Being and Doing

I was thinking yesterday that I tend to work harder at trying to do things for God rather than just being a child of God. Ours is a culture of doers. If you need evidence, ask a stranger "Tell me about yourself" and odds are they'll begin by saying what they do for a living, and then maybe what they do for fun. Yes, but who are you?

But God is a being and not a doing. When Moses asked God what his name was, he probably didn't know what a big question he was asking -- he was just looking to get a copy of God's business card to drop in Pharaoh's lap to get some credibility. But God gave a very peculiar answer. He said "I AM that I AM. Tell Israel that 'I AM' sent you." This is where we get the name Yahweh. It means only, "I am."

What does this mean for us? Well as children of the God I AM it means that we don't have to do anything to be who we are. We can rest secure in the fact that we are children of God, loved by God, accepted by God, forgiven by God. When we answer the question, "who am I?" if we begin by saying, "I am a child of I AM" we'll be well ahead of the game. No need to get all in a frenzy. "Be still and know that I am God." Good advice.

It also means that as far as doing things to impress God or impress others, the pressure's off. The time when our acceptance depends on our performance is over and gone. God loves us right where we are. How do we know this? We know what love is "because while we were yet sinners, Christ Jesus died for us." We didn't have to do anything. We just had to be God's children, God's beloved.

Life Giving Moments

I've been thinking about what "gives me life." We spend a lot of life going through the motions.

But life giving moments remind us:

• Why we're here
• What is true and beautiful in life
• What's worth working for, worth fighting for

I find life giving moments when I come home to my loving wife and share our days with each other over a good meal.
I find life giving moments when my dog with his giant ears comes flopping, bumbling toward me with his tongue sticking out.
I find life giving moments in a good movie over popcorn.
I find life giving moments when someone encourages me, and also when I encourage someone else.
I find life giving moments when I worship with different people, or in a new way that I'm not familiar with.
I find life giving moments when I see someone who is in pain talk about how much God has meant to them.
I find life giving moments in having new friends over for dinner.
I find life giving moments when I break bread and share the cup with you.

I could go on... but the real reason I share all this is that we all need to keep our eyes open. It's easy to fall under the spell of a fast-paced life. We can become glazed over, and feel like automated machines... wake up, work, come home, sleep. It happens so easily.

But we need the eyes to see life giving moments. I think all the things I listed above are gifts from God that God sends me to remind me how precious, meaningful, and beautiful life really is. He sends them to remind me that He is my Creator, that He is still in charge, and that He is very, very good.

What gives you life?

Are you listening?

God is still speaking, are you listening?

My mother, who has been caring for a brother and a son lately, told me that when she goes to pray, lately she has found it much more helpful not to say words, but just to sit there quietly and meditate. Because as she says, how can I listen if all I do is talk?

God is still speaking, are you listening?

We can hear the waves of the ocean, we can hear the wind blow through the trees, we can hear the voices of those we love. That's not hard. But how do we ever hear the voice of someone we cannot see or touch? Is it possible or is this all just superstition?

I find that more times than not I hear God by just listening to the waves of the ocean, or the wind in the trees, or the voices of the ones we love. When we put on the ears of faith, we can discover a whole world where God is speaking at all times and in all things.

God is still speaking, are you listening?

Some say scripture is old, antiquated, irrelevant. Well if you read the words like a novel or a history book, that might be true. But if, when we read it, we let the words echo off the walls of our memories, bouncing between the past, our present and what lies ahead of us, we discover these are no mere words. We find truth that echoes through decades and generations. The faith of our forefathers and foremothers transmitted to us. Not just words, but the very Word of God.

God is still speaking, are you listening?

God in the Storm

After Hurricane Katrina it was not unusual to hear preachers claiming the devastation as God's judgment on New Orleans. Not only do I think this is incredibly dangerous to say, I just think it's wrong. That's not what God does.

But the question remains: why would something so awful, an "act of God" like this, happen?

The questions comes down to three points about God and the world, a seeming paradox.

1. God is all good.
2. God is all powerful.
3. Evil exists in the world.

If God is all good and all powerful, how can he let such awful tragedies continue to happen to innocent people?

You can solve the problem by arguing against any one of the three points:

1. God is not all good, so even though he is all powerful he continues to let evil run rampant in our world.
2. God is all good, but the fact that evil remains shows that God is not all powerful
3. What is perceived as evil and pain in this world isn't real, it just appears that way because we are imperfect beings. God is good and in control, we just can't always see what he's up to.

I don't really like any of these. They all have their problems. I guess I lean most towards #2, because I do believe that although God is all powerful, he holds back his power a lot of the time. He does it on purpose out of love for us. Adam and Even had the choice to eat the fruit because God wanted them to be free, free to love and be with him forever if they chose, but that also meant they had to be free to choose something else. And they did. And so do we.

But most of the time, all this theology-talk isn't good enough. God still could have stopped Katrina. Or the Holocaust. Or Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but clearly God did not. I wish he had most of the time. Sure there are silver linings and amazing stories of God and God's people responding. But overall do those outweigh the bad? Are those stories "worth" all the innocent lives lost? You may read this and think that I just lack faith. I'll be the first to say I probably do.

When we're on the ground-level of such pain and disasters, theological debates are worthless. Often times we need comfort more than answers. A lot of the time, I think the comfort is the answer. Where is God in all this?

Jesus got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm. ~ Luke 8:24
Sometimes, God will answer prayer and stop the storms around us. Since they never come, we may never even realize it.

God, You have been a refuge for the poor, a refuge for the needy in distress, a shelter from the storm, and a shade from the heat. ~ Isaiah 25:4
Even when the storm comes, God is our refuge. That is a comfort but do you ever wonder exactly what that means? Some folks in Haiti right now have lost everything - homes, families, livelihood. Do you ever wonder how God comforts them? How do they experience God as a refuge? It may be that are just overwhelmed by a supernatural sense of peace. But maybe not. Maybe they only experience God's comfort when God's people step up and bring it to them. If someone needs God in their life, sometimes the best we can do is just sit with them. Whether we realize it or not, we are God's presence in someone else's life all the time.

We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed ~ 2 Cor 4:8-9
Ultimately, God is there for us and will not abandon us. It sure seems like it sometimes, but the reality is that no matter what pain, no matter what hardship, no matter even if we die, God is there for us, waiting to welcome us into an eternity where there is no more death or mourning or crying or pain (Rev 21, also check the end of Romans 8).

Lost in Translation

I believe a major task for us as Christians is translation. No, I'm not talking about the rote translation exercises you had to do in Spanish class in high school. I'm talking about translating our faith.

Now I'm not scared of words like righteousness, sin, salvation and justification. They're good words, full of meaning for me.

But I also know I come from a generation (some call it Generation X) that doesn't hear these words the same way I hear them. For most of my generation, the church is no longer taken for granted, instead it is seen along side things like the Crusades, the Inquisition and our shameful complicity in Nazi Germany. Generation X generally questions all authority, and there's no easier authority to question than the church.

Now this is all over-generalization, but I say it to make a point. When we use words like righteousness, sin, salvation and justification, it's not enough to consider what it means to us. We have to consider what it means to our neighbor. And so I believe if the church is going to thrive and not just survive, we have to translate the rich meaning of our faith into a language that someone else can understand.

Jesus talked about old wineskins and new wineskins. When Zaccheus was hiding in a tree, Jesus walked right up to him and met him there. The early church struggled on whether or not they should even accept the newcomers -- the Gentiles. Does everyone have to be circumcised? St. Augustine's message has reached millions throughout the years because he saw how Christian faith intersected with secular philosophy.

There's one easy way to do this act of translation: tell someone your story.

Hidden Blessings

As I've been preparing and reflecting before my ordination Saturday, I've been thinking a lot about hidden blessings. It's been 8 years since I regularly attended my home church, Woodmont Christian Church in Nashville. And yet as I get ready to be ordained there on Saturday, I am discovering so many blessings hidden in my past, like Easter eggs that God placed in my memories, knowing all along that I wouldn't discover them for years.

I think back on the music I sang in the youth choir there. Songs I thought were boring at the time, now when I hear them are overflowing with meaning, enough to make me tear up.

I think back on all the "uncool" adults who came to youth group. I realized that lessons I now take for granted -- the importance of prayer, our need to serve others, a willingness to engage the world around us -- I first learned from them. Now those faithful souls seems so cool to me.

I think back to the stained glass window in the church. It has a beautiful cross that was the tallest thing I could think of for many years of my life. I can remember doodling at school and drawing that cross. How can you estimate the value of such hidden blessings?

Let's all look back and find those hidden blessings. We shouldn't have to wait for a special occasion to thank those who planted them.

Let's also remember that we have the opportunity to plant seeds just like the seeds planted in us. Our hidden blessings were someone else's hidden ministries. We are all ministering at all times. Our words and our actions become Easter eggs placed in someone's memories.

As I head to Nashville, know that I am taking you with me. As I have hands laid on me, ordaining me for God's ministry, know that I will feel your touch in that moment as well.

Faith vs. Science?

For some reason today I was thinking about Faith and Science and Art.

A lot has been said about Faith vs. Science. A lot of people feel very strongly one way or the other. The Scopes "Monkey" trial was probably the biggest display, but we're still arguing these things today.

I feel like folks on both the faith and the science side of things are missing the boat. It's not faith vs. science, it's faith and science, or faith with science and vice-versa.

It's about truth. Pontius Pilate asked Jesus "What is Truth?" and we're right there with him, asking the same question in our day and time. What is truth? What is the truth about life, in general? And the truth about my life, right here right now?

Jesus doesn't answer him in words but if we look at his life and ministry, we can see a much bigger answer in his actions and his teachings.

In his life I see a person who broke the laws of phyics and medicine, but also broke the rules of society and culture.

In his teachings I see truth that is much bigger than either a scientific equation or a confession of faith. Is a parable true? Well, the story of the Good Samaritan never really happened, but does that make it any less true?

Or the Creation story in Genesis. Is it true? Well it may have physically happened that way, but I don't think it really matters one way or another. When I read the story, I find truth, not about geology, astronomy, biology and evolution, but a story (a poem!) about a beautiful creation that was done entirely from scratch by a powerful and loving God. To make it say something about evolution is like asking an eagle to dig into the ground - that's just not what it's meant to do.

In my life, I feel like I have moments when the beauty of life really strikes me, "thin moments" where the veil between Creature and Creation seems to disappear. And I've found that these moments come in all different situations. It can be reading scripture for sure. But it can also be reading a story of pure fiction, watching a movie, gazing at a painting or a sculpture, or seeing someone else do what they are meant to do. I've even had such an experiment when studying math or seeing the amazing, elegant beauty of science at its best.

Truth is a multi-faceted, shape-shifting thing. There's no one statement that can define all truth. I think that's probably why Jesus didn't answer Pilate. What could he say? Suffice it to say, for us, that Jesus was and still is the truth. In all its complexity, in all its many forms. With that in place, there is no particular type of truth that we should ever be afraid of.