well, I can enjoy my Father's presence without them. And yet in true not-what-Greg-would-do fashion, He blesses the crowd gathered to be entertained by His execution, asks for their forgiveness, makes sure His mom is taken care of, makes a new friend on the cross next to Him, and embraces a state of being wholly unjust for a God to know. That story in itself is worthy worshiping this man over, and yet He goes further. He overcomes death, overthrows Hades, and steals the keys to both, that ANYONE who does want to believe now (and why would anyone not?) is welcomed as if this was the plan all along! Here's' the song that's been on repeat in my head for the past three weeks.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
In the Year 2013...
It may indeed be time to dust this old steno off a bit and have a thought-storm. Life is different here on the other side of college classes, marriage, and failure. I've continued on this long road of getting to the bottom of it all for most the time, the others, pitying myself for lost causes, relationships, and the life I thought I wanted. Here though, on this second day of 2013, I can look around and accept that, at 25, life is not over, not beginning, but is rather now, and what I understand and believe readily enough to live in this moment, is in fact what matters most. If I live long enough to discover any "why's" behind the passions of my heart or the hopes in this life, then so be it, that moment will be gladly liven in as well, but this moment is upon me as blitzkrieg, and I have less than the time it takes to acknowledge it to embrace and walk in it.
The past year was excellent for learning. Perhaps it will be the one where I can return to formal education somewhere, but this casual learning has been beneficial without question. I rediscovered the beauty and depth of Anabaptism because of Bruxy Cavey via Greg Boyd, and am so very glad to see that God is moving many eyes of influence upon it as well. It seems every day someone else posts a new article or makes reference to a different core teaching of the Anabaptists, and if we can do something more than just read them or acknowledge them, but if we can live them out, it may well be the cure for post-modern rejection of Christ in America. Here is just one example:
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/thepangeablog/2013/01/01/from-the-margins/
This past week I challenged the church in sermon to approach 2013 with one resolution- to forgive as often as presented the chance. I wonder if my Anabaptism isn't leaking out beyond my control anymore, because there were also some references to peace teaching here and there ;) But I wonder if approaching an ENTIRE YEAR isn't just a bit naive to begin with, what if we just approached the coming day with the intent to forgive as often as presented the chance? The coming hour? The present moment? I feel that it must all start there anyway, that if we do not live in the present moment of forgiveness, accepting it and presenting it, then the moment is hell- distant from the presence of God, void of Jesus' sacrifice, a barren moment.
How fantastic!!
Let's go.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Confession
Confession Time.
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaak.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I fear the opinion of man and run from Truth when it appears finding it will bring me into contention with the greater faith community. It has been ten minutes since my last worthy confession and it will probably be another ten before my next…”
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So, I’m considering applying for credentials… with The Missionary Church… again.
GASP!
Yeah, I don’t know that I can believe it myself. And the real problem is that the more I look at this application (with in all reality appears to not have been revised since Solomon Eby first parted the St. Joseph river to make way for Daniel Brenneman’s community to meet him in the middle) the more I find that I really just don’t jive with the denomination I belong to and have belonged to for my entire life. They ask about my view on Revelation and how to interpret it: they’re dispensational; I’m not (whoops!). They affirm the reality and necessity of an eternally conscious punishment in a physiospiritual environment for the unrepentant and unverbally committed to the name Jesus Christ, I don’t (you’re goin’ ta hale!). They acknowledge a nationalistic approach to social responsibility and put forth political rhetoric in favor/denial of one candidate for any particular position over others, I can’t (irresponsible!). They ask for affirmation of veterans and soldiers on special national days who served for the cause of the nation they were born in and went to fight for against people who just happened to be born in some other country who happened to dislike this one for some ungodly reason, I won’t (TREASON!). And the more and more I wrestle with these beliefs- some core, some not- the more and more afraid I am to teach through the lens of them. The more overwhelmed I get at the thought of someone finding out about my pacificity, or national withdrawl, or annihilationist leaning. The more convinced I am that if I am honest about them, the honest pursuit and sincere arrival at the validity of them, the more dissociated I and my family will become and the more friends I will lose.
Because that’s what happens when we put greater value on the belief rubric people hold than on the people holding them. That’s what happens when we view everyone through the lens of a theology exam, passing or failing them and creating our relationships thusly. And that’s what happens more often than not in the American Church, which sometimes can be more in love with being right than in love with her heavenly Groom, Savior, King, and Friend.
And I don’t know what to do about it now that I stare at this exam again, wondering if it’s even worth filling out. Wondering if the men and women who founded this particular brand of Christianity would even pass it anymore- but I digress.
I’m scared. And I confess that I’m scared. Being alone terrifies me, and being shunned even more so. I love God. I love Jesus. I love the Kingdom. I love the story He’s woven together and the depth and complexity of it all. I love the subtleties and the obvious intermixed in the lives of men and women who were more in the dark than we today about what God was up to, and how they trusted Him anyway. They didn’t have to have it figured out. They didn’t have to pin down every individuals approach to hell and eternal damnation. They didn’t have to understand the book of Revelation (and not just because it hadn’t yet been written for any of them yet to read!) Why do we make it so complicated? Why do we make it so freaking hard for the people around us to experience intimacy with their Creator? Why do we build more walls and raise more bars than Jesus did? Did He not chastise the Pharisees for burdening the people with standards God did not supply? Asking them to live up to a righteousness God did not demand?
That’s the amazing thing, you see, that the more we read the stories, and the more we experience our own with Him, the more we find Him asking us to trust Him much more often than to achieve His expectations. We find Him much more often wanting us to spend time with Him than quizzing us to find out if any paganism had rubbed off on us at Wal Mart yesterday. The more we find Him ignoring what we thought was important, and revealing what He thinks is important, and how wildly different the two are most times. The more we find Him simplifying Himself in the same breath as we complicate Him. The more we find Him incarnated and visible, standing next to us even as we stare at the heavens and recite words begging Him to show Himself.
So now we get back to it. And I just want to remain honest. It’s in honestly that intimacy grows. It’s in honesty that we know God and know love. So… perhaps I’ll get shut out again (If I go through with this whole credentialing thing) and perhaps not. My opinions and beliefs and values will change over time just as much as they have this far in my nearly 25 years. I hope we’ll grant others the same grace to let theirs also. Until then, to Hell with orthodoxy (If there is such a thing), give me Jesus.
Bless me Father, for I have sinned…
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaak.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I fear the opinion of man and run from Truth when it appears finding it will bring me into contention with the greater faith community. It has been ten minutes since my last worthy confession and it will probably be another ten before my next…”
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So, I’m considering applying for credentials… with The Missionary Church… again.
GASP!
Yeah, I don’t know that I can believe it myself. And the real problem is that the more I look at this application (with in all reality appears to not have been revised since Solomon Eby first parted the St. Joseph river to make way for Daniel Brenneman’s community to meet him in the middle) the more I find that I really just don’t jive with the denomination I belong to and have belonged to for my entire life. They ask about my view on Revelation and how to interpret it: they’re dispensational; I’m not (whoops!). They affirm the reality and necessity of an eternally conscious punishment in a physiospiritual environment for the unrepentant and unverbally committed to the name Jesus Christ, I don’t (you’re goin’ ta hale!). They acknowledge a nationalistic approach to social responsibility and put forth political rhetoric in favor/denial of one candidate for any particular position over others, I can’t (irresponsible!). They ask for affirmation of veterans and soldiers on special national days who served for the cause of the nation they were born in and went to fight for against people who just happened to be born in some other country who happened to dislike this one for some ungodly reason, I won’t (TREASON!). And the more and more I wrestle with these beliefs- some core, some not- the more and more afraid I am to teach through the lens of them. The more overwhelmed I get at the thought of someone finding out about my pacificity, or national withdrawl, or annihilationist leaning. The more convinced I am that if I am honest about them, the honest pursuit and sincere arrival at the validity of them, the more dissociated I and my family will become and the more friends I will lose.
Because that’s what happens when we put greater value on the belief rubric people hold than on the people holding them. That’s what happens when we view everyone through the lens of a theology exam, passing or failing them and creating our relationships thusly. And that’s what happens more often than not in the American Church, which sometimes can be more in love with being right than in love with her heavenly Groom, Savior, King, and Friend.
And I don’t know what to do about it now that I stare at this exam again, wondering if it’s even worth filling out. Wondering if the men and women who founded this particular brand of Christianity would even pass it anymore- but I digress.
I’m scared. And I confess that I’m scared. Being alone terrifies me, and being shunned even more so. I love God. I love Jesus. I love the Kingdom. I love the story He’s woven together and the depth and complexity of it all. I love the subtleties and the obvious intermixed in the lives of men and women who were more in the dark than we today about what God was up to, and how they trusted Him anyway. They didn’t have to have it figured out. They didn’t have to pin down every individuals approach to hell and eternal damnation. They didn’t have to understand the book of Revelation (and not just because it hadn’t yet been written for any of them yet to read!) Why do we make it so complicated? Why do we make it so freaking hard for the people around us to experience intimacy with their Creator? Why do we build more walls and raise more bars than Jesus did? Did He not chastise the Pharisees for burdening the people with standards God did not supply? Asking them to live up to a righteousness God did not demand?
That’s the amazing thing, you see, that the more we read the stories, and the more we experience our own with Him, the more we find Him asking us to trust Him much more often than to achieve His expectations. We find Him much more often wanting us to spend time with Him than quizzing us to find out if any paganism had rubbed off on us at Wal Mart yesterday. The more we find Him ignoring what we thought was important, and revealing what He thinks is important, and how wildly different the two are most times. The more we find Him simplifying Himself in the same breath as we complicate Him. The more we find Him incarnated and visible, standing next to us even as we stare at the heavens and recite words begging Him to show Himself.
So now we get back to it. And I just want to remain honest. It’s in honestly that intimacy grows. It’s in honesty that we know God and know love. So… perhaps I’ll get shut out again (If I go through with this whole credentialing thing) and perhaps not. My opinions and beliefs and values will change over time just as much as they have this far in my nearly 25 years. I hope we’ll grant others the same grace to let theirs also. Until then, to Hell with orthodoxy (If there is such a thing), give me Jesus.
Bless me Father, for I have sinned…
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Give.
Tonight one of my favorite neighbor boys came over. I hadn't seen him in a while and I was grateful that he stuck around for dinner.
As per status quot, my friend quickly asked for dinner with all his usual favorites (I will never understand ketchup on ramen).
As we sat down and caught up, I found myself praying for deeper understanding. My friend is foreign to the culture, language, dreams, and goals of others around him. He is hurting, lost, and physically and mentally unable to see the predicament he's in. What am I supposed to do here? What can I possibly say? How could I ever help him see the life available to him if he is so content with what he has?
Then the Spirit reminded me of the time Jesus told the crowd to give to those who ask not expecting to receive anything in return.... What if Jesus isn't asking us to live in that state of perpetual surrender for the sake of those asking... what if Jesus is actually more concerned about those giving?
Because God's infinite mercy and sovereignty will always provide for the hurting and needy. If not in our temporal existence, then definitely in His ethereal and eternal realm. Jesus was homeless, he can't possibly be concerned about all those lacking the basic needs of humanity obtaining the empire's definition of middle-class socio-economic status.
So yes we are called to love our brothers and take care of those in need around us, always giving without concern or care; but who is God actually "saving" here, the poor that are already blessed (Matt 5:3), or us from the greed and selfishness that plagues our souls?
In sitting with my friend tonight I was strongly impressed that it's the latter. The Spirit alone can convict and invite a soul into the Father's house. I am just a witness to the truth that the invitation is real. So when faced with an opportunity to serve, the one being served is already loved by the Father, residing as the apple of his eye, the lost sheep for which He is constantly seeking. But me? I am a son being formed and molded in the likeness of my Father. His loving eye is on me, but watchful in a different way, always looking for opportunities to teach, discipline, mold, and make so that He will be properly represented to those He is calling.
Giving is about the recipient and what the Lord might do through the gift. Giving is a test (like the request of the father in the prodigal son story to the older brother), a refinement of the hearts of the King's people. With every stranger's request we hear our Father's voice whisper, "You are mine, are you going to live like it?"
Give. Not because the world needs it (though they do), but because that's what our Maker does.
As per status quot, my friend quickly asked for dinner with all his usual favorites (I will never understand ketchup on ramen).
As we sat down and caught up, I found myself praying for deeper understanding. My friend is foreign to the culture, language, dreams, and goals of others around him. He is hurting, lost, and physically and mentally unable to see the predicament he's in. What am I supposed to do here? What can I possibly say? How could I ever help him see the life available to him if he is so content with what he has?
Then the Spirit reminded me of the time Jesus told the crowd to give to those who ask not expecting to receive anything in return.... What if Jesus isn't asking us to live in that state of perpetual surrender for the sake of those asking... what if Jesus is actually more concerned about those giving?
Because God's infinite mercy and sovereignty will always provide for the hurting and needy. If not in our temporal existence, then definitely in His ethereal and eternal realm. Jesus was homeless, he can't possibly be concerned about all those lacking the basic needs of humanity obtaining the empire's definition of middle-class socio-economic status.
So yes we are called to love our brothers and take care of those in need around us, always giving without concern or care; but who is God actually "saving" here, the poor that are already blessed (Matt 5:3), or us from the greed and selfishness that plagues our souls?
In sitting with my friend tonight I was strongly impressed that it's the latter. The Spirit alone can convict and invite a soul into the Father's house. I am just a witness to the truth that the invitation is real. So when faced with an opportunity to serve, the one being served is already loved by the Father, residing as the apple of his eye, the lost sheep for which He is constantly seeking. But me? I am a son being formed and molded in the likeness of my Father. His loving eye is on me, but watchful in a different way, always looking for opportunities to teach, discipline, mold, and make so that He will be properly represented to those He is calling.
Giving is about the recipient and what the Lord might do through the gift. Giving is a test (like the request of the father in the prodigal son story to the older brother), a refinement of the hearts of the King's people. With every stranger's request we hear our Father's voice whisper, "You are mine, are you going to live like it?"
Give. Not because the world needs it (though they do), but because that's what our Maker does.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Something I Hope Encourages You as much as it does Me.
I just want to encourage you, my brothers, that you are not alone. That there are prophetic voices teaching and leading thousands around this country we currently pass through towards more Kingdom oriented life and hope. That there are voices preaching and teaching Jesus as All and not only American Dreamism. Not only are their voices, but the hopeful and earnestly seeking and truly questioning are hearing them. So, my friends, please don't be quiet. They are listening.
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