Monday, August 2, 2010

Bump-Set-Spike It. That's-the-way-we-like it...

I'm writing this morning to all of those students who have had the summer of their lives. Some of you went to camp with Lake Hills or another church or organization and found yourself walking with God on a level you'd never dreamed you would. Some of you served the hungry, homeless, and hurting last week at Mission Austin and again sensed that you were up to far more than community service as you followed Jesus into neighborhoods he taught you to love. I'm writing to those students who inevitably have to go back to the routine of life this morning, engaging relationships that you might have been avoiding this summer and trying to somehow overlap the two worlds of Summer and School. I'm writing to the Dancers, Athletes, Musicians, and Academics who together begin the process of preparing for a new school year today. Its August my friends. Ready or not, your time has come.

So I simply want to give you, the student, a few words of encouragement today; something to ponder as you bump-set-spike it or repeat the same marching steps over and over again.

1. The same God who transformed your life this summer, walks with you now. In fact scripture tells us that for those who know Christ, that same God dwells inside you now. Remember Colossians 1:27. "Christ in you, the hope of Glory." Don't let distractions fool you into believing that God is somehow somewhere else. God is with you wherever you go.

2. God has gifted you with whatever your doing for a reason. Your gifts and abilities weren't given to you just for your enjoyment. God has placed you exactly where God wants you at this time so that you might help others know him. Who do your talents place you in proximity to that need healing, hope, love and grace? Remember Colossians 3:17. "And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."

3. Create Margin in your lives to spend time with Christ. Don't forget that in the hustle and bustle of adjusting to the "old routine" that you now have the opportunity to create a "new routine." Students, you don't have to live the same life you've always lived. Let me say that again. You don't have to live the same life you've always lived. You can change. The rhythms of your life can change. Just because last year you didn't have time to spend with Jesus, doesn't mean that you have to bow down and act as slaves to last year's schedule and routine. This is your life and your schedule, or perhaps more appropriately God's life and God's schedule. Make time for the things that matter most.

Beyond that, I just want you all to know that we believe in you! We're praying for you and we're here for you.

Live Love.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A True Jewel...

I believe I'm probably the last person in the world to discover this jewel over at NPR.COM, but just in case I'm not, friends please check out the All Songs Considered "Tiny Desk Concert" series. If you enjoy great music, this is an absolute must see. Raw and Sincere. A dream come true for a guy like me. Here's a sneak peak from one of my favorite bands around, The Avett Brothers. Enjoy!



and here is a bonus; their video for my favorite of their songs "I and Love and You."

Monday, May 3, 2010

Sometimes I Can't Stand Myself...

This weekend I had the opportunity to speak at a Disciple Now retreat at my buddy Jay's Church in Taylor, Texas. Going into the weekend I felt expectant in anticipation for what God would accomplish. I've seen so many lives challenged and so many steps taken towards Christ through my many years of Disciple Now weekends. When we arrived in Taylor we heard a beautiful sound coming from the worship center. My friend David Quinones led worship for the weekend and believe me when I say, this dude's voice sits someone between an 8 and a 9, or between John Legend and Amos Lee for those musical friends out there. I have no idea why he hasn't blown up, but believe when I say that I think he will.

After the formalities of explaining to David why I speak instead of doing music these days, we settled in for the weekend. All the leaders were in place, sets ready to play and talks ready to be given. Then Jay broke the news to me. Most all of the leaders present for the weekend were from the Village Church in Dallas. This meant two things to me. They would be well discipled, articulate and theologically versed....and their pastor is Matt Chandler. Now for those who don't know who Matt Chandler is let me just give you a quick synopsis. The guy loves Jesus passionately, is currently fighting cancer like a real man, and he's the best communicator in America. Period. Yes, better than Obama and whatever pastor you place up against him. Not that its a competition, but really THE best these ears have heard. Ok moving on. So from this point on I knew these leaders weren't listening with virgin ears. They had heard a good talk every week they'd attended the Village, and a great talk for most of those weeks as well.

Now hear me when I say that I don't care if I compare with any speaker. Its not about that. God uses who God wishes to use in the way God wishes to use him or her. I put in the time in study and God graciously uses me and I'm forever grateful. Four students came to know Christ this weekend!

So these leaders were all very cool, but at the end of the weekend there was ONE guy who seriously became my hero. See when you're a communicator its very difficult to get fired up when you're standing in front of a non-active listening audience, especially one where many of the faces seem to be analyzing every word that comes out of your mouth. It can be intimidating at times as you seek to navigate the waters of skepticism while still seeking to bring a message of hope, love and faith simultaneously.

The reason this guy was such a hero for me this weekend was found in his simple nods, faint amens, and genuinely curious eyes. He wasn't looking for what he disagreed with or already knew, but instead what he could learn or affirm from the scriptures. There were moments when, though he doesn't know it, he pulled me through. I'm grateful to you Affliction Shirt wearing leader, who can shoot the lights out of the gym. Really, thank you.

On to the point. Yesterday I was back at LHC for a morning of community and worship. We kicked off a new series called Right Here, Right Now and as we sat in the audience listening to Mac's first message this thought scrolled across the front of my mind, "Sometimes I Can't Stand Myself!" In that moment I realized that I'm not a good listener. Sure I listen, and Mac is a great communicator, but I don't encourage anybody on stage from the crowd. It was so hard to realize that I'm probably not the guy that people look at to find comfort or encouragement, not because I'm hostile, but because I'm contemplative and I'm not thinking about serving the one on stage. Its selfish listening, and this from one of the only guys in the audience who knows how much better a talk can be when you feel like somebody is "with" you. Talk about a plank in my eye. In serving the speaker you serve crowd, because they wind up hearing a more confident and verbose message. Whether we like it or not pastors are not an island.

More to come...

Live Love.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Gungor: Theological Integrity and Creative Genius

















The future of worship,
or at least I hope so....


Thursday, April 22, 2010

MADD & the Transforming Power of the Holy Spirit

I had the privilege of attending a Mothers Against Drunk Driving gathering the other night at LHC. First, I must say that the people who organized the event were so kind and thoughtful. The presenters were dead on, speaking about the legal, scientific and social issues associated with juvenile alcohol consumption and consequent parental involvement therein. There were many insights throughout the night that I found helpful and convicting, but one idea absolutely captivated my attention. The last presenter of the evening discussed that in years past MADD had used a strategy that sought to frighten teens away from alcohol consumption. I remember these days, at my school with displays set up outside depicting the gory realities of drinking and driving. For the life of me I can't remember if it was for MADD or DARE, but both programs sought to scare us out of bad behavior. The presenter then showed that they believe parents, not scare tactics, are now the key to reaching students with a message of abstinence from alcohol. Studies simply show time and time again that whether teens like it or not, and whether their parents believe it, Mom and Dad still hold the place as primary influencer in their child's life. If you reach the parents, you reach the kids.

Light Bulb!

I couldn't help but think that this meeting sounded oddly like the experience I have had in student ministry over the past 15 years of my life. When I was a teenager every speaker who shared the gospel sought to scare us bad enough that we would choose heaven over hell. If he could get us to think about death and hell enough, surely we would choose Jesus and heaven instead. The problem is that those tactics didn't yield the fruit I think everyone had hoped for. Disciples weren't made and now we're reaping the benefits with staggering numbers of college age students abandoning faith year after year. The solution. Parents. Every Student Ministry Conference and Essay coming out right now seems to point to parents/family ministry as the hope for our world. Sound Familiar?

I want you, the reader, to know that I'm stoked that secular and faith-based research is yielding the same results. I think this proves for us again that all truth is God's truth if its really the truth. In Deuteronomy 6:7, the author writes of God's commandments, "Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up." Ancient Hebrews and Modern Researchers sound the same. I think its brilliant....and there's more to be said.

I've noticed as of late that trends seem to come and go in the church and secular world. I do think we are progressing and I certainly agree that parents play a beyond enormous role in the positive development of teenagers, but as a follower of Jesus I have to believe that "true transformation" happens through the work of Holy Spirit in the hearts of men and women, girls and boys. A Mom and Dad can and should guide their student through the tumultuous waters of adolescence, but only God can change their heart. Friends, let us not forget.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Stick Up For Somebody...

I'm a minister. There are always moments when somebody is frustrated with something that I'm doing. I believe that is life. Today I had this moment though, when I was speaking with a friend who informed me that some people expressed their frustration towards me in his presence recently. The details aren't important and we enjoyed time together and then went on to work, but when I got in the car I wondered, "Did that friend stick up for me?" For all I know, I'm sure he did, but still I wondered. I've been thinking today about all those moments in life when we hear people speaking ill of those we either know or don't know; the moments when I don't necessarily trash talk or add to the noise, but instead stand or sit by passively, not wanting to involve myself.

Millennial Christians are often characterized by a heart for those without a voice. We spend time, money and lots of energy promoting our favorite Cause, whether that be sticking up for those in the sex trafficking industry or those without water, and believe me, I'm all for it. Millennials are moving the Kingdom forward in powerful ways. But I'm interested today in a redefinition of speaking up for those without a voice. Let's bring it home. Technically, it means that your speaking on someone's behalf who doesn't presently have a voice. Well everyday, in every office and school across America people are thrown under the proverbial bus, with no way to speak for themselves; they're picked apart and misunderstood and nobody says anything.

You know what friends, when Jesus disciples were attacked by the Pharisees for picking grain on the Sabbath, Jesus stuck up for them. I think its time that we do a better job sticking up for each other, giving one another the benefit of the doubt, defending character and asking people to deal with conflict or hearsay in person. This isn't a call to excuse everything, but instead to deal with it in a healthy manor. In a backstabbing world, we might just speak volumes about Jesus.

So my challenge today for me and for you is to stick up for somebody because don't we all hope that somebody is sticking up for us.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

The Real Thing


When I was in college a professor once told us that its a rare thing to find a true love song. Most quote unquote love songs are really fatuous musings or erotic objectifications based on how we feel towards the beginning of a relationship. I believe he showed us through Robert Sternberg's triangular theory of love that many love songs are written at the point where passion and commitment collide, a fatuous love or at the point where intimacy and passion collide, a strictly romantic love. Neither are true love, instead only two of the three angles required to experience true love.

Kerra and I have been married for five years this July and I find myself agreeing more and more with my professor's observation. Its very rare that I hear anything that resembles the kind of love that Kerra and I experience. We are far past the early months of infatuation and like every married couple work through times when romance is prevalent and times when its not as prevalent. But goodness, I love my wife more now than I ever thought I could five years ago. Its just different, and I'm looking for music that expresses the depth and reality of that kind of love. I'm looking for the real thing.

Just a week I ago I believe I found that in the most unlikely of places. Kerra and I have been listening to Dave Barnes for a while now. And to say that his music is "pop" is an understatement. Some of his more catchy songs are reminiscent of Michael Jackson's P.Y.T. or Rock With You, and his past records have been great, but nonetheless primarily about fatuous love. Which is to be expected, he was a single guy writing love songs. On his latest release though, "What We Want, What We Get" Barnes takes what he's learning in marriage and applies it to his writing. In short, if you're married and you like catchy hooks and songs with a lot of groove, this is a great album to pick up. Though the music is outside of my usual wheelhouse, Kerra and I greatly enjoyed sharing the songs on our drive home from Arkansas to Austin. Here's a sampling...

Monday, March 29, 2010

Easter and the Kingdom...

This past week we talked about "Hosanna" and "Crucify Him," both chanted by the crowd in Jerusalem in reaction to Jesus. Hosanna, which means "save" or "save us" had to be the cry for the Kingdom by those Jews alive in Jesus' day. Under some sort of Empirical control since 586BC, the Israelites struggled under the weight of retaining a national identity without being truly free to practice that identity. Needless to say, they had ideas of what this Messiah would be. There were several camps, some hoping for a general, others a political genius, and still others hoping for one that would lead them into a utopian existence in the desert. When Jesus entered Jerusalem the crowd was interested in a specific type of savior. Though they were more than likely not all committed hard and fast to a specific point of view, everyone wanted to be saved. The problem is that they wanted to be saved the way they wanted to be saved. They were unassumingly trying to hijack the Kingdom when it wasn't theirs to take. It turned out that Jesus' plan was far bigger than a national agenda. His Kingdom stretched beyond a public interest group or political party. His Kingdom was for everyone and it looked liked a suffering servant rather than a conquering general.

So...they crucified him.

I think we can learn a lot from this story. That we don't get to make the rules for Kingdom. We don't get to ask God to save us and then tell him how to do it. He knows what we need to be saved from the most and how that needs to transpire. It might look more like a cross and less like whatever we're hoping it to be. So we've got to get under Christ's authority and let him define the Kingdom for us. Only then can we effectively cry Hosanna because then, as Stanley Grenz says, we have found the cry for the Kingdom.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven.

Live Love.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

If you teach it, they will listen: thoughts on Narrative Teaching

Sunday night we had the privilege of seeing four of our High School Students give their lives to Jesus. I could never take credit for the work of the Holy Spirit, but one thing did stand out to me Sunday night. I'll get to that in a bit.

When speaking about Millenials, particularly Middle and High School aged Millenials, little credit is given to their ability to comprehend, engage and enjoy scripture. I think sometimes in an effort to make things easier, more relevant or maybe more understandable, teachers will start with a proposition dissected from a passage, one they deem appropriate and timely for students and then proceed to build a talk around that proposition. Now I would never state that propositions are inherently wrong or bad, all the time, but I would say that an inherited ideal in teaching causes many men and women my age to deliver talks with little connection to or concern for the actual Biblical Narrative. In one of the great flaws of the modern age, higher-critical hermeneutics taught us to pick apart the scriptures down to the tiniest propositions. Then, taking those propositions, we might find other like propositions and form an argument. Questions quickly arise. What's the context of that proposition? Does it come from a bigger story that may give it a different meaning? Are like propositions from like stories? If not, can they be viewed in the same light? The questions go on. Does our context inform our propositions? Do lifted propositions fit into or fundamentally agree with the meta-narrative? Are they historically accurate? Are they what the authors intended to the people they were writing to? And so on and so forth...

In walks Hans Frei and the Yale Divinity School with their post-liberal theology, sometimes called Narrative Theology. In my grossly oversimplified explanation, these guys basically came to the conclusion that meaning is often derived in communities, thus it is important to understand the stories or narratives communicated in those communities, or by those authors. To take propositions out of a text without considering the community it was written to or in would be errant. Also, in a moment of nothing short of rescue these men along with men such as ethicist Stanley Hauerwas and theologian James McClendon pointed to the simple fact that much of the Bible is written in a narrative format, thus is should be studied as a narrative, with plot, setting, characters, context, climax, resolution, so on and so forth. Even the non-propositional pieces of the Bible were written in conjunction with narrative portions. Thus, it is always important to take into account the story from which we derive truth. Scripture is still infallible and as a whole I believe a narrative approach reinstates the authority of scripture, informing us of meaning rather than being forced by us to mean things it was never intended to. In addition, I personally enjoy a narrative style of teaching because the point isn't usually made at the beginning of the talk, but saved for the end, allowing the story to teach us, capture our imaginations and form our hearts and minds along the way.

On a side note. Though it may often be, I don't think that topical preaching has to be completely propositional. Though I recognize that the general proposition is usually the point of origin, topical preaching can take on a narrative approach. Like a hybrid. For instance, when speaking about sexuality we might turn back to ancient Jewish marital practices, allowing the narrative to teach us about sexuality, rather than simply compiling a list of verses, or we might discuss the issues associated with Paul's words to the Corinthians, not allowing them to be propositions, but rather a part of a larger redemptive narrative, that happens to deal with sexual purity.

My point. You would think that all this would be so boring to Middle and High School Students, but I believe we underestimate their ability to grasp complex concepts, think abstractly, and derive meaning from the scriptures. Sunday night, there were no funny stories, intriguing illustrations, and I wasn't that eloquent. Now that's not usually what Rush is like. I usually use humor to break the ice and often times flow from a topical theme. (I don't mean for this post to sound like a narrative of nothing proclamation. Lots of people have decided to follow Jesus out of a propositional model) But Sunday night we simply talked about Sacrifice in terms of pre-history, Abraham and Isaac, Passover, the Levitical Law, and then Jesus. Goodness, I almost fell asleep typing that. It seems so boring, but because we focused on the narrative, connecting the mercy and providence of God at Passover to the mercy and providence of God at Calvary was compelling to many of the students in attendance and these aren't all church kids. Believe me. Maybe Sunday night was a fluke. Or maybe God just did some powerful stuff that was way bigger than us. I think that's probably true regardless. But one thing I know, for any who find themselves drawn to teach narratively, students who didn't understand the cross before they walked in Sunday night, both Christian and Not-Yet-Christian, do now, and its because we looked to the over-arching story.

Live Love.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Opening Up...

Alright blogsters. Good news. Some of you have told me that you can't comment on my blog. I've changed my settings, opened up who can and cannot comment and pretty much anyone should now be able to post comments from here on out. So let's keep it clean out there and let the games begin!

Live Love.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Music in the Spring...

Every once and a while I try to put up some albums that are carrying heavy rotation in my car, at the office and at home. In the past month these three have thrilled and captivated, inspired and enthralled.

Quebec Antique


This band has convinced me that Austin can produce music as good or better than anywhere else in the world. Reminding me of The Postal Service, the greatness of this album is found in an ethereal mix of finger picking, keys, subtle loops and beats.












Ra Ra Riot


Sounding like a cross between Vampire Weekend and Matt Pond PA, this band mixes violin and cello with the east coast collegiate indie rock sounds that we grew to love so much last spring.













The Rocketboys


Don't be fooled. These guys say they're from Austin, but they all attended Abilene Christian University and earned their stripes in the Big Country. Now residing in Austin, this six piece band, with three guitarists, create an indie sound as big as Texas.



Enjoy my friends.
Live Love.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I'd Like to Introduce You to a New Friend...

Blogateers,
I simply must introduce you to a new friend of my mine. Kerra and I have discovered a fascinating technology that is revolutionizing our morning routines. Without further ado...Tassimo.



The premise is simple. One cup of most any type of coffee drink, made with sheer excellence in about one minute. For instance, this morning I had a cappuccino and my wife had a latte, all made in less than five minutes, both tasting comparable to Starbucks and/or Seattle's Best. I have never been a coffee drinker, but Tassimo is turning the tide.

Live Love.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Swimming Lessons

Great video I found from the guys that are hosting Catalyst West. I lost it the first and second time I saw it. Enjoy!


Things You Can't Do When You're Not In A Pool - The most amazing home videos are here

Live Love.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

love and sponges...

To conclude my mini-series on love, I'd like to discuss a lesson I actually picked up a couple of years ago. I'm a commentary nerd. That's right. I ask for them for Christmas and stuff. Call me Poindexter and tape up my glasses. Its not a secret I love to learn, so I was reading through a commentary on I Corinthians and found such a great insight regarding the patient and kind side of love. The author made a comment I can't remember completely but its went something like this, "love reacts with patience and responds with kindness."

It dawned on me sometime later that this is what meekness means. I think a correct definition is "power under control," and the metaphor often used is that of a wild stallion being tamed. Raw power being tamed, not distinguished, but tamed for more useful purposes. When you look at nature, and at churches and bars and offices and homes, there are a thousand different examples of power out of control. It often reminds me of a wild animal backed into a corner. Threatened, the animal lashes out in anger, fear, and frustration. What ensues is always destructive, for at least one party involved. Usually both. Meekness, means keeping your cool, reacting patiently because you know you're powerful, and out of control your power could do some serious damage. On some level I think patience and absorption are much the same.

Having refused to lash out, we remind ourselves that we are human and not simply animals. There is more to us than our instincts. This life is not kill or be killed, and love is the only way strong enough to stop fear, hate, and dominative power in its tracks. Because after we react with patience, we refuse the way of calculated revenge and we respond with kindness; always exposing evil, hate, and injustice, and and sometimes turning an enemy into a comrade.

[God, increase my capacity to love meekly]

Live Love.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

love can leave the coolest scars...

A couple of weeks ago we had our High School Retreat at Lake LBJ. We played this castaway type game where the kids were taken to this island on a dingy boat and then as a team had to create a boat using various materials on the island and then navigate it back across the water to win. It was probably the most fun I've ever had during a rec time. While we were setting up earlier in the day, we were trying to attach a rope from the shore to a log on the island. We tied some ludicrous knot onto the log and then had one of our high school boys give the rope a tug to see if it would budge. Well, the guy we chose was far stronger than I had accounted for and he definitely rolled the log over on my leg. It hurt, but not too bad. When we had successfully pulled the log off my leg, it revealed what appeared to be a tear in the skin on my calf. Not so much a cut, but a tear. Its turning out to leave a pretty cool scar. All that said, I was looking at it this week and it couldn't help but think about the scars we leave on each other.

I literally don't know anybody whose walking around with no scars. Maybe some lucky and lazy ones don't have physical, but everybody's got emotional scars of some kind. We've all got them, but some are definitely worse than others. They can come from any number of things, but this week in particular I was thinking about the kind of scars we carry around because we simply suck at telling the truth.

Sometimes we leave massive, gaping scars on people because we tell the truth in ungraceful ways. We're too frank. Too course. Too candid. Making someone an object of our wrath. Not aware of another's style of conflict. Not sensitive to another's past or present. Not caring about them as much as about us. Not concerned about what they really need as much as about what we want them to feel or accomplish at the moment. These scars are inflicted by the ignorant and the self-involved and often leave us discouraged and distraught.

Other times we leave a thousand little paper cut scars on each other from truthful comments that come as backhanded insults. Sarcasm can often reveal the truth in sinister ways. The truth of how we feel about each other. The truth about somebody else's weight or intelligence or relationship with God or momma. These statements can come in the form of telling the unsightly truth to groups who aren't the primary person involved. Don't you hate it when gossip gets back to you. These scars are often ones we shrug off in the moment, but later, like a paper cut, nag at us when we lye awake at night.

The tongue is certainly a double edged sword...

But maybe the worst are the scars are inflicted on us by those who don't tell us the truth when they should. This is the area that I struggle in. When somebody has an open wound that is visible, but we don't tell them about it until it festers and becomes an unsightly scar and sometimes leaves someone without a metaphorical limb. These are the moments when we know that we need to engage conflict, speaking the truth in a situation that really needs it, but don't because we're afraid. Or the moments when a rebuke is in order but we don't want to "judge." The moments when one tweak in our leadership style or relational approach could literally mean greatness, but nobody will tell us because its "not their business" or "they don't want to hurt our feelings."

We have to get comfortable telling the truth and receiving it as well. Truth can only really be shared in communities of loving trust. Places where we sincerely want to better one another. Where we root for one another. Where we deal with sin in honest ways. In Pauls words, we all need to grow up and speak the truth in love. (paraphrase, obviously) A great new quote from U2's song, "Magnificent."

"Only love, only love can leave such a mark,
Only love, only love can heal such a scar."

[God, increase my capacity to love truthfully]

Live Love.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

love has the dirtiest hands...

I was reading a book a while back that made my jaw drop. The Tangible Kingdom, by Hugh Halter and Matt Smay, a couple of church planters, focuses on creating incarnational community. All and all its a great read, from a couple of truly missional guys.

But back to my jaw dropping. At one point in the book they mention a young couple that came to their church, Adullam. A missional community, Adullam is highly focused on reaching people through intentional, incarnational community. So this young couple, on exodus from an institutional church in another state asks to get plugged in. The pastors at Adullam are much obliged, inviting them to enjoy community already present at Adullam. Some time later though, the couple comes back to the pastor letting him know before a service that they still were not plugged in, were feeling lonely and still hoping to find community. The next part is crazy. The dude tells them to find another church. Jaw. Drop. He went on to explain that while they were sitting in the pews waiting for the main event to start, the main event was already happening in the back of the room around doughnuts and coffee. This couple was looking for community and opportunities to reach the lost and both were standing behind them partaking in the normal rhythms of life.

Boom. That's the sound of a ton of bricks landing on my chest.

The guys go on to explain that all too many of us have lost our ability to be socially fierce. We've lost our instincts. Become tame. We expect other people to find community for us, feed us spiritually, and win our friends to Jesus. Its easy. safe. convenient. comfortable. clean.

But. Reaching people is often messy and very difficult. Loving people is blood, sweat, and tears. And meeting people is often awkward and takes time as we earn our spot at the table.

Is that not the way of Jesus though? Is that not the way of cross, the way He has called us to? Does not, "take up your cross and follow me," mean that in following Jesus' example we are to put in the hard, exhausting, sometimes frustrating, long suffering, painful, and dirty work of love?

Our life group recently took a small step in a direction sort of like this. We had served the homeless in downtown Austin for some time, but many of us felt like we were doing something good that filled a much needed, but temporary need. I think our efforts honored Jesus and honor him every day as people in our community take the step to serve those in need. Its awesome!! But we wanted to take the next step. We wanted to go further. So we partnered with this ministry to partner with a family that had been homeless for 8 years, but had recently gotten off the streets and into a trailer with their new baby. This family is so cool! I loved them the first time I met them. But, I think we're all finding that the kind of love that this family needs is fierce. Its the kind that keeps going in spite of frustration, misunderstanding, and awkwardness. Its the kind of love that doesn't give up when its inconvenienced or put out. Its the kind of love that fights through socio-economic and educational differences to develop true friendships. Its the kind of love to goes the distance. Its Jesus love.

Kerra and I are much like the couple described at Adullam, but we've both made the decision that we want to become the fiercest of the fierce or at least fierce. We're trying to unlearn so many of our millennial, instant gratificational, entitled tendencies in an effort become like Jesus. We're learning that those who really love well have the thickest skin and the dirtiest hands.

[God, increase my capacity to love fiercely}

Live Love.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

lead with love...

Thanks to my friends who read and commented on yesterday's post. Before anything else is said, this post is not about the inevitable boundaries, restrictions and rebukes that come along with love. That will come later this week. Now to the post.

Peter and Paul both make references to it in the New Testament. Paul four times and Peter once. Their call to "greet one another with a holy kiss," is so bizarre to me, but so conversational to them. I can't imagine walking up to a friend and being like "Hey dude" and then just planting one on him. Gross. But it was totally common in the early church. It wasn't homo-erotic or European. It was honestly, a beautiful custom.

I've done some research on the "holy kiss." We see it in Acts and we also see it abused when Judas betrays Jesus. Many of the early church fathers practiced it and many in the Eastern Orthodox faith still practice it. Its obviously been abused and even made fashionable by many in the modern erudite western world. So what's the deal with the holy kiss? What does it mean?

The Glossary of (Eastern) Orthodox Terminology says that the "kiss of peace" or "holy kiss" is a sign of unity and fellowship between one believer and another. It can also be viewed as a sign of reconciliation or equality, reverence or respect. All things we need so desperately in the Western Church.

I'm obviously not going to start practicing the "Holy Kiss" with anybody other than my wife, but I think there are some really profound things that we can learn from it.

From the Holy Kiss we find that we must lead with love. When I stand face to face to another human being. Eye to Eye. There is a sense of mutuality there that cannot be denied. You are human. I am human. On some plain, we are the same. I may not tolerate or endorse everything you do, but I love you because you are like me, created in God's image. It is also undeniable, that the holy kiss is a sign of affection, of unconditional love between two people. Before any words are said. Before anything else happens. Before our differences are drug into the light. I lead with love. I lead with affection. Its where we start. You don't have to earn it. Its yours from the beginning.

I recall Donald Miller writing about God in one of my favorite books, Blue Like Jazz. One of the great conundrums he had with God was that he wondered if God really liked him. The love side he got, especially the tough love side, but the like, he struggled with.

I think our world, both Christian and Not, need a proverbial holy kiss from us in the Church. (You don't need to correct me here. I know the holy kiss was between believers) We have to understand that people need to feel like we genuinely like and love them. That we have real affection in our hearts for them from the start. They don't have to do anything, we love them because God does. We might not agree. We may stand in total opposition, but before we get to rebuking and boundary setting and truth sharing could we just step back, set the example, recognize our common humanity, lower our walls and open up the lines of communication by loving first?

[God, increase my capacity to love first. Amen.]

Live Love.

Monday, March 9, 2009

for the love...

Today marks the first day of a five part journey through a lot of what God is teaching me.

Since I can remember I've had this natural bent towards love. The word. The idea. The out workings of it in relationships. I didn't get it when I was a kid but I was certainly shown it. My parents were awesome. I am among the very few men in the world who can say that I grew up with a mom and a DAD who told me that they loved me on a consistent basis. My siblings were the same.

In college I told a girl "I love you" before I should have only to get my heart crushed and then put back together by my wife, Kerra, whom I love more than anybody else in this world. A day never goes by that I don't tell her.

I've always been the guy who told his friends that he loved them. I do love them after all, so I tell them. I'm not afraid, and I don't think its girly to say it.

For a while I told everybody that I loved them because I was afraid I would die, or they would, so I didn't want to leave anything undone. That probably wasn't love as much as selfishness, but I'm past that now. Weird. I know.

Most of the songs I write are about love.

When it comes to Jesus, the thing I love most about him was the way he loved and loves.
I'm often relieved when I read that in I Corinthians "the greatest of these is love."

Love. God is teaching me so much about it and convicting my heart to express it more often, in better, more intentional and tangible ways. He's shown me through marriage that love is so much different than you'd think.
That its tough.
That you work for it.
That some things we call love are actually not love and vise versa.
That we often take love for granted and that we often aren't being changed by Christ's love in the ways that we should be.
That Christianity as a whole isn't characterized by this attribute Jesus called the greatest.
That we don't hold one another accountable to act lovingly, but we do to read the bible, pray and not drink alcohol.
We have to get this right, or at least give everything we have trying to.

God has me praying this prayer all the time lately. Maybe you can pick up and make it a prayer mantra with me. Its simple.

[God, increase my capacity to love. Amen]

More to come tomorrow.
Live Love.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

all things *NEUE


This will be a quick blog. I love my life. My blood pressure doesn't reflect that right now for some reason, but I do love my life. Here's a couple of simple things that are making my life wonderful right now.

1. iPhone Apps: Holy Bible. Lose it. Twitterific. iSports. Feeds. Flixster. The Weather Channel. Enigmo. Camera Bag.
2. Neue Leadership Quarterly - seriously if you're a minister check this out. www.neueministry.com.



That's all.

Live Love.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Divine Conspiracy and a Night to Remember

I've been re-reading The Divine Conspiracy, by Dallas Willard as of late. Its probably my favorite book of all time save the Bible. Richard Foster, another one of my favorite authors said of this book, "Its the book I have been searching for all my life." I agree. Enough about that though. I was reading this morning and came across this section,

"There, at every moment, we live in the interface between our lives and God's kingdom among us. If we are faithful to him here, we learn his cooperative faithfulness to us in turn. We discover the effectiveness of his rule with us precisely in the details of day-to-day existence."

Last night I feel like God made this paragraph very real to me. We asked students bring friends that don't know that God has chosen and loved them. The students came through. We've been praying since December that God would move in the hearts of students and show his power to transform lives. So last night we all experienced something that's always true with the Kingdom, just not always easily perceived; the interface between our lives and God's kingdom among us. From beginning to end we sensed the movement of the Holy Spirit. And when the dust cleared, 5 young ladies had stepped into the Kingdom, deciding to follow Jesus, accepting his grace and reciprocating the love he embodies and gives away so freely.

It is such a mystery, but you know what, the Kingdom is at hand. God is faithful. I am grateful.

Live Love.