0 comments | Sunday, March 15, 2009

An evil man who does not care for people's judgments of him is the worst kind of evil man. He cannot even contain his lower nature for the selfish benefit of his reputation. If that is true, then it is also true that a good man who does not care for people's judgments of him is the best kind of good man. He will not even placate his lower nature for the benefit of his reputation. Each of these two men is capable of doing anything he can imagine after his own kind: one to evil, one to good. Each of these two men is freed to live like his heart would have him live: one twisted, one right. Each lives in intellectual honesty, because he allows his actions to reflect the real state of his conscience.

All people who decide their courses of action based upon the judgmental thoughts of others are crowded together in the middle between these two extremes. Among them, there is little difference between the good and the bad. This is my definition of mediocrity. Neither group does anything extraordinary. The one group never does anything "too bad," and the other never does anything "too good." Certain things are "too bad" even for common criminals. Good that is purely good becomes seen as "radical" or "idealistic" even to "good" people, either because hardly anyone ever does it or because any person who does demonstrates that they aren't really as good as they would like to think they are.

You have more important things to mind than refuting false claims about yourself or absorbing your time with the attempt to convince stubborn people of your reasons. God will see that more good, by His meaning of "good," will be done when you are silent, however hard it may be, than when you are decrying your accusers and justifying your good intentions. It's just as ultimately futile to boast of what you haven't done as it is to boast of what you have.

If you live, live to God; if you die, die to God (Romans "14:8"). If that means anything to you, let it mean that you leave your defense with God, as well.

[There is a second part to this article, one which clarifies the first a great deal. Read "The Crowded Middle: Addendum."]

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1 comments | Monday, March 02, 2009

Some of my friends already know I don't like church "names." They're so odd to me. (Not my friends, the names.) It's like naming your group of friends: "We are 'Awesome'—'Awesome Group of Friends, Springfield'—and we believe that you too can be awesome! Because that's what we're all about! Welcome to Awesome."

Or, it's like:

"I'm going to Hudson."

"What? Is that a town around here?"

"Oh, no, my family name is 'Hudson.' We're going to have dinner with my parents and my sister, so I said, 'I'm going to Hudson.'"

"But you can't go to who you are. That doesn't make any sense!"

"Well, hmm... you're right. But we've been saying it that way since my great-great grandpa or something. It doesn't do any harm."

"Yah, except the moment you start referring to it that way, you start thinking of it that way, and pretty soon your children think of your family as an event and a tradition. And you'll be fighting that for the rest of your life."

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But I'm particularly annoyed by "First" churches. Really? You were first? Are you in competition with the other churches?: "Ha! We got here first! Nah nah nah nah nah nah!" Or, "We've been here the longest! That proves something!" All it proves is age and that we've made the Kingdom into a competitive sport. Oh, how darling! Who really cares who was first? ...Other than the people who wish they were, or those poorly misinformed folks who think "First" is a denomination and actually means something. (I've come across several of those.)

:)

Really, back hundreds of years ago, who's idea was it to call their community of believing friends by a name?

I imagine it probably started with place names. "The church* in Troas" may have eventually become "The Church of Troas" and when, because of the hardness of their hearts, people tore away, they didn't want to call themselves "The Other Church of Troas" (because that sounds tacky), so they decided on "The Harmony Church of Troas", because, they felt, that's what best described their vision: harmony. And... well, you can easily imagine where it led from there. Here we are now!

Understand me, here: I'm not trying to be critical in a cynical way, rather I think it is pretty funny. I'm chuckling.

But to be a bit more serious: I am a little mad about it. Just what the heck are we thinking? It totally wrecks the beauty and purity of what the Body of Christ is supposed to be! It makes a lively, relationally-oriented community made up of people who believe God out to be an organizationally-oriented religious club, location, or event. It makes a family into a team. And when you "join" a team "of faith," the faith becomes a game and you can't help but feel better about yourself because you are on what you perceive to be the winning team. Competition with other teams is, without having to think one moment about it, the automatic sociological response to joining a team. It's you versus them.

Don't believe me? Just listen to the way people talk about their church! I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, so I won't even bother to quote anyone.

Once it gets this far, it stops being about people and starts being about numbers (although, to be fair, it is never so cut and dry as this—or at least I hope not). And that's what people on the outside will think of it immediately. That's what people on the inside will come to think of it eventually. And down the road, no one will scarcely be able to perceive that anything is wrong with the picture. You call it by a name and that's what you get. You don't get a family of people. You get a roster and a point scale. Because you treated it like a team.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me crawl up into a ball and weep." Words are power things. If you call your friend "stupid" or "ugly" and keep calling him that—no matter how obviously untrue it may be—he will begin to doubt himself and will eventually accept it as truth. Adolf Hitler even said it of bold-faced lies: "If you tell a lie long enough and loud enough and often enough, the people will believe it." And if that is true of lies (as Hitler clearly demonstrated), then surely it must be true of half-truths, which are much easier to accept.

Remember what was said in the scenario I gave?: "...the moment you start referring to it that way, you start thinking of it that way, and pretty soon your children think of your family as an event and a tradition. And you'll be fighting that for the rest of your life."

Words shape worldviews and ideologies and revolutions. I know it's hard, and I know everyone else does it, and I know this is totally opposite of the standard paradigm, but don't allow yourself to make into something less what is intended to be something so much more.

Be a "Hudson." Be a part of Christ's "body." Be Father's loved child. Be the community of people who have been absolutely—I love it!—changed by the happy news about God.

Be more than a product of easy slips.



*   Understand that "church" (really Greek's "ekklesia") was a simple, everyday word and functionally meant "community," especially to Jewish hearers who were accustomed to hearing it used repeatedly in the Greek versions of the Old Testament for "the jewish community"—not at all the loaded, technical word we use today.

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1 comments | Thursday, October 30, 2008

fall leavesEvery oak
Holds tightly
To the last moment
'Til it can hold no longer
To its beauty

And then it stands
Without adornment
In a cold world
For months

But to all the trees
Who lose their leaves
I promise, I promise,
I promise...
There will be a spring!

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0 comments | Sunday, July 20, 2008

What follows is an article written in the April 2001 issue of Virtue magazine by musician, writer, and theologian Michael Card. This article was introduced to me by John Piper. Enjoy.

One day Joseph, who was walking along one of these hot, dirty African roads, met someone who shared the gospel of Jesus Christ with him. Then and there he accepted Jesus as his Lord and Saviour. The power of the Spirit began transforming his life; he was filled with such excitement and joy that the first thing he wanted to do was return to his own village and share that same Good News with the members of his local tribe.
Joseph began going from door-to-door, telling everyone he met about the Cross of Jesus and the salvation it offered, expecting to see their faces light up the way his had. To his amazement the villagers not only didn’t care, they became violent. The men of the village seized him and held him to the ground while the women beat him with strands of barbed wire. He was dragged from the village and left to die alone in the bush.
Joseph somehow managed to crawl to a waterhole, and there, after days of passing in and out of consciousness, found the strength to get up. He wondered about the hostile reception he had received from people he had known all his life. He decided he must have left something out or told the story of Jesus incorrectly. After rehearsing the message he had first heard, he decided to go back and share his faith once more.
Joseph limped into the circle of huts and began to proclaim Jesus. 'He died for you, so that you might find forgiveness and come to know the living God,' he pleaded. Again he was grabbed by the men of the village and held while the women beat him reopening wounds that had just begun to heal. Once more they dragged him unconscious from the village and left him to die.
To have survived the first beating was truly remarkable. To live through the second was a miracle. Again, days later, Joseph awoke in the wilderness, bruised, scarred—and determined to go back.
He returned to the small village and this time, they attacked him before he had a chance to open his mouth. As they flogged him for the third and probably the last time, he again spoke to them of Jesus Christ, the Lord. Before he passed out, the last thing he saw was that the women who were beating him began to weep.
This time he awoke in his own bed. The ones who had so severely beaten him were now trying to save his life and nurse him back to health. The entire village had come to Christ.
(Michael Card, "Wounded in the House of Friends," Virtue [March/April 1991], pp. 28-29, 69.)
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There are some people in this world who will not turn to Christ until they witness a believer suffering—suffering without regret or malice, for the Gospel of our matchless Jesus. Our suffering for him is a parable of love that tells of the love of God for poor humanity, the "monsters of iniquity" (Paris Reidhead) that we are. So, don't waste your suffering.

And even when we don't suffer for the Gospel explicitly, our times of pain and trouble are the best opportunities we have in this life to show what Jesus means to us. That's when people will stand up and notice that we don't hope the same hopeless hopes they hope—{grin}. It is then they will ask "of the hope that lies within us" (1 Peter 3:15). What hope is there to hope for when you are full and clothed and comfortable and know exactly where the money for this month's rent will come from? You have no reason to hope for anything—at least, that's what they think.

But when you're vomiting from the chemo or giving your mother's eulogy or being beaten for your faith, you have an amazing opportunity to show just how precious and valuable and sufficient Jesus is to you.

Think back on those early days when you first learned about Christ. Remember how you remained faithful even though it meant terrible suffering. Sometimes you were exposed to public ridicule and were beaten, and sometimes you helped others who were suffering the same things. You suffered along with those who were thrown into jail, and when all you owned was taken from you, you accepted it with joy. You knew there were better things waiting for you that will last forever. So do not throw away this confident trust in the Lord.
(Hebrews 10:32-35a)

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2 comments | Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Why did the Jewish religious establishment kill Jesus? They didn't like Him. And why didn't they like Him? Because they didn't like what He had to say.

How frequently do you dislike what others say—whether you disagree with their beliefs or opinions, or you disapprove of their tone or lack of tact?

One of the chiefest differences between the followers of Christ and all other people must be in how we handle disagreement, criticism, opposition, antagonism, and persecution. Love your enemies. Bless your enemies. Pray for your enemies. Show patience and longsuffering, like God has shown you. Forgive with no end, as God has forgiven you. Return their venom and spit with humility and respect. This is a basic tenant of the lifestyle of Jesus of Nazareth. Any other response to resistance and confrontation is not of the Spirit of Christ, but of the same spirit as that of the Pharisees and Sadducees of Jesus' day: a spirit antithetical to Christ—a spirit of "antichrist."

So, now you must question yourself: "How do I respond when I am criticized? How do I react when my beliefs or opinions are challenged? Do I feel like a "champion of the faith" when I cheapen another who disagrees with my beliefs? How do I respond when I don't think that someone is giving me the respect I feel I deserve? Am I displaying the Spirit of Christ, or a spirit inversed to the lifestyle of Jesus? Who have I disagreed with recently? Did I convey genuine love in my effort to convey what I believe to be the truth? When I don't like what someone has to say, does my heart respond any differently than the Pharisees'?"

Jesus taught them the truth, and they disagreed with Him because they weren't willing to humbly question what they were taught. They couldn't even admit that they could be wrong. They were totally convinced that what they were taught was "the faith once delivered to the saints." But it wasn't. So, they disposed of the truth-teller.

How did Jesus respond to their criticism and disagreement? He did what He could do to communicate the essence of His message, then He allowed them to torture and execute Him publically. He then tore Himself from the grip of death and walked among them again.

So, if what you believe to be true is indeed the truth, then there must come a time when you stop talking about it and show it to be true. Jesus' ultimate proof of what He said was what He did.

Let our lips tell the glory of Jesus Christ. But let our lives tell it with a greater eloquence.

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