Francis Chan at Exponential 2009

Francis Chan spoke at Exponential 2009 conference for new churches. He gave a powerful testimony, challenge, and encouragement to those of us participating in the conference. I thought many others may find it as challenging as I did.

Here it is.

Last night at Emmaus Road Church we talked about the passage from Luke's gospel 24:13-35 where Jesus appeared to the two disciples walking on the road to Emmaus after the Resurrection. The amazing thing is that even though the disciples had already heard reports of the resurrection, they were still lost and confused (v. 17). It wasn't until they actually experienced the resurrected Christ and their eyes were opened that they were transformed.

So many in our world, even in the Church, have yet to really experience the resurrected Christ--and to have their eyes opened. Our vision for Emmaus Road Church is to be a place, a people, a church, where people com into a life-transforming experience with Jesus Christ--where their eyes are opened to the reality that He is there, and has been there with them all along.

I believe we're beginning to make strides in that direction and that people are starting to catch the vision. Every week since Easter we've had one or two new faces at ERC. I think it's only a matter of time before things begin to snowball. What an encouragement to finally begin seeing something happen.

One more thing, pray for me as I perform my uncle's funeral this week. He and my aunt were there for my family when my father was killed in a car accident. I pray that I can bring some of Christ's hope and peace to them now.

Coincidence? I think not!

Most skeptics, when they offer their objections to the existence of Sasquatch, point to the dearth of actual photographic evidence. They couldn't be more mistaken.

To the contrary, there actually exists a great deal of photographic evidence. In fact, said evidence is observable in both large cities and small towns all across this great land of ours. Not only is this evidence easily observable, but it also points to the reality that Sasquatch has clandestinely infiltrated one of the highest government agencies in America.

I took a few minutes to gather some of this indisputable evidence into one place (my blog) for your consideration. I defy anyone to observe with an objective eye the following photographic attestations and still contend with any semblance of integrity that incontrovertible photographic evidence for the presence of Sasquatch is not obvious all across the United States (and Canada).

EXHIBIT A

EXHIBIT B

1967 Patterson-Gimiln Film Frame 352

EXHIBIT C

SASQUATCH, WE KNOW YOUR LEGEND'S REAL!

What if . . . ?

This will be quick because I'm subbing in 15 minutes at Oscar's school, but I wanted to offer something to think and meditate on.

I just got back from the Exponential conference in Orlando. Nearly 3,000 church planters from around the country. If you know me, you know I don't say this about very many things, but it was life-changing. If they ever put the messages from the plenary speakers online, I will post them in a future entry for you to hear.

To sum up and combine the challenges from two of the speakers, Craig Groeschel and Francis Chan, I offer this question:

What if we stopped living out of our preconceptions about what life in Christ really is and instead started living out what Scripture reveals it to be? Imagine how radically that would alter our churches and our personal lives.

Well, what if?

Christianity's Hollow Side

Being Good Friday, today we remember with humility and thanksgiving, the crucifixion of incarnate Love on the Cross. With His life, death, resurrection, and ascension nearly 2,000 years ago, Jesus Christ reconciled us to the Father for eternity (here's a great blog post by a friend of mine, Joe Boggs, on the Resurrection). Praise be His name!

One would think that in light of an act so infinitely powerful and grace-filled that we would never come to the subject I'm reflecting on today, but, sadly, we have. I'm talking about the sentimentalization of our faith in Christ.

Recently I was reading a humorous article in Newsweek titled, "Murder on Music Row: Taylor Swift? Songs about cute Little Kids? What happened to Country music?" You can find it here. The writer wonders where the gritty, hard-scrabble, down-and-out country music of yore has gone and wandered off to. At one point he asks: "How did we get to this strange, alien land where there's a country-awards show that honors pop-music teeny-boppers and a lot of the songs aren't really country by even the stretchiest definition?"

Where am I going with all of this? Well, a couple days after reading the article, I was sitting in a church service on Sunday morning listening to the "special" music for the day (why do we even have "special" music in church anyway--talent showcase? Or lack-of-talent showcase, as the case may be?), and I got to thinking about how the song was so indicative of the state of Christianity in America today. The song (I can't remember the title) was about a child's view of the crucifixion, and it really played up the emotional, tear-jerker side of the whole thing. And I thought to myself, this is a huge part of our problem; we've gutted Christianity of its real meaning. We've reduced our faith to nothing more than sentimentalism.

Is it any wonder that the Church is in steep decline in the Western world when all we have to offer it is a Hallmark version of the Crucifixion? Would you give up your comfortable way of living, turn the other cheek, walk the second mile, give the shirt off your back, even surrender your life for a religious faith that proffers you little more than a sports figurine of Jesus? (More websites talking about Christian kitsch, here, here, and here.

Several years ago, I asked myself the question one Sunday morning, "Is this all that Jesus died for? So we could get together for an hour once a week and half-sing a few songs and decide where to eat lunch during the sermon?" (I copied a quote from Francis Chan on this same subject a couple of months ago here.)

I don't know what this all means or even what the answer is (though I think Alan Hirsch is on to something in The Forgotten Ways: Reactivating the Missional Church. Check it out here.), but I'm willing to journey toward finding out. I'm ready to get past the sentimentalization of Christ and Christianity and find out once again what's worth giving my life to.

Are you?

Heroscape saves the day!

Many of you know that I'm a bit of a boardgame fan. In fact, I have about 70 games in a closet in my basement at this very moment. Now before you go asking how I could justify spending thousands of dollars on silly games (avg. $20/game x 70 = $1,400) let me make it clear that nearly all of them have been purchased at garage sales for pennies on the dollar.
But that's all beside the point.

One of my favorite games (and used to be Keith's until he became a loser) is Heroscape. You can find out more about it here. I know it sounds rather geekish, like something you'd find being played by a bunch of middle-aged, balding men with no lives (and it is), but it's also a fun family game. Barb and Oscar and I have had a lot of fun playing it together since we got into it.

Well, here's the gist of the story: this afternoon while Oscar was at school, we were out running errands for Emmaus Road Church. While we were out, we stopped at a WalMart, and I just happened by the toy department and saw an expansion set for the game which we didn't have, so I bought it. It was one that Oscar had been asking about for a while.

Later, we picked up Oscar from school, and when we got home I let him open it. After opening it, he asked if we could get out the rest of the game and if he could play while I worked upstairs. So I headed down to the basement to get it, and lo and behold there was 1 1/2 inches of water on one half of the basement floor (we've had A LOT of rain the last few days). Very frustrating to say the least, especially since several boxes of my books were on that floor .

Plumbing Guy was called. He came over and brought the requisite equipment (including plumber's crack) and cleared the drain. Now the cleanup process begins.

Anyway, without our trusty old friend Heroscape, the water may have sat there for a while or may have even risen as more rain is expected. Fortunately, we'll never know.

Thank you Heroscape!

Write. Erase. Repeat.

Quick back story: About a month ago I began subbing for the Toledo Public School district. Although I've taken to it far more than I thought I would, there's one thing I've found particularly delightful . . . chalk!

Nothing in the classroom satisfies me like the dry, powdery, cool feel of a stick of chalk. And there is little that can compare to the pleasure of striking and dragging said stick across that black porcelain enamel wall (a.k.a. the chalkboard).

Write. Erase. Repeat. Sheer simplicity and genuis.

During a lecture, I've found that nothing drives home the point like a series of staccato strikes and scratches from my cylinder of calcium sulfate. In other words, chalk gets the job done: its stark white on black burns the image of isosceles traingles and object pronouns forever into the minds of those entrusted to my tutelage.

Further delight is to be had when the larger pieces of chalk shrink from use and are then able to be shaken in a loosely-clenched fist (imagine shaking a pair of dice). It's quickly become a habit that may be akin to the smoker who incessantly flicks the ashes off her cancer stick. The students that I've had for more than a couple of days have noticed and taken to my quirky proclivity. Last week a couple of them began emulating my behavior by picking up their own chalk bits and giving them the requisite shakes. Ah, there's nothing like molding young minds.

Alas, the elementary school at which I've spent most of my time teaching so far will move into a new building in 2010. I fear that my precious chalkboard and its accoutrement of chalk tidbits, dust, and felt erasers will go the way of the dinosaurs, and I'll be left with the annoyances of white boards. Then, fingers besmirched by dry-erase markers, I'll make my lonely way into the 21st century mourning the loss of one of humanity's greatest of inventions.

An Ode to Chalk:

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,

and have not chalk, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

And though I though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries,

and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains,and have not chalk, I am nothing . . .

And now abideth faith, hope, and chalk, these three; but the greatest of these is chalk.

Emmaus Road Church Remodel Photos

Some of you have asked how the Emmaus Road Church building is coming and if I would post some new pics, so here goes.

Things are progressing well, although they've slowed a bit since I've started substitute teaching with Toledo Public Schools full time. We've finally gotten to the point where a lot of the major work is finished--a lot of the stuff you don't really see or realize how much work has gone into it. So far, between our own work and the work of volunteers, we have close to 400 hours into the building.

Today, we just started priming and painting and that's when you really begin to see things coming together. I want to mention briefly the people and churches God has used to do His work at ERC: John and Kathy from ERC, Dan from the Alliance Church, 5 work teams from Lima Community Nazarene, and 3 work teams from Bedford (MI) Nazarene. We would never have been this far without all of you.

Below are a few photos of the not-yet-finished product.

Francis Chan on the Church

I hope these words from Francis Chan challenge you and make you think as they have me this week:

"Is there any logic in believing that God started His Church as a Spirit-filled, loving body with the intention that it would evolve into entertaining, hour-long services? Was he hoping that one day people would be attracted to the Church not because they care for one another, not because they are devoted to Him, not because the supernatural occurs in their midst, but because of good music and entertainment?"

If you'd like to read the rest you can find it here.

A Gift Not Ours

For four months now, we've been expecting our fourth child this July. However, two days ago, we miscarried the baby. Although it was very painful emotionally, we are very happy and blessed to have been able to bury the tiny, 13 week old baby on top of my dad's grave in Lima, Ohio.

Miscarriages are always hard, but for us, I think this one is even harder than the previous two which happened before we had kids, because now that we have other children, we know how precious kids are and what we're losing by losing a baby.

We chose not to name him (he was a boy) because we feel like he was never really given to us. Ultimately he's God's and God's to name, so we gave him back to God to care for and to name.

Finally, we've known God's peace through all of this. We know He cares, that He suffers as we do (probably more), and that He's with us though it all.

Godspeed, Mr. President

You can read President Barack Obama's inaugural address here.

R.I.P. Andrew Wyeth

I have a particular affinity for American Painters from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Winslow Homer (d. 1910), the ubiquitous Edward Hopper (d. 1967), Thomas Hart Benton (d. 1975), and the now late Andrew Wyeth have all captured my attention for various reasons: Homer for his ability to capture the ruggedness and beauty of New England and its people, Hopper for His use of color, choice of subject, and the underlying commentary of his works on isolationism within the American psyche, Benton for his unique fluid style and strong use of color in portraying American life particularly in the many murals he created (and also because He was a resident of Kansas City--his home, which is now a museum, was only a few blocks from where we lived), and finally Wyeth for his moody and stark realism and use of light, lines, and subject, particularly in the Helga pictures.

I hope you'll take some time to explore their world.

Sasquatch . . . Now You Know He's REAL!

Yet more evidence to confound the chorus of Bigfoot naysayers: Tenacious D (aka Jack Black and Kyle Gass) offer up the Sasquatch song. Check it out here.

Parental Advisory: They may (okay, do) use a couple of potty mouth words.

Design Your Own Church

A friend of mine recently challenged me to dig deeper into what it is that God's called us here to do--to give congitive flesh to the yearning that God's placed in my heart. Each of us hopes and waits for something, he said. That "something" doesn't look like everything else. Specifically, if I've heard him correctly, he's describing an expression and incarnation of faith that is authentic and genuine: we know it when we see it, and consequently we're drawn to it.

The Church, (and by "Church" I don't mean the Institution, but rather the Body of Christ, i.e. the life of the Holy Spirit lived out within those who call themselves Jesus' followers), is the nexus of this yearning hope and incarnate expression. It embodies (or ought to, at least) the Kingdom of God here on earth. Too often it (we) fall short. This "falling short" induces in many of us the yearning described above: we long for the fullness of salvation and relationship (with God and others) for which God created us.

When I say, "Design Your Own Church" I'm asking what does the Church that fully embodies the Kingdom of God look like for you. In these intial stages of exploration and definition I've simply come up with a list of words that at least hint at what I believe it is.

Trinitarian
Worshipful
Christ-centered
Mysterious
Explorative
Open
Belonging before you believe
Genuine
Authentic
Confessional
Healing
Devotional
Historical
Eucharistic
Celebrative
Imaginative
Spirit-inspired
Life-giving
Journeying
Safe
Fellowship
Hopeful
Inclusive
Forgiving
Beautiful
Relational
Comprehensive
Color-blind

What do you think?

Church Shopping Anyone?

My friend Joe Boggs has a good post, here, on the idea of the "vow of stability" in the Benedictine tradition contrasted with the phenomenon of church shopping, i.e., people jumping from one church to the next to find one that suits their "needs." I can see both sides of the issue, and I'm curious about your thoughts, but here is what I commented to him:

"Joe, that reminds me of Luther and Wesley who, although they revolutionized the churches they were a part of, never intended to leave them. Luther was forced out, and Wesley never actually did part with the Anglicans. It seems that a lot of the positive movements have been where people sought to stay but were forced out.

Still (and I'm curious about your thoughts), what to do when the very place where we're supposed to be in relationship and receive proper teaching and encouragement, ceases to be that place?

To wit: Barb and I have visited nearly 20 different churches since we've been here in Toledo. The reality is that there are maybe 2 or 3 that we might consider staying at if God hadn't called us here to do something different. Most of it is because the communities seem more focused on themselves than on others. But there's also the felt lack of depth in worship, fellowship, and teaching. We want to be someplace where it's obvious that God's Spirit is moving and has freedom to blow where He listeth. Sadly, our experience, and the experience of many is that there aren't many places like that.

That doesn't mean the church has to be big either. We were a part of two churches in K.C. (Trinity, a.k.a. Rainbow Blvd., and Jacob's Well) that fit the bill above. Trinity was ~100 and Jacob's Well was ~450. Lima Community Nazarene in Ohio reminds me of a large church (2200) that's trying hard to do the right thing and be outwardly focused.

All that to say, I believe there's a time to stay and a time to go. Probably people leave too quickly, but sometimes they may stay too long. Not everyone has the spiritual disposition to endure years of dryness and antipathy. And if on would argue that a person should work on their own spiritual life in spite of what's going on in their church, then that discounts the primarily relational character of the Christian faith--we're never meant to live it out in isolation and with no support.

I'll end with this: If we believe that the Church is as important as we say it is--for fellowship, encouragement, spiritual teaching, service, etc.--then we need to take into account what to do when a particular church fails to provide any or even all of them."

What are you thoughts?

Where Were You Born?

Most of you were probably born in a hospital. A few might have been born at home. Maybe one of you was born roadside in the backseat of a car. Probably none of you was born in an animal's food trough. But that's where the Son of God first rested His head on our earth.

As we talked about this last night at our weekly Bible study, I was moved by the brilliance of God's plan. Consider this:

• Mary and Joseph had to travel roughly 100 miles to reach Bethlehem from Nazareth. It was at least a 3 day journey. Had not Caesar called for a census, they most likely wouldn't have traveled to Bethlehem thus leaving the prophecy in Micah 5:2-5 unfulfilled.


• The Hebrew name Bethlehem literally means "House of Bread ." Jesus, who said of himself, "I am the Bread of Life," (John 6:48-51) is born in Bethlehem--the House of Bread.


• Because of the census, the inn of Bethlehem was full. Mary found herself giving birth to the Son of God in a barn, surrounded by animals many of which were destined to become sacrifices for the sins of the people or to provide food. Jesus, the final sacrifice for human sinfulness, and the Bread of Life itself, entered the world amongst the very animals which had served in His place for so long!

If you haven't ever done so, I'd encourage you to spend some time this year really digging into the accounts of the birth of Jesus. Centuries of God's history converged on that little town in Judea in a way that's beyond imagination. There's so much there that will build your faith in God's intervention through Jesus Christ on our behalf. You won't be disappointed.

I Want to Be Honest About This Church Planting Thing

This morning at one of the churches we've visited before, a woman asked me how things were going with ERC (Emmaus Road Church). I answered her as I do nearly everyone who asks. I tell the good stories about the people we've met, about the dreams we have, about how God seems to be opening doors for us. And all of that is true, and I think people need to hear that encouragement.

But the reality is, I wonder if I'm misleading them into thinking that planting a church is easy, that things just fall into your lap, that there's little hard labor and sorrow and loneliness and disappointment and uncertainty involved. That it's something you can do in your spare time when you feel like it. That it doesn't shake you to your foundation. That, at the end of many weeks I resonate with the exasperation of Charlie Brown when he exclaims, "Good grief!"

If I'm honest with you, I will tell you that I don't have a "game plan." That I don't really know what I'm doing. That I've questioned myself and God more times than I can count. That I've looked at other churches with a mixture of envy and despair (both envying and despairing at the same exact things). That I've been laid bare and found wanting on too many occasions. That my best attempts at anything seem about as effective as stopping a hurricane with an umbrella.

I say all of this because, as those who believe in the reality of God's love manifested in Christ, I owe it to you not to put a varnish over the very real scuff marks and gouges in the wood of this thing for fear you could get the wrong idea about following God. It's not easy. We're fools if we ever think it will be.

And yet, as difficult as it is, there is good news in all of this: At least I don't have to fake desperation for God anymore.

On Gratitude

I've been reading Brennan Manning's book "Ruthless Trust" lately. Time after time, he reminds me of what God is graciously doing in my life at the present moment--and for that ,Manning's been a good companion as of late.

I wanted to pass along something from the book in light of it being Thanksgiving and all. Here's a quotation from Henri Nouwen that Manning includes in the chapter, "The Way of Gratefulness." Maybe as a way of saying thanks, you might pick up a copy of Manning's book, read it, then express to God how grateful you are for the life He's giving you.

"To be grateful for the good things that happen in our lives is easy, but to be grateful for all of our lives--the good as well as the bad, the moments of joy as well as the moments of sorrow, the successes as well as the failures, the rewards as well as the rejections--that requires hard spiritual work. Still, we are only grateful people when we can say thank you to all that has brought us to the present moment. As long as we keep dividing our lives between events and people we would like to remember and those we would rather forget, we cannot claim the fullness of our beings as a gift of God to be grateful for. Let's not be afraid to look at everything that has brought us to where we are now and trust that we will soon see in it the guiding hand of a loving God."

Happy Thankgiving.

Let's just be real for a moment . . .

. . . some days are better than others.

Our Next President--Barack Obama

For me, this day, this night, was a demonstration of all that is good about America. It was about loving our neighbor, about seeking something higher than our own self-interests, about the reality that God has created all of us brothers and sisters. The speeches by both McCain and Obama gave testimony to and called us forward into a future where we are not identified by our differences but rather known for our charity and unity.

I believe this brings us much closer to the intent for this nation of our country's forefathers. More importantly, I believe it brings us that much closer to the message of Christ and God's intent for us as His beloved creation. Of course my hope for our country and indeed our world rests firmly upon God and His mercy in Christ, but my heart cries out "Yes!" when I catch a glimpse, as I did tonight, be it ever so faint, of the image of God in humanity--of people of all colors and ages, incomes and cultures, hoping and pledging to sacrifice for each other and a better tomorrow.

I know Barack Obama will not be able to fix everything. I know I will disagree fundamentally with him on certain, if not many, issues. But I believe, and want to believe, that He will bring an end to the hatred and fear and partisanship that have divided us from one another and prohibited us from accomplishing great things. And that gives me great hope.

Hear me clearly, Christ is our Lord and King. We ought not put our complete trust in any other but Him. Nevertheless, we live in a world that needs good men and women who will call us to live for something greater than ourselves. Perhaps Barack Obama will be one of them.

May God give him wisdom and grace--and may he listen and lead justly.