I believe in the Gospel again!

I believe in the Gospel again.  Yep, again.  It's weird to say and I don't really know how to explain it, but in the past couple weeks, the Gospel has come to life in my heart once again.  It's as if I believe it for the first time.  I know I believed in the Gospel before, as it was very real to me, but God opened my heart in a new way.  It happened while my wife and I were in Florida.  We were having dinner and I realized that our waitress needed Jesus.  In the midst of this thought, I looked at the tables surrounding us and I realized that every person sitting around us needed Jesus.  I thought about my life and about how Christ literally changed the person I was into a new person.  I thought about grace, love, joy, and peace that I know.  So in the midst of all these thoughts, I asked my wife, "Do you really believe in the Gospel?"  She looked up with a strange look on her face trying to anticipate what I meant.  After she asked what I meant, I said, "Sometimes I live my life as if I don't truly believe the Gospel, but I do!"  I believe in the Gospel again.

People need the Gospel.  Regardless of what they think it is, where they come from, or how they've dismissed it, they need it more than they can ever know.  The crazy thing is, I know something that they desperately need to know.  Whether it's our waitress or the people sitting at the table next to us or perhaps is the person sitting next to us on the airplane; people need the Gospel.  So many times in the past, I knew this deep down, but I was too insecure to say anything or even have it on the forefront of my mind.  But, if I truly believe the Gospel, it's going to be on the forefront of my thoughts.  It's not going to hide in the back corner of my mind waiting to come out during my next sermon; it's going to saturate every word and every action - that is my hope and my aim.  People need Christ.  I have Christ.  I need to learn how to share what I have!  People need the Gospel.

If I believe the Gospel and people need it, I need to go where people are.  Isn't this the idea behind the incarnation?  Tonight, on my way home from the store, I saw a bunch of people playing basketball in the park.  After dinner and after the kids were bathed, I asked my wife (for permission) if I could go down and play basketball.  After arriving, I played a couple games before some of the guys had to leave.  Then, Dylan, who is finsihing his 8th grade year, came down and we began playing some shooting competitions.  After we were warmed up, we played a couple games of one on one.  I won, but that's not the point.  The point is, now I have an acquaintance with Dylan.  As I was leaving, he asked me to come to the park tomorrow and play at 5pm.  I think this is true evangelism.  After I get to know him a little better, I'll begin asking him some life questions and talking to him about my faith.  Dylan needs the Gospel.  Perhaps some of his friends will join in on the conversation as well.  I pray that the LORD opens doors in this whole situation.  But whatever the case, I believe the Gospel again, I believe people need the Gospel, and I need to go where people are.

I praise God for opening my eyes and my heart again.  Even if it feels like I believe in Christ for the very first time, I'm grateful for the way He's worked in my life for the past eight years since I devoted my heart to Him.  I pray that I can continue to worship Him in the way I relate with people, in the way I relate with my family, myself, and in every situation I have the grace and opportunity to live. 

Starting Point - five years in the making

Tomorrow I get to share something that I have been talking and dreaming about for five years. I can't wait! It'll be unique because I'll be sharing not only "what if" conversations and hypotheticals; I'll be sharing actualities that continue to unfold right in front of our eyes. For the past five years, it seems as if that's what I've been doing - talking about my dreams and passions and ambitions for a church that didn't yet exist. In the past year, something has changed.

A church is in the midst of being planted - the Bridge. This actuality includes people, passions, hearts, families - it's a beautiful community of Christ followers. Never did I dream that I would be part of such an amazing calling.

Tomorrow we will share the meaning behind our church's name, our vision and mission, and the values that will mark our church's purpose.

In a way, tomorrow is a climactic time in my life, yet in another way, it's nothing but a mere starting point.

Point of Origin

Regardless of who you are, isn't there a side of you that is still affected by peer pressure?  Perhaps you're a bit older and you think that such talk no longer applies to you.  Well, I encourage you to think again.  Peer pressure doesn't just apply towards young people, it's saturated in every aspect of culture.  There's a part of you that can't escape the social pressures and expectations of life.

When you think of peer pressure, what mental images come to your mind?

I think of a classroom.  You know what I'm talking about, don't you?  There's that student that isn't really paying attention to the teacher's lecture.  Suddenly, the teacher asks a question to the class and all the students hands go up, including that student.  When the teacher calls on that student, he draws a blank and can't answer the question because he didn't hear it.  He then tells the teacher to repeat the question.  When the teacher asks why his hand was raised in the first place, he responds by saying, "Because everyone else raised their hands."

Peer pressure.  

Doing what you're "supposed to do" is a powerful motivation.  This kind of idea is entrenched in the way we think about our place in society.  

I'm always amused when I see the new styles emerge in clothing retail stores.  As soon as the mannequins are fashionably dressed in the store front windows, flocks of people rush to purchase similarly new wardrobes.  Remember when tattered jeans first came out?  How about those T-shirts that have the brand-name stitched into the front of the shirt with big, bold letters?  

Last years trends are out and this years trends are in.  

I even had a guy at Fossil (a watch store in the mall) tell me to hold off in getting a watch until the spring colors were in.

That's what fashion is, isn't it?
Trends, pressures, expectations…

Peer pressure is a broad topic that's not only applied to middle school kids; it's a motivation that continues to affect the clothes we wear, the watches we buy, the books we read, the food we eat, and the sports we watch. 

Fashion isn't the same as faith but sometimes this motivation affects the way we act as Christians.  

My wife and I attended a church awhile back that stressed the idea of "looking your Sunday best."  We weren't used to wearing our best clothes to church, but because we were in an environment where people wore their best, we did as well.  We wanted to fit in and do what we were "supposed to do."  Not to brag, but my family looked so good, we could have taken family photos every Sunday morning.  P.S.  My wife is smokin' (just sayin).

Doesn't this kind of thing carry over in Christian circles?  

You're supposed to do this…

You're supposed to do that…

Make sure you look, dress, talk, laugh, give, and drive a certain way…

Because that's what good Christians do, isn't it?

I imagine Jesus' disciples asking, "Lord, just tell us what we're supposed to do."  In response, I picture Jesus telling His disciples, "Look, there's people doing what they're supposed to do, but I don't recognize them because they're not doing the right things for the right reasons."  (If you want to read it yourself, check out the situation by clicking here: Matthew 7: 15-23)

In every church I've ever been a part of, there are people who have stumbled upon this reality.  At one point, they found themselves raising their hands like everyone else in the classroom.  They didn't know why they were raising their hands, they just did because that's what they saw everyone else doing.  But sometimes, a new and deeper reality is presented to these people.  They discover a better reason for doing the right thing and it fundamentally has nothing to do with peer pressure.  This new and larger reason often stems from something deep inside - an encounter of sorts.  And when people come to this point in their faith, they feel free and liberated and released like never before.  

Some of us have spent years doing the right thing for the wrong reasons.  We've found ourselves worn out, frustrated, depleted, depressed, and unfulfilled.  And I say this from personal experience.  It's exhausting to put energy towards something you have no passion for.  Sometimes it's humiliating to get called on when you don't know why you raised your hand in the first place.  

I believe that Jesus wants us to know why we're raising our hands.   

Why are we raising our hands?

Why are we doing what we're "supposed to do?"

Is it peer pressure?

Or is it something much, much more…

Because when we do the right things for the right reasons, we'll know what Jesus meant when he talked about having "life to the full."  

I don't know about you but,

I don't want to just know Jesus,

I want Jesus to know me.

[Check out the story: Matthew 7:15-23]

[Another text to consider: John 6:40]

The Stray

The night began next to the fireplace with a steaming cup of tea.  You know - the kind of tea that you put a little slice of lemon into.  Arvo Part was playing in the background and his Fur Alina flooded each room with a sound of piano that makes you want to think deeply.  Record lows were supposed to be reached - it was going to be cold.  Regardless, the house was warm and clean, the kids were asleep, the stars were bright and besides the music, it was peacefully quiet.

With it hitting my face and freezing my cheeks, I knew I was in for a long night.  I didn't think it was going to be this cold, but it was as I found out a little too late.  My coat was too light and I even forgot my hat.  What was I thinking?  It was a Michigan January, and on this night, it was nearing sub zero temperatures.  A walk?  Tonight?  Never again.

Walking up Rich St., I couldn't wait to be home.  Would this hill ever end?  Each step seemed heavier than the last as I pushed myself up the iced-over pavement.  What did warmth feel like?  I couldn't remember.  Although it was only twenty minutes, I couldn't even remember what my tea tasted like.  The sound of Fur Alina had been crowded out by the sound of the cold and violent wind.  I was alone.

You know those times when taste, touch, sight, smell, and sound become extra sensitive?  It was one of those nights.  Every car that drove by seemed like a big event.  The motion sensors that turned on as I passed by startled me.  The cat I spotted out of the corner of my eye made me want to run and scream.  My own shadow could have scared me.  Paranoia was taking its toll.  The cold was taking its toll.

Are they out here or am I alone?  They could be peering around each corner watching my every move.  They could be anticipating what I would do next.  They could think I'm up to something.  They could think...  What are they thinking?  I worry about that.  Where do they think I'm going?  Do they think they have me all figured out?  Or, perhaps I'm alone.  Are these thoughts merely in my head?  Perhaps they're inside staying warm - drinking tea and listening to their own music.  Maybe they're completely oblivious to me being out here.  What if they saw me?  What would they think I'm doing?  Would they think I'm stalking them?  But I'm not.  I'm just taking a walk.  I'm just passing by.  I'm cold.  I want to be home.

And this isn't new.  I keep leaving the warmth of light for the chill of darkness.  Perhaps I'd prefer to be alone.  Why did I put my tea down?  I shouldn't have walked through that door.  I should have stayed.  But I didn't, I wandered and this is where wandering gets me - alone and cold and scared.

I can't wait to be back home.

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.