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As I prepare to spend another night on a hospital room couch, I must admit that this isn’t how I envisioned my weekend playing out.   Yesterday’s game was going well, both Patrick & AJ were making plays, and we were winning.  But then, on a fairly simple looking tackle, Pat came up clutching his arm, and even from the stands you could see that his forearm was badly broken.

 

Even then, I thought we’d spend some hours in the Emergency Room, and be home in time for dinner.  I wasn’t counting on the fact that his arm wouldn’t reset, or that they’d keep him for surgery, or that he’d need a second surgery.  But isn’t that how life goes.   We can make our plans and try to prepare, but the days unfold on their own terms.

 

Our society seems to perpetuate the myth that if you’re smart & proactive, you can avoid all the potholes in the road; and that if you’re a conscientious  parent, you’ll be able to protect your kids from all harm.  But the truth is that sometimes, despite our best efforts, difficult things happen.  Life is anything but a linear equation.  Though we like to think of it as a classroom, it’s a lot more like a football field, where adversity can rise up without warning.

 

Though we aspire to carve out an existence filled with glorious highlights, it is how we respond in those difficult moments that ultimately defines us.  We can get angry, or become frustrated, or live in denial, but that only increases the struggle.  Even in times of  profound trouble, there is beauty, and meaning, and life to be mined.

 

In the last 36 hours, we’ve watched our kids have both highlights and crushing moments on the field.  We’ve had people rally around us and have suffered unexpected setbacks.  But tonight, as my head rests on the hard vinyl of a hospital couch, I find myself feeling grateful.

 

Grateful for my amazingly strong son, who was more worried about letting his team down than the seriousness of his injury; who insisted on sending out a video to let friends and family know that he is OK; and who, in a drug induced state, felt the need to thank all the doctors & nurses for their good work.

 

Grateful for the family, friends, church, school, and community that have been so loving and supportive.  Thankful for teammates & coaches & youth pastors & dear friends who came to see Pat; and for all the great care he’s received from the staff at the hospital.  More than anything, I am grateful for Gods nearness, especially in times of trouble.  In the non-linear equation that life can be, He is the variable that makes it all work.

 

Purity is forged in the fire of adversity.

I’ve heard many people use the first century church (described in the book of Acts) as the model for what the Body of Christ ought to be today.  And while there are certainly principles that we can derive from those early believers, I don’t sense that they were ever meant to be the prototype for the church.  As you read through the New Testament, you see that they immediately began to have many of the same kinds of problems that we have today (e.g. arguments about doctrines, rituals, & traditions; factions, sexual immorality within the church…), and more importantly, they never became the glorious bride that Jesus returns for.

All of the metaphors and analogies used in scripture point to a relationship between an initiator and a responder (e.g. a head & a body, a groom & His bride, a master & His servant).  So it follows that the model for the church must be rooted in someone who demonstrated this right relationship with God.  And though the Bible is filled with stories of people who got it right in one situation or another, there is only One character who walked this out perfectly within their lifetime.  Jesus said, ““Very truly I tell you, the Son can do nothing by himself; he can do only what he sees his Father doing, because whatever the Father does the Son also does. (John 5:19).”  I believe this is the model for every believer, and ultimately for the “Body of Christ”.  Anything less will likely result in another structure that the Lord needs to knock down.

Jesus said that “He would build His church”, and that the gates of hell would not prevail against it.  And in my years of following Him, I’ve come to believe that He means this quite literally.  Since the church that we have built in His name doesn’t seem nearly that powerful, here are some thoughts on how “He” means for it to happen.

  • He draws us to Himself – He may use people in this process, but it is ultimately a supernatural transaction between Him and the person He is reaching out to (John 6:44).
  • If we succumb to His drawing, He reveals Himself to us.  He told Peter that He would build His church on the foundation of those who’ve had the revelation of who He really is and who hear the voice of the Father (Matthew 16:18).
  • Once we’ve come to understand who He is, He then reveals to us who we were made to be.  We were never meant to simply be the by-product of our experiences and upbringing.  He had something in mind when He knit us together in our mother’s womb (Psalm 139:13), and in scripture, this revelation of our identity is often accompanied by a name or title change (e.g. Abram became Abraham, Sarai became Sarah, “the least of these” became a “Mighty Man of Valor”, Jacob became Israel, Simon became Peter, Saul became Paul).
  • With our identities firmly rooted in what He says about us, He begins to allow us to see others through His eyes, and with His heart.  This quite naturally draws us into fellowship with other believers, and into community with those who are lost.
  • As we allow the Lord to weave our lives and ministries together, it is His Holy Spirit that orchestrates the unity (1 Corinthians 12:13), and holds everything together (Colossians 1:17).

I believe that if we miss any of these steps or attempt to accomplish these things in our own strength, we will continue to fall short of becoming the “church” that Jesus spoke of.

Too often, what we imagine our life ought to be keeps us from embracing the fullness of what it actually is.  Likewise, what we imagine ourselves to be often stands in the way of our becoming who we were created to be.

Though both be branded hypocrites, I believe that there is a worthy distinction between the man who pretends to be something he is not, and the man who aspires to be more than he has been.

Regular church attenders often hear of the need to be good stewards of the things God has given them.  This reminder generally comes right around offering time, and usually refers to how their money is spent.  But in my lifetime, I’ve found that there are things which are far more valuable than money, and two or those are time and energy.  And while we wouldn’t dream of feeding dollar bills into a shredder, I would submit that within our culture we frequently do this with our time and energy.

 

We’ve long been a society that spends a significant amount of resources on recreation and our hobbies (e.g. hunting, fishing, boating, motorcycling, skiing, classic cars, season tickets…).  And with all of the advances in technology, we have a created a million new ways to keep ourselves distracted and non-productive.  Estimates indicate that roughly 40 million people will spend almost two billion dollars, and countless man-hours, to play Fantasy football this year.  While industry metrics indicate that almost 165 million people will spend a measurable portion of their day playing video games on their smartphones (or other electronic devices).  In the 2nd quarter of this year, over 304 million people spent an incalculable amount of time broadcasting their reactions, opinions, and comments on Twitter.  And Instagram recently reported that they now have over 400 million users, filling cyberspace with selfies and other superfluous material.  All of this, while marriages, and children, and communities, deteriorate from neglect.

 

The Apostle Paul said that a good soldier doesn’t involve themselves in civilian affairs, and as children of God, we must remember that our days on this earth are numbered.  We can ill afford to piddle away that time on useless distractions, while the work of the kingdom goes undone.  To whom much is given, much is required.

In our search for truth, we look for words and principles.  But the truth is more than just an ideology, it is a person.

In our search for love, we look for feelings and gratification.  But love is more than just an emotion, it is a person.

In our search for life, we look for endeavors and experiences.  But life is more than just a journey, it is a person.

In our search for the way, we look for methods and formulas.  But the way is more than just a process, it is a person.

God is not simply loving, He is the embodiment of love.

Jesus does not just point us in the right direction, He is the way, He is the truth, and He is the life.

If we do not encounter the person of God, we only know the shadow of these things.

The Protestant Deformation

Though Martin Luther is commonly credited with leading the “Protestant Reformation”, men like John Wycliffe (1331-1384), and Jan Hus (1369-1415), were mounting serious and meaningful challenges to the authority and practices of the Catholic church over 100 years before Luther’s Ninety-Five Thesis was nailed to the church door.  These men, and other reformers like them, could not find a biblical justification for what they saw “the church” doing, and they literally risked their lives and livelihoods to question it.  At the heart of their protests was the way “the church” had inserted itself as the middle-man (or broker) between God and His people; and the rampant corruption that resulted from it.  In that era, “Christians” had to rely on “the church” to teach them what the scripture said, to forgive their sins, and to administer the sacraments, which were ostensibly their connection to God, and ultimately to salvation.  A failure to live up to the standards of “the church” could get you cut off from the sacraments, which in that context amounted to being cut off from God.

 

As a person who was raised in a devoutly Catholic family, this is similar to the understanding of God I grew up with.  He was too high, and too holy, to be approached by people like me; and so we prayed to the saints, and we prayed to Mary, and we relied on the priests, and the bishops, and the Pope to tell us what God really wanted from us.  He was so holy that we had to whisper in the sanctuary, even when there wasn’t a service going on.  In those days, I believed that the church building was God’s house, and that this was where I needed to go to be with Him.  Of course, the idea of being with Him was scary, because, as I was frequently reminded, He would one day judge me and decide whether I was worthy of heaven.  No doubt, fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, but I don’t think that this is what God had in mind.  I emerged from this upbringing with an awe of God, and gratitude for the sacrifice that Jesus made for me, but with no real connection to either of them, and no understanding of the “Holy Ghost”.  From my perspective, God was a world away (i.e. in heaven), Jesus had died 2000 years ago, and here I was, on my own.

 

When I left home, I left “the church” behind; not out of hurt, or anger, or some great theological issue, but rather because it seemed irrelevant to my life.  Though I always tried to be a “good” and moral person, I simply adapted to my surroundings, and the culture; and for a lot of years that seemed to be OK.  But, eventually, I became aware of a nagging emptiness within me, and as I sought to find its origin, I discovered that God was what was missing from my life.  This wasn’t happy news for me, because I assumed that it meant going back to church, and I hadn’t really missed that part.  But since church was all that I knew, that’s what I did.  Though my first attempt was a Catholic church, a “protestant” friend eventually invited me to their church, and I soon found myself moving in a different direction.  Bible studies began to challenge what I thought I knew, and when I finally read the Bible for myself, I emerged with a totally different picture of God, what He wanted, and what it meant to be His son.  I realized that He wanted to have a personal relationship with me, and though I wasn’t really sure how to go about that, I was committed to the pursuit of it.  Though it took some time, I gradually began to experience a tangible awareness of His presence, and to discern His voice.  At times, I encountered His Holy Spirit in powerful ways, and I was forever transformed in those moments.  The revelation that His Spirit lived inside of me brought God out of heaven, and Jesus out of history, and placed them in the center of my every day.  It changed my life in every way, and has become my sole source of hope.

 

I guess that this testimony would seem to support the idea that the “Protestant” flavor of Christianity is somehow superior to the “Catholic’ brand, but after twenty years of travelling within these circles, the two have begun to look incredibly similar.  Though I am grateful to my Evangelical friends, and their urging to come kneel at the altar; and to my Baptist friends, and their encouragement to read the Bible; and for my Charismatic brothers and sisters, and their love of all things spiritual.  And while I did feel the need to get baptized again; and while I have been known to speak in tongues; and while I do continue to find my way to a church pew on most Sundays, none of it has, or ever will, save my soul.  All of it has only been worthwhile to the degree that it helped me to find Jesus Christ, and to become genuinely connected to Him, and to fulfill His purposes for my life.  Though God used (and uses) these things (i.e. both my Catholic upbringing & my experiences within “Protestant” circles), it was Him who drew me to Himself, it was Him who spoke to my heart, it was Him who gave me (and gives me) new life.  Ultimately, this entire journey has been (and is) a transaction between Him and me.  He is the Vine and I am a branch; I am sustained by Him.

 

It seems to me that throughout human history God has tried to orchestrate a direct connection with His children, and that men have consistently resisted that effort.  It began in the garden, where all He wanted was to walk with them in the cool of the day; but Adam and Eve chose a different path.  In Moses’ day, He spoke to the people from the mountain; but it frightened them, and they asked Him to stop.  Later, when the people cried out for a king, He lamented, “I wanted to be their King”.  And when He sent them prophets to speak for Him, they ignored and/or killed them.  But finally, through the perfect sacrifice of Jesus, He was able to send His Spirit to dwell within the hearts of those who are truly His.  This was (and is) the consummation of God’s desire to have a genuine and intimate relationship with His people.  No more need for animal sacrifices, no more need to go to the temple to experience His presence, no more need to find the prophet to hear what God is saying.  The veil was torn, and even a “wretch like me” was (and is) now free to come directly to the throne of grace.  So where does that leave “the church”?

 

The church that Jesus spoke of wasn’t an institution, nor was it meant to be contained in a building.  He spoke of a body of believers, living in response to Him, through His Spirit.  He envisioned a connection that was so intimate that it would be like that of a groom and his bride.  A people so devoted to Him, and to each other, that the world couldn’t help but see a compelling picture of His love for them.  But what we have arrived at (in this present age) is much more rooted in religious tradition, and pragmatism, than in anything scriptural.  The “church” has become little more than the place where we go to practice our particular brand of religion.  And while the exercising of one’s religious convictions is not necessarily a bad or evil thing, there is a spirit that tends to lurk about such activity, continuously trying to twist it’s meaning and context.  I would call this a religious spirit, or the spirit of religion, and it is the same spirit that utterly convinced Caiaphas that he was protecting Israel by demanding Jesus’ crucifixion, and Paul that he was doing God’s work by killing Jesus’ followers.  If we are not discerning, we too can convince ourselves that all our religious activity is accomplishing something that it is not.  Jesus warned His followers of this in the gospels (Matt 7:23 – Not everyone who says to me Lord, Lord, will enter the kingdom of heaven…)

 

In fact, nothing seemed to stir Jesus’ ire like a religious spirit, with many of His strongest rebukes pointed at the religious leaders of His day.  These men perceived themselves to be God’s agents, and yet Jesus said, “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites!  You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces.  You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let those enter who are trying to (Matt 23:13).”  Obviously, Jesus’ anger was rooted in the fact that these men were standing in the way of people coming directly to Him, and there can be no doubt that He feels the same way today.  At its core, the spirit of religion is an anti-Christ spirit, which seeks to re-erect the veil by placing itself between Christ and His people.  It exalts its symbols, and its doctrine, and its rituals, and its officials, thereby stealing the focus away from the One who is the source of life.  The great reformers of the past came against this spirit in what we would now consider the Catholic church, and I would suggest, that the reformers of today need to do the same for those churches which would be considered “Protestant” in heritage.

 

Since Luther’s time, the reformed church has gradually restored much of the hierarchy, ritual, and idolatry it purportedly intended to leave behind.  The “Christian” culture in America is now littered with superstar personalities, who can fill arenas, and demand grand compensation for their ministry.  We now have ministers who carry special titles (e.g. Bishop, Archbishop, Apostle, Prophet..), and are led to believe that they make up some privileged class within the Body of Christ.  In many instances, people exalt these leaders, laying money at their feet, and standing in line so that they can be touched by them.  An internet search can locate videos of such ministers literally being crowned, or essentially knighted with a sword.  Many such ministries offer special blessings (i.e. indulgences) for those who give a requisite amount.  Even in places without that kind of hysteria, people are taught that the church, or their Pastor, is their spiritual covering, and that they will be unprotected if they come out from under their authority.  Over and over again, in a thousand different ways, the message becomes that we need what they have to offer in order to reach our God ordained destiny, and that is directly counter to the good news of the gospel.

 

I am not saying that there are no sincere ministers anymore, or that there aren’t congregations that are doing good work within their communities.  Undoubtedly, both still exist.  I’m not saying that anyone who holds a special title is corrupt or greedy.  I personally know many gifted ministers who can legitimately claim such a title.  But I am saying that this model that we have adopted for “church” is not producing the kind of fruit Jesus died to provide.  Collectively, we are not being the salt and light; we are not known by the way we love each other, we are not being transformed into the image of Christ, and we don’t seem to be having much of an effect on the gates of hell.  Our children are largely emerging from their church upbringings without a genuine connection to God, and are leaving the faith in droves.  As I read the scripture, I find that God is being exactly who He said He would be, and that the enemy of our souls is acting exactly like God said he would, and that the world (i.e. mankind) is being exactly like He said it would be, and that creation is responding just like He said it would.  The one character that I read about in the Bible, that I don’t see, is the Bride of Christ, who Jesus comes back for.  At this point in my journey, I would guess that our current religious practice isn’t going to get us there.  Ultimately, it is Christ in us that is the hope of glory.  Until the life of Christ within us becomes our guide, we are bound to wander aimlessly.  Unless the Lord builds the house, we will continue to labor in vain.

We live in an interesting era, where most people don’t struggle with the idea of a spiritual realm, or even the existence of spirits; but where many (including a significant number of professing “Christians”) struggle to accept the notion of a literal devil, or the existence of hell.  For the first 30+ years of my life I was essentially blind and numb to spiritual things, but all of that changed when I had a very real encounter with the Holy Spirit of God.  That singular moment changed the trajectory of my life by making God real to me in a way that He hadn’t been before; but it also opened my eyes to the invisible realm, which includes demons, and demonic activity.  I’ve had curious people ask me about such things, and I like to use the “Lion King” as an example of how it works.

 

Simba represents each of us, while Mufasa represents all three persons of God.  He is Simba’s father, who gives his life to save him, and whose spirit guides him.  His rules were meant to protect his children, but Simba chooses to go his own way.  Scar represents the enemy of our souls, whose real intention is to steal, kill, and destroy.  In the presence of the genuine King, Scar is powerless, but after Mufasa’s death, his accusations drive Simba from his father’s kingdom (the Pride Lands), and cause him to forfeit his rights as an heir to the throne.  Just as Satan has demons to do his work, Scar has his pack of Hyenas to do his bidding. 

 

As long as Simba was willing to live the “hakuna matata” (no worries in Swahili) lifestyle with Timon and Pumbaa, he posed little threat to Scar, and was largely left alone.  Of course, he had to live in a very demeaning way for a lion; eating bugs and the like; but his friends made it bearable.  That was until Nala shows up, and reminds him of where he came from, and that his family is suffering at the hands (or paws) of Scar and his sidekicks.  But even though Simba wants to help, the voice of the accuser again causes him to doubt himself.  Though Rafiki plays the role of a prophet, it is eventually the voice of his father that is able to remind Simba of who he is, and of what his destiny was meant to be.  With the word of his father burning within his heart, Scar becomes powerless to stop Simba from taking his rightful place as the heir to the throne.

 

Like Simba, we have all gone on own way, and the accuser of the brethren has a lot to say about it.  If we believe in what he is saying, we will forfeit our rightful place in our Father’s kingdom.  If we choose to take the “hakuna matata” approach to the problem, we will live well beneath the level we were created for, and never find our way back to our homeland.  We all desperately need to have the same revelation that Simba had, which is that we are loved, forgiven, meant to dwell in our Father’s kingdom, and created to be an heir to His throne.  Our identities need to become rooted in that revelation, and it needs to propel us into the battle against the illegitimate authority of our enemy.  The scripture tells us that our battle is not against flesh and blood, “but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms (Eph. 6:12)”.  If we are really worried about the direction our country is headed, I would suggest that this is the battle we need to be engaging in.

Microsoft Helpdesk:  “This is the Microsoft Helpdesk, can I help you?”

 

Computer User:  “I sure hope so.  I just bought one of your computers last week, and now it’s not working for me.”

 

Helpdesk:  “Can you describe how it’s not working?”

 

User:  “Well, when I first hooked it up, it was fast and did everything I asked it to do.  But every day since then it seemed to get slower, and all of these things kept popping up on the screen.   Now I can’t seem to get anything to work.”

 

Helpdesk:  “Can you tell me what kind of anti-virus program you’re using?”

 

User:  “I’m not using any anti-virus program.  It’s a brand new computer, it shouldn’t have any viruses on it.  The salesman did try to sell me some sort of expensive software package, but I didn’t fall for that.”

 

Helpdesk:  (After a silent pause) “So how did you handle those things that kept popping onto the screen?”

 

User:  “I clicked on them, and if they looked suspicious, I deleted them.”

 

If you know anything about computers, and the internet, the scenario described above probably made you cringe.  In this day and age, you can hardly afford to connect anything to the internet without some form of protection, and everyone knows that you shouldn’t just click on “pop-ups” or e-mails from unknown addresses.  There are all sorts of things floating around cyberspace that can, and will, do harm to your system.  And most people try to be prudent about what they let into their domains.

 

Unfortunately, I’m not so sure that we exercise that same diligence with our thought life.  Like the internet, our minds can be crammed full of information, stimuli, ideas, experiences, opinions, memories…, which all have the potential to move us intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, and ultimately into some sort of action.  The power of our thoughts cannot be overstated.  The most heinous acts in human history began as a thought or idea in someone’s mind.  I recently read a story about a teenager who murdered a little girl in his neighborhood; and when he was questioned about his motive, he stated, “I just wanted to know what it would feel like to kill someone”.  I would suggest that this thought was like a pop-up, that just needed to be deleted upon arrival.  Instead, he decided to open it, and it eventually became a life altering reality.  While this example may seem extreme, I’ve watched “Christian” families destroyed by thoughts as simple as, “I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn’t married my spouse”, or “When is it my turn to have some fun?”

 

The Bible warns us to take every thought captive, and make it subject to Christ.  And it also says that we should test everything by the Holy Spirit.  Like a firewall, and anti-virus software, these principles are meant to protect our operating systems, so that we can be available for the eternal work of God’s Kingdom.  While we don’t always have control over what might pop-up on our screens, we have ultimate responsibility for what we choose to click on, and open.