Monthly Archives: May 2011

Hear, Accept, Produce

A few nights ago, I followed through on something that I had thought about doing for some time. I had a desire to read through the gospels and just write down the different commands of Jesus. I went downstairs to our second bedroom Saturday evening to do this and started with the gospel of Mark. As I was going through the gospel and reading the words of Christ, I got hung up in Mark 4. The Parable of the Sower is a story that I am so familiar with that I can read it without really taking it in. This time though, God really opened my eyes to something I hadn’t noticed before.

I have been really challenged lately to figure out what it looks like to honor God with money. I have been reading an amazing book call Radical by David Platt, which does a great job of illustrating the need for us in the church to shake off the cultural norms that have clung to us and really pursue the mission of Christ. In the book, Platt contrasts the church’s response to certain sins that are considered culturally okay (like pursing the American dream and materialism) with the response to sins that are not culturally accepted (such as adultery).

It is really heart-breaking to think how I along with so many other believers have pursued wealth, used it to feed our constant desire for more and never stopped to question if it aligns with the Bible. We turn a blind eye to others using wealth for ignoble purposes and for individual comforts because we don’t want to give up our lifestyles and pursuits either. Maybe without even realizing it, we have embraced something that is in complete contrast to Jesus’ commands and what he demonstrated in His life. In Luke 9:58, Jesus says, “the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.”

In the Parable of the Sower, there are four possible outcomes for the seeds. First, the seed never sprouts because the enemy snatches the word as soon as it is sewn. Second, the seed sprouts but quickly dies because the roots don’t go deep enough. Third, the seed sprouts and grows but never bears fruit because it is distracted and deceived by the things of the world. Fourth, the seed sprouts, grows, and produces a crop – thirty, sixty, or a hundred fold. As I was reading through this the other night, the words describing the third seed hit me pretty hard: “still others…hear the word but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desire for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful.”

Growing up, this parable always seemed to represent lost people, at least the first three soils. As I read it the other night though I had to ask myself the question, can I really say that I am the fourth soil? Am I producing a crop – even a small crop? Or, have I become unfruitful because I am distracted by the troubles of life, deceived by the call of wealth, distracted by my desire for other things like comfort and security or recognition?

The description of the fourth soil is so simple yet seems so difficult for many American Christians. The word says, “Others hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop.” Funny it doesn’t say, “Others hear the word, accept it, and join a church.” God has a plan for us all to be used in seeing His kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven.  Producing a crop, bearing fruit, doesn’t happen in my life if I continue to be more concerned with my own comfort, happiness, and blessing. It happens when I forsake a desire for all things apart from Christ and Him glorified.

God is certainly shining the light on this area of my life and now I need to figure out how to really be obdient. My prayer for me and the church at large is that God would shake me loose from focusing on my own struggles and worries, that He would open my eyes to the deceitfulness of wealth, and that He would turn my desires to be only for Him.


Talking to Strangers

For the last week, God has been challenging me to really see people through his eyes. One of the things that I have always struggled with is my ability to just strike up a conversation with someone who I do not know. I blogged a week ago about Chris and I wanting to hand out some sandwiches and how difficult it was for me to open my mouth and speak because I did not know what to say. This past week God has given me some additional opportunities for ‘training.’

The first opportunity came last Sunday at church. We meet at the local movie theater as I have mentioned before and last week I was serving on our Welcome team, just outside the entrance to the theater. As I was waiting, there was a woman who came up to buy a ticket to a movie. I saw her smile at our set-up and I had this strange feeling like I was supposed to introduce myself to her and invite her to church. I went and stood near the doors that she would have to enter and when she came around the corner, I just said “Good Morning” and then she smiled and walked on inside.

I felt a bit like I had failed the test – I came close to doing what I felt prompted to do but I wasn’t brave enough to follow it through. I think God knew my heart and graciously, gave me a second opportunity. After the service was over, I was out in the parking lot chatting with some friends and she came out the side door a few yards away. Without hesitation, which was a surprise even to myself, I ran across the parking lot to catch up with her, introduced myself and invited her to church. We talked for a minute or two and off she went. I got her name.

The second opportunity came on Thursday evening. I was driving down from work and heading over to a friend’s house for dinner and happened to make better time that I thought. I had the idea to pull over into a Target parking lot and sit for a few minutes once I got off the highway. As I turned into the parking lot I noticed a homeless man, quite young-looking, standing on the corner with a sign asking for help. I would bet I had driven past him before and never really saw him, but this time, I felt a prompting to buy him dinner.

I couldn’t get his attention so I parked my car and walked over. He gratefully accepted my offer, so we walked together to McDonald’s where he ordered some food. As we walked, he began telling me his story. When we entered the McDonald’s I listened for a bit longer and all the cashiers all smiled at me. The one serving us said, “That is so cool,” as I gave him the money. I stayed just a few minutes and then left, but I did get his name.

These are not amazing stories of the miraculous or of crazy conversion stories that happen out of nowhere. I do believe though the transformation in my heart is pretty miraculous. For someone who does not enjoy and even carries some fear about talking to strangers, this is certainly out of the ordinary behavior.  God really gave me a revelation about this as He is changing my approach to ‘strangers.’

The passage that kept coming to mind this week is from Matthew 25, verses 34 through 46. This is the story where Jesus invites the righteous into the kingdom because they cared for Him when He was hungry, needy, sick, imprisoned, and a stranger. When the righteous question when they did this for Him Jesus says, “Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”

If we see strangers, not as strangers, but as Jesus himself, I think that changes things. Once we do that, the fear is gone, the unease is gone. Imagine approaching Jesus and experiencing the pleasure in meeting His needs. We have the opportunity to do that every day, to future brothers and sisters that are suffering all around us.

As I was thinking about this, I looked up the word “stranger” in the dictionary and one of the definitions struck me: one who does not belong to or is kept from the activities of a group. These two people who God allowed me to meet seem to fall into this category for me, people who have not been invited to be a part of God’s family and to be in community. With the simple act of introducing myself and talking with them, even for a few moments, I now have names, faces, and stories for which to pray.  Suffering and separation from God now has a face and a name, not just a number.

On a final note, I hope and pray that what I share highlights how God is moving me from one place to another and that you would know it is not by my own strength or effort that my heart is becoming a heart of flesh versus a heart of stone. All glory belongs to God – the God that rescues, transforms, and strengthens.

I will give them an undivided heart and put a new spirit in them; I will remove their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh.

Ezekiel 11:19


Standing on the Desk

 There are so many thoughts swimming through my mind right now that it is hard to nail any down to a piece of paper. We are only on day four of the Prayer and Action Guide but the act of taking small steps in the physical world has already been pretty huge for me spiritually. Taking these little steps has literally thrown open the doors to let in a blinding light that is changing how I see the world around me. 

This new world isn’t really new at all. It is the same world I have been living in for nearly thirty years but my perspective has completely shifted. The image that comes to mind is from the movie Dead Poet’s Society where Robin Williams, the English Teacher, has all of his students stand up on his desk to see the world from a new perspective. This week, God as my teacher has challenged me to get up and stand on the desk and see His world and His mission from a different angle. As I peered over the ledge, I realized the connection between what I believe and what I do travels both ways. If I believe something I should see evidence of it by what I am doing. The reverse is that the act of doing can solidify and emphasize what I believe.

 For example, some of my beliefs are that God cares for the poor, God strengthens us in our weakness, and God shows Himself faithful. Monday night, when Chris and I got out of our car, met some of the homeless in San Diego and handed them a sandwich, my belief in these truths became my experience of them. I moved from a conceptual belief to an experiential belief. Now, I know God cares for the poor, not just because I read it in the Bible but because I SAW it and FELT His compassion through the Holy Spirit. I know that God strengthens me in my weakness, not because I memorized a verse but because I decided to do something I am typically horrible at and God GAVE me strength. I know that God is faithful, not because I have been taught it through Sunday School but because when I took a risk in obedience, God SHOWED UP and produced fruit out of my small seed. The best part about this is that the physical step was really so small and required little of me and, in reality, had pretty minimal impact to a handful of people for one meal. On the other hand though, spiritually speaking, I am changed.

Yesterday morning, during my commute, I was listening to a book on my iPod called Radical by David Platt. He was talking about God’s purpose and intent for our lives that can be found from Genesis through Revelation. He reminded me that God’s blessing, grace, and salvation are not the end all be all of the gospel story. God pours out his love and grace on us so that He will be glorified in all the earth. Isaiah 26:8 says, “Yes, Lord, walking in the way of your laws, we wait for you; your name and renown are the desire of our hearts.”

If we receive the privileges of life with God but reject the command and, dare I say, obligation as Christians to make His name great among the nations, something is terribly wrong. The mission of the gospel and the command of Jesus to go to the ends of the earth with his good news is not a ‘calling’ for a few chosen people that are passionate about missions – it is a command. Being passionate about God’s message and God’s redemption and having our lives filled with His purposes is what Christianity is about.

For me, I think I am starting to get it, not because I am a Biblical scholar or attended enough sermons but because, by the grace of God, I stepped across the threshold of Me-focused Christianity, with all of it’s false comfort and boredom, into God-focused Christianity, with rivers of living water and a world hungry to hear and experience the glories of the God of the Universe. I hope and pray that we, the Church, would choose to embrace all that God has set before us – the blessing and the mission.

One of the verses that God has been laying on my heart comes from Jeremiah 6:16. It goes like this:

 This is what the LORD says:

“Stand at the crossroads and look;
   ask for the ancient paths,
ask where the good way is, and walk in it,
   and you will find rest for your souls.

I do believe God sometimes brings us to a crossroads in our faith where we need to choose the path we want to take.  The truth here is that rest for our souls, satisfaction for our souls, only exists on one road – the road marked out for us by Jesus. Do I want to pursue my own comfort, safety, success and fame or do I want to make the name of Jesus known in all the earth? What about you? What crossroads are you standing at and which road will you choose?


Action Day 1: Hunger

Today I started a thirty day journey toward justice using the Steps of Justice Prayer and Action guide. We are going through this as a church and I can honestly say I have been looking forward to this for months. Today was an ‘Action Monday’ on hunger where we chose to give up food for the day and instead of eating, we serve those who are hungry. The scripture for today is taken from Isaiah 58 and it focuses on true fasting, the type of fasting that God asks of us. This fasting is not just about humbling ourselves and denying ourselves for spiritual enlightenment or self-discipline purposes. It is a fasting that focuses on taking care of the needs of others.

As part of the challenge today, Chris and I had the idea to pick up some Subway sandwiches and hand them out to those in Ocean Beach and Downtown San Diego that needed some dinner. As afternoon wore on we began to hesitate as we were unsure how this would all work. If you know me, you know that evangelism is probably the least of my gifts and talking to strangers has always been a challenge for me. Yet – we felt like we needed to take this step of faith and obedience so off we went. We picked up 12 6-in subs and hit the grocery store for bags of chips, bottled water, and cookies.

At 5:30 pm we headed out for OB and I started to get more nervous. As we drove off the 8 and found some parking, my stomach was in knots. Was I really going to be able to do this? Just walk up to someone and assume they needed food? What if they didn’t like what we had? What if we ran out? What if they were offended by us? Question after question was flooding through my brain faster than I could process them. Then we prayed and got out of the car.

We walked for some time, eyes open, and laughed together at how nervous we both were. We both knew that God was going to show up and give us courage if this was about Him. Chris said, “I just feel like we are serving Jesus when we do this.” The thing that scared me the most was how to start the conversation. Finally, after about 10 minutes of walking around Chris said, “It’s time. I am going to go for it.” I followed him as he walked up to a woman with a shopping cart, sitting on a ledge near the sand. Then I heard him say, “Are you hungry?” She nodded and he began pulling out the food.

I was immediately struck by this simple question. There I had been trying to think of some elaborate way to describe what we were doing and coming up empty – so empty that I hadn’t been willing to make the first move.  I sat down on the ledge next to Joyce and we ended up talking with her for a little bit.  God did meet us, revealing to us an incredible lesson about the humanity of a single person. Sometimes when you think about feeding the hungry, it can be overwhelming to think about the enormity of the problem. But, when you hand a sandwich to an individual, hear their name, and look into their eyes, something changes. You really start to believe that you can show love to someone and make an impact with one meal.

Joyce was the only person we handed a sandwich to in OB. We then headed downtown, parked, and handed out the rest of the food on a block where several homeless people had set up camp. Later, as Chris and I were heading home, we talked about the difference it makes when you park, get out of the car, and really meet people. So many times we have driven by these same people but they never became real to us until we stepped into their world.

Tonight, we are thankful. Thankful for a God that challenges us to walk further into His purpose so that He can show us His heart.  This was a new experience for Chris and I as a married couple but one we will repeat. For those of you at Momentum or elsewhere who are hesitating on taking a similar step of faith, I lay down the challenge to you to take it! The amazing thing with God is that when he asks us to move out of our comfort zone and sacrifice something, the reward is always beyond measure. He shows himself strong in our weakness…we just have to be willing to get out of the car.

Looking forward to 29 more days of steps forward.


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