Merry Christmas Saranac

Merry Christmas!  

I've felt it on my heart these past few days to write all of you and express my gratitude and thanksgiving.  

We're part of a "nativity scene church."  As Christians, we have the freedom to decide which church body we want to be a part of.  There are literally thousands of churches around that you could attend and participate in, but you chose our body Saranac.  Our church in Saranac doesn't produce the most glamourous productions, we don't have the highest steeple, the pastor doesn't have a vast bank of experience and sometimes it may seem as if we're functioning on a week to week basis.  Instead of choosing a church that does everything for you, you chose a church that needs you to be hands-on.  This is exactly how God chose to introduce Christ into the world.  Christ wasn't born in a palace with nurses or servants, Mary didn't have the luxuries of comfort, and for Christ sake, she had donkeys watching her give birth.  Did somebody say "uncomfortable?"  This is how God chose to work.  He used a rough and humble beginning to initiate his powerful movement of love.  Likewise for Saranac, God is using a small band of Christ-followers who are full of His Spirit to accomplish His work.  He's using a hodge-podge of people that are dependent on His Spirit for strength, guidance, and longevity.  We are a "nativity scene church" because God is initiating his powerful movement of love through meek and humble beginnings.  

Historically speaking, the church never referred to a service or a production; the church was in reference to a group of people who were filled with God's Spirit and centered on becoming more like Christ (being disciples/students).  My hope is that our church would remain consistent with this understanding of church.  I pray that we would focus our attention more on developing people rather than producing services.  I pray that our LifeGroups would be ministry and community hubs that challenge and teach and heal people who are on a journey with Christ.  I pray that we could continue to be the church in a manner worthy of God's favor.

If being a "nativity scene church" means that we're consistent with the church of the Bible, then write my name down and sign me up!  And although our beginnings are humble, this is what and who I believe we are.  This is why I'm thankful.  This is a long awaited answer to prayer for Kelly and I.  I hope you all know how thankful I am to be the church alongside you.  From the deepest place in my heart, I want to express our families gratitude for the blessing that you've brought us in this church.  

May Christ continue to be glorified, exemplified, embodied, reflected, and shared by our church body in Saranac and beyond.  May the celebration of His birth pour an abundance of joy into your hearts this season.  May your families be enriched and may you remember the words of the LORD when he says, "Be still, and know that I am God."

Have a truly Merry Christmas!!!!!!

Affecting Waves

      The Christian life mimics the patterns we see in nature.  This is the way I've always understood and experienced my relationship with the LORD.  I think in these terms because I believe God is consistent with Himself.  The God that created the moon and stars and light and sound is also the God that created me.  The God that is revealed in the written Word is also revealed in the rhythms of creation.  And although sin has restricted and distressed creation, I believe there are undeniable patterns that remain consistent.  Therefore, I believe that the patterns God created in nature will be found in all of nature, not just its parts. 

      In relation to Christian growth, I've always understood and experienced its pattern to follow that of light, of sound, of the waves of the sea or the blowing of the wind.  Light and sound come in the form of waves.  Likewise, the waves of the sea or the blowing of the wind follow a pattern of regularity.  The intensity comes and goes.  The beach experiences this kind of pattern constantly.  The waves rush in and then recede to prepare for the next.  This rhythm has always been how I've understood and experienced my Christian growth.  Waves come and go.  They intensify and diminish.  The thing about waves - they always leave their effects.  Waves of sea and wind and light and sound affect and transform that which they contact. 

      If we look at a wave, we're able to identify things such as wavelengths, crests, troughs, wave frequency and wave effects.  I suggest that we experience these same patterns in our process of Christian growth. 

Crest
      A crest is the top of a wave.  In our context, a crest is a spiritual high.  Sometimes these crests come naturally in our lives and other times they come through a church gathering, a concert or conference, a prayer walk, a life-crisis, or through moments of transition.  Crests are moments where God feels closest.  It's thought of to be our "mountain top" experience.  They don't always depend on circumstance as much as they do perspective.  When Stephen was being stoned (Acts 7:54-60), I believe he experienced a crest despite his circumstance - his perspective was the glory of God and the presence of Christ. 

Trough
      Unlike a crest, a trough is the low point of a wave.  In our context, a trough is a spiritual low.  It's in these lows when God feels the furthest from us.  Perhaps it's a result of sin in one's life or perhaps it's when one feels stuck in a rut.  Sometimes we end up in a trough because we've tried to seek holiness or righteousness through our own efforts instead of through the power of God.  Troughs can come in many forms but the point is that at some point, the wave will recede.  Like Job's experience, God's presence will not always feel as close or intimate as it once did.  Sometimes the Christian will go through stages where God feels distant and far off.  This can be self-inflicted or this can be something that God allows us to go through.

Wavelength
      A wavelength is the distance between the crests of a wave.  In a wavelength, a Christian experiences a crest, goes through a time of trough and then again experiences a crest.  Again, we can look to Job.  He was once blameless, spotless, his integrity was unquestioned and he had everything the world offered - this was a crest.  God then allowed everything to be taken away from him - this was his trough.  After his perseverance and faithfulness, he again experienced God's presence as well as blessings.  The book of Job is a narrative about a wavelength. 

Wave Frequency
     A wave frequency describes the time period for a wavelength (crest to crest) to take place.  Some Christians experience higher wave frequencies and some lower.  The story of Job gives us a glimpse of a man with lower-type wave frequency.  His wavelength took place over a longer period of time.  Yet, there are some Christians who experience wavelengths on a weekly or daily basis.

"Crest to Trough" and "Trough to Crest"
      There are two other time periods I'd like to talk about.  One is a "Crest to Trough" and the other is a "Trough to Crest."  In a Crest to Trough, I've seen a tendency in myself to develop a spiritual pride of sorts.  Once I reach the crest, I feel pretty good about myself.  I say, "Hey, look at me.  I'm a serious and awesome follower of Christ."  Once this Crest is reached, I fool myself into thinking that I reached here on my own merits.  This prideful thinking leads me into a Crest to Trough period where my faith becomes arrogant and proud.  This isn't a pleasant time to go through.  It's a time that leads to darkness, rebellion, sin and selfish attitude/actions. 
      I consider the trough to be reached when I'm humbled, recognize and become aware of the Spirit's resounding conviction.  This conviction leads me to refocus my perspective in Christ as opposed to myself.  The Crest to Trough period ends in a bottoming out in the Trough.  The next stage that I enter is the Trough to Crest.  It's after I'm humbled and convicted of my sin that I reposition my heart to the Lord.  Instead of thinking of my Christian walk in terms of me, I think of it in terms of we.  Instead of thinking about my growth, I think of our growth; I think of Christ's growth in me.  This period is marked by a time of growing, excitement, creativity and passion.  It's a time fueled by a responsive love for God's beauty and glory.  This is the Trough to Crest and it's my favorite stage.

Wave Effect
      A wave effect is the result of the wave upon that which it interacts with.  In relation to the a light wave, the effect of a light wave on an object has a tendency to increase the objects temperature depending on the intensity of the light.  In relation to Christian growth, the wave effect will bring about maturity in the believer.
      When I first came to the LORD in Christ, my wave frequency was much more intense.  Some days I felt like I was going through a crest and the next, a trough.  I seemed to be spiritually bi-polar.  The longer I've known Christ, my wave frequency has become less intense.  By less intense, I mean that it has slowed down and has become more consistent.  Now, I experience an average wave frequency throughout a matter of months.  I believe that the wave effect in the life of a maturing Christian has a tendency to do a couple things.  First of all, as a believer experiences the wavelengths of life, he/she matures.  Once maturing takes place, the believer is less inclined to have high frequency wavelengths marked by daily spiritual crests and troughs.  When maturing takes place, a wavelength may be experienced throughout the course of a year or more.  Based on my own experience, I've noticed that my wave frequency has gone from a matter of days to weeks to months.  I'm aware of and had conversations with other older and much more mature Christians who continue to experience the crests and the troughs, but less frequent.  I attribute this to maturity in Christ. 
      Another wave effect I recognize is that in the troughs, I'm closer to God than the crests of previous years.  It's as if my spiritual lows are higher than my spiritual highs used to be.  If hindsight is 20/20, then anticipating what God will continue to do in my heart in the future is electrifying.  It excites me to continue a Christ-centered focus and know that through the troughs and the crests, I will continue to grow in him. 

      Life happens.  Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people.  I can't say that I can nail down a universal and systematic process for when and why a person grows, but I'm confident to say Christian growth comes in waves.  It's in both the good and bad circumstances of life that we have the opportunity to grow.  Its through the crests and the troughs that we "develop perseverance and out of perseverance character and out of character hope.  And hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us" (Romans 5:4-5).

The Christian life mimics the patterns we seen in nature.  The God who created the rhythms of light and sound; the God who created the moon and the stars also created me.  I can expect that nature would be consistent with itself.  I can expect that Christian growth will come in waves.  I know that it's not only the crests that grow me; it's the troughs and stages in between as well.  I pray that I can continue rhythms of the Christian life in a way that matures me and, more so, glorifies God.

authentic church renewal

I entered full time ministry with the intentions of renewing the church.  The books I digested and conversations I had with my friends and family helped me realize the veneer piety among church and parish circles.  This sickened me.  Priests and sexual abuse disgusted me.  Pastors and money laundering vexed me.  And the hundreds of stories about moral failures among good Christians hurt me.  Because I saw the brokenness of the church, I entered full time ministry thinking that I would contribute to the church's rejuvenation.

Initially as a youth pastor, I thought rejuvenation could come merely through changing the church's format.  By changing the music, the time and type of the service, adding a coffee hour or dimming the lights; I thought the church would improve drastically.  Perhaps dressing "casual" would help us relate to different people.  Maybe if we put ads in the newspaper and on the radio, we could advertise to new people groups.  I felt a call to rejuvenate the church and I was serious about bringing change.  It wasn't long before a friend of mine pointed out my error.  He helped me realize that all I was doing was changing the keyboard, the mouse, the speakers, and the screen.  What I needed to do was change the operating system.  I quickly realized that I, too, had fallen into the trap of veneer piety by thinking I could change rejuvenate the church through such surface level changes.

The next method I thought rejuvenation would come to the church was by intellectualism.  I had seen enough "uneducated" pastors - it made me sick.  Uneducated passionate pastors who led the masses to believe that God would give them a nice house and fast car turned me and many peeps I know away from church.  Sure, a smile and personality could bring people into a building for a crafty sermon, but the Jesus that they taught wasn't the Jesus I read about in the Gospels.  I didn't want anything to do with this.  I began going through books like they were water.  I read every theological book I could get my hands on.  From Augustine to Wesley to Kierkegaard to Zacharias, I discovered intellectualism at a level I hadn't been exposed to before.  As I went on to seminary, I found myself exposed to a level of sophisticated logic and theology that I adored.  Systematic theology and hermeneutics and the process of exegesis and church history gave me a deep reverence for the Holy Scriptures like I had never known before.  As I continued my seminary studies, I realized that again, I had fallen into the constraints of veneer piety.  As my professors pointed out, intellectualism alone didn't hold the answers for rejuvenating the church.

Veneer piety is manifested when the church solely depends upon format or the latest intellectual buzz-word or anything other than Christ to vindicate itself.  Through the cross God's grace is poured out onto all humanity.  This foundation has always anchored the church.  Even the Apostle Paul wrote, " May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world."  The cross of Christ is the source of our hope and our Life.

Richard Foster penned it well when he wrote this in an article for Christianity Today, "We have real difficulty here because everyone thinks of changing the world, but where, oh where, are those who think of changing themselves? People may genuinely want to be good, but seldom are they prepared to do what it takes to produce the inward life of goodness that can form the soul. Personal formation into the likeness of Christ is arduous and lifelong."

The church will never be rejuvenated if we never rejuvenate ourselves in Christ.  Veneer piety is manifested when the people of the church attempt to change the world yet nobody in the church attempts to change themselves.  We can change formats, we can learn a bunch of stuff and we can try a million different approaches, but if we're not willing to submit to Christ, we'll only add to the hypocrisy that exists in the church.

My intention for church renewal remains, but now more than ever, I realize that this is something that has to start in my heart.  This is what discipleship (continually learning and living the ways of Jesus) is all about.  This is a mustard seed idea.  In order to become the greatest, we must become the least.  It isn't about church format.  It isn't about mere intellectualism.  This is about allowing the power of Christ to work and heal my heart.  Furthermore, Christ's work in me will be legitimized through the love and character and integrity displayed in my life.  Changing the world must first start with changing me.  Renewing the church must first start with renewing Joel.

May the Spirit of God continually give me power and may the cross continually give me grace.

I strive on as Christ strives within me.

learning from my parents

You can't have the responsibility to raise ---

until you first make a habit of picking up ---

                          

Thanks for your beautiful wisdom, Dad!  You and Mom continue to amaze me.

Whenever Dad saw a penny, he would pick it up.

When people asked him of the strange habit,

he said, "If God can trust me with the little things,

he'll be able to trust me with bigger things."

My parents adopted my three sisters

because they felt God place this 

passion on their heart.

Because God trusted them with the little things,

he's able to trust them with beautiful daughters.

to my beloved Saranac church

We can't do this

until we've first become competent in this.

I'm excited to be in this journey with you!
I love you and pray for you all the time.

let's ride

Our family had to go to Walmart while we were on vacation. While we were there, we were walking through a particular aisle showing Jude all the cool bikes. I can't wait to see the look freedom and balance give Jude's face when he rides a bike without training wheels for the first time. I know that as a Dad, I'm supposed to be patient about these kinds of things, but it's something I'm looking forward to so much.

Training wheels.  We've all used them haven't we?  

Right now, our church is feeling the exhilaration of what balance and freedom feel like.  We love and enjoy our sense of empowerment.  Many of us are stepping up, volunteering, and beautifully orchestrating our Sunday morning routine.  Many of us are offering up prayers throughout the week for God's kingdom to continually expand in Saranac.  Some of us have joined teams and are investing our time and energy into what it means to be the church in Saranac.  Feeling balance is fun.  Feeling free is beautiful.

Currently, our koinonia is at that point.  God has graced us with leaders, wonderful hearts, and amazing love for people.  We've gotten on the bike and have been thrilled by the initial feelings of balance and freedom.  We've grown in our relationship with God.  We've let God teach us how to love others more deeply.  We've seen our Kidzone transformed and given its own personality.  Our set up and tear down seems unnoticeable (which is a great thing).  Our Frontline team is showing love and hospitality to whoever joins us for our Sunday gatherings.  Our worship team blesses us with their continual talent as well as their love for Christ.  All these things seem to be streamlined and functioning flawlessly, but it's important that we realize our training wheels are still on and we're still getting used to how balance and freedom feel.  Things are going incredible, but healthy growth takes time.  As many of us look up and into the future with dreams, it's important we stick to the fundamentals.  Let's take time and be good stewards of the freedom and balance the LORD has given us.  Let's take time and be good stewards of this church that God has brought together.  Let's take time to grow in Christ and in relationships among one another.  Let's continue to do the small things with great love.  Although it may seem as if we're ready to ride, let's slow down, dig deep, and strengthen the foundation we already have.   

What this means…

LifeGroups - Instead of being a church with LifeGroups, we are a church of LifeGroups.  We're encouraging everyone to plug into one of our four LifeGroups in Saranac.  LifeGroups are a place where we learn about the LORD, we learn to live the LORD in our everyday lives, and a place where we learn to live and share about the LORD inside and outside of our social circles.  LifeGroups are the heart and soul of what it means to be koinonia and we encourage you to participate.  

Serve - There are many ways you can serve.  Whether you're great with kids, with providing a welcoming hospitality, whether you're talented musically or with technical skills, or whether you can carry a chair or push a tote; our church needs people to serve and volunteer to make Sunday mornings possible.  To get involved and or find out more, please see the Frontline desk on Sunday morning.  Want to help us this Sunday?  Show up at 8am.    

Give - Many of us give 10% of our income to the church.  Crazy?  We think so.  But when we give with humble and joyful hearts, God turns the little we offer into something large and expansive.  He takes our humble tithes and offerings and creates transformed hearts and lives.  We invite you, along with many of us, to give to the movement of God in Saranac through finances.  

Pray - Along with being in LifeGroups, serving and giving, we ask that you join us in prayer.  Prayer is essential.  This has been and continues to be one of the most refreshing ways God speaks to me.  Prayer rejuvenates the soul.  It strengthens the heart.  Prayer is a core spiritual discipline that I encourage all of you to constantly participate in.

We still have our training wheels on, but I pray we'll continue to build a foundation on the balance and freedom that God has given us.  Whether we're in LifeGroups, we're serving, giving or praying; I hope that the kingdom of God (as shown to us in Christ) permeates everything you do.  I pray that his love flavors your relationships, the way you see yourself and the way you see the world.  I pray that you participate in bringing a little heaven to Earth with us.  May his kingdom come and his will be done on Earth as it is in heaven.

Growth is happening among us.  It's important that as we move forward, we continue to strengthen our personal relationships with the LORD.  Out of that, He will do beautiful things!!  Out of a community built upon their relationships with God and each other, our church will be able to embrace balance and freedom so that we can eventually ride.  May we continue to remember the fundamentals.  

  

active kingdom passive church

A church is passively planted when the kingdom is actively pursued.  I don't know about you, but I don't want to actively plant a church and passively pursue the reign of God in my heart.  We are the church because the kingdom of God and his righteousness has been (and continues to be) pursued.  A church is a people who participate in God's mission.  We are not necessarily participating in the kingdom of God if our focus is solely on church.  This may seem like a subtle difference, but it has huge implications.

Christ teaches that we are to be a kingdom minded people (Matthew 6:33).  We are to be a people that love the Lord holistically.  We are to be a people that embody the incarnation.  We are to be a people that serve as a light to our community - a group of shenanigans that add flavor to the people around them.  God's kingdom is something I want to be focused on.  It's something I want to have my eyes gazing upon.  The reign of God in my heart is what I want more than anything else.  I'm passionate about living "in shalom" with God.  

I don't want to actively create or plant another church.  I don't want to feel good about how many people show up on a Sunday morning koinonia gathering.  I don't simply want to focus on what happens when we come together.  In fact, if this is ever our focus, there are plenty of other churches in Saranac, Ionia, or Lowell that we can merge with to do this sort of thing.  Instead, I want to actively pursue the kingdom of God.  Because I'm around others that are passionate about the same thing, church is a word that defines who we are.  If we are pursuing God's kingdom and righteousness, then "church" is who we are.  

When the kingdom is actively pursued, church plants are passively unfolding. 

sunday morning clockwork

Preaching is a lonely activity.

It's Sunday morning at about 9am.  In an hour, I'm going to get up in front of a crowd and deliver a packaged speech that will educate, inspire, comfort and challenge the audience.  Because I'm going to speak in an hour, I make sure to get away and spend a significant amount of time in prayerful solitude.  My goal is to cleanse my heart and mind of myself and let God saturate my existence.

One thing people don't know about me is that I'm terrified of public speaking.  The anxiety of a Sunday morning sometimes makes me feel like I'm on my deathbed.  And I don't just feel this sort of thing Sunday morning, it seems to accumulate throughout the week.  ...

Lord, I have to teach that?  I don't want to preach that.  I wanna preach about beauty or goodness or life or redemption, but you want me to teach about that?  That's abrasive.  That's going to make people mad at me.  That's going to turn people off.  Do I really have to teach on that?

Another thing people don't know about me is that by Sunday, I feel like I've been beaten and bruised and scarred.  All week, I've spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually thrown myself at a particular passage in scripture that has left me convicted, changed, challenged, and calibrated.  Through my study and prayer, I feel the weight of death.  I've been reminded of all the ways I'm not good enough and all the ways I need to change.  ...

The beautiful thing about being a Christian is the reality of redemption.  Redemption is the idea that life can come in the midst of death.  It's the idea that Christ was raised to life.  It's the idea that we, too, can have new life as we experience feelings of death.  Redemption is the idea that as we surrender our existence to Christ, we can have his life live inside of us.  

As I preach, I have these thoughts.  Is anyone listening?  Has anyone been affected by this scripture like I have?  Are people content with just showing up on Sunday morning?  Do they hear the implications of what I'm saying?  Are we recognizing the significance of Christ's words?  Are people more concerned about the Sunday program than they are about following Jesus Monday through Saturday?  Am I the only one in this room?  Why do I feel a million miles away from the look that's in their eyes?    ...

And as hundreds of eyes gaze upon me while I'm illuminated by the stage lights, I have other thoughts.  What do they think of me?  What do they think of the clothes I'm wearing?  Am I meeting their expectations?  Are they being "fed?"  Am I being transparent enough?  Am I being too transparent?  Where is that line anyway?  ...

It seems like a million thoughts race through my head.  

Fear

Inadequacy

Failure

Insecurity

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When I was 12, I knew that the LORD called me to be a pastor.  For a long time, I ran from that call.  I went to college to major in several other things.  I tried to convince myself that God had different plans for me.  Yet…here I am.  For some reason, he called me to be a missionary in this culture

It's Sunday at 9am.  I KNOW that the LORD has called and prepared me for this.  Through all the fears, anxieties, thoughts of being inadequate, visions of failure and feelings of insecurity, I know that God has called me to be on mission with him.  No matter what kind of response I see, I have to continue being faithful to the call that God put on my heart.  

Here we go.  As I walk up the stairs to get on stage, I hope that today God will speak to somebody.  As I take the first few steps approaching center-stage, I pray that people will hear God's words, not mine.  As I look out into the crowd, my heart swells with love for those I see and I pray that they, too, would be changed by the words of God.  As I begin the sermon, my prayer is that those listening would find life that is truly life.

Preaching is a lonely activity.  

Lord, show us redemption.  Show us that you love us.  Move in our community in incredible ways.  Lead us to be a people who loves you and each other.  May this church be a blessing to it's community that reflects you in all it does.  May this church demonstrate the presence of Jesus.  Lord, I place today in your hands.  Please move with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm.  

 

a fishing story

This morning, I woke up early as to get a head start on the day.  The seminary load (with church, family, marriage, and all that jazz) can seem to get in the way from effective ministry at times, so I woke up early to pound out some reading.  The book I had to read this morning was called The Shaping of Things to Come by Frost and Hirsch.  Now, I've never done this before, but I thought a great place to do some reading would be at the local dam sitting beside the water.  When I arrived, no one was there.  It was quiet, peaceful and perfect for reading.  As I got into the text, it was talking about being a missional-incarnational church.  Instead of being attractional (extractional - come to us), Christ calls us to be incarnational (go to them).  I was fascinated and totally in to this book!  All of a sudden, two loud mouthed, middle-aged, scraggly looking guys with mouths like sailors showed up at the dam to fish.  My first thought, unemployed people who fished for their food every day.  Great, I thought, now these hobos are going to distract my time and my reading and my plans for the day.  Whatever, I thought with determination, I'm going to stay here and focus.  After a while, I found myself glancing up to see what they were catching.  They seemed as happy as could be!  What were they catching?  Small blue gill!  Haha.  Can't they catch anything bigger or better?  I was sort of amused by the whole situation, but still, I was quite irritated by their lack of respect and their loud-as-can-be mouths. 

Soon enough, they noticed that I occasionally would glance over and watch them fish.  The older guy asked if I'd like to try.  After I said, "Maybe in a little while" and really thinking that I wasn't going to, I heard them laugh a bit - I could tell they thought I had never fished before.  I HAVE fished before, I just don't go fishing and have such a great time catching small blue gill.  But the guy kept asking me.  I was busy.  I didn't want to.  I had a bunch of stuff to read.  Plus, I don't normally associate with people like that.  So, there I was sitting on my rock having a pity party about my luck, when it finally hit me.  While reading about the church's flaw in its come-to-us mentality and how it should have more of a go-to-them mentality, I realized that I was doing the very thing the book was warning me about.  I was seeing them as outsiders, outcasts, not-good-enoughs or people who were simply interrupting my time.  As soon as I realized this, I was convicted.

I immediately put down my book and coffee and walked over to where they were sitting.  They introduced themselves as Ron and Cam.  They handed me a pole, some worms, and soon we were laughing, catching fish and sharing fish stories together.  What a blast!!!  We were catching small blue gill and it was awesome.  Soon though, Cam had to leave.  It was just me and Ron.  I sat by the rock next to him and he continued forward by telling me about the prostate cancer he's struggling with, about his beautiful wife, about his love for fishing and his cabin in Tennessee, and about how he refuses to sit and watch T.V. while cancer erodes his life.  I quickly realized that he needed to vent.  And I was there to listen.  I was enriched by his positive attitude.  I feel like I developed a friend today - a fishing buddy.

I was ministered to this morning.  So often, I can be into theological concepts with seminary, having to articulate leadership in church circles, and all the while I'm forgetting to be someone's neighbor.  Today, this morning, I was Ron's neighbor.  It was a beautiful morning and God taught me a little bit through that experience. 

Praise the Lord for his unfailing love and his incarnation.  May I take his example and have more fishing experiences like I did this morning in "going-to-them."

a beautiful thank you

Church is a movement and it includes you.  It's so easy to become disillusioned with the idea that church is about them, those people, that structure, or the building; it's not.  Church is about you.  It's about us.  It's about the connection that exists between you and God.  It's about you and those who follow Jesus beside you.  Church is about pulling yourself up by the boot-straps and letting God work through you for the movement of his kingdom.  Church is a kingdom outpost that is built and maintained by your circle of influence.  Church is a movement, and it includes you.

The church is beautiful!  This past Sunday, I was overwhelmed by the time and energy and sacrifice that goes into making our gatherings happen - you are beautiful.  I don't often get the chance to thank and encourage you all, but I truly think you are beautiful.  Whether you serve Frontline, Kidzone, Set up or tear down, whether you serve through tech or praise on the worship team; it's people like you that make the movement of the church shine with a blissful beauty.  Perhaps you don't serve on any formal ministry platform; perhaps you serve your neighbor by having them over for dinner, maybe you pour life into that person at work, or maybe you are fostering a Christ-centered environment at home for your kids - you are beautiful!   

Let us continue our beautiful shine for those that need the hopeful and redemptive gospel message in Saranac.  As we continue to create, foster, build and maintain our koinonia gatherings in Saranac, let's continually be reminded of what we're doing this for.  We are learning the way of Jesus.  We are not only learning the way, but we're striving to live the way as well.  We're not only going to settle for learning and living the way either, we're going to share the way of Jesus with our family, friends and even our enemies.  May we continually remember the power that exists in the gospel of Christ.  This power is life-altering.  It's earth-shattering.  The message of Christ changes everything.  May the LORD give us the power of his Spirit to be witnesses that continue to shine God's beauty and love into every moment.  

Remember to tell someone how beautiful their life is.  As we do life together, it's important that we recognize the sacrifice and energy and time that we each are pouring into the kingdom's movement.  Encourage someone.  Thank whoever you see laying their life on the line.  Support those who continually create and maintain a Spirit-led momentum.  I pray that we all cultivate a culture among koinonia that identifies one another's servitude.  I challenge you to take five minutes and call someone tomorrow and thank them for their faithfulness to Christ's church.  Do it, seriously.  We all need encouragement don't we?  Take this opportunity to lift someone up.  Your life is beautiful...make sure you let someone know that theirs is as well!

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.  ~Colossians 3:17

Whatever you do, do it in a way that shines the beauty of God to the world.  

Thank you for being beautiful!!!!

eyes to see

The reason I'm beginning a blog at 12:30am?  My wife and I attended an outdoor wedding during a 55 degree rainy evening.  And before you think too much on that, I'd like to say it was one of the most beautiful weddings I've ever been to!  But to be honest, when we got home, we looked forward to having a hot cup of coffee.  I had two.  Drinking two cups of coffee at 10pm is the kind of thing that can keep you up at night.  Thus, my reasoning for being up at this time.  Trust me, I want to go to bed, but I can't.  My mind keeps racing and I'd like to share some of the things that it's thinking about.

I love weddings!  I could honestly attend a wedding every day.  There's something beautiful about a man and a woman coming together in the divine sacrament of marriage.  The electric-like anticipation generated as the guests wait for the wedding party to make their way up the aisle is something I can't get enough of.  And then there's the bride.  Some people cry, some people smile and some stand in awe as the beautifully prepared bride walks with her dad to the alter.  Personally, I like to take a couple glances at the groom and see his reaction as he sees his bride-to-be walk down the center row.  Then, there's the way the bride and groom look at each other as the pastor does his thing.  Sometimes you can see nerves and sometimes you can see humor between the two, but the thing that gets me is the love that you can feel as man and woman stand there holding hands and gazing into one another's eyes.  I love watching their every move, listening to every word and trying with all my might to catch every detail about the ceremony.  Oh, how I love weddings and everything they stand for in the eyes of God!  There's so much symbolism and so much to learn from.

If there's not enough beauty in the wedding ceremony between the bride and groom, there's more in the people being inspired by the divine union.  And it's these thoughts that have been keeping me up tonight.

One of the things that caught my eye tonight was a scenario that I observed take place between a husband and wife.  The husband was sitting up front with the wedding party and the wife was sitting somewhat near me.  As the microphone was passed around for various toasts, this particular husband took the mic.  I happened to glance over at his wife just in time to see eyes gently shut and her head slowly bow - she was praying.  She was praying!  It hit my like a freight train.  Could she be praying for her husband who was soon to speak into the mic and toast the bride and groom?  That must be it!  And it was so subtle, I don't think anyone noticed but me.  She kept her head down for a few seconds, opened her eyes and glanced up as her husband began the toast.  How amazing, I thought.  She was praying for her husband's speech.  What a beautiful scenario.  What beautiful people.  Only a pure and gentle and supporting wife's heart would do such a thing.  How pure.  How caring.  How intimate.  I may have been the only witness to this, but I left a better man for seeing what I saw.

Another thing that caught my eye was the pride and love of a father.  I like to watch people in their subtle moments.  This might sound weird, but in doing so, one's able to observe the thoughts of a person in action.  Tonight, I was able to observe the father of the bride.  He was an emotional man that wore his emotions on his sleeve, and again, I left a better man for seeing this in action.  Throughout the course of the night, you could almost see him stick out his chest in pride as he greeted the wedding guests.  I noticed his caring and heartfelt interactions with his other daughter's husband as well.  You could see him look at his new son-in-law with a confident love and acceptance.  You could see his affectionate heart glisten with a radiant kind of love as he addressed both of his daughters.  His voice cracked and his composure broke as he gave his toast; but it was one of the most touching things I had ever seen.  Oh the love of a father.  For once he had two daughters and now he has two sons.  What a beautiful family he has!

There must have been a hundred other moments that I saw tonight that I found to be beautiful.

The crew of friends and family that made the wedding and reception take place.  Everything from friends who ripped paper for decorations to friends that served and managed the food; all to serve the bride and groom in love.

The pastor's joy of the ceremony's completion.  This is something I can relate to.  After the ceremony was over, the pressure of not screwing up the wedding was gone.  The pastor's laughs, cheer, and confidence poured life into all he interacted with.

The glances I took at the several tables around me was incredible.  People sharing laughs, drinks, stories and life is something I never want to take for granted.  The general buzz created from the mass commotion of people talking created an euphoric energy in the room that I think I'm sometimes addicted to.

Tonight, I was graced with the opportunity to realize that people are beautiful.  I don't always have the eyes to see it, but when I do, I'm blown away at the greatness that God pours into his creation.  Lord, thank you for giving me eyes to see tonight!

It's now 1:30am and I've been writing this thing for an hour, I'm going to try and sleep now, but I thought I'd take some time and share my perspective.  Before I go, I'd like to make four final statements about the night...

People are beautiful!

Weddings are beautiful!

Joy is beautiful!

God is beautiful!

light show participant

I could have had my head gently nestled into my pillow this past Wednesday night.  Instead, I was driving towards Greenville at about ten after midnight in the sticky heat.  I was storm chasing.  Off in the distance, I could see the silhouette of the thunderheads lit up by the machine gun-type lightening that flashed in the clouds.  What a beautiful light show!  I could have been in bed, I thought, but instead, I chose to chase this storm and I’m glad I did.  I love storms!

Did you know that Jesus prayed for us?  Some 2000 years ago, he said this prayer that was directly for his disciples and any believers that followed after them – which is us.  This prayer is found in John 17.  He prayed that instead of us falling asleep with our heads nestled into our pillows; that we would see the light show.  He wanted us to see the lightening, the beauty, the power and the very joy that the Father had given him.  He wanted us to know that an eternal and infinite and abundant kind of life is possible as we continue our lives in this world.  He wasn’t concerned about our attempt to vacate this world and live in a better place; he wanted us to infect this world with his love and power and unity.  He wanted us to observe and participate in the beauty of his light show. 

We can go to bed if we want.  The thing is, the world isn’t always cognitive of what God is doing behind the clouds because the world sleeps - the world doesn’t truly know the heart of God.  If we’re sleeping, we’re not going to see his light. 

There’s this quote that has become quite cliche but holds truth, “Be in the world and not of the world.”  Although Jesus doesn’t say this verbatim, this is what he’s saying when he prays for us.  When the world sleeps, drive to see what God is doing and stay in rhythm with him.  When your friends and peers seem to have their heads snuggled into their pillows, continue to participate and observe in the light show.

May we infect the world with the presence of Jesus.  May our thoughts, our attitudes, our actions and our words continue to bear the fruit of Christ.  May we not fall asleep - may we not become 'of the world.’  May we pursue the show of light - may we continue seeing and spreading the beauty of God in this world.  May we be the light of the world.

a day off

What a day!  It was our day off and it was a great day.

Never have I struggled with taking a day off until I entered pastoral ministry.  Now that I've been in this kind of ministry for four or so years, I've learned that if I don't set strict and regimented boundaries for myself, that day off I've been looking for simply won't happen.  Seriously, it's a struggle.  If I'm not careful, I can find myself talking to my wife about ministry.  I can find myself thinking about ministry.  I can find myself talking through the things I have to do or the conversations I have to have.  If I'm not careful, my day off can turn me into a think-tank.  A think-tank day off isn't a day off at all.  So, that's a little about us, our day off, and how we struggle with it.

If I could rank our day off today, I'd give us a B.  The first half of the day, I found myself thinking through every ministry detail possible.  Should we do this or should we do that?  What conversations do I need to have this week?  What could I think or say to impress that person (it's sad but more often than not, I find myself thinking such toxic thoughts).  How should we structure this next weeks service?  How involved should I be in that project?  What do people think of me?  What if….?  And these thoughts can go on and on and on with no purpose or end in sight.  They're literally exhausting and when they take place on my day off, I'm worn out by noon.

This morning, I found myself worn out and exhausted by these cyclical thoughts.  I'm ashamed that I even have them.  Because a good pastor wouldn't think such things, would he?  Seriously, it's so embarrassing to have these thoughts, it makes me want to puke.  They're worrisome, heavy, redundant and never-ending.

My wife thinks I'm being attacked (in a spiritual sense).  Around our house, we call this sort of thing "the raid."  And when the raid comes, it's so easy to become punctured and lacerated by the predatory teeth of doubt, worry, fear and stress.  And we know when the raid comes, it's usually a sign that we're doing something right, but it's so hard to think that way when you feel like a shark has you by the waist.

This morning I was attacked.  The raid came.

In the afternoon, I was able to spend some time by the pool with my face in my Bible as well as a Dallas Willard book.  There's a reason Jesus referred to the Word of God as bread - it's food that nourishes the soul.  Between the turns of the pages, I would meditate on what I just read and pray about it.  It's amazing how a raid can be flipped on it's head with intentional time soaking in the words of God.  Soon, the negative questions began to fade.  The fear and worry and anxiety vanished.  God began to pour himself into my heart and it was exactly what I needed.  This afternoon, I felt shalom (peace from God).

This is the part when my day off actually became my day off.

We went to the Ionia Free Fair.  I have a friend who is obsessed with this thing.  I, on the other hand, am not.  It's the same people over and over again.  You know the type; the adults who try to fit into little kid's clothes.  The carnie who has two teeth and who tries to talk you into buying three rings to throw around pop bottles.  The basketball hoops that are too small for the basketballs.  The blood footprints spread out across the midway.  This is the time when hicks come out of the woodwork.  I used to make jokes about the fair.  I used to say, "And that's the reason why this is a prison town."  But tonight, something changed.  Instead of my negative comments about the culture and the atmosphere of the fair, I actually enjoyed it.  I enjoyed the smell of cotton candy that lingered in the air (I focused on this more than the smell of the puke).  I marveled at the young families that strolled the midway with their kids and strollers.  I even wanted to go on a ride (I didn't...my wife said it was too dangerous and I needed to think of our family first).  I got to witness the joy on my two year old's face when he rode his first carrousel and roller coaster.  Or the excitement of my nephew as he looked at the sheep, pigs, goats, or cows.  Perhaps it was watching my mother-in-law ride a little kids roller coaster.  Whatever it was, it was amazing.  For the first time in a while, I was able to fully embrace the beauty of the moment.  For the first time in a while, I was able to take time off without the endless and mindless ideas and questions that pollute like spilled oil in the Gulf.  We went to the fair tonight, and I loved it.  What a blessing it is to love the fair!

Considering how my day went, with the early morning worry, the afternoon prayer and reading time, and the fair, I'd say it ended on a pretty good note.  I feel rested, recovered and fully in love with my family.  I feel peace.

I know my days off aren't going to come easy, but I'm going to continue to make the time and create the boundaries to foster the possibility of embracing God, my family, and my self.

Today was a great day!

handling the raid: July 1, 2012

Relationship Series: Handling the Raid

1 Samuel 30:1-6

The “raid” is going to come. 

It’s not a possibility or a question; it’s right around the corner. 

The “raid” might look like a…  Financial difficulty.  Parental challenge.  Conflict in relationship.  Depression.  Health challenge.  Family clash.  Tough decision.  Exposed addiction.  The loss of a loved one.  Argument.  A hurtful word.  Exclusion.  Uncertainty.  Not fitting in.  Prodigal sons/daughters. 

Or perhaps something will happen to the family.  And maybe after the family is taken, the very people who you thought had your back now want to ruin you.  …as was David’s story…

Loss - the kind of distress that seems to take your feet out from under you.  It takes your breath away.  It drains your tear ducts. 

And how we handle this sort of thing has huge implications. 

Some of us will create diversions.  And our diversions will affect our health and the health of those around us. 

Diversions: Sitcoms.  Facebook.  Alcohol.  Work.  Friendships.  Sports.  Success.  Hobbies.  Church… 

Because how we handle the raid is directly tied to our relationships.  And if we don’t get this right, we’ll find ourselves crippled, depressed and burned out.  If we don’t get this right, we’ll turn on each other like ravenous wolves.  Essentially, how we handle our raids will determine the promotion or absolution of the raids in other’s lives as well. 

This brings us back to our relationship with God and each other.

And before we get too far into this domino effect, let us sit and soak in the story of David. 

1 Samuel 30:1-6 

P.S.  Why stop there?  Finish the chapter if you’d like, it’s invigorating.

There’s a better way to handle the raid.

A Woman's Heart. 6-24-12

The Relationship Series: A woman's heart.

Week after week, we’ve been discovering that God is the God of relationships. 

Relationships?  Yes.

God himself is a community of self-giving lovers demonstrated in the way the Trinity is intertwined with the richness of koinonia (fellowship) – being one yet three and three yet one.  But this koinonia doesn’t stop with God; he created mankind in His image – to be in relationship with Him as well as each other.  This kind of koinonia was the way it was supposed to be – shalom.  We’ve been invigorated by the sophistication of our relationship with God and those around us.  We’ve been striving for this kind of shalom, and as we do, we’re realizing that our perfect pattern/exemplifier/demonstrator is found in the person of Jesus – the Christ.

Last week, we saturated ourselves in a story about greed, manipulation, lust, murder, conspiracy, power, and truth.  As we looked at this passage (Mark 6:14-29), we examined some of the appetites God has instilled in men.  We recognized that God made men with appetites for truth, beauty and reputation.  This week, we’ll be examining some ambitions God has inducted in the heart women. 

As my wife and I sat down and engaged our imaginations to the imagery of this story (Herod/Herodias/the Baptizer), we made a few observations in regards to these three relational attributes that women seem to be wired with: nurture, emotion, and beauty.

Nurture

Herodias was nurturing King Herod, a man other than her husband.  What is it in a woman that craves to nurture?  Whether nurture comes in the form of motherhood, being a daughter, being a friend, or being a wife; women have an innate desire to nurture the people around them.  King David said that God weaves us together in our mother’s womb – nurture.  In Genesis, God makes women as a suitable helper for men – nurture.  Over and over again throughout the Biblical narrative, women have a God-given desire to take care of people.  As we see with Herodias, the ambition to nurture can bring life or death to relationships depending on whether it preserves or vandalizes shalom.

Emotion

Herodias snapped.  How dare the Baptizer call her out on her sin!  And her grudge was held inside, deep within, until the opportune time arose to strike with revenge.  We all know that men and women handle emotions differently.  Men seem to compartmentalize emotions while women seem to ball theirs into a jumbled mess.  At any time, a woman’s emotions can leak into relationships with a toxic-like effect.  This can be dangerous.  We must realize that a woman’s emotion is a wonderful gift when shalom is preserved.  When shalom gets vandalized, look out…she’s on a warpath!

Beauty

Herodias’ daughter danced for King Herod and his guests.  She pleased the men at the party with her seductive movements; she knew exactly what she was doing.  What is it about a woman that produces the desire to be beautiful?  Why does this desire often become cheap, shallow, and distorted?  When beauty only penetrates skin deep, beware.  Like nurture and emotion, God created women to be beautiful, but when outside of shalom, beauty becomes ugly. 

Irony.  The way of Herod & Herodias bring death to John the Baptizer - the one who prepared the way for Jesus.  The way of Jesus is the way of shalom, the way of life that is truly Life, the way things are supposed to be.  And in this small story, we have the ways of Herod & Herodias vs. the ways of Jesus. 

God has created men and women with certain appetites, ambitions, and characteristics.  As we live our day-to-day, may we realize the responsibility we carry.  May we recognize that we have the ability to introduce life or death into our relationships, all hinging on whether we preserve or vandalize shalom.  May Jesus continue to show us shalom.  May Christ direct us to the way things are supposed to be.  

Vandalism of Shalom

A theologian who lives around me once defined shalom as, "The way things are supposed to be."  Click here for more on this.  I like this definition because I find truth in it.  God created the world to function a certain way - Adam and Eve sinned (the Fall) and the result was a world functioning much differently than God intended.

The Fall distorted God's intent for creation,
things aren't the way they're supposed to be,
everything doesn't happen for a reason,
something broke,
shalom was vandalized.

The little boy who is beaten by his drunken dad.  The homeless person asking for money to buy food but rejects the sandwich given to him.  The way it felt when we found out he died.  The breaking of trust.  What it feels like when we get left out.  Perhaps we know stories, have heard stories, or have been involved in stories which exemplify the brokenness of creation.

Things aren't the way they're supposed to be.
Shalom has become vandalized.
Something isn't right.

And this brings up tension,
we don't like tension.
We want tension to be resolved,
don't we?

That's why many of us are fascinated and obsessed with who Jesus was/is.  Because of the vandalism of shalom, there's an unresolved tension that needs to be alleviated and we believe Jesus is the alleviator.  And we've felt it!  We've felt the overbearing and oppressive weight taken off our shoulders by Christ.  We once felt heavy and burdened, now we feel light and free and restful.  That tension is fully resolved in the person of Jesus; he fixes shalom when it gets vandalized.  Even more, Jesus not only died for the vandalism of shalom, he taught about the kingdom of shalom.  He doesn't simply lift the weight, he teaches the way.  In Jesus we find relief from the tension and learn the way of this shalom!

It hurts
but it can get better.

There's tension
but you can have resolve.

In Christ
the vandalism of shalom is washed away and make clean.

A Man's Heart: June 17th, 2012

In Mark’s narrative of Jesus’ life, we find a fascinating story that is soaked with curiosity, deceit, mystery, adultery, charm, manipulation, passion, and murder.  And no, we’re not talking about the newest NBC drama; we’re talking about a story found in the Bible. 

Read it.  Mark 6:14-29

Let’s observe three elements from the above story that seem to be embedded in the genetic make-up of men.  Call them ambitions, appetites, hungers, yearnings; they’re descriptive of how God has wired guys. 

Truth.     Jeremiah 31:33 and Romans 1:18-32

What was it in Herod that made him respect John the Baptizer?  Why did Herod like to listen to this prophet?  There’s something inside of men that draws them to truth.  We like someone that “says it how it is.”  We enjoy honesty, logic, and ideas that make sense.  Give us the truth and we’ll be happy, but not too much truth, right?  Herod put the Baptizer in jail when he spoke too much truth.  When John told Herod to stop having an affair, Herod put him in prison.  This is the “too much truth” part.  Guys are ambitious for truth, but sometimes, truth hurts.  Truth has a way of messing with a man’s ego.  Herod appreciated the Baptizer’s truth until it got personal - real truth always seems to have a way of getting personal.  Like Herod, a man’s ambition for truth can be a powerful tool, if he allows it.  Truth can liberate to bring life, but it also can devastate and bring chaos.

Beauty.    Proverbs 6:20-29 and Psalm 27:4

What was it in Herod that made him offer a dancing girl half his kingdom?  What was it about this girl’s beauty that caused Herod to make such a stupid decision?  Apparently, it was Herod’s birthday and he gave a banquette to guests of high esteem.  When a woman came out and danced for him (this woman was the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with), he impulsively told her she could have half of his kingdom.  Men have an appetite for beauty, but this appetite can become warped.  A man’s acknowledgement of beauty can produce beauty in itself, but a man’s unhealthy acknowledgement of beauty can produce a ripple effect of destruction.  For Herod, a moment of unhealthy lust led to the Baptizer’s death.  In a moment of weakness or a time of lust, a man’s ambition for beauty can be the difference between life and death. 

Reputation.    Esther 9:4 and 1 Timothy 3:7 and Revelation 3:1

What was it in Herod that made him behead a man he listened to and respected?  Why did Herod value his reputation more than John’s life?  After Herod offered half his kingdom to the girl, she conspired with her mother as to what she should ask.  Her mother, still harboring bitterness towards the Baptizers truthfulness, asked for John’s head on a platter.  When the girl returned to Herod, she presented her request in front of his friends.  Wanting to keep the reputation of his word, Herod accomplished her request.  Men are created with a drive to have a reputation.  Like truth and beauty, the quality of this reputation can be the difference between life and death. 

Something interesting happens in this story.  These three hungers were about to be perfectly illustrated in the person of Jesus, all the while the prophet who was introducing (paving the way for) Jesus as the messiah was killed by Herod's distortion of these three hungers.  What?  Yes.  Herod's warped hunger for truth, beauty, and reputation killed John the Baptizer, and John the Baptizer was doing the intro for Jesus, the one who demonstrated truth, beauty, and reputation perfectly - beautiful irony all wrapped up and bundled into one little story.  Herod's dysmorphic hungers lead to death while Jesus' holy hungers lead to life.  

As we celebrate Father’s Day, may we recognize the tension men live among.  Between the ways of Herod and the ways of Jesus, the fathers among us need our prayers, encouragement, and support now more than ever.  May we appreciate what our father’s do (and have done).  May we learn to recognize the weight they carry and may we do everything we can to love them and inspire them with an agape kind of love.  Today, tomorrow and the next, may our fathers be inspired (“may they continue to breathe”).

what it is to us isn't always what it was to them

Relationship Series (Week #1)


A phenomenon transpires when the words "Spirit-filled" get thrown around.  

I'm a people watcher, I've always been.  I enjoy going to public places in observation of the differences among people - it's entertaining and even humorous at times.  

Did I just see a guy wearing that shirt with those pants?  There goes the Red Hat Society.  That kid is sagging his pants down to his knees!  Why have the big/dark/thick rimmed glasses become popular again?    And when it comes to glasses, why do all these kids wear the same LMFAO sunglasses?  Oh, and what's the tattoo on that guys arm say?  

I've always found it amusing to note the different reactions displayed when the words, "Spirit-filled" is said.  This is an incredibly fascinating phenomenon.

Eyebrows become raised with suspicious concerns as people think, "Uh oh, you're one of those people."  Nods grow with exaggeration when people want you to know they're Spirit-filled.  Eyes glaze over and drift off into the mid to far distance which lets you know that this person has no idea what you're talking about.  A look of anticipation comes over people's faces as they sit on the edge of their seats waiting to hear exactly what you mean.

So many looks, so many understandings.

Spirit-filled - a phrase that brings up all sorts of ideological and experiential baggage.

What is it and what does it do?

In the book of Acts, we see that Jesus tells his disciples to "wait for the gift my Father promised."  He said, "John baptized with water, but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit."

"You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you…"

And then one day, as the disciples all met in one place to celebrate Pentecost (a Jewish holiday recognizing God giving the Law to the Israelites on Mt. Sinai), they became Spirit-filled.  Luke, the author of Acts, explained it like this, "Suddenly a sound like a blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.  They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them."  All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in their native languages as the Spirit enabled them.  Parthians, Medes, Elamites, and residents of Mesopotamia, Judea, Cappadocia, Pontus, Asia, Egypt,  Arabs, and others were able to hear "the wonders of God" in their own languages.  

The early church became Spirit-filled.  And not long after, 3000 people accepted Jesus to be the Anointed one from God (the Messiah, the Christ).  

Acts 2:42 characterizes this Spirit-filled community (church) and what it devoted itself to in these four ways:

1.  The apostles' teaching.  

The apostles had just finished spending close to three years with Jesus.  Many of them left their jobs, homes, and families to learn under this rabbi (Jesus was a rabbi in early Judaism).  When Luke says "apostles' teaching," we must recognize that the apostles were teaching what they learned from Jesus, and that Jesus spend much of his time teaching what is now known as our Old Testament.  And Jesus didn't stop at the Old Testament, he came proclaiming the inauguration of the kingdom of God.  Those that were Spirit-filled devoted themselves to learning from Jesus.  

2.  Fellowship.

The Greek word here is koinonia.  This word has meanings conveying community, oneness, communion, united participation, partnership, union, being of one mind, and so on.  Imagine 3000+ people devoted to koinonia.  The thing is, koinonia wasn't just explicatory of their relationship to one another, it was also explicatory of their devotion to following Jesus' teachings on the kingdom of God.  They became devoted to one another as their ultimate priority was the kingdom.  Those that were Spirit-filled devoted themselves to fellowship (koinonia).

3.  Breaking of Bread.

The early church made eating together one of the things they devoted themselves to.  Eating together was a way to share their time, their homes, their lives and their love.  Breaking of bread also has indications of the Lord's Supper.  Not only did they eat together, when they did, they took time to pause and reflect on what their Christ had done through the work of the Cross.  Furthermore, they celebrated the fact that Jesus was now with them in Spirit.  Those that were Spirit-filled devoted themselves to the breaking of bread.

4.  Prayer

For the early church, prayer wasn't simply a private/personal act; prayer had a communal element as well.  Praying together bonded the community as one as they conversed with the Lord.  Jesus instructed his disciples on how to pray (not necessarily what to pray).  It is important to note that the early church's devotion to Jesus' teachings would have included the Lord's prayer.  Those what were Spirit-filled devoted themselves to prayer.  

As noted by Luke, the book of Acts portrays the "fruit of the Spirit" in the context of the church.  They were filled with the Spirit, not only individually, but as a community as well.  As they became Spirit-filled, they devoted themselves to the apostles' teachings and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.  This was the fruit of the Spirit for the church.   

Have many of us misunderstood the meaning of "Spirit-filled?"  Possibly.

Before we throw the baby out with the bathwater, may we remember what the Spirit did to the church.  May we realize that it had implications for the community - far greater and not limited to personal spiritual experiences.    May we allow the Spirit in our churches and may we see its fruit.