Don't Forget To Sweep the Street

I know it is already 3 days after Father's Day, but I'm still processing how thankful I am for my father. May dad will be 89 years old on November 5th. He's moving pretty slow these days, and he has a lot of trouble hearing, but he's still going strong. I miss being able to talk freely with him. He has tried hearing aids, but I guess his doctor has not been able to hit on the combination that will help him hear better.

My dad came from simple folks. They placed a lot of value on hard work and passed on that work ethic to their children. My dad didn't get the chance to complete his high school education, he had to go to work to help support his family. I watched him work hard at various jobs throughout his working career. He also volunteered a lot of time at our church and had time left over to help people in need. I can remember going with him on Saturday mornings, for several years, to chop wood for an older lady who lived alone and cooked and heated her home with wood. He also had time for me. He passed on to me some of the most valuable knowledge that I have today. He taught me "street smarts", how to work hard, how to use my head and hands to do things that other people had to pay for and a host of other practical and useful things that are invaluable to me today. My dad always wore work clothes to work, he never got to dress in a suit and tie. On Sundays, however, he would "dress to the nines". When he retired and traveled to visit, he always got off the plane in a coat and tie. My children would ask me, "why does grandpa dress up" just to ride on the plane. My answer was, "he is an elegant man and he dresses up because he can." He has always been neat, clean and tidy. He keep his cars, his house and yard the same way. I still mow and trim my yard like he taught me, including the little things that made our yard always stand out. The last thing he always did was sweep the street in front of our house. That was the finishing touch that made our yard look so nice. It would never occur to him that you could just blow all the grass trimmings into the street and be finished. I taught the same things to my sons. Every time I finish my yard by sweeping the street, I think of my dad, and thank God for him. I am so blessed... The other day, Joshua, our second son, was telling me about working in his yard. My last question to him about that was, "when you were done, did you sweep the street?" His smile gave away his answer. Someday when he has a son and he's teaching him how to take care of his yard, his son will probably ask him, "dad, why do you sweep the street?"

Back In the Saddle Again

Vacations are great, but they come and go too fast. A lot of the fun is in planning and waiting for the time to come, but then the time passes so quickly, you almost miss it. Last week I had one day in the church office before we began hosting the Assemblies of God National Music Department for a conference with the Commission on Worship and District Ministers of Music from districts around the country. I have had the privilege to participate in 3 of these conferences and they are always great. Some of the best church musicians there are, attend these and the opportunity to "pick each other's brains" and learn from each other is tremendous. Next month I will attend a 1 day event in Nashville, TN for Assemblies of God church administrators and it is the same kind of environment. Learning, stretching, fellowship and all the things that go with "rubbing shoulders" with the "best in the business". (no pun intended) Here at WCAG, June is Christmas planning time. Sometimes it's a little hard to plan for Christmas when the temperature is 90 degrees and the humidity is close to that. I am asking God for an idea or a plan to get the maximum number of unchurched people into our building this coming holiday season. The statisticians tell us that today interest in religious and spiritual things is at an all time high, yet church attendance is at an all time low.

Oh God, we know your Word is all powerful and is the answer for our culture. Help us to present It in such a way that it is irresistible to people who would otherwise never darken the doorways of our church. You are the ultimate creative being. Allow some of Your creativity to permeate our praying, planning and presentation of who You are.

Hummers and Space Shuttles

Our vacation is nearly over. We had 2 events happen, one at the beginning and one near the end that were incredible "bonuses". On our first day, we spent part of it with Kathy's brother in Nashville, Tennessee. We had never been there and we wanted him to show us the city. On Thursday night we spent some time in the Opryland Hotel and then set a time to meet on Friday morning to "see the town". Imagine our great delight to see a 40' Hummer limo pull up to our hotel on Friday for our tour. Kevin, Kathy's brother drives part time for a limo company and he drove us around Nashville in style. We had a blast! Our two boys thought they were hot stuff as people pointed and stared. We made a Starbucks stop and two people asked to take pictures inside and outside the limo. What fun, but very "heady". I can see how people who have sudden upward life style changes can go somewhat wacko. After a few limo rides you could start thinking you were really someone special...climbing back into our junior-high-boys-locker-room-smelling mini-van brought us right back to earth.

May 31st was our first full day at New Smyrna Beach in Florida. NSB, as the locals call it, is a wonderful little town, somewhat protected from the hordes of Florida beach tourists. We rented a condo right on the beach. We were blown away to find out that on that Saturday the Discovery shuttle would be taking off from the Kennedy Space Center, just a short distance away from NSB. At 5:02 PM on Saturday, we stood on the beach with hundreds of other local residents and watched Discovery take off. It was incredible to hear the roar of the engines, watch the entire engine burn and then watch the booster rockets fall away. Being there was a once-in-a-lifetime experience! What a marvelous human accomplishment. And yet, later that evening, looking at the stars and looking out to sea, I realized again how small we really are. Earlier in the week I had been reading about our lives being a vapor, just a wisp, and then we are gone. We think we are the creative ones, completely independent, doing the things that amaze and astound the world. Yet, it is God who allows it, and gives us a small measure of His creativity. Someday, when we see the fullness of His creation, we will be constantly blown away by what He's done.

Inside the Big White Ball

I have only been in one other super-creative environment in my life. That was during the years we spent at the PTL Television Network. For all the bad press about the principal players, and the horrible crash at the end, during its heyday, PTL was unbelievably creative, and made a lot of room for creative people. Being at DW feels that way, "on steroids." I have been constantly amazed at the creativity here at Disney World, and the underlying message that you can "achieve your dreams". There is almost a spiritual message being given here, except that the emphasis is on you, instead of Christ. The principles, however, are the same. "If you can dream it, you can see it come to pass." Epcot is a wonderful place that blends science, innovation and a community of nations. On our final full day here tomorrow, we're going back to Epcot to spend some time in the various nation's pavilions. We've been able to see most of the things we planned, but there is so much more. The Spaceship Earth ride and exhibits inside the big white ball are great. That is Shawn in the picture with the sphere. It is interesting, though, our sons would rather ride the thrill rides, while and Kathy and I are enjoying the educational events. Nicole, our 16 year old, can go either way. Whatever you want to do, it's all here. It's very interesting, here I am on vacation, but I feel incredibly challenged to change some of my thinking and ways of doing things when we get home. This has been a restful "kick in the pants".

The Magic Kingdom Is Really Magic

Here I am in Disney's Studios, in the New York City part of the "back lot". We have been here 2 full days now and it is spectacular. Everything about Walt Disney World is 1st class. We've seen 2 evening outdoor shows, one at Epcot and one at Disney's Studios. Both of them had special effects that were unbelievable. It makes my attempts to jazz up our Easter productions with pyrotechnics look like a middle school science experiment gone bad. Several times I've wondered about the creative teams that put many of these events together. They must have had a lot of fun, in the middle of a lot of work. One of the things that makes DW stand out is all the little touches that you can tell really had the "customer in mind". I wonder what would happen if we approached our planning and thinking about the church with the same kind of open-ended creativity. This place makes thinking out of the box seem commonplace. While the focus would be different, and we'll never have the budget that DW does, we could do so much more. I hope to come home with a few good ideas that we can work on. Until then, it's off to Cinderella's castle...

Off to the Magic Kingdom

Tomorrow we leave for a real family vacation. We're actually going somewhere and not staying with relatives. Unless, of course, we run into a long lost uncle in Disney World. This has been an unbelievably busy year. My normal busy work schedule was increased for 17 months by the retiring of our senior pastor. I have enjoyed helping our church leaders in the process of selecting our next pastor, but at times it has made my overall schedule exhausting. Even though I know we'll be busy running around the Magic Kingdom, it will be fun and relaxing. I have never been to Florida, so this will be a real treat. We'll wind up our days away by going to the Florida Atlantic Ocean coast and swim, get knocked down by the waves and lay on the beach. I know it will be great, and relaxing. And maybe, if it works out, I'll sneak away one evening and go to a healing revival that has started in Lakeland, Florida. This revival started somewhat like the Pensacola Outpouring. The evangelist visited the church for a 3 day meeting and has stayed for almost 2 months. Thousands of people have come to visit. If I get to go, I'll write a blog from Florida. For now, I need to concentrate on getting my suitcase packed. M-I-C-K-E-Y-M-O-U-S-E.

Slow Down and Enjoy the Ride

On my drive home from the church office, I turn left into our neighborhood on a street that has a gas station on the corner. I must admit that this has become a traumatic event every day. As I wait for the light to change, I stare at the gas price sign in disbelief, mentally calculating what my next fill-up is going to cost. This morning, however, I read some interesting information that sparked a way that might help deal with this. American Airlines is saving $4 million by having their planes taxi with only one engine on. Southwest slowed its flights by one to three minutes and is saving $42 million. Con-Way Freight shaved 3 mph off the top speed of their trucks and saved $13.3 million and are only adding 20-30 minutes to shipments.

Maybe, instead of getting depressed at my now un-favorite left turn, I need to think about ways of working with the gas price situation. Slow down, put more air in my tires, start off slower from a standing start, starting slowing down sooner at stop lights, pump my gas early in the morning when it is more dense and get more that way, and the list can go on and on. There is really nothing I can do as an individual about the price of oil. But I can change the way I deal with it. So I've decided that I'm going to take the American Airlines, Southwest and Con-Way Frieght approach. I'm going to do something myself about the situation. I'm going to slow down and enjoy the ride... If I believe that God can take care of my family and me, and He has never let us down, then now is no different. So later today, I'll be at that left turn into our neighborhood and I may be so distracted by the goodness of God that I'll forget to glance at the gas price sign. Plus, I may be reacting to the person behind me blowing his horn because I started off so slow...to save gas, of course.

Tapping Your Natural Weirdness

I just finished reading In a Pit With a Lion On a Snowy Day by Mark Batterson. Mark is the founding pastor of a very creative church in Washington D.C. In chapter 8 he cites an interesting study on divergent thinking, thinking outside the box. The study found that 98% of children between the ages of 3 & 5 core in the genius category for divergent thinking. Between the ages of 8 & 10, that number drops to 32%. By their teenage age years it drops to 10% and only 2% of those over 25 scored in the genius category for divergent thinking. According to John Putzier, who cites the study in his book Get Weird, the solution to this intellectual conformity and creative atrophy is "tapping your natural weirdness." Mark Batterson writes "tapping into our natural weirdness isn't just one key to divergent thinking, it is a key to divergent spirituality."

The Bible is full of weird and wacky stuff, talking donkeys, prophets who are instructed to do strange things, speaking in tongues on the Day of Pentecost, etc. Mark says "God love variety. He speaks and acts in divergent ways." I really believe that where our culture is today, Christians must tap into our natural weirdness in order to get the attention of people who are flying by without direction or purpose. Cookie cutter churches and cookie cutter Christians are simply not relating the wonderful truth that lives in them to the people around us. Our very familiar customs, programs, and ways of doing things do not relate anymore. Maybe it's time for some weirdness... Join me in reaching into the childlike parts of our being and let's try and awaken some of the out-of-the-box thinking that we were much more accustomed to as children. Maybe, just maybe, a creative idea for touching the lives of soon-to-be-Christians will emerge.

Alone On A Team

Robert Copeland, Ph.D., is the Head of Enzymology & Mechanistic Pharmacology at GlaxoSmithKline and an adjunct professor of Biochemistry & Biophysics at the University of Pennsylvania School of Medicine. He said, "To get something done, a committee should consist of no more than three men, two of whom are absent." I would expect that from someone who probably has to work through a lot of committees, boards, trustees, etc., in the course of his work. There are many times when I feel that same way. At the beginning of 2007 I decided to document the activities of my working day. I bought a blank page journal and began keeping my to-do-list, completed tasks and activities for each working day. It was amazing to me to see all the entries for some days. I quickly discovered that I needed to figure out a way to carry items over from one day to the next. Some items had to be carried over and over and over again. When I scan the pages and look at those items that had to be carried over, I see that most of these are things that other people have input into, or in some way affect the final outcome. You probably have similar situations. If you scan minutes of meetings, particularly the items carried over from meeting to meeting, you can begin to find a pattern. I think we're all tempted to say at times, "leave me alone and I'll get it done." The flip side of this is the idea of a team, and teamwork. Is it possible to work as a team, together, and actually get some things accomplished? We see good examples around us. Baseball teams aren't called "teams" for nothing. When the 9 players take the field, 4 of them can't go to first base and have an effective defense. Each one must play the area of the field they were assigned, to make sure that the team plays together effectively. However, even polished professional teams break down. One or more players makes an error and the other team takes advantage of them. A great team can accomplish a lot more than a group of individuals working independently. It takes a lot of effort to be a good team member. Sometimes you take a step back so someone can step forward. Sometimes your great suggestion needs to give way to an even better suggestion, from another team member. Sometimes the temptation to "do it yourself" needs to give way to the team doing it, and growing together because of the effort. Where is this all going... I'll write more on this again. Go team!

A Special Missions Convention

Last Sunday we completed our Missions Convention. I have been involved in many missions conventions in several of the churches that we have served. This one, however, was very special because our son, Josh, and his wife, Kelly, were part of the missionary team. Kelly served a year in Luxembourg as a missionary assistant, and Josh has been on a Book of Hope distribution team to Russia as well as on a church building team in Mexico. They have both been exposed to missions all their lives in the churches where they have attended. I think it is great, and scary, that they both have the same passion for foreign missionary service. Great, because they are working together for their immediate goal of spending two years with Book of Hope as Response Team leaders. Scary, because world travel and safety is always an issue, to say nothing about them being half-way around the world instead of living 5 minutes away like they do now. From the very beginning, Kathy and I determined that we would never try to manipulate our children into full-time ministry, but we wouldn't deliberately discourage it either. As it turns out, all three of our grown children are in full-time ministry. On one hand, I'm excited for them because Christian ministry is a wonderful way to spend your life. On the other hand, I get anxious for them because I know how difficult ministry can be at times. It stretches your ability to work with people, stretches your finances and stretches the time with your spouse and family. However, if I had it to do all over again, I would do the same thing. Back to Josh and Kelly, it was wonderful to hear them speak, sharing the vision of their ministry and to watch people respond to them. They are going to be good at this...it shows! God is good and it will be fun to watch His blessing on Josh and Kelly.

Crazy for God Part 2

I finished reading Frank Schaeffer's book Crazy for God. Near the end of the book he writes, "When I left evangelicalism, it certainly was not because I was disillusioned with the faith of my early childhood. I have sweet (if somewhat nutty) memories of all those days of prayer, fasting, and 'wresting with principalities and powers.' We might have been deluded, but we weren't unhappy." Later he goes on to talk about converting to the Greek Orthodox Church. He writes, "Genie and I like the fact that in our community, half the congregation comes to church late, so we can wander in at any time and still feel like we participated. And I don't have to go to church more often than I can stand. When it starts to feel like religion again, I just drop out for a few months, then wander back."

Schaeffer's book really got me thinking about my own faith, the work I do as a minister, the love and care that I express, or don't express because I get so busy, to my family, the routine of ministry versus my relationship with God. My relationship, the one I am responsible for. In many ways Frank Schaeffer blames his parents, their ministry, their beliefs, his environment, etc., for what he became and now has rejected. I think the same thing has happened to a lot of Christians who were unable to process their growing up years and all the things that happened to them in the "name of Christ." I remember the things that I was not allowed to do, and the standard answer for the question, "why not?" - "it's against your religion." Today, some of those experiences still trouble me because of the way they bend and warp my view of God and my relationship with Him. I'm thankful that I've been able to work through much of this. I'm still working on it, however. I don't think the process ever stops.

Crazy for God

Crazy for God, subtitled How I Grew Up as One of the Elect, Helped Found the Religious Right, and Lived to Take All (or Almost All) of It Back, is the title of a recent book by Frank Schaeffer. Frank is the son of Francis & Edith Schaeffer. The Schaeffers founded L'Abri, an intellectual and spiritual community in Switzerland and were bestselling authors and worldwide speakers and lecturers. Sadly, Frank has completely rejected his faith and soundly criticizes his parent's work and legacy. In the prologue to the book he writes, "My life has been one of all-consuming faith-not my faith, but the faith of others that I seem to have caught like a disease and been almost obliterated by. What does God want? I am still trying to find out. And having once been a 'professional Christian,' my vision is muddied by the baggage I carry."

During my college days and beyond, I read everything that Francis Schaeffer wrote. I still have most of his books on my bookshelf. His 35 page booklet, "The Mark of the Christian", had a tremendous impact on my life and some of that teaching is forever embedded in the way I am trying to live my life. Reading Frank's book shows another side of people that I respected because I saw them at the very top of the evangelical leadership group. I must admit disappointment with some of the things I have read that were allowed to happen in and around the Schaeffer's lives. It reminded me of the harsh realities that I discovered during our time as employees of the PTL Television Network. I met and got to know Christian television personalities that had a "television life" and an "off camera life". Disappointing, but real.

The bottom line for me... I will not judge anyone else, I can't. I, alone, am responsible to God for my relationship with Him. I can't blame anyone else or any one's hypocrisy for not taking full responsibility for my life in Christ. I must continue to accept God's forgiveness and consistently live in my relationship with God. I'll write more on this later when I've had time to absorb more of Frank Schaeffer's writing.

I Hate Poison Ivy, And It Hates Me

Two weekends ago I spent part of my Saturday morning getting IVs of a steroid and something else in my arm to reduce the swelling around my left eye. The previous Tuesday I had worked in my backyard, pulling weeds, and I must have pulled some poison ivy roots. Later, I probably brushed some sweat off my forehead and spread the poison ivy to my eye, forehead, and cheek. I also got it on my neck, chest and unfortunately, I used the restroom...no more details. I usually get one really bad incident of PI every year. I always get it on my face, and I'm miserable for two weeks while it heals. This time, it was very early in the growing season and I didn't even see any of the leaves that I have come to be able to identify and dread. So it must have been just the roots. One of these years I'm finally going to get it so bad that I'll immediately go condo hunting. No more yard work, or at least pulling weeds.

Isn't it amazing how something you can't even really see could affect you so badly. Sometimes that's the way it is with things we should stay away from, but don't. We can't see their long term effects, so it seems okay to dabble in them. Later, when you can't change the outcome, you wished you had done something very different. With PI, it doesn't start to itch until a couple of days after the contact. By then, it is too late to do much. Oh Lord, help us to see through Your eyes the things that seem so harmless, yet can be so harmful. Protect us from ourselves, as we try to live lives fully devoted to You.

It's Raining....again

This has been a very wet winter and spring in St. Louis. For weeks now, I have tried to get work done in my yard to prepare it for the growing season. My normal day off is Tuesday, and Saturdays are free if nothing is going on at the church. Incredibly, it has rained, or snowed, almost every Tuesday and Saturday this spring. Yesterday was a wonderful day. It was sunny and 80 degrees. Of course, Monday is a work day, and we had a leadership meeting until 6:45 PM. I thought I might get some work in before dark, but there wasn't enough light left by the time I was ready to go. I got up this morning full of expectation, because, even though the forecast was for scattered thunder storms, maybe they would scatter other places around St. Louis.

I'm writing this at 9:37 AM central time and all I got done outside before the rain started was to put gas in my lawn mower. I can't even believe it...

I've been reading a through-the-Bible-in-a-year called The Daily Message. Yesterday's reading was from James where the Message says, "And now I have a word for you who brashly announce, 'Today--at the latest, tomorrow--we're off to such and such a city for the year. We're going to start a business and make a lot of money.' You don't know the first thing about tomorrow. You're nothing but a wisp of fog, catching a brief bit of sun before disappearing. Instead, make it a habit to say, 'If the Master wills it and we're still alive, we'll do this or that.' Maybe my "plan A" for today was not God's. After all, my yard will always need work, and I know it won't rain every Tuesday and Saturday. It's still early, so this "wisp of fog" will try and figure out what God wants me to do today, and I know it will be the right thing.

Checking Out Houses In the Promised Land

A couple of nights ago Kathy and I went on a walk after dinner. There are some new homes being built near us and we wanted to see what they were like. We peered through windows, tried door knobs and garage doors and did our best to see inside these $500,000.-900,000. homes. I think we used the phrase "my goodness" several times as we gawked at some of the accouterments inside these palatial homes. As we walked away from the sub-division, realizing that our "little cottage" (which we love, by the way) would fit nicely several times in some of those huge houses, I was telling her about my daily Bible reading. I'm at the place where Moses is instructing the children of Israel just before he dies and they enter the Promised Land. He tells them what to do with the people, animals and plunder when they get there. I said to Kathy, "wouldn't it have been an interesting experience to have entered a city after all the inhabitants had been cleared out. It might be like walking on this street, picking out a house to live in. Going in, finding it fully furnished, someones precious belongings still in the dresser doors and closets, animals in the back, food in the pantry... You didn't have to do anything except possess it, with God's blessing."

I wonder sometimes if we miss the "possessing God's blessings today" because we're looking down a future road, hoping for something different. As we turned the corner on our street, it was a comfortable and secure feeling. Trees are blooming and leafing out, flowers are blooming, grass is getting green and our cottage is ours. (well, actually ours and the bank's) Thank you, O God, for your blessings, today.

Life's High and Lows

Missouri had some severe flooding in March. Our son and daughter-in-law live in Springfield and had 24 inches of water in their basement. We drove down last weekend to help where we could and to help estimate what it is going to cost to repair the damage. There is a lot of sheet rock work to be done, carpet to be laid, and a host of details to make the basement livable again. Talk about low...

On the same weekend, he gave us a tour of Evangel University, where he will start this fall as a full time college professor in the Music Department. His mom and I were incredibly proud as we walked around his alma mater, realizing that he was returning to the campus where he knew as a 9th grader that God was sending him to. Talk about a high... At one point I had to walk away from a conversation that Kathy (my wife) and Jenny (our daughter-in-law) were having because I couldn't contain the tears of joy that welled up. I took a moment to thank God for his incredible faithfulness. Jason (our son) received the news of his new teaching assignment on one of the toughest days of the basement flooding. Wow, what a contrast in emotions.

As we walked around their house and tried to determine why so much water had come into the basement, we fixed some things and made a list of other things to do. There will be a lot of work, but it's doable, and between his dad, brother and willing friends, we'll get it all done. Sometime this summer, we'll walk into the basement and it will be new again. We'll all say something like, "glad that's over, I hope we never have to do this again". Jason and Jenny will probably even laugh about some of their experiences. God has been good to them throughout this very difficult ordeal. They have received some very unexpected help. After we've looked around the basement and laughed about some of the funny stuff, we'll all pile into one of our mini-vans and head for the office supply store. Jason needs some "office stuff" for his new office. After all, new professors should at least look like they know what they're doing. God is so good!!

New Buzz Words?

There are a couple of new buzz words to describe churches showing up in blogs, new books and magazine articles. They are "attractional" and "missional". The online dictionary I use does not have any listings for the word "attactional" and all 3 entries for "missional" related to traditional missions definitions. Are we really so far ahead that the dictionary will have to catch up? Or are we still so far behind that the dictionary really doesn't care? :)

One definition for an attractional church is "one that, through its presence, programming and marketing--everything to four-color brochures to word-of-mouth, seeks to attract people to its services." Unfortunately, fewer people are "attracted" to most churches every year. We may be spinning our wheels by spending a lot of time trying to figure out what will bring people to our open doors. In fact, most of our effort is aimed at the people we already have.

One definition of a missional church is; "a missional church is evangelistic and faithfully proclaims the gospel through word and deed. Words alone are not sufficient; how the gospel is embodied in our community and service is as important as what we say." A resounding theme in some of George Barna's research on what people are looking for in a spiritual experience is a church that lives and demonstrates the gospel.

Sometimes I wonder if our church buildings get in the way of truly demonstrating God's love for a hurting world. It reminds me at times of the childhood game of hide-n-seek. A tree or playhouse was the "safe base". You always tried to get back to the safe base before the person who was "it" found you. Is the church building our safe base? Is it too safe, so safe that we aren't willing to risk sharing God in "word and deed" away from it? I don't really have any answers, but I do know, I am desperate to be involved in what God wants to do in people's lives who do not know Him yet.

Exciting and Frustrating

Our church, West County Assembly of God, will be holding a Missions Convention in a few weeks. As far as I can tell, this is the first one in which just this church will try and excite, inspire, cajol and motivate our folks to look beyond our walls. Through the years, the traditional way of being involved in missions was to send money to missionaries around the world and here in the U.S. to do the work of ministry. Sending our money around the world really worked! Today, in the Assemblies of God family, there are 57 million members and adherents with more than 295,000 churches and preaching points. However, paying people and building buildings hasn't been too successful here in the U.S. Overall church attendance is down, and sinking every year. Our churches lose most of their high school graduates when they either leave to go to college or join the workforce. It isn't that there is less interest in spiritual things, it's just that young people today are exploring the almost unlimited religions, plans and personalities that are all competing for their young lives. Somehow, we haven't helped them grow in their relationship with Christ to the point of not getting restless or feeling the need to explore other forms of spiritual interaction.

Today, I'm excited about the thousands and thousands of people around the world coming to Christ. Today, I'm frustrated because we can't seem to get our act together in this country. Oh God, help us listen to your heart...and join with Your creativity as you help us reach across the street.

Viewing the Bible Through the Eyes Of a Leader

One of the blogs that I read is written by Tony Morgan. Tony is a pastor and author. I first met Tony through his book Simply Strategic Stuff. Here are some thoughts from Tony's blog on leadership and the Bible. Good stuff...

"I'm in the process of going back through the Bible viewing it through the eyes of a leader. Here are my thoughts from the first seven chapters of Matthew:

-Leaders make mistakes. God can redeem leaders. (1:6)
-It's all about obedience. Joseph "did what the angel of the Lord had commanded Him. When was the last time you heard from God and did what he told you to do? (1:24)
-I may have positional power, but God is always more powerful. (3:11)
-The way I live my life is dictated by the amount of time I spend in the Word of God. It is my sustenance. (4:4)
-Time is running out. I need to embrace the urgency. (4:17)
-Part of my responsibility is to look for the ministry potential in others. (4:19-20)
-My leadership should produce peace. (5:9)
-My actions will speak louder than my words. (5:16)
-God doesn't like it when there's division and anger between leaders. (5:22)
-I need to follow through with my commitments. (5:37)
-People will persecute me. I need to pray for them. That's difficult for me. (5:44)
-God wants me to be me. He wants us to be real--not fake. (6:5)
-There are some actions people don't see, but God still does. (6:18)
-What I do with my money will impact my heart. Interesting that God didn't say it the other way around. Makes me think disciplines with time and money impact the condition of my heart. (6:21)
-As a leader, I need to prefer for tomorrow, but I shouldn't worry about tomorrow. (6:34)
-If I'm a good leader, my ministry will bear good fruit. The measure of my success is not the input but the outcome. (7:17)
-The win isn't for people to hear the message--the win is life application. (7:24)"

Your Ear Gets Cut Off and Your Life Is Saved

One of the most interesting stories surrounding the events of Holy Week is the account of the High Priest's servant. Unfortunately the Biblical narrative is very brief, but I began to think about the implications of what happened. Malchus, the High Priest's servant, was probably the equivalent of a modern day executive assistant. The High Priest sent him with the group to arrest Jesus. In fact, he may have been the leader of the group. The High Priest couldn't go because it wouldn't have politically expedient, and he was going to be one of main prosecutors. When the group arrives to make the arrest, one of Jesus' disciples pulls out a sword and off comes Malchus' ear. Can you imagine the pain, and the screaming that took place. Undoubtedly, many other swords came out and it could have gotten ugly right away. Jesus steps up, takes the severed ear and puts it back in place. I wish there would have been a way to capture the astonishment on Malchus' face. I'm sure in Christ's complete and perfect way of doing things, there was not a scar, line or any other evidence that the ear had ever been anything less than perfect. I don't think Jesus cleaned him up. All the blood was still there, and perhaps dirt and leaves and other debris from rolling around on the ground in pain.

Can you imagine the encounter when Malchus went back to report to the High Priest. The HP probably didn't even ask about the arrest at first, he would have wanted to know how Malchus had gotten so dirty, and bloody. Can you imagine the servant trying to explain that his ear had been cut off, and yet when the High Priest explored his ear and scalp, he could see that nothing was wrong with the ear.

I can't help but think that throughout the afternoon, as Jesus hung on the cross, from a distance away Malchus observed all that went on. Every few minutes his hand would slip up to his ear, a finger would run around the spot where it had been severed, and Malchus' heart hurt a little more. Along with the centurion, he may have whispered the words, "truly, He was the son of God." I think Malchus lost an ear (not really) and gained his life...