June 26, 2009

Antennas and Signal Strength

Signals and waves are swarming all around us, in us, and through us. We all know the recent move TV has made from analog to digital. We’ll, I have a story to share about my little black TV converter box.

I was sitting at home a few weeks back watching some TV and only about 4 channels came in. This had been going on for some time with every couple of weeks losing another channel. If I didn’t originally have more channels in the first place, I would never have been aware that I lost anything. But knowing that I did, I decided to go ahead and rescan for channels.

And do you know what happened? Wow, I had all the channels back which I had initially lost, plus more channels appeared which I never knew were out there. I was surprised at how slick the process of rescanning channels worked. Also to my amazement, I had no idea there were new channels floating around untapped.

Let’s take this lesson and apply it to our spiritual lives. I know when I’m in tune with God, and when I’m out of tune with God. Sometimes, I’m lazy, slothfulness, stubborn, and too sinful to rescan my channels, clear the air, confess things, and get the lines of communication functioning properly again. Do you need to rescan your channels today with God like I need to?

The interesting thing about this analogy is also the additional channels that I received on my TV that I didn’t even realize were ever even a possibility. So it is I believe in our relationship with God. We are prone to plateau in our maturity with God and quit growing. We can become this spiritually stagnant immovable blob, and fail to realize there is so much more. We can stay like this for weeks, months, or even years. It’s real scary. We can be completely unaware that this is going on, and believe this to be natural. We can even look at others, see the same thing going on in them, and join them in complacent lives before God.

God has greater depths, more channels, and intensely gripping words He’s wanting us to catch. Often though our antennas are unaware of these signals and waves. We can walk through large portions of our lives and miss God completely. This is very tragic. Missing any part of God’s message, large or small, I believe one day we will see just how tragic or mistakes and sin truly are. We must be mindful that God desires us to keep rescanning and checking the antenna and receptivity of our own souls so we’re not missing out on pieces of Jesus’ message and our calling. Keep checking the antenna and receptivity of your soul to Jesus.

June 23, 2009

Helpless, retaining perspective

Our dog Fernando reminds me of an important lesson. When Nando, (we call him that for short) needs to go to the bathroom we have to get up and open the door so he can go outside. When Nando needs food, we have to get the bag out and pour some more doggie food into his bowl. When it’s water, we get him that as well. You’re smart, you get the picture.

Well, I submit we humans are like little 13.5 pound Fernando. Whether it’s me, or whether it’s Nando, we both need help. For us humans it takes the form of spiritual helplessness among other things. I want to just zero in on our spiritual helpless state today.

The reason for Jesus coming down to earth is because we were helpless. We could do nothing ourselves to remedy the severed relationship with God in heaven. All we can do is poop our spiritual diapers and make smelly messes when left to ourselves. Enter Jesus.

Jesus came for humanity. To save messed up wrecked souls. To do what we could not do. To pay the penalty of sin on our behalf. Jesus does so much on so many levels. He does so many things which we were incapable of doing. We were helpless. Jesus came to help. Jesus came to our rescue.

Keep perspective today, you’re still helpless. You’re still broken. Whether you tag yourself as a Christian or not. Keep the perspective that as long as you live you’ll need to be longing for the Savior. “Jesus, we need your help again today. We are helpless when left to ourselves.”

June 15, 2009

Wisdom

If I spend 10 hours a day studying, reflecting, and praying, I can still only hope to be as wise at 60, as I THOUGHT I WAS when I was 20.

May 23, 2009

My Hope for Graduates

People are a dime a dozen offering advice to graduating seniors. Some might act as if they are the keepers of some grandiose wisdom, or at least that’s how they make it sound with, “make sure you remember.” Like a recent high school graduate is going to stumble into something profound with uncle Nick’s 20 second advice lecture session. Get real. So maybe here’s a more realistic take on the idea of dispensing advice to graduating seniors.

The older we get the more susceptible we become to arrogance. It kinda seems to come with age. Seems to go hand in hand with the idea of entitlement. But as we know, just because you’re older certainly doesn’t mean you’re wiser. Sure, we can guard against arrogance and keep it at bay, but we have to be watching for it. But curiously, also the reversal is true. If I Nick, a 28 year old, studies ten hours a day, I might be as wise at 60 years old as I thought I was when I was 18 years old. Young people are also prone to arrogance.

So let’s bring this together and package it. Both young and old are prone to suffer close minded listening problem diseases. Let’s face it, no one wants to be loud obnoxious uncle Nick at the graduation party. If we don’t watch for it, we might become one of those diarrhea from the mouth people who are always trying to prove how smart they are. We want to be cautious in presumptuous thinking that we have something to teach someone else. So we step back and ask how we can both learn from each other, even when the other person is half your age.

Avoid the windbags like a plague, they’ll zap the life right out of you. Make friends with older people who are as eager to listen to you as they are in giving you advice. Yup, those kind of folks will be of great help. They’ll walk with you, and not just point out the direction. In sum, I hope you’ll find those people who are as eager to listen to you as they are to offer you advice. After all, advice is only one component of what a human wants and needs.

May 20, 2009

Eyes to Reality

You are Maker of heaven and earth,
You formed us in our mother’s womb,
You knew us from the very beginning,
You thought it good to create us,

Now things have run amuck,
You, the Potter, but we the renegade clay,
Clay that flies off the Potter’s wheel in absurd rebellion,

We have lost their minds,
All we like sheep have gone astray,
We used to curse You and flip You off only in the darkness of night because we thought it safer,
But since we don’t feel Your immediate wrath, we in a dreadful miscalculation now give You the finger in the daylight as well,

It seems everyday our perversion grows and intensifies,
The weight of our sins crushes down heavily upon Your prophets,
Sins of non-Christians and Christians,
Those who attend church and those who do not,
Those kids in youth group, and the kids who aren’t,
By those who disregard Jesus, but with showy pride coveting external appearances hang their sign saying, “God Bless this Home,”

Who can save us from this destruction?
Who can save us from this spiral of death?
Who can save us from this pit of despair?
Who can save us from this extreme self-deception?
Will the roof of the church you grew up in protect you from the wrath of God?

Who can carry this cross of our tangled wicked sins?
Does humanity have plans to re-crucify the Christ?
Does bloodthirsty humanity seek to rise up against it’s Savior Jesus yet again?

With scorn and mockery in our hearts we wear our own crown of jewels and declare ourselves as kings and queens,
We give Jesus our homemade crown of thorns,
It’s our personal touch, hand picked from thorn bushes of our own sinfully overgrown prickly hearts,

Do we not know Jesus is also Judge,
Have we forgotten that the Judge was resurrected?
That the Judge is not finished, but is coming back to judge the living and the dead?

The body count rises, and death knocks at my door,
The Lord Himself raises His bow against me,
His arrows fly true and never miss,
Look, already His bent is bent, poised and aiming!
The prophets of old have told the same tale many times before,
And yet we in arrogance slough off their compassion filled warnings,
We say that’s nonsense and superstitious mumbo gumbo from days long ago,
We have come under the delusion that we are somehow better and more evolved from our Israelite ancestors,
What a self-deceived people we have become!

Where do our church leaders go to find answers for this mess,
Oh CEO pastor where is your strategy,
Oh small church pastor tell me our plan,
Will you introduce to me yet another program to cure my sinful heart and insult me once again?
Where is the cue to my woes?
There is no program for this, only JESUS the CHRIST!
Your plans are godless!
Your plans map out the road to ruin!

Living as manics, completely losing our minds with faith that hides in shadows and corners,
Frenzied hearts, and unsettled souls, you’re children cannot pick out Your voice from the other Master’s we try to serve simultaneously,

John the Baptist’s voice was cut short as his head was cut off,
But grant us Your voice once again we pray,
May Your prophet’s words from long ago still retain a faint echo,

Give us these kinds of eyes,
The eyes to see reality for what it is,
Let us see and wrestle with our condition, and let us see and rest in our Savior Jesus.

May 16, 2009

Flight Attendants, Weddings, and Funerals

Ever hear of flight attendants, weddings, and funerals being grouped together? Yeah, me neither. But the grouping actually makes sense. Well, at least that’s what writers tell themselves even if reality betrays them with an awkward disjointed mess on paper. But here, I think I can bring flight attendants, weddings, and funerals to sit together at the same table. Let’s listen to what we can learn from this curious grouping.

I will present us with one connection/comparison joining this triad of odd ducks. The comparison to make is how the person in charge of each of these three roles is heard and received. Do people listen to the flight attendant? What about the pastor officiating a wedding? And lastly, how about the pastor performing a funeral?

Let’s look at each of these three separately. Take the flight attendant first. When the flight attendant is going through the safety instructions before take off does anybody pay attention? No. Although, very important should problems arise during the flight, the flight attendant instructions are traded for worthless magazines in the seats in front of them as people won’t even fake like they’re giving him or her their listening ear. So flight attendants get little respect when it comes to their voice and instruction being heard.

How about the pastor officiating the wedding. Any better luck here? Not much argues one pastor I recently questioned on this topic. Pastors doing weddings are little more than ornaments and fixtures on the wedding day. Most attending don’t care about their message, so they make it brief. The guests aren’t there to hear a sermon, they’re there to see the couple kiss, the dress, the flowers, family, and friends. So sorry pastors doing weddings. (I being one) Don’t get an overinflated sense of your significance that day. You may be very significant to God in articulating the marriage covenant, but rest assured those guests who you don’t know didn’t come to listen to you. They probably won’t listen to your message a whole lot more than that of the flight attendant (even though they’ll politely pacify you by faking it). You’re just a hood ornament. A little bit like those silly plastic bride and groom pieces on top of wedding cakes. But don’t let that effect your self worth. Being grouped together with flight attendants is just fine. It just comes with the territory of your job that day, and not a reflection on your person hood. I’ve met many super nice flight attendants, so you’re in good company.

On to the pastor at the funeral. Had a discussion with my pastor friend on this one as well. His thought was that here, people are actually looking for the pastor. Only out of these three, flight attendant, weddings, and funerals, does the pastor at the funeral get heard. People are looking and listening for the pastor’s words at this juncture. The grief and vulnerability at this painful moment of losing a loved one makes for somewhat more open ears to what the pastor has to say. So, if people look to you, regardless of your “spiritual title,” seize their attention in these moments and talk about the depth of Jesus.

Wrapping it up, people don’t listen to everyone equally. Do people trample upon your words like that of a flight attendant? Do they fake listen like at a wedding ceremony? Or do they cling to your words like you’re speaking to the depths of their being? If people shrug you off, maybe a humility pill is in order, and you need to try listening to others first if you also desire to be heard.

We all have relationships where that one person thinks they’re the expert on everything and you listen to nothing they say and for good reason. You know the guy I’m talking about. He’s the forty year old socially awkward guy who lives with his mom but talks your ear off giving you marriage advice. That person has lost their marbles. But in other relationships you have bated breath and are at the edge of your seat ready to soak in everything the person has to say. Gifted communicators that I respect the most are first gifted listeners. The best communicate with one ear to the human predicament and one ear to the divine perspective.

Just another post to ponder effective communication, hearing, listening, and receiving. The breadth in which we can communicate is quite impressive. We can communicate with weight, or we can communicate with words that pass away in the wind.

May 15, 2009

Overload

Never read the book, but I got these seventeen points from it. Book is by Richard Swenson, M.D., “Margin: Restoring Emotional, Physical, Financial, and Time Reserves to Overloaded Lives.” Interesting to see how overloaded our society can be, and how Swenson chose to articulate it. Here are the seventeen different types of overload as he saw them.

-Activity Overload
-Change Overload
-Choice Overload
-Commitment Overload
-Debt Overload
-Decision Overload
-Expectation Overload
-Fatigue Overload
-Hurry Overload
-Information Overload
-Media Overload
-Noise Overload
-People Overload
-Possession Overload
-Technology Overload
-Traffic Overload
-Work Overload

Anything on that list surprise you? Anything make sense once you thought about it, but never thought about it before in that way? Anything to add to the list? Let’s hear your comments.

May 12, 2009

Late Nights

I love late nights/early mornings, however you want to look at it. It’s 2am, and I’m up thinking about life. My good friend recently had a baby about a week ago, and I’m thinking maybe he and his wife are up at about this time too. Whether a person can’t sleep, a crying baby, or something else, I view middle of the nights as gifts from God. Since it’s mid-May I reflect on my two year anniversary from Wheaton Graduate School. I remember those late nights and early mornings in the academics. It seems so weird to think back on it now, almost like that was someone else. Very bizarre and almost like a hiccup in my life to think back to how I coped with those two years of life. I think of all the people cramming right now with exams in the morning. Seems strange to be done with that lifestyle sometimes. But rest assured, I don’t miss the anxiety, nerves, stress, and other self-induced pressures of my academic past.

Now late nights and early mornings don’t mean sleepy eyes, tired minds, and Greek and Hebrew frustrations. Now it’s of my own accord, with no route memorization agenda of Greek and Hebrew vocab or paradigms, but just me with my Lord. Feels kinda nice. Feels real nice actually. Instead of losing perspective and tunnel vision buried in some book, now it’s spent with reminders of God’s much larger story. That’s quite a change with how early mornings are spent. Here is to wakeful silence when others sleep, the constant presence of our Lord at 2am, and moving through even the dark and lonely hours. God is in it all, whatever 2am means for you.

May 10, 2009

Tulip Time Sunday, Pella Iowa

It’s the Sunday of Tulip Time and the rush is over. The crowds are packing up and heading up. Things will quickly return to normal in this small town. I am posting a few Sabbath Sunday thoughts in reflection. They won’t be a continuous string, but rather scattered islands springing to the surface from the recesses of my mind. The initial thoughts about Tulip Time, the last thoughts about the soul in general.

Need an excuse to eat unhealthy food? Come to Tulip Time! Get lost in the friendly cordial crowd. Become immersed for a few days in a historical Dutch atmosphere. Although as I write that last sentence I’m really not sure how much of it is Dutch other than last names that are hard to pronounce that start with the letter ‘V.’ That, and the tulips, a windmill, or 2, or 3, $8 to tour the ‘historical village’, a few parades, some historical Dutch clothing, and some Dutch food. But alas, an Americanized money maker or an authentic Dutch blast from the past, come to Tulip Time, tons of people do!

But leaving those thoughts, along with the clothes that reek from the deep fat fryer for the Vet Bollen Dutch pastry from our stand, I move onto other thoughts. Hungry crowds eye up pofferjies (mini-pancake Dutch specialties) Vet Bollen (Dutch pastry with raisin and nutmeg inside, rolled in sugar, tastes similar to a donut hole) and funnel cakes (you know what those are!). Hungry belies satisfied, but question marks about the status of the many souls. Perhaps many of the souls that came by our food stand are left unfed and neglected. What am I, a pastor, serving them Dutch pastry in a food stand to do? Too difficult of a question for me to act upon. Or maybe just lazy ears on my part. Busy like bees, people buzz by, and then fly out. How does God inject his truth serum in the masses, get them to pause and ask themselves, “Is it well with my soul?”

A clean break with Tulip Time talk and unto Sabbath thoughts. Tired small talk, heavy hearts, labored service, un-hearing ears. Numbing pains with foods and distractions. Escapism at it’s finest, 6 days a week. Come back to Sabbath rest. We humans really are good at what we do…tiring ourselves out!

Minds finding it irksome to think. Listless Zombies moving to and fro. Come back to Sabbath rest. An amused and entertainment seeking culture continues slipping downwards. Come back to the water that quenches. Enter into Sabbath rest.

Dissonance and discord, souls are left unsettled. Unresolved issues deep within, we bear the marks of a fallen world. Show the pains, the scars, and the sins to Jesus, he’s the one who heals and forgives those who confess. Enter into Sabbath.

May 6, 2009

Silence Regarding the Mystery

Sitting back in silence pondering the mystery of God lately. God is more mysterious everyday. Or so that’s how my finite mind is articulating it today with inadequate language. He’s mysterious in a way that makes me want to praise Him and spend more time with Him. Mysterious in a way that leaves me breathless and takes me into silence. The kind of mystery the holds me in silent attention.

Hopefully it all leads me to a little bit more humility, a little bit more reverence, a little bit more listening, a little bit less arrogance, a little bit less judgmentalism, a little bit more gracious towards others, a little bit less hostility towards myself, and a little bit more joining Him in that mysterious place.