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Competitive Edge

I believe that God revealed His design for all of creation in the Garden.  Within this original blueprint there was no strife, or any need to push to the front of the line.  Every creature had their place, and He was their limitless provision.  Each creation derived its sense of worth and purpose from its unique relationship to the Creator. 

Had mankind chosen to remain under the umbrella of His Lordship, unspeakable joy and a peace that surpasses understanding, could have been our daily bread.  But the choice to go our own way, and to rely on our own sense of what is right came with significant costs.  Not the least of which was the change in how we view ourselves, and how we look at one another.

Unhinged from the Father’s perspective, we lost track of our identity, purpose, and sense of belonging.  Without Him as a singular reference point, we began to look at each other, and to measure ourselves by what we saw.  I believe it’s telling that after eating the forbidden fruit man and woman covered the parts of themselves that were different from each other.

As mankind was expelled from the garden, life became a struggle for provision and a battle to survive (Gen.3:17-19).  Estranged from our limitless Provider, and unseated from our place at His table, we floundered to find our place in the world, or to conjure a sense of self-worth.  Our comparisons (to each other) inevitably led to competition, and it didn’t take long for that dynamic to become lethal (Gen.4:8).

Because of man’s natural proclivity to compare, to covet and to compete we seem to have accepted that this is all part of God’s design, but I would suggest that it’s actually a byproduct of the fall.  If our identities were rooted in Christ, and if we trusted that He is our provision, there would be no need to compare, covet or compete.  As such, I think it’s fair to say that our compulsion to compete is generally rooted in both our insecurity and our instinct to survive.

Western culture has not only accepted competition as a normal part of the human condition, it has embraced it as a core value.  Our society loves to turn every facet of life into a contest (e.g. The Voice-singing, The Bachelor-relationships, The Biggest Loser-weight loss, Beat Bobby Flay-cooking, Rock the Block-home renovation…), and we indoctrinate our children into this pattern at an increasingly young age (e.g. Pee-Wee sports leagues starting at 3yrs old).  But the reality of competition is that it is most often poisonous in terms of cooperation, collaboration, community and any sort of meaningful relationship.

Perhaps worse than our cultural embrace of this destructive paradigm is its broad acceptance within the Body of Christ.  Whether it is wrestling for the lead vocal on the Worship team, or trying to woo congregants from other local ministries, or all the preening and posturing that goes on at church leadership conferences, our religious system is absolutely infested with a competitive spirit, featuring countless “ministries” solely dedicated to discrediting other ministers and ministries.

Though the followers of Jesus were meant to be identifiable based on their great love for one another (John 13:35), we “Christians” routinely struggle to gather together without all manner of envy and strife.  But if love is patient and does not envy.  If it is not self-seeking and keeps no record.  If it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres (1Cor.13:4-7), then there is no context in which it can be competitive.  And without love, we have nothing and are nothing (1Cor.13:2-3).

God commanded that we refrain from covetous (or coveting) and if we hope to be obedient to that standard we must also resist our natural urge to compare and to compete.  We need to take a hard look (i.e. through spiritual eyes) at our ideas about competition, and to examine them in light of what the scripture teaches.  If we continue to view competition through the lens of culture, the church will remain fractured in much the same way our society is.     

The Cost of Discipleship

Western culture’s infatuation with convenience has led to a steady progression of “advancements” meant to make life easier.  But like any significant shift, there have been some unintended consequences.   Though the practical demands of our day-to-day life have receded, so too has our capacity for delivering consistently high levels of energy for any given task.  Within this new reality, there is no need to sweat anywhere other than the gym.  Despite this erosion of endurance, our voracious appetites seem to have remained largely intact. 

As a result, the struggle with obesity has become rampant throughout our society, which has triggered a corresponding obsession with weight loss.  Things like gym memberships, progress picks and Ozempic shots have become prominent features of our cultural landscape.  And one of the most popular components of this phenomenon is anything that promises that we can lose weight without changing our diet or exercise pattern.

Inherently, we recognize that if we hope to lose weight, we ought to be disciplined in what we take into our bodies, and/or in how we take care of ourselves.  But the appeal of “weight loss without dieting or exercising” is that we can get the results we want, without having to sacrifice the things we crave, even when they are counterproductive to that goal (i.e., reap the benefits without paying the cost). 

Unfortunately, this kind of thinking is like yeast that spreads through the whole loaf and works its way into our spiritual life as well.  Western Christianity has largely grabbed a hold of the scriptures that celebrate the finished work of Christ, while ignoring those that speak of the cost of following Him.  Popular doctrines create the illusion that Jesus’ love created the proverbial blank check (i.e. He died once for all, and we are justified by faith alone) which covers however we chose to live our lives today, while ensuring our place in the next life as well.  Like a spiritual Ozempic shot, it promises eternal security, without sacrifice (i.e., dying to yourself) or suffering.

More often than not, faith is presented as both the vaccination and antidote to all suffering (e.g., if we just believe that God loves us and that He is all-powerful, we will somehow become immune to struggles of this life).  Yet, Jesus (a man of perfect faith) learned obedience from the things He suffered (Heb.5:8), and He endured the cross, despising its shame (Heb.12:2).  He warned His followers that no servant was greater than their master, and that they would be hated for His sake (John 15:18-21).  Further, He let them know that to those who have been given much, much more will be required (Luke 12:48).

Throughout the scripture, we see the lives of devoted followers testify to the cost of discipleship.  Paul declared that we ought to present our bodies as a living sacrifice (Rom.12:1), saying that in order to become an heir we must be willing to share in Christ’s sufferings (Rom.8:17).  Peter agreed, asserting that to partake of this burden was cause for rejoicing (1Peter 4:12-13).  David avowed that he would not offer to God that which cost him nothing (2 Sam.24:24), and James observed that the price of cultivating a friendship with the world (i.e., adopting its ways, and adhering to its value system) was to become an enemy of God (James 4:4).

Jesus spoke very plainly about all of this, teaching that whoever wants to be my disciple must be willing to deny themselves and take up their cross daily (Luke 9:23-25).  He clarified that the key to experiencing the life He’s ordained for us is found in laying our lives down for Him and His purposes (Matt.16:25).  This was the challenge He made to the “rich young ruler,” asking him to forfeit those things which might identify him as anything other than a child of the one true God (Luke 18:18-30).

He taught that unless a seed falls to the ground and dies, it has no potential to produce fruit (John 12:24), and He left no room for interpretation when He said that those who are unwilling to take up a cross and follow Him are not worthy of Him (Matt.10:38).  Jesus surrendered His will to accomplish the will of the Father (Luke 22:42), but if we refuse to participate in this of death of self-rule, how then can we lay claim to the resurrection that was gained by it?  Can there be a resurrection if there hasn’t been a death?

The question of whether man is basically good, or basically evil has long been a matter of philosophical debate.  The increasingly popular Humanist perspective includes a strong element of faith in the inherent virtue of the human spirit and even supposes that a culture left to its own devices (i.e., separated from ancient religious ideas and morality), will quite naturally evolve into a utopian society.  As John Lennon mused in his masterful ballad “Imagine,” they believe that we must rid ourselves of notions like heaven, hell and religion, so that we can all live together as one. 

On the other side of the coin would be the Reform Theology doctrine of “Total Depravity,” which purports that man’s sinful nature is bound to contaminate every part of his being, which ultimately dooms him to darkness, unless God Himself chooses to intervene.

I believe that a thorough overview of the scripture presents a more balanced picture.  Indeed, men are created in the image of God (Gen.1:27), thus they come with an inherent capacity to reflect Him.  Even folks who have not come to know the Lord in a personal way can be loving, charitable, compassionate, neighborly…  And while that may not be all that it needs to be from an eternal perspective (Matt.7:23), it hardly qualifies as totally depraved or evil.

On the other hand, the scripture does acknowledge that our sinful nature presents a constant battle (Gal.5:17-25) and warns that those who choose not to engage in that struggle will quite naturally wander into the darkness (Pro.14:12).  Thus, I believe it would be right to say that all men come with a capacity to do what is good, and to fall to what is evil (Deut.30:19).

Unfortunately, there is also very natural tendency to try to place people in either the “good” category, or the “bad” category.  Ultimately, either categorization proves to be problematic.

For the Humanist, who presumes that people are fundamentally good, the evidence that they may not be presents a conundrum.  Once an individual falls into the bad category, there is no way back (i.e., no forgiveness, no redemption, no rehabilitation).  They have to be treated as outliers, who need to be expunged from the record.  This is at the root of “Cancel Culture,” where we must erase any evidence of their existence (e.g., teardown the statue, revise the history, rename the park…).

For the Christian, who should have an awareness of man’s frailties (John 15:5), such a fall should not be shocking.  Throughout scripture we see heroes of the faith repeatedly fall to their human nature (e.g. Abraham, Moses, David, Samson, Jonah, Elijah, Peter, Paul…), which only serves to highlight the Lord’s ability and desire to redeem that which is broken.  In theory, this is a way in which the church should look very different from the world, but sadly, that is rarely the case.

When it comes to elevating a person’s status, the penchant to turn mere men (or women) into idols seems to be as prevalent within the church as it is in the culture.  In such cases our classification of them as “good” often grows to a point that we become blind to their potential for weakness and bestow presumptions of honor and virtue they may not possess.  The grander these suppositions become, the further they have to fall, and the greater the potential for substantial damage.

The litany of abuse at the hands of ministry leaders within the Liturgical, Evangelical, and Pentecostal movements clearly testifies to the dangers of presuming the basic goodness of an individual and treating them as though they are above reproach.  Often times these idols have become so sacred that followers refuse to believe that they are capable of such atrocities and choose to villainize their victims instead.

Recent ministry scandals demonstrate the degree to which the “church” has fallen into both the “good guy” and “bad guy” dynamics.  Allegations again Mike Bickle (International House of Prayer) and Dr. Michael Brown (Author, Speaker, Apologist) were met with great skepticism, as both were perceived to be “good guys.”  To their devoted followers it seemed incomprehensible that any of these stories might be true.  It was easier to disparage the credibility of their victims, and to claim that this was all just some sort of demonic attack on “God’s anointed ones”.

Yet, after a season of adamant denials, there seemed to be a tempered concession of impropriety by both men.  But even after these claims were largely substantiated, there were (and are) a significant number of devotees who refuse to acknowledge these failures or the damage caused by them.  For them, restoring these idols to their pedestal remains the primary focus.

On the other end of the spectrum is singer Michael Tait, a former member of notable Contemporary Christian Music bands, DC Talk and The Newsboys.  Unlike the previously mentioned ministers, Tait willingly stepped down from his platform and confessed to living a “double life”.  Though he hasn’t corroborated all the claims against him, he has admitted that many of them are true.  But his confession has been met with little grace.  Just as the world does, he has been thrown into the “bad guy” pile, from which there is no return.

Now the cancel culture machine is busy making sure that his former band (The Newsboys) isn’t allowed to make records anymore (i.e. cancelled recording contract), can’t play live music (i.e. cancelled tour dates) and that his music is never played on the radio again (i.e. DC Talk and Newsboys removed from Christian Radio).  If all goes as planned, they may soon erase any evidence that he was ever involved in the business.

Understand that I am not advocating for or against any of this response, I’m simply pointing out that this is another example of the church taking their cues from the culture instead of from the Spirit of God.  We need to ask ourselves, has God cancelled Michael Tait?  Has He thrown Him in the eternal dust bin?  Have we forgotten that the measure we use with him, is the measure that will be used for us (Matt.7:2)?

This touches on another aspect of this good guy / bad guy paradigm.  Once someone gets in the bad guy column, we have the tendency to go back and rewrite their history.  We cannot accept they may have been a sincere and devoted follower of Christ, who simply got off track.  We assume that they were always a snake, who simply deceived everyone along the way. 

Ultimately, I believe this is a hedge against admitting to ourselves that we might be susceptible to the same temptations (i.e. they fell because they are bad guys, and we won’t fall because we are good guys).  But once again, scripture does not support such a rationalization.

Saul’s failure as the king did not erase the fact that he was hand picked by God, and for many years walked in humility and submission to his calling.  David’s adultery and conspiracy to commit murder did not get Him thrown into the “bad guy” pile with all of the other failed kings of Israel.  Jonah’s disobedience didn’t earn him the silent treatment from God.  Neither Peter’s denial, nor Judas’ betrayal allowed gospel writers to record that there were only 10 actual disciples.  The Lord didn’t redact all the unsavory parts of their stories.  In fact, they became crucial parts of their testimonies.

If we admitted to ourselves that we’ve helped create the dynamic that allows certain ministers/ministries to act without accountability, we’d also have to own our part of the damage that has been caused by that. 

I am in no way trying to justify Michael Tait, or his actions.  Clearly, he got way off track and people got hurt.  There are certainly repercussions that come with all that, but such things are better left to the Lord.  We, as followers of Christ, have a calling to reflect His mind and His heart to a dying world, thus how we handle a brother who falls matters.  Simply mimicking the world’s process for dealing with these types of situations fails to rise to the standard of that high calling.  That failure also has repercussions.

I have to ask myself, did I resonant with the Newsboy’s worship songs because Michael Tait was the singer, or because the Spirit of God bore witness to them?  And if it’s the latter, does that somehow change because he was the vocalist?  Is it about the message or the minister?  How clean does a vessel have to be before we can receive from them?  And as ministers are we ready to have our lives examined to that degree?

I would submit that mankind’s stubborn belief in “good guys”, “bad guys” and in our ability to distinguish between the two, is a byproduct of the fruit that the first man chose in the garden.  God never intended for our faith to be invested in mere men, or in our ability to discern what it good, and what is evil.  He entrusted those things to His Spirit, which is why Jesus told His disciples that it was better that He go and allow the Spirit to come to them (John 16:7). 

God doesn’t look at men the way we look at each other (1 Sam.16:7), and He has no use for the categories we assign to each other.  He has given us the Ministry of Reconciliation (2 Cor.5:16-21), and we are His ambassadors.  If we are to be known by the way we love one another (John 13:35), these situations are opportunities for Him to be glorified (Col.1:27).  His sheep know His voice, they listen and they follow (John 10:27).

It is not particularly difficult to walk through a sun filled garden with a casual acquaintance, but in times of calamity, we desperately search for a true brother.  Indeed, the strength of a relationship is best measured in the midst of adversity, which is also true within corporate entities (e.g., families, communities, organizations), such as the Body of Christ. 

Some of the most inspirational stories in scripture are portraits of God’s people manifesting genuine faith in the midst of extraordinary adversity (e.g., Job, Joseph, Daniel, Shadrach-Meshach-Abednego, John the Baptist, Stephen), while some of its most ardent warnings center around those whose character fails in the critical moment (e.g., Balaam, Saul, Solomon, the rich young ruler, Judas, Ananias-Sapphira). 

Adversity does not necessarily build character, but it almost always exposes it.  Sadly, the true character of what identifies as “the church” in America has been repeatedly exposed in recent decades.  This litany of failures speaks to both a weak connection to the Lord, and to each other.

Though religious leaders from various denominations had much to say when allegations of sexual abuse within the Catholic church first emerged, the chorus has diminished significantly in recent years, as eerily similar scandals have rocked the evangelical and charismatic movements.  To a lost and dying world, there is no discernable difference in these instances.

The word that is most often interpreted as “church” within the scripture refers to a people who have been called out by God.  It was never intended to rest upon a building or an institution.  Though there is a legitimate corporate expression of this group, scripture points to a living, breathing organism; not an inanimate, man-made object or system. 

But instead, we have created an industry called, “The Church”, and we’ve slapped Jesus’ name on our letterheads, and buildings, much like a corporate sponsor does on a stadium. Unfortunately, any system that men create is highly susceptible to corruption and abuse, and that has become the legacy of this guarded religious paradigm.

The Lord spoke to me some years ago about “Institutions,” and said, “institutions are created by man, and they are not sacred to Me”.  He showed me that it is the people who inhabit these institutions that are precious to Him.  But the men who create and promote such entities are more apt to protect the institution at the expense of people, which clearly opposes the Lord’s value system.  

When an institution becomes a conduit for manipulation, abuse and destruction, it has completely perverted God’s design and desire.  If a branch that does not produce fruit is cut off and thrown into the fire (John 15:6), what is the fate of branches that produce poisonous fruit.

Nothing seemed to stir Jesus’ ire like the religious leaders of His day, and the scripture is filled with stories of their ignorance and arrogance.  But sadly, almost no one seems to see themselves in those stories, as the religious leaders of today continue to blindly walk into many of the same traps.

A clear pattern of failure was demonstrated by Israel’s very first King.  Saul did not promote himself to the position of king, nor was he nominated by his peers, he was literally picked out of the crowd (1Sam.9:17) and chosen by God (1Sam.10:24).  At that time, he was humble (1Sam.9:21), anointed (1Sam.10:1), gifted (1Sam.10:13), and God had done a work in his heart (1Sam.10:9).  And for a substantial period, Saul walked in that calling and anointing (i.e. 1Sam.11), fulfilling God’s purposes in his life.  

But, sustained seasons of victory, and the praise of men eventually eroded Saul’s humility to the point that he felt empowered (or commissioned) to make decisions of his own (1Sam.15:9).  It wasn’t as if he stopped wanting to serve God, but his pride and greed caused him to overstep the bounds of his authority. 

God’s response was quick and definitive (1Sam.15:11 & 23), and it’s hard not to see the parallel between his story and the narratives surrounding so many “anointed” (i.e. called, gifted, empowered) ministry leaders who’ve fallen throughout church history, especially in the recent past.

At the point David refused to lay his hands on “God’s anointed one” (1Sam.24:10), it was clear to him and everyone else that Saul had been rejected as the king of Israel.  This passage is pointing towards David’s unwillingness to act without specific direction from the Lord, which is a foreshadowing of Jesus’ pledge that He couldn’t do anything without direct guidance from the Father.  It is meant as an advocation of David’s heart, not a defense of Saul’s immutable position or calling.  

Nothing in scripture supports the idea that calling, gifting, anointing… exempts a person from accountability.  Indeed, quite the opposite is true (1 Tim.5:20, James 3:1).  Within these stories, we see Samuel soundly rebuke Saul (1Sam.15:17-19), just as Nathan strongly rebukes David for his transgression with Bathsheba (2Sam.12:1-7).  Chastening a king was a dangerous activity, even for a recognized prophet, but it was exactly what God called them to do.

A related aspect revealed in David’s story occurs toward the end of his reign, when he wants to build the temple.  As he inquires of the prophet Nathan, he’s told that God is with him, and that he should do as he pleases (2Sam.7:3).  There is nothing recorded that indicates that Nathan inquired of the Lord for this answer, and it appears to have come from his experience of being alongside David as he wins battle after battle. 

It was a completely reasonable conclusion to draw, and on the surface, it seemed true, as God clearly was with David.  But when Nathan takes the time to inquire of the Lord (2Sam.7:4), the answer is much different than he or anyone else expected.

This phenomenon is frequently played out in the modern context, as truly gifted people, who have eyes to see, are blinded by someone’s position, title, resume, success, giftings, callings, anointing…  Like these prophets, they may have been called by God to confront issues, but they defer to what they see with their natural senses, or what they perceive to be a higher authority. 

Nathan’s rebuke allowed David to repent, and to step back into the fullness of his calling.  It’s hard not to believe that God hasn’t extended this same grace to so many other ministers who fell because no one was willing to confront them as they veered off course.  Unfortunately, we have created a culture that struggles to tolerate such a confrontation.

Even when abusive leaders are uncovered, there seems to be an inappropriate sense of urgency to “restore” them to ministry.  If we view these situations through the lens of a fallen brother (or sister), our concern should be about the restoration of their relationships with both the Lord and their loved ones.  But when viewed through the lens of the church industry, it’s bad for business to have your most valuable players on the sideline, so the focus tends to be on getting them back on the field.

When people see ministries that are particularly successful, they are prone to elevate the ministers and their organizations to a place that God has reserved for Himself (i.e. our source, our covering, our provision).  Regardless of the good work that has been, and/or is being done within a ministry, this still amounts to Idolatry.  And while unquestioned loyalty to a man or ministry may be good for business, it can ultimately stir the resistance of God.  In such cases, both the minister and the people bear some responsibility for establishing and preserving this relational dynamic.

The fact that people fall into sin is not surprising nor does it need to be traumatic to the whole body.  The catastrophic damage is done when we turn a blind eye to these failures, and/or endeavor to cover them up.  This further crushes the victims, violates the trust of the affected community, and empowers the abusers.  The rationalization is that we are somehow mitigating the damage done to the “Body,” but in truth, it’s about protecting the entity (i.e., the minister, the ministry, the organization…) and its interests.

It is not wrong that organizations aspire to build a track record of effectiveness, but when protecting the brand becomes more important than protecting the people who inhabit the group, significant damage is inevitable.  It begins subtly, as a disparity develops between the picture presented in front of the stakeholders, and the reality of what goes on behind the scenes.  The longer that gap is allowed to exist and grow, the greater the depths to which an entity is bound to fall. 

While we may rationalize that the prosperity of the brand benefits everyone, an institution’s legacy is ultimately rooted in how they treat their people.  God’s perspective always boils down to the treatment of “the least of these (Matt.25:40).”

Fitting In

Throughout my lifetime I have heard countless people attest to the fact that they feel as though they “never really fit it,” which is a sentiment that is generally greeted with a hearty chorus of amens.  Even folks who seem to be popular and successful often profess to battling such feelings.  Indeed, in all my years I’ve never encountered even one person claim the converse of this condition (i.e., I feel like I always “fit in”).

I’ve heard Psychologists assert that most people wrestle with the subconscious fear that, “if you really knew me, you wouldn’t love me,” and I sense that is probably truer than any of us would like to admit.  There does seem to be a very human tendency to conceal and safeguard the inner most part of our being for fear of being rejected.  Though some experience traumatic levels of rejection at a very young age, this apprehension seems to be prevalent even in those who haven’t. 

Anxiety about other people truly knowing us tends to manifest itself as insecurity, which then becomes a breeding ground for covetous, competition, envy, manipulation, and strife.  Needless to say, all of those dynamics are highly destructive in terms of our relationship to others, which greatly impedes our ability to function as a family, a community or as a body of believers.  Given Jesus’ description of how people would be able to distinguish His followers (i.e., by their strong, loving relationships -John 13:35), this would seem to be a significant issue for those who are called by His name.

In praying about the root of this problem, I sense that it goes all the way back to the first man, and his decision in the garden.  When Adam and Eve were walking in undeterred fellowship with the Father, they were aware of their nakedness, but they were unashamed (Gen.2:25).  Yet immediately after eating the fruit, it says that their nakedness became a source of humiliation (Gen.3:7), and they felt the need to cover themselves.  

Though the scripture doesn’t really describe these coverings, I sensed the Spirit clarify that they didn’t feel the need to cover their face, or hands, or legs…  It was only the parts of them that looked different from each other that they felt compelled to conceal.

Prior to eating the” fruit of the knowledge of good and evil,” they viewed each other through the lens of the Father’s love, and were unashamed of their differences, but after the fall, they viewed each other through the context of their own senses, and were embarrassed by the things that made them unique.  

Thus, mankind became mired in an endless cycle of comparison, covetousness, and competition, which turns out to be the antithesis of unity.  This pattern became lethal within the first generation, as jealousy compelled Cain to murder his brother (Gen.4:8).

Considering that our Creator saw fit to make each one of His children a unique expression of Himself (Gen.1:27), and that Paul would later describe the Body of Christ as the coming together of all these distinctive aspects (1Cor.12:1-26), our apprehension at being vulnerable and genuine with one another is no doubt at the heart of our ineffectiveness in manifesting the body that the Lord described.

Our concept of “fitting in” seems to be predicated on the idea that we will be just like everyone else.  So we tend to dress like the proverbial “them”, speak like them, and act like them, in the vain hope that we will find acceptance.  But no two pieces of a puzzle are exactly alike, and if they were, a clear picture would not emerge at the end.  I would suggest that we were not created to “fit in,” we were designed to “fit together”. 

Yet, even if we come to recognize the power in diversity that potential can only be realized when each member of the group is willing to yield to the unique aspects of the others.  The whole cannot partake of its rich variety of parts, if a singular element or elite grouping is allowed to dominate at the expense of the others.   

Indeed, a clarinet was never meant to sound like a flute, and you actually need both to play the symphony as it was originally written.  But you’re not likely to hear either of them if the brass continues to play beyond their prescribed stanzas.

Church models that promote some to be soloists, while making the remainder accompanists (or even worse, simply an audience) virtually ensure that we will never truly function as the body described in scripture (1Cor.12:12-20).  Much of the new Apostolic movement has fallen into this trap, as they seek to elevate the position of a few, when the five-fold gifts were actually intended to cultivate the gifts of the many (Eph.4:12-13).  Effective “Five-fold” ministry is when every member’s gift finds its place at the table (and every instrument is given its rightful place within the concerto). 

Sadly, these mindsets (e.g., I never fit it, if you really knew me you wouldn’t love me…) have become strongholds within the body, and drive most people to willingly forfeit their seat within the orchestra. They will happily sit in the audience if it means that no one will ever truly see what is inside of them.  And they will freely gather around someone else’s gifts, while their gifts go dormant.

There is little doubt that the enemy of our souls loves to stir our sense of alienation, so that we will willingly isolate ourselves from the group.  It is a classic predator tactic.  These feelings of estrangement are often at the emotional core of those who pursue and assume a completely new identity in the hope of finding a suitable new tribe (i.e., the place where they fit in).  

Of course, the cost of pursuing a new identity is the identity that they were endowed with by their Creator, which tends to relentlessly haunt them in moments of quiet reflection.  They suppose that no one can accept them for who they really are, when it is actually their innermost being that is rejecting this contrived facade.

If this compulsion to “fit in” and be like everyone else is a byproduct of mankind’s fall, then the antidote surely lies in returning to God’s original plan, which is to view ourselves and each other through the lens of the Father’s love (Psalm 139:14, John 13:34).  Until we learn how to walk together in unity, by considering others before ourselves (Phil.2:3-4) and submitting to one another in love (Eph.5:21), we will not be able to experience the fullness the Lord authored for His Body (1Cor.12:12-20).  

If we continue to fall into the snare of the compare-covet-compete dynamic, we will remain a house divided (Mark 3:25) and never step into the fulness that has been authored for us.  For this, and so many other issues, the renewing of our minds (Rom.12:2) is at the heart of the “revival” we cry out for. 

Like most kids who grew up in the 1960’s and 70’s, my parents had home movies they’d occasionally pull out and show on a big projector screen.  One that particularly sticks out in my mind is of my brothers and I playing on the street in front of my grandmother’s house in Brooklyn.  It was a cold, dreary looking day, and we were all in our winter coats, but we were running around with the sort of abandon that only young children seem to possess. 

I believe that I was about 5 yrs old in the film, which would make my brothers 6 yrs and 7 yrs old.  In particular it was my brother Tom (the oldest sibling) who stood out.  His big eyes and childlike manner in these movies were such a sharp contrast to the serious and pragmatic fellow he would eventually become.  These old reels were some of the only evidence that he’d not really started out that way.

Life has a way of pushing back against innocence and cultivating cynicism.  And for little boys, wide eyed compassion and sensitivity aren’t generally a sustainable course.  Very quickly it becomes clear that having such emotions or at least allowing folks to know that you have them, is a precarious path to take.  Early on, it becomes a matter of survival to learn how to hide your vulnerabilities and to always come from a position of strength.  For many young men that manifests in a form of aggressiveness that is generally accepted for young males.  For my brother Tom, it manifested in the form of intellect.

My brother had a brilliant mind and was usually one of the smartest guys in the room.  He also had the ability to express himself, which made his intelligence harder to ignore.  Because my father was in the Air Force, we changed schools constantly, but wherever we’d go my brother would quickly be viewed as the smartest kid in the class.  As the sensitive nurturing elements of his personality receded into dormancy, the power of his mind emerged.  He wasn’t just smart, he was a born leader, and soon that was all you could see.  

As a younger brother, who had no desire to be led by someone I thought of as a peer, I just viewed him as overbearing and bossy.   By the time we got to high school, his identity as the smart kid was already set in stone, and he further solidified it by dating the smartest girl in school.  In those days, if you had asked anyone who knew my brother to describe him with three adjectives, his intelligence would have been referenced with the first word.

Forty-five years later, as I sat through the various memorial services celebrating my brother’s (too short) life, I suddenly recalled those scenes of us frolicking on the street as kids, and I realized that not one person had made a singular reference to his intelligence.  Indeed, there was barely any mention of the impressive work he had done at Ball Aerospace (e.g., the Hubble Telescope, the Mars Rover), or any of his other accomplishments.  

As the montage of pictures scrolled across the screen, they were mostly scenes of Tom with his grandchildren, or his god children, or dear friends, or with his beloved wife.  In many of them he was dressed funny and clearly goofing around with that same sort of abandon that we’d had as children. 

When people eulogized him, it was his warmth, compassion, faith, and wisdom they spoke of.  And I found myself wondering how this transformation had occurred.  What was it that allowed my brother’s true heart to re-emerge over all these years.

The short and simple answer is that the God who gave Him that heart, also worked throughout his life to preserve it.  But at the center of God’s plan was Tom’s beloved wife Fawn. 

By the time they’d met in high school, Tom had developed a pretty sharp edge to his personality, yet around her, he was like Jello.  He was crazy about her from day one, and she was not the type of person to use that as leverage against him.  If there were ever two people who seemed destined for each other, it was these two, and absolutely no one was surprised that they married and spent a lifetime together.

Looking back, I realize that because Fawn loved my brother for who he was, she made it safe for the nurturing, loving, playful part of his heart to re-emerge.  Because she routinely engaged that part of his being, it regained strength and eventually became the hallmark of his legacy.  Though it sounds cliche, she brought out the best in him.  And to his credit, I believe that he did that for her as well.

As I pondered all this, I couldn’t help but think that this is exactly what God had in mind for marriage.  That these unions were meant to amount to more than just the sum of the parts.  That both partners would help each other become the people they were created to be. 

If Tom had chosen to spend his life with someone who only related to him on an intellectual level, he may well have become a stoic recluse. Thankfully, he found a loving soul, who was full of spirit, and every bit his intellectual equal. She loved his heart and nurtured it throughout their years together.

In my brother’s final days, the room was filled with people who loved him and whose lives had been touched by his.  And right by his side was his beloved partner Fawn.  Though we could wish for more days, it would be hard to imagine a better way to finish the race.

He who finds a wife of worth, receives the favor of the Lord (Prov.18:22)

A wife of noble character is worth far more than rubies (Prov.31:10)

The Kiss

As he stepped out of the shadows, he struggled to look into Jesus’ eyes.  He could hear the audible gasps of the other disciples, who now clearly understood that he was the one of whom Jesus had spoken.  
When their eyes met, Judas’s heart began to pound, as all the tormented thoughts that had been swirling in his head for months were suddenly stilled.  Regardless of all the rationalizations that had led to this moment, he was now standing face to face with his Lord, and there was no way to escape the fact that this was a betrayal. 

I held my breath as Judas paused.  I’m sure there was a part of him that desperately wanted to run off into the night, and yet he gathered his resolve and stepped toward Jesus.  As his face came close enough to whisper in Jesus’ ear, I was struck by how close and personal this betrayal had become.  This was not some stranger, who’d never met Jesus.  This was one who had professed to being a brother, a friend, and a follower.  They had spent years walking together. 

My heart began to ache as I pondered how Jesus must have felt.  And as Judas’ lips touched Jesus’ cheek, it wasn’t his face that I saw, it was mine.

How many times have I known that my heart was in a dark place and yet rationalized moving forward.  How many times have I leaned on my own understanding and chosen the way that seemed right to me. How many times have I stood on that threshold, where I could have escaped, but pressed on.  How many times have I betrayed my claim to be His follower and His friend?

I want to argue that my trespass is somehow in a different category but is it any less personal to the One I claim to love. 

And Jesus’ response to all these betrayals was the same.  He accepted the will of His Father, and took up the cross to make a way for us.

Worthy is the Lamb!

Making a Difference

Bill was visibly frustrated as he briskly strode into Dave’s office.

“Hey Bill, what can I do for you?” Dave asked pleasantly.

“You can accept my resignation,” Bill snarled.

“What?” Dave replied, in confusion.

“That’s right, I’m done,” he continued.

“OK Bill, I see that you’re very upset; why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“Five Smooth Stones is what’s going on!” he said,

“You mean the Christian Rock Band?” Dave asked.

“Come on Dave, what else would I be talking about?” he shot back.

“OK, I just want to make sure I understand what the problem is?”

Bill’s expression twisted as he explained, “It’s really pretty simple, I’ve been teaching Sunday School in this church for almost twenty years now, and it’s been like pulling teeth to get anyone interested in this ministry; especially the kids.  We never have any budget, we fight to get teachers, and even when you get some kids in the classroom, you fight to get them interested in anything to do with God.  But let some guys with guitars show up, and all of a sudden, we’ve got money to upgrade the sound system, we’ve got an army of volunteers to set up the stage, and the kids are acting like its Christmas Eve.”

“So you’re upset that everyone is excited about this band coming in?” Dave asked in confusion.

“It’s not that I care about the band,” he responded, “I just wonder why no one is excited about working with this ministry until some group of hot shots they’ve heard on the radio comes around.  Is this really even about ministry, or is it just a meeting of the ‘Five Smooth Stones’ fan club?”

“OK Bill, I think I understand where you’re coming from.  First off, as the Superintendent of the Sunday School, no one understands better than me about the struggle to keep this ministry going, and to get people excited about it; but having a nationally known Christian band just volunteer out of the blue to come, and give a concert here is a blessing, not a curse.  This will give us an opportunity to reach the kids in a way that we’ve never been able to before.”

“Will it Dave?”

“Will it what?” he again asked in confusion.

Reach the kids,” Bill replied.

“I don’t know, but don’t you think that it’s worth a try?” Dave pled.

“I don’t know what I think anymore,” he said.  “I’m beginning to doubt that I’ve ever reached any of the kids that I’ve taught over the years.”

Dave’s face fell, “Come on Bill, you don’t really believe that, do you?”

“No really; I’ve watched them come in, and sit through my class like it was detention.  They do there time, and then they leave,” he responded.  A few years later, when you see them on the street, they either don’t know you, or you find out that they’re living with their girlfriend or something.”

“You know that isn’t every kid’s story,” Dave defended.

“I know, but the good kids seem to come from good parents.  They’re fine when I get them, and they’re fine when they leave,” Bill asserted.  “I just can’t see where I’ve made any difference in their lives.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You’re right Dave, I would be.”

Just as Bill finished, an assistant knocked on the open door, and exclaimed, “They’re here!”

“You mean the band?” Dave queried.

“Yup!” the assistant chirped.

“Send them in,” he directed.

Bill rolled his eyes, and said, “I should go.”

“No Bill, you should stay and meet these guys,” Dave replied.  “It may make a difference for you.”

With a heavy sigh, Bill grumbled, “I don’t see how, but whatever.”

As two members of the band stepped into the office, Dave quickly moved to the doorway and extended his hand.  “Hey guys, we’re excited about you being here.  I’m Dave Roberts, the Sunday School Superintendent’ and this is one of our teachers, Bill Walker.”

Bill smiled weakly, and shook the guy’s hands as well.

“It’s a pleasure to be here, and to see you guys again.  I’m Chris Smith, and this is Tom Howard.  The rest of the guys are unloading our equipment.”

Dave looked confused, as he asked, “So you’ve been here before?”

“Oh yes Sir,” Chris replied.  “As a matter of fact, Mr. Walker was my Sunday School teacher.”

The men exchanged a look of shock before Bill turned to Chris, and confessed, “I’m sorry, you do look familiar to me, but your name doesn’t ring a bell.”

Chris smiled knowingly, “Back then they called me Willie.”

“O Lord,” Bill exclaimed. “Little Willie Smith!  Of course, I remember you now!”

“It’s been a long time since anyone’s called me Willie,” Chris chuckled.

Dave exuberantly asserted, “So you guys have some history together?”

“Oh yeah,” Bill nodded.  We’ve definitely got some memories.”

Sheepishly, Chris nodded in agreement, “Yeah, some pretty bad memories really.”

Again, confused, Dave asked, “Bad memories?”

“Willie, I mean Chris, was going through a tough time back then,” Bill defended.

“It’s true,” Chris affirmed.  “It was probably the lowest time in my life.  I was here living with my Aunt, while my parents tried to work out their problems with the law, and each other.  I was pretty angry, and I definitely didn’t want to be in church.”

With a look of satisfaction, Dave said, “I guess things changed after you got to know the people here.”

Chris grimaced slightly, “I wish I could say that was true.  Honestly, I was hateful to everyone here, especially Mr. Walker.  This is part of the reason that I wanted to come back; to apologize, and to let you know that you didn’t waste your time on me.”

Bill’s voice was noticeably softer as he continued, “As I remember, you went back to your parents.  I guess they got their issues worked out.”

“Not really,” Chris replied. “My Aunt sent me back because she said that I was unmanageable.  Things got a lot worse after that.  My father eventually went to jail, and the courts took me away from my Mom.  I was raised in a Foster home after that.”

Dave almost seemed to be pleading, “So,I guess they got you back in church?”

“No, they were good people, but they weren’t church people,” he said.

“So how do you go from where you were to a Christian Rock band?” Bill asked.

“By the time I was taken from my mother, I was so angry, and depressed that I was thinking about killing myself.  I had actually planned it out, but then I remembered something you showed us in class,” he said turning toward Bill.  “Do you remember the string that you had that stretched all the way across the room, with the little piece of string hanging from the middle of it?”

“Oh sure,” Bill nodded. “I still have that in my classroom to teach kids about how short this life is compared to eternity.”

Well it works,” Chris declared.  “I remembered that picture in my mind, and I realized that killing myself might end the pain of this life, but that it would simply be trading it for an eternity of pain.  That depressed me even more, but then I remembered when you taught about the prodigal son, and you said that no matter what happens you can always come home to Jesus.  I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so that night, alone in my bedroom, I asked Him to come into my life, and to help me.  And He did.”

Dave could see Bill’s eyes filling with tears, as he exclaimed, “Wow, what a great testimony.”

“You know Chris gives his testimony at every concert, and we’ve seen hundreds of kids give their hearts to the Lord,” Tom added.  “Many of them talk about how someone once told them about Jesus, but that it wasn’t until they reached the bottom that they were willing to call out for help.  As a matter of fact we wrote a song about it for our second CD.”

“Wow!” Dave gasped.

Yeah, it’s called “Believing for the Harvest,” Chris added.  “I thought of how Mr. Walker’s ministry had touched my life, and I knew that he’d probably never know about it.  It struck me that there are a lot of faithful servants out there who pour themselves into kids, without ever knowing whether they’re making a difference.  I guess I wanted to honor their service and their faith.”

Pulling out a CD from his case, Tom said, “I just remembered that Chris wrote a little dedication for the song that we put on the CD cover.  It says, ‘This song is dedicated to Mr. Bill Walker, and to diligent servants like him, who are faithful to sow and water, knowing that they may never get to witness the harvest.  They will never fully understand the impact their lives have made until they get to their Father in Heaven’.

Bill could no longer contain the tears, as Chris warmly embraced him, “Thank you Mr. Walker.”

“Thank you Willie,” he whispered.

As the two men separated, Tom stepped up and hugged Bill as well, “I want to thank you too Mr. Walker.”

“For what?” he queried.

“Well, Chris is the one who led me to the Lord, so I figure that I also owe you some thanks.”

“God bless you son,” Bill cried.

As the men separated, Chris declared, “We really need to go help the guys set up the stage; maybe we can get together afterward, and talk some more.”

“That would be great,” Bill said as he wiped his eyes.

As Chris and Tom headed out the door, Dave turned to Bill, and smiled, “Where were we?”

Bill smiled sheepishly, and replied, “I believe that I was saying how excited I was about tonight’s outreach, and how I can’t wait to get back into class on Sunday morning.”

Dave’s expression grew more serious, and with his voice was filled with emotion, as he said, “God bless you Bill.”

Tears once again began to flow, as Bill choked, “God bless you Dave.”

Run to the Light

Slowly, but deliberately, we’ve made our way to the water. At times it has seemed like a celebration, as we revisited the joys of our collective history. But at other times, it has grown ominously quiet, as the reality of our impending farewell settles in.

Reaching the pier, the sound of the ship’s bell reminds us of the scarcity of time, and something that feels like panic briefly washes over me. There is a very human tendency to want to avoid such moments, and perhaps an even stronger urge to fixate on them. I know that I am not ready to say goodbye, but as I look into your eyes, it’s clear that it’s time for you to go.

I can see that you are shivering, and that these blankets have lost their ability to make you warm. And as much as I dred letting you go, I would not wish for you to spend another night in the cold. I can tell that you are worried for us, because that is how you’ve always been, but like our own apprehensions, it’s something we must set aside. We’ve arrived at the moment, and regardless of whether we feel ready, it is here.

So even though I cannot fathom a future without you, my heart cries,

Run to the light dear brother

Journey to that distant shore

Don’t look back in anguish

Be at peace

Know that the Father who awaits your arrival will care for us

Know that you will always occupy this place in our hearts

One day we will all be together again

Run to the light dear brother

Run to the light

And be free!

Praise and Worship

Another file from the achieves

Recently someone asked me, what is the difference between a “praise” song and a “worship” song?  I had to smile at that question, because I remember asking the same question several years ago.  At that time, I’d not really been exposed to much “praise and worship” music and so the distinction wasn’t obvious to me.  What I was told at the time was that the “fast songs” were the praise songs and the “slow songs” were the worship songs.  That wasn’t a very satisfying answer, but I decided not to worry about it and to move on. 

All these years later I can testify to the fact that the act of praising and worshiping the Lord has revolutionized my relationship with Him.  It has birthed a love of prayer in me and helped me to understand that God still speaks to His children.  Because of the important role this has played in my journey, I wanted to give a thoughtful answer. 

While I had to admit that I wasn’t positive, I shared that I tend to view a praise song as one that I sing about God (e.g. “Our God is an Awesome God, He reigns in heaven above…”) while I view a worship song as one that I sing to God (e.g. “I surrender all, I surrender all, all to You my Blessed Savior, I surrender all…”).  While that may not completely cover it, I thought it was a better answer than the one I got. 

That led to some more discussion, which eventually led to the question, “is there any difference between praising and worshipping”?  Unlike the first question, I had a much higher degree of confidence in that answer and I thought it might be worthwhile to share some of those thoughts.

To praise somebody (or something) is to find them commendable, to react favorably, to show approval…  This is undoubtedly a positive thing.  The Psalms tell us that the Lord inhabits the praise of His people and that is certainly of infinite value; but the act of worship goes far deeper.  Worship entails elements such as respect, reverence, honor and even devotion, which are several degrees above simply being commendable. 

I believe that to truly worship something, we must view it as being greater than ourselves; but even that may not be enough.  I recognize that Michael Jordan is a far greater basketball player than I could ever dream of being, yet this still doesn’t compel me to worship him.  I believe that another essential element of true worship is submissiveness; that before we can really worship something, we must be willing to humble ourselves and to put ourselves in submission to it. 

There are many people and things that I have found praiseworthy, many that I have recognized as being greater than myself, but none besides the Lord that I would be willing to put myself in submission to and to truly worship. 

Jesus told the woman at the well that His Father seeks “true worshippers” and He went on to explain that since “God is Spirit”, “His worshippers must worship in Spirit and in truth”.  As I was reminded of these passages, I felt like the Lord said, “Many is the man who praises Me with his lips, but refuses to bow his heart before Me”. 

There are many people who recognize the goodness of God and who are even willing to acknowledge that before men, but few who are willing to submit their will to His.  In my own walk of faith I have grown wary of any person who calls themselves a child of God, but has no passion for worship.  I believe that our will and our nature make worship an essential part of our walk with the Lord. 

I find that I daily have to resubmit myself to His Lordship.  The word says that the fear (i.e. awe) of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.  I believe that awe is bore out of a recognition that God is so much greater than we are, that His ways are high above our ways and that we are totally dependent upon His mercy and grace.  I believe this awe causes us to submit, but that it is in coming under His Lordship that we discover His great love and mercy; which causes us to love Him, trust Him, and inevitably to worship Him. 

He is not only worthy of our praise, He is worthy of our worship as well.  Indeed, “All to you my blessed Savior, I surrender all”.