Never underestimate what a small seed with time and perseverance can accomplish!
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
While my wife and I think she’s the cutest, smartest little grand-daughter the world has ever seen, are we just biased? In the overall scheme of the universe, does one little girl matter that much? I mean, hey, let’s face facts here – the kid can’t even feed herself, change her own pants or carry on a meaningful conversation. I love her and everything, but I’m not really sure she’s a great investment.
Right now, she’s just sort of a pretty, little penny, isn’t she? She’s all shiny, cute and new, but you can’t pay for a Snicker’s bar, cheeseburger, or even a stale bag of circus peanuts with just a penny, am I right? And let’s talk about pennies…who really cares about pennies? Hypothetically, we could save up a mountain of them and buy something meaningful, but most of the time, we don’t even bend over to pick one up when we see it laying on the sidewalk. Who cares about pennies? Pennies are just something we now leave in the penny cup at the gas station or grocery store just to keep them from jangling noisily in our pockets or purses.
But is that how God thinks of shiny pennies and tiny people? It isn’t, is it? What if I told you the Kingdom of God was just a rusty, tiny little penny on the sidewalk? What if I proved that the Bible has an entirely different perspective on what is big and what is small?
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
We would often play, eat, laugh and talk until the very wee hours of the morning. We would put the kids in pajamas early in the evening and, one by one, all the children would just drop where they were playing and fall asleep until the grownups finally got tired, collected our sleepy urchins from floors and couches and went on home. One weekend evening, as we were driving over to the Johnsons house yet again, my little Tesia piped up loudly from the back seat and said, “Daddy, why are we always going over to the pastor’s house? All you guys do is just talk and talk and talk and talk!” I chuckled, gave her a quick answer and explanation and then offered her a solution. I told Tesia that if, at any point in the evening, she thought daddy was talking too much, she could come over to my side, look me right in the face and say, “Daddy, yap, yap, yap!” Tesia ran off to play and I forgot all about our little talk. So you can imagine my laughter and surprise when, several hours later, my cute, cuddly little girl in her footie pajamas walked right over to Pastor Bill in the middle of a really good story, looked him straight in the eye, shook her head and said, “Yap, yap, yap!”
I love telling that story because it makes me laugh. And laughing in church is almost always good! But I also love it because I am utterly and completely convinced that is exactly how Almighty God regularly feels about us. I am truly convinced our LORD regularly stands among us, shakes his head and mutters, “Yap, yap, yap! All you people do is talk, talk, talk!”
The gospels are filled with stories of Jesus’ often frustrating conversations with yap, yap, yapping religious people. In Matthew 21, the LORD had just triumphantly entered Jerusalem to much fanfare and controversial adulation, only to stomp into the temple and drive out business people and greedy money changers. And then he healed a bunch of outcasts and offended the yapping religious classes by accepting their praises. The next morning, reentering the holy city hungry, he cursed a fruitless fig tree and it immediately withered. When the disciples marveled, Jesus used the moment as a teaching opportunity to discuss the great power of faith. But then Jesus reentered the temple, headquarters of the yap, yap, yapping religious people…
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Even though I prepared this sermon almost three weeks ago, before I left on vacation, I knew I would be coming back here this morning grateful to be back here. I knew weeks ago that this morning would be a wonderful time of restoration for us. I knew it would be good to come again into the house of the LORD with you folks.
Many centuries ago, another group of people prepared to worship again – a group of ancient Hebrews. Smart scholars speculate these people were gathering together in a time of drought, great need or poor harvest, but the truth is we don’t know exactly when this people gathered to worship, we don’t know the precise occasion or situation, we don’t know who wrote the song they sang other than the group of guys the song was written for – the Sons of Korah. But it doesn’t matter that we don’t know all these picky details, because we know exactly the profound restoration they were singing about. As we open our Bibles to Psalm 85, we surely do know the restoration they were hoping for. We can absolutely sing the same song they sang.
Let’s listen to the song as we too gather to worship and be restored this morning…
Sunday, September 14, 2014
At fifty-three, I’m still waiting for puberty.
At about sixteen, after giving up on my silly, Vikings middle linebacker pipe dreams and going to Haiti for a mission experience, I began waiting for the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association to call and let me know that Dr. Graham was hoping I would take over his preaching ministry. Still waiting on that phone call…
I’ve spent my whole life waiting on one thing or another. Sometimes the waiting has become so utterly intolerable, I’ve actually given up on things. This week I may possibly lose my blog domain name because I just can’t stand the thought of waiting one more minute for Google to get its act together! I’m increasingly convinced the entrance to hell will be a huge waiting room where people will sit tightly packed into a windowless, sweaty, smelly computer cube farm for a few centuries while loudspeakers politely announce, “Thank you for calling Google. And congratulations for even finding our number! Your business is very important to us. Please continue to hold as we utterly ignore your computing crisis. Have a nice day!”
I hate waiting! Hate, hate, hate waiting! I hated waiting so badly when I left the Army that I made a promise I would never stand in line again. Good luck with that sort of resolution! On Saturday, Monica and I will get on a plane to Virginia in order to spend a week with family. I’m looking forward to every minute of next week except the air travel part. Ugh! Wait in line to check in. Wait through the security line for an utterly dehumanizing, paranoid and comically pointless TSA cavity search. Get stuffed into a cramped, toxic and stuffy tin can with a hundred or so other miserable, waiting drones and wait for another few hours nervously nibbling mini pretzels and Dixie cups of Pepsi. Wait for luggage at the other end, hoping against hope we won’t be waiting for a few days while the airline retrieves our wandering, wayward stuff from Topeka or Tennessee! Quite honestly, I would very happily spend five days in a car over five minutes on an airplane, because I’m not waiting in a car (especially in my Hemi Hyundai). I’m traveling. I’m moving. I’m making progress; living large, snarfing my donuts, curly fries and cheeseburgers. I’m watching the utterly fascinating and beautiful world pass by my windows and I’m not waiting for anything…unless, you know, I get stuck somewhere and have to wait…
I hate waiting. I hate waiting! So you can imagine my difficulties when I come across verses like the one at the end of our Bible passage this morning. In Psalm 27:14, like an exclamation point at the end of the chapter, we are told: “Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!” Great! I spend my whole life waiting and now I’ve got to wait on God too? Great! Just great!
Monday, September 8, 2014
Isn’t that just a gorgeous image? Who wouldn’t want to do that? I know the Bible doesn’t say anything at all about people becoming angels or getting wings when we die, I know all the comforting claptrap we hear at funerals about flying and getting wings is unbiblical, but I sure wouldn’t mind if the flying stuff were true. I would love to fly. Super Kevin! That would really take care of my little, commuting to the UP every weekend issue, wouldn’t it? I would absolutely love to soar like an eagle, wouldn’t you? Isn’t this just one of the most beautiful images in the book?
But then there’s reality…
As most of you know, my current day job is a customer service position with a company selling clothing, safety gear and equipment to people who work mostly outdoors. And my good company sincerely cares about giving excellent customer service to our customers; I take pride in knowing they genuinely do desire to give astounding customer service. And good service is made a little easier for us since a great many of our customers are elderly farm families who just aren’t comfortable ordering over the internet; a lot of nice, gentle old farmers and their wives. Most of our customers are truly wonderful, but a few of them can be really awful; some of them famously awful. I took a call this week from a woman so terrible, so horrible her name is very well known among my coworkers. When I discussed her truly awful phone call with others the next day, one coworker joked, “That woman doesn’t need astounding customer service; she needs an exorcist!” I promised I would forward him all her calls in the future!
How am I supposed to “soar like an eagle” when I’ve got to spend time with people like that? Remember the old saying I’m sure many of us are already thinking right now: “It is hard to soar like an eagle when surrounded by so many turkeys!” I know that’s a very judgmental and arrogant perspective. For one thing, that joke assumes I’m not regularly a turkey myself! But life sure does feel that way a lot, doesn’t it? LORD, I would love nothing more in the world than to soar like an eagle, but right now, I’ve got a lot of turkey junk keeping me grounded.
And let’s be brutally honest about our turkeys here, shall we? My petty, customer service turkeys are just the very tip of the iceberg on this soaring issue, aren’t they? How do you soar like an eagle if you’re trying to live a good Christian life in northern Iraq these days?
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Bad teaching and bad behavior – sometimes church stories can be really terrible. Some churches are downright embarrassing!
I will never as long as I live forget the stories I heard about this one church. Man! Let me tell you something true – this one church I heard about was spectacularly terrible. They were fighting about exactly which leader they were going to follow. They were all trying to impress each other with how smart they were and nobody would back down. They were all about prestige! And all these wise, sanctimonious “holier than thou” arguments were going on even as this church had unrepentant sexual immorality taking place among the church people! Can you imagine? Ugh! I won’t even go into the gory details there! This terrible church had its church people actually dragging each other into civilian courts over their grievances. They were arguing about what foods they should eat and which ones they shouldn’t. They were arguing about how people should dress. They would get together to periodically celebrate the LORD’s Supper and instead of a beautiful, quiet time of repentance and reflection, the whole thing become just another fancy dinner party where some people ate like pigs and others ate nothing at all. This terrible church was arguing about which spiritual gifts mattered and which ones didn’t – which people were important and necessary in the church and which people just weren’t. And their worship services…oh man, don’t even get me started! Their worship was just a chaotic mess! Anybody wandering in from the street wouldn’t have had a clue what was going on! This terrible church was messed up in almost every way any church could be.
But do you know what? Heaven help me, hearing all this terrible stuff, I was digging around for more information on this terrible church and how it got the way it was [how not to do church, you know?] and you can just imagine my surprise when I found a dusty old letter from a prominent, itinerant church planter who actually seemed to love these people! I just couldn’t believe it! After having heard all the utterly terrible stuff about this church I’d heard around town, I couldn’t believe the way this old guy Paul opened his letter to these people…