With an Eye for Blazes

An Inkling

Every two or three months I take an afternoon apart for what I call a “silent retreat.”  I go somewhere quiet, usually an isolated section of a park, and hang out with the Lord for an afternoon.  I’ve discovered that some kinds of interactions can happen with the Lord in a morning prayer time, but other kinds need more time.  Thus the silent retreat.

Typically I take my journal, a Bible, and some water.  I hike, sit and ponder, and take time to notice what’s around me.  After about an hour the busyness in my head slows, and I can focus and listen better.  That’s one big advantage over my morning prayer time.  And the Lord always has some means of speaking to me, making use of whatever scenes I’ve encountered.  Sometimes he tells me a lot, and sometimes just a little.  And I almost always have a lot to tell him – if not in substance, at least in length, for my journal grows by a couple of pages or more. 

I have discovered two consistent realities about these times.  First it’s always hard to find the time.  Something has to be sacrificed in order to get apart with the Lord.  (Actually, I think he has some intention in this.)  And secondly, I am always grateful when I’ve made the time.  He always has some surprising treasure in store.

Usually it’s not earth shaking, just edifying, and timely.  For example, two weeks ago I was at Montreat for several days of study leave.  I decided to use one of the afternoons for a silent retreat.  I hiked the Rainbow Trail, up to Lookout Point, and back down.  The leaves were at their peak, so it was a visual feast – blazing reds, oranges, and yellows.

I had not taken this trail before, but had a general idea of where it led.  A number of other trails intersected it, so I had to make a lot of “fork in the road” decisions.  The trail narrowed at points, but was always visible if I paid attention.  Even so, I was grateful for the trail blazes that marked the way every quarter mile or so.  Even though I could see the trail, I found the blazes reassuring.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to connect the dots between that hike and the walk of faith – the attentiveness needed to stay on the path, forks that force decisions, and the gift of timely trail blazes.  I wrote a good bit in reflection on both what I was seeing and what God was showing me.

How do you get apart to be with the Lord?  There are lots of ways to do it, and it’s more than worth the effort.  And whether you’re taking your retreat via hiking or not, there will be blazes.  The Trail Master assures it.

Happy Trails!

Keith

Until We Meet Again...

An Inkling

Life’s course forces us at points to part from those dear to us, which means it’s well to learn to hold lightly the people we love.  Often this is the pattern:

§       The challenge comes simply at first, as we send our little ones off to school for the first time. 

§       Then we discover that our busy teens actually prefer other company to their parents! 

§       Soon enough we’re sending our almost adult children off to the military or to college. 

§       Then we become extended family to our “child,” who now has an immediate family of his or her own. 

§       That often comes with a move across the country or even across the globe. 

§       This series of partings continues until, at the other end of life, we let go of everyone at once as the Lord welcomes us to himself.

I say we’re “forced” into such partings.  We often try to thwart them, but that never seems to work out very well.

I was reminded of this last week when Sarah and I returned to First Presbyterian Church in Douglasville, Georgia, for their 50^th Anniversary celebration.  It was fun to see the people with whom our hearts had been closely knit for ten years.  When the Lord directed us to St. Giles in 2007, that of necessity meant letting go of the particular ways we had held those good folks through our time there.

It was a joy to see that the ones I had let go of were still being held in the hand of the One who has the capacity to hold us securely through the whole course of life.  So Jesus promised:  My sheep hear my voice.  I know them and they follow me… No one will snatch them out of my hand.  (John 10:27-28)  And he can bring it off!  No turn in our lives can thwart him in holding us securely through the whole course of life.

As much as I love the Douglasville saints, I don’t have what it takes to hold them finally.  And though it is harder to acknowledge, the same is true of those knit most deeply into my heart – my own wife and daughters.  Even with them I must hold loosely, which is more do-able knowing that the same One who holds me securely holds them.

Reunions give us a taste of the time to come, when being in the Lord’s grip will mean that we’re together in that grip, never again to part.  We’ll anticipate that grand reunion this coming Sunday as we celebrate All Saints Sunday.

Blessings,

Keith

How We Use Our Treasure

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Anyone who has ever tried to line up stewardship speakers knows how hard it is to find someone who believes she or he has something worthwhile to say about stewardship.  So this year we’re conducting an experiment:  I’m doing some “man on the street” interviews (actually, interviews of anyone who drops by my office!), and I’m asking them to reflect on what they have learned along the way about stewardship.  I’ve found that what people say off the tops of their heads often reflects what’s in the bottom of their hearts.  And as you’ll see, most folks know more about stewardship than they give themselves credit for.

This is the video we showed in worship this week for the Stewardship of Treasure.

Enjoy!

Keith

How We Use Our Talents

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Anyone who has ever tried to line up stewardship speakers knows how hard it is to find someone who believes she or he has something worthwhile to say about stewardship.  So this year we’re conducting an experiment:  I’m doing some “man on the street” interviews (actually, interviews of anyone who drops by my office!), and I’m asking them to reflect on what they have learned along the way about stewardship.  I’ve found that what people say off the tops of their heads often reflects what’s in the bottom of their hearts.  And as you’ll see, most folks know more about stewardship than they give themselves credit for.

This is the video we showed in worship this week for the Stewardship of Talents.

Enjoy!

Keith

How We Use Our Time

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Anyone who has ever tried to line up stewardship speakers knows how hard it is to find someone who believes she or he has something worthwhile to say about stewardship.  So this year we’re conducting an experiment:  I’m doing some “man on the street” interviews (actually, interviews of anyone who drops by my office!), and I’m asking them to reflect on what they have learned along the way about stewardship.  I’ve found that what people say off the tops of their heads often reflects what’s in the bottom of their hearts.  And as you’ll see, most folks know more about stewardship than they give themselves credit for.

This is the video we showed in worship this week for Stewardship of Time.

Enjoy!

Keith

Touchdown?

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Ellen Andrusia reported a fun conversation with her five year old grand-daughter, Ellie, who visited our worship service with her grandmother, and then asked, “Why do people raise their hands in your church?”  Ellen answered, “They are worshiping the Lord.”  To which Ellie replied, “That also means touchdown!”

Isn’t it funny how what we’ve been exposed to shapes our perceptions?  Football as a grid for understanding worship – how American is that?!  And it’s not just children who bring a grid with them to worship.  We all bring our interpretive frameworks. 

I was reminded of this Sunday, when we had a lot of guests with us for Rowan Keyser’s baptism.  Some of them, coming from more reserved traditions, were surprised by how many “touchdowns” we score here at St. Giles!  And there were some other stadium trappings – clapping, and a few shouts – that caught their attention. 

Our “Contemporary” service tends to be more expressive than our “Traditional” service.  However, as Presbyterian services typically go, our Traditional service is also more expressive than people expect.  That service scores some touchdowns too!  Of course, if our guests come from a Pentecostal church, they’ll find even our Contemporary service to be pretty buttoned down.  We all have our grids.

So which is the right way to worship – expressive or reflective, standard Presbyterian or St. Giles or Pentecostal?  Wrong question.  For the One we worship delights in the variety of expression.  And we all do well to learn from each other, so that we might make his praise all the more glorious.

Blessings,

Keith

Why a Woman?

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In this lull time between having called Sarah Marsh to be our new Associate Pastor, and her arrival here (mid-October), I thought I’d offer a brief reflection on women ministers.  Even though St. Giles has not called its own woman pastor before, for most of us women ministers are no longer a novelty.  The Presbyterian Church ordained its first woman elder 80 years ago, and its first woman minister 54 years ago.  Yet what seems simply right to us now did not seem so with our forebears, nor does it with many of our friends in other churches.  They cite various Pauline statements about women and ask, “How can you do that and take the Bible seriously?”  Good question.

Our church changed its mind not by setting the Bible aside, but by reading it more carefully.  Having seen women effectively “eld” before they could be “Elders” and “pastor” before they could be “Pastors,” the church re-read the scriptures with a renewed determination to understand God’s plan for women’s roles.

Whole books have been written about the interpretive quandaries caused by seemingly contradictory passages.  I can’t deal with all of that in a blog.  But I will simply lift up some passages that helped the church recognize women’s broad roles.  Genesis 1-3 shows how God created men and women equally in his image, and that it was sin, not God’s design, that put men and women at odds.  Jesus chose women as the first heralds of the best news ever:  his resurrection.  So they were apostles to the apostles!  Paul summed up the impact of Christ on human divisions:  There is no longer Jew or Greek, slave or free, male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus. 

By putting such passages alongside restrictive passages, the church saw that the overall trajectory of the Bible’s teaching supports equal roles for women and men, even while recognizing the God-given distinctives of the genders.  In that light, the restrictive passages are seen as directions for particular places where women had misused their new God-given freedoms.

I’m glad the church took a second look, for we are now richly blessed by the gifts God brings through women elders and ministers.  With Sarah’s arrival, we’ll witness the fruit of that second look in a new way in our own midst!  Seeing with our own eyes helps, but we must also be clear from the Bible itself why we believe women should take these roles.  Such clarity brings encouragement to our women, who must still sort out the claims of some churches that women don’t belong in such roles. 

Let’s be ready to launch Sarah well in her ministry here.  And you might find one of our women elders and speak a word of encouragement to her too!

Blessings,

Keith

The Landscape of the Soul

An Inkling

One of the delightful passages in The Shack describes Mac (the main character) working in a garden with Sarayu (the Holy Spirit’s name in this fantasy of divine encounter).  As they work the garden, removing briars, digging roots, planting flowers, etc, they talk about many things, including the gardening work itself.  But it’s only at the end of their gardening work that Sarayu reveals that the garden they were working is really Mac’s soul – still with much work needed, but already showing an emerging beauty.

I was reminded of this when I was visiting with Jonathan Keyser about his beloved hobby, landscaping.  Thankfully he has plied his passion with some beds around the church.  You can see the attached before and after pictures of the back entrance.  How’s that for an amazing transformation?!  Not overnight, but over time, and with a lot of work on his part, Jonathan’s vision of beautiful possibilities has taken root and grown.

On several occasions I’ve talked with Jonathan about what could be done with a particular patch of ground.  I have no landscaper’s eye, and so I imagine some grass and a few flowers, at best.  But Jonathan sees possibilities beyond my imagining – grand visions of variety and beauty, tailored to grow in a particular place.  As he describes it, his eyes light up with excitement, for he’s already seeing a beauty that’s not yet grown to be. 

I have to believe that the Holy Spirit’s eyes light up as well when he surveys the gardens of our souls.  Weeds and briars don’t stifle his wild and wonderful imaginings for us.  With an ever-ready supply of water, and perfect timing for planting and pruning, he beautifies us.  I’ve seen some of his beautiful vision taking form in you.  Won’t it be fun to see his dream come to full realization?!  And in the meantime, we get to be his partners in the gardening.  Good company, and a meaningful task – what a deal!

Here’s to Jonathan,

Keith

Life Weavers

An Inkling

My art education has been remedial.  I had little instruction as a youngster, and thus I am trying to fill in those gaps as an adult.  One art genre that has fascinated me is the tapestry.  Thousands of threads are woven to tell a story.  They may show a single scene, like Raphael’s picture of the miraculous catch of fish.  Or they may tell a longer story.  For example, the Prestopans Tapestry takes 104 meters to tell the story of the 1745 Battle of Prestopans!

In a tapestry, no one thread tells the tale.  But all the threads together can portray an elaborate scene, or recount a whole history.

You are a tapestry artist.  All but a few of us shy away from the title “artist,” but it’s true.  You are continually weaving threads that make up the tapestry of your life.  Particular threads may not seem of much import, say for example the way you do your meals, converse on the phone, or use your time in the evening.  But they become part of the larger portrayal of something quite grand – your life.  Everything gets woven in, both your best and worst.  And thankfully, God weaves his gracious and glorious threads into our tapestries too. 

It’s well to step back sometimes and ask, “What tale is my tapestry telling?”  I was put to thinking about this most recently when Sarah broke her ankle a week ago at the church picnic.  We heard a couple of days later that three little boys, Mikey, Sam, and James, had gone into one of the Sunday School rooms and prayed for her while we awaited the ambulance.  No one told them to.  They just did it.  How did they know to do that?

At this point in their lives, their tapestries are still very much interwoven with those of their parents.  Prayer must be woven right into the scenes of their everyday family life.  Thus it seemed natural to the boys to pray in an emergency.  Now, even at a young age, they are weaving such threads into their own tapestries – to the glory of God!

How’s that for a masterpiece?!

Blessings,

Keith

A Hint of Good Things to Come...

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This week’s offering is an attached You Tube video that we used to introduce our soon-to-be Associate Pastor, Sarah Marsh, to everyone at Sunday’s congregational meeting. The Search Team shared their enthusiasm for Sarah, but the congregation also got a feel for Sarah through having her speak for herself.
We thank God for his guidance through this search! If it’s like most things with God, he’s given us a hint of the good things he has in store – but only a hint.
Heeeere’s Sarah…
Keith

The God of Heaven and Mirth

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Last weekend Sarah and I took in “Laugh Your Way to a Better Marriage,” a marriage conference led by Mark Gungor.  It’s aptly named.  I’m one of those who cries when I laugh hard, and by the time we left I needed to wring out my handkerchief.

Mark has a marvelous comic gift, and of course marriage has no shortage of funny subjects, nor of hard truths that need to be spoken.  So Mark uses humor like Mary Poppins’ “spoon full of sugar that helps the medicine go down.” 

But I think it’s more than that.  There’s something about truth itself that sounds of mirth.  That’s because the One who gives truth – indeed, who is the truth – is also mirth-full.  And we are made in his mirthful image!

Sadly, along with every other facet of God’s image in us, our mirth has been distorted by sin.  And so the heavenly laughter of delight gets twisted into a demeaning laughter of scorn.  Witness much of the humor in our culture, which derides and puts others down, pulling us all down in the process.  The humor of hell will be such a downer – forever.  But God’s kind of humor, even if the occasion is our own foibles and foolishness, lifts us up. 

Which reminds me again of Mary Poppins.  Do you remember Uncle Albert’s song, “I Love to Laugh”?  (Here’s the link -  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gx7lz5X2vKk )  The more they laugh, the higher they float, which only increases the laughter.  Such will be the mirth of heaven, as we are all lifted up in the Lord’s joy.

Thanks be to God, that in Jesus Christ he redeems even our mirth!

Ha, ha, ha-lelujah!

Keith

Marriage Matters

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Marriage was much on the mind last week as our extended family vacationed together at the lake.  One evening we celebrated three August anniversaries with a cake.  Numerous conversations anticipated Dorothy and Brandon’s October wedding, as I helped plan their service, and Sarah helped plan reception details, etc.  Then over the weekend my cousin, Tracey, remarried.  Rob is a gift to her in this season of life, and I know she is a gift to him.  So in a single week our family saw marriage anticipated, commenced anew, and celebrated.

We also saw marriage debated every time we turned on the news.  Our culture is entangled in a complex debate about the nature of marriage, using only the language of constitutional guarantees and individual rights.  Good luck with that! 

Marriage, as a gift of God, cannot be understood with legal paradigms alone.  We Christians have the challenge of adding our scripturally informed perspective to the cultural conversation – no simple undertaking in a nation that favors no one faith.

If we’re to gain a hearing, we must speak the truth in love.  It’s the love that wins a hearing for the truth.  We must also speak with humility.  It’s not as if we Christians either fully understand or perfectly practice marriage ourselves.  Witness the many broken marriages in the church.  And we must speak with grace, the very grace which gives promise to our marriages.

Might God use us to re-establish a biblically based understanding of marriage in our land?  I hope and pray so.  And in the meantime we can seek to live such marriages in our homes – to his glory and our joy.

Here’s to my bride!

Keith

Sanity on Display

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Sanity landed in the church house this week.  It’s down the hall from my office.  Actually, it doesn’t look like sanity – it’s noisy, chaotic, and fun.  It’s Vacation Bible School.

In contrast my office looks sane.  It’s certainly purposive.  The books are organized by category, with indexing that helps with sermons.  I have a calendar, a to do list, and a computer connected to a world of information.  In the quiet of my office, I can crank out the work.  Not so down the hall – at least not the office kind of work.

Jesus said, “Unless you come as a child, you’ll never enter the Kingdom.”  He spoke that word to adults who were purposive, who accomplished things.  Organizing life to accomplish worthy goals is a good thing.  But apparently, when it comes to entering the Kingdom, it’s not the key. 

Not everyone down the hall is a child.  There are a good many adults and teens serving in various roles.  For some tasks at church, it’s hard to get enough volunteers.  Not so VBS – plenty show up to help.  And these are people with organized lives, who accomplish things in their own realms.

What’s the draw?  I think it’s the different kind of sanity, on display as our children encounter Jesus.  Their simple responsiveness to his love and life displays the sanity of the Kingdom in ways that our ordered lives cannot.  It’s refreshing.  It breathes life back into the ordered patterns of adult living.  And it cannot be manufactured, no matter how well organized and purposive one is.  Kingdom life comes only as a gift.

Thanks, kids!

Keith

The Real Business, a la Robert's Rules

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“Madam Moderator, I move Jesus.  And if I get a second, I’d like to speak to it.”

“Second!”

“You've heard the motion.  Now it is time for debate.  The maker of the motion has the privilege of speaking first.”

“Madam Moderator, members of the assembly:  it is my deepest hope that you will adopt this motion.  Heaven knows we’ve got problems:  sin and sickness, poverty and hunger, war and death.  Each generation has fancied itself the one to solve these problems.  Politicians, kings, and scientists have led some amazing efforts, and at times the prospects have looked promising.  But even our best efforts of have proven to be transient in effect.  We cannot save ourselves.  Thus we need one who can break the power of sin and death, and who can usher in a new era of peace and wholeness.  There is but one who can do it:  Jesus.  Thus I urge you, for your own sake, and for the sake of the whole world, to vote for this motion.”

“Are there others who would like to speak to this motion?”

“Madam Moderator, I would like to offer a substitute motion.”

“Madam, substitute motions are usually in order, but in this case it is out of order because there is no adequate sub­stitute for the original motion.”

“Madam Moderator, I would like to offer an amendment to the motion.”

“Sir, amendments are usually in order, but in this case it is out of order because no amendment can improve upon the original motion.”

“Madam Moderator, I move that we table the motion until a more advantageous time to decide.”

“Sir, a motion to table is usually in order, but in this case it is out of order because you have no guarantee that you will have another opportunity to decide.  Members of the assembly:  are you ready to vote?  All in favor of Jesus say ‘Aye!’”

Cast your vote now,

Keith

Perspective Via Prayer Request

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God is never without the means to lend perspective. 

I was sitting here pondering on our larger church, and thinking about how to follow up on my last post, when into my in box popped a prayer request from a missionary doctor friend who lives in a Muslim nation.  He faithfully sends these prayers each week, requesting that we join him in prayer.  Typically they arrive Tuesday morning, and each time they provide an opportunity for me to recalculate just how “huge” my worry du jour really is.

Here’s this week’s prayer request, with place identifiers removed:

God of mercy, who forgets not the poor and oppressed, we pray for Nupur, a 14-year-old tenth-grader who lives with her family of six in a one-room slum dwelling on the _____ side of _____.  She dreams of attending college.  Her father, an unemployed drug addict, beats her mother to demand the $2 a day she earns unloading sand from boats on the _____ River.  Lord, with your mighty hand break the bonds of poverty and oppression that grip Nupur's family, ease the pain she has felt watching her mother be beaten, and help her realize her dream of higher education.  We pray in the name of Jesus Christ, who taught us that in faith all things are possible.  Amen.

Hmmm.  And I was worrying about what will become of our denomination as an institution…  Thanks be to God for his regular reminders about what matters.

Which is not to say that the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) doesn’t matter.  For one thing, that’s the part of God’s larger church that supports my friend in his service.  If the church unravels, lots of important missions will get rocked.

But the basic issues in contention, sexual ethics and the uniqueness of salvation in Jesus Christ, matter for another reason too:  they impact the well-being and witness of Christians in such lands.  Many Muslims never give the gospel a chance because they associate it with the sexual chaos of western societies, which they see as Christian lands.  We would protest that our faith can’t be judged by our nation, but that is their perception.  And they are very clear that if the Koran is right about the divine, then we are not.  Historic and global Christianity would rightly want to add, “and vice versa.”  So for the gospel even to get a hearing, and then for us to have some clarity in that conversation, these basic issues matter – a lot.

But here’s what matters most:  these ongoing contentions not only threaten the institutional viability of our denomination, they threaten the possibility that we might have the privilege of bringing the best of all good news to Nupur.  So I continue to pray for our sick ol’ mother church.

And I do so with gratitude to God for the perspective he provides on what is most important – Nupur, and millions like her.

Pray for Nupur,

Keith