I was 11. I heard this word more than any other word during my Little League days under the summer sun in Bemidji, MN. Coach Whitey Anderson could say HUSTLE more times in a minute than anyone I’ve ever known. I loved baseball. Still do. In large part, thanks to Coach Whitey.
“Skogerboe, you’re a ball player, son. You’re a ball player. You can play this game right here. Yessir. Skogerboe’s a ball player.”
Coach Whitey was like encouragement on steroids for a young second baseman who otherwise wouldn’t have considered himself much of a ballplayer. I was moderately athletic, but overshadowed by the up-and-coming superstars. I could hold my own in the field and maintained a somewhat below average track record in the batting box, but I kept in the game year after year, growing better in my skill-set and deeper in love with the game. Coach Whitey fueled me to keep getting better, to learn why “hustle” had more to do with a healthy competitive attitude than just physical “hurry-up,” and he helped build into me a deep love of baseball that has never gone away.
Now I have a 10-year-old out there under the lights. I see his coach picking up the mantle from Coach Whitey for the next generation. I see him FEEDING encouragement and high expectations to the young men under his charge. And the boys are thriving. When Isaac talks about baseball, his eyes flash. Coach Haberlie is not just getting the bases covered, and he’s not just getting results… he’s building baseball lovers.
I just got an email from Coach last night, asking me to encourage Isaac, that he was so proud to have Isaac on the Team, and he is consistent in saying, “He is made for this game.” I hear echoes of Coach Whitey… “You’re a ball player, son. Skogerboe’s a ball player.”
These guys are both great leaders, and I hold them both in high regard.
The consistent ingredient in great leadership isn’t enthusiasm. It isn’t deeper, better, higher knowledge. It isn’t the ability to control outcomes.
The consistent ingredient in great leadership is this: INFLUENCE.
Coach Whitey literally changed my life. My childhood years are full of great memories, and I was a ball player. I believed it to my core. And now I see Isaac out there making plays, wrecking the knees of his baseball pants, and it’s better than the Twins. He’s hungry for baseball. Isaac’s gone from casual to passionate. THAT is INFLUENCE. And Coach Haberlie has been clear from the beginning: His goal is to help shape these boys into young men of character first, great athletes second. He’s not only influencing the boys… he’s influencing their dads. That’s great leadership.
All kinds of people read this blog. Friends and family, Pastors, Ministry leaders, Worship leaders… All kinds of people in all kinds of leadership roles. Here’s where ball meets bat, rubber meets road, hammer meets nail on the head… LEADERSHIP = INFLUENCE.
This has implications for two groups today.
First of all, if you don’t consider yourself a “leader,” you are WRONG. Think about your circle of relationships. Certainly among those relationships are a handful over whom you have some kind of influence. If you have influence, you have leadership. You may lead badly, of course, and influence those around you to make bad choices, to turn away from God or from wise counsel. But make no mistake: if you have influence, you are a leader. Lead well.
Secondly, if you THINK you are a leader, or if you are a leader by position, this is a good measuring stick for you. Are you herding a group, or are you leading? Are you steering outcomes, or are you leading? In other words, are you truly INFLUENCING the lives of those you lead? If you are in a position of authority, take a cue from Coach Whitey and Coach Haberlie… don’t just steer. LEAD. Don’t just point people. INFLUENCE people. Stop, pray, and think about how you can not just get the job done, but how can your influence lead to changed lives. If you are a leader, then LEAD WELL.
The consistent ingredient in great leadership is INFLUENCE. If you don’t have influence, you’re not really leading. And if you think you don’t have a role as a leader, invest in those you have influence over.
We only get one life. Wield some influence and change some lives, because time is short. And in the spirit of Coach Whitey… HUSTLE.
So we were having a… discussion. Do you have those? All married people have them, I suppose. You know, our marriage would be just about perfect if I wasn’t in it. 🙂 I thought for sure I was right this time. Just one time…
But no. As it turns out, I wasn’t right this time. In fact, after I had said my piece, Amy quietly reminded me of a few of my idiosyncracies – my own personality quirks – that transcend rational thought. It was one of these quirks that had started all of this in the first place.
This was one of those times. She had, through no fault of her own, stumbled unwittingly into my irrational headspace. And therin lay the impetus for the aforementioned discussion. I had to concede, when faced with actual facts instead of my own irrational emotional personality quirks, that – doggone it – she had a point.
And no… I’m not going into the details. Let your imagination run rampant. I’ll never tell.
Suffice it to say, she was dead on about a few of my personality quirks. I didn’t see myself as an unusually quirky person… but oh yes. I let my quirk flag fly more often than I realize. And the glory of it is, people who love me roll with it, and love me anyway. And that is a gift.
Today, my message is this… Most likely you have your own set of irrational quirks. Guaranteed, the people you love have their own, as well. My advice: instead of butting heads against those quirks, and as long as they are not causing the rest of the family undue stress, I’m encouraging you to roll with it. Go ahead and enable those quirks. Yep, I’m talking full-on quirktastic co-dependancy.
Because real, powerful, life-affirming love means “who you are… I love.” And there’s plenty of time for “who you are becoming… I love, too.” But an open discussion of personal quirks within a home or among roommates or close friends seems like good juju to me. Get ’em out there in the open. Respect the quirks, baby!
Example: My mom, God bless her, is a top-calliber cook/home-maker/guest-entertainer. People love to come to her home for meals, conversation, and good coffee. It was a great home to grow up in. But the kitchen is MOM’s domain. You do not mess with the kitchen. I repeat: you DO NOT MESS with the kitchen. Every detail matters. Case in point, when we load the dishwasher, knives go point down, but all other silverware must go eating-end-up, so that as the water rinses off the utinsels it runs DOWN the handle, away from the eating end. That, right there, is a grade-A quirk, in my book. But here’s the deal… this is Mom’s passion. The kitchen is HER arena, and she uses it to love and serve people. And she’s great at it. And we love her for it. So, you know how we express our thanks and love back to momma?
We put the knives pointy-side down and the other utensils eaty-side up.
I don’t know that it makes a lick of difference, but my Mom wants it that way, so… good times.
So, in the spirit of transparency and personal confession (which is good for the soul, I’m told – and makes for more interesting reading), here is a short list of some of my identified quirks. Again, these may not seem rational to you, but that’s not the point. The point is, they seem not only rational but downright IMPORTANT to me… at the time. Of course, it is also therapeutic to be self-aware enough that I can identify when my personal quirk is taking over rationality in my inter-personal interactions. Therefore, here’s a short list from the inner-mind of Joshua Skogerboe:
(1) When beginning to do laundry (which isn’t often – Amy has to shoulder this one most of the time), I must scour the house for every piece of dirty clothes. Like the random sock that ends up under the boy’s bed. The baseball shirt that got wet in the rain and then hung up in the closet when mom and dad weren’t looking. The PJ’s that my seven-year-old took off while in bed and which now are stuffed under his covers instead of in his drawer or the dirty clothes basket. Before I begin, I want to get EVERYTHING together so it can be properly sorted into piles before the process begins. I know it’s borderline OCD. I know. And we have five rowdy boys who, unless herded with a cattle prod, tend to shed their clothes in a moving explosion of laundry, leaving a trail behind them. So my quirk sometimes needs to take backseat to reason to keep that laundry train a’ movin’.
(2) We must eat hot food. This increases exponentially (a) when I cook it, or (b) if I have cooked it upon the grill, or especially (c) if the meal involves eggs or toast. This is peculiar to me in a frighteningly irrational way when it comes to eggs and toast. I would prefer the toast to jump hot out of the toaster into my mouth before it cools in any way. This way I can savor the toasty crunch of the golden brown outer shell and still enjoy the soft core… Mmmmm, toast. But let’s say I put bread into the toaster and get sidetracked with another task, allowing the bread to pop up and sit in said toaster for more than 14 seconds. No good. Bad juju. The toast must be thrown out. I know. Starving kids in China. Consumerism run amok. I’m evil and wasteful and bad. But dude… you GOTTA eat fresh toast. And that is all.
(3) When the family is going to watch a movie, there must be no extraneous shuffling about or donning of jammies or last minute drinks of juice while the previews run. No how. The trailers are sacred nuggets of extra enjoyment BEFORE the actual movie gets started, and I’m not about to concede this moment of extra goodness. Now you kids SIT DOWN and CLOSE YOUR YAPPING MAWS and I mean NOW! We’re going to have some FUN around here, or ELSE! Keep on talkin’… that’s it. I don’t care if you have to pee. WE ARE HAVING FUN RIGHT NOW or, so help me, I’m going to send you to your room for the week with nothing but gruel and cold toast! …wait. Did I say that out loud? Sorry. Quirk alert.
Ahhh. I feel better. Not so much for my confession of irrationality but for the fact that many of you now, surely, are nodding your heads in silent approval. Darn right you get every piece of laundry. No doubt eggs and toast must be consumed within seconds of leaving their implement of cookery. Doggone straight the DVD trailers on family movie night are sacred and must be enjoyed silently or else. Can I get an AMEN?!
OK, your turn… confession is good for you. Besides, we want to laugh at you. Or WITH you, I mean. What are YOUR quirks?
You cannot control other people. Repeat after me… “I cannot control other people.” Good. At the going rate for professional therapy, you all owe me $175.
This may or may not seem elementary, but I’ll tell you why I’m writing about it today… We don’t really believe this.
I want to help you with something that I wrestle with myself. When we are confronted with a conflict of some kind, the kind of conflict that requires a face-to-face let’s-talk-this-out meeting, our job is to do everything possible to steer the ship toward peace with everyone. It’s not about proving your case, or demanding justice, or sticking it to the other guy because you are just so right this time… It’s supposed to be about relational repair. Peace.
That’s what the Bible says, right? Romans 12:18 says straight up: “Live at peace with everyone.”
At least, some of us think that’s what the Biblical standard is. Peace with everyone. At all times. No matter what. Turn the other cheek. Seventy times seven. Logs and specks. You, know… be a doormat for the Lord. This is the path of least resistance. For us to be at peace with everyone, we can’t take a firm position or stand up for ourselves or confront someone if they’ve wronged us, then, right? Because for us to be at peace with everyone, we need everyone to be at peace with us… right?
Repeat after me, “I cannot control other people.” Perfect. That’ll be $350.
Of course Romans 12:18 has more to say than “Live at peace with everyone.” And while I’m certainly not discounting Jesus’ commands to radical forgiveness, cheek-turning, and humility, let’s be clear on what we are and what we are NOT called to do in cases of relational tension.
Roman’s 12:18 in it’s ENTIRETY reads like this: “IF it is possible, and AS FAR AS IT DEPENDS ON YOU, live at peace with everyone.
In other words, it might not always be possible. Paul understands. God understands. Why is this the case? “You cannot control other people.” Plain and simple. God doesn’t hold you accountable for the other person’s behavior OR for their REACTION to your attempts at relational reconcilliation. That’s why this verse is more of a comfort to me than a command. The phrase that liberates me from religious striving for the impossible standard is this: “…as far as it depends on you…”
Some of you need to take that good news to heart. Some of you are locked right now in a relational conflict that you cannot control. Some of you are experiencing deep pain, or are feeling that your inner sense of justice has been violated again and again, because there is someone in your life who refuses to treat you with respect. Some of you are shouldering a heavy weight of guilt because you feel like you can’t fix it. And you’re not at peace. And you’re supposed to be at peace with people.
Once again, and I won’t even bill you for it… “I cannot control other people.”
Jesus wants you to lay that guilt down. And I don’t mean to put words in His mouth… that’s dangerous ground. But I can be confident in this case, because we are not called to shoulder the responsibility for other people’s sinful behavior. If you are weighed down by a broken relationship, I have good news.
First Jesus says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28) You are not called to take responsibility for other people’s relational baggage. Lay it down.
Second, Paul says, “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you…” You re not called to take responsibility for other people’s relational baggage. Lay it down.
Our part is hard enough. In fact, our part is impossible. Seventy times seven is an idiom meaning “forever, without end.” How often should we go on forgiving people according to Matthew 18:22? Forever. And if you’re in a broken relationship with another person who is continuing to wound you or treat you with disrespect or disregard, neverending forgiveness might sound impossible all on it’s own, to say nothing of restoring that relationship to peace. But that is where Jesus strength is made perfect in you – when you are weak. And that is where, abiding in Christ, we are being transformed into His likeness with ever increasing glory. Neverending forgiveness may seem impossible. But it’s not intended to be something that you give and give and give to the OTHER person… It is something that you RELEASE from yourself again and again.
Release the need to control the situation. Release the need to see justice come down on the offending other party. Release the feeling that your reputation – or more significant, your identity – is dictated by this other person. Forgiveness is a command of God because He wants to protect your heart. From bitterness and self-centeredness and self-pity and from sin.
So, with God’s help, let go of the need to hold the other guy accountable. Your mom may never change. That coworker or classmate may continue to treat you badly. Your spouse may not be the person you dreamed they would become if only you loved them enough. Forgive them – and let God be their judge. Over and over. Forever. As far as it depends on you.
But that is as far as you can go. As far as it depends on you. Because you cannot control other people.
This does NOT mean you forget. This does NOT mean you continue to put yourself in a position to be wounded. This does NOT mean you don’t stand up for yourself when necessary. This does NOT mean you have to be a doormat for the Lord.
“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”
If peace is not possible, it is NOT your fault. If you have forgiven and extended kindness and it is rejected or met with contempt, it is NOT your fault. As far as it depends on you.
I was mowing the lawn and listening to a message from Rob Bell. I remember the spot. I was between those two pine trees in our yard where it is hard to twist the mower into the right position without scratching up your elbows on the branches. I remember it, I think, because sometimes when you hear something significant that grabs your attention and rings your proverbial bell (no pun intended), the moment is preserved like a snapshot. I had to stand still for a moment. The implications were deep and far reaching. With the muted hum of the mower fighting for my attention behind the earbuds of my iPod, Rob’s words rang in my head, and my heart began to swell in resonnance…
“The Church is not called to be the moral police of the world.”
I think… I think this is right. I really do. I think not only is is right, it is important. In fact, I think the evangelical Church has often hurt the cause of sharing the gospel and loving people well because we’re too busy judging those who aren’t even on the team.
Let this idea ring in your mind a bit. You – your church – are not called to pour out judgment on the unbelieving world. How does that make you feel? Are you nodding your head in agreement? Are you concerned – blood pressure rising – because this sounds like cheap-grace pandering to the lowest common moral denominator? Or option three… you honestly don’t know what to think. Should the church proclaim the high moral values that the Bible makes clear, or do we save the moral judgments for the pulpit on Sunday morning? Or… is there another way?
Just take note of how you feel. “The Church is not called to be the moral police of the world.”
If you have a problem with Rob Bell, get in line. Thousands of blog posts and articles have and will continue to examine Pastor Bell’s theological positions with regard to orthodox Christian beliefs. This is not one of those posts. This isn’t about the man. It’s about the idea. “The Church is not called to be the moral police of the world.”
Why does this matter? Because the world is broken. People are hurting. Marriages are stressed, and as people who are far from God try to find peace through relationships, chemicals, distractions, and financial sucess, they often realize that in their core… when it’s quiet… something is still unsettled. God wired us with a conscience and with a need for peace that can only be met by the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ.
So many people are wounded, lost, scared, and faking it. They need God’s love, and they already know they don’t measure up. They know this isn’t working.
So this becomes a discussion of church methodology, and personal evangelism, and just how we ought to relate to our coworkers and fellow soccer moms and little league dads and neighbors. I believe that grace and love, in and because of Jesus, has more life-changing power than moralizing and finger-pointing. If you want to assure that your gay neighbor will never set foot inside the doors of your church, just treat him with contempt. If you want to be sure that the twenty-something administrastive assistant in the cubicle around the corner from you who just moved in with her boyfriend feels unwelcome to come to your church, be sure to offer your unsolicited opinion about shacking up.
Now before you think I’m a conflict-avoider who is advocating a jello-for-backbone approach to morality and culture, let me be clear: I’m a huge fan of living out your convictions with clarity and integrity. I’m not saying we should have no discernable values. On the contrary. I am saying that I agree with Rob Bell here in that just BECAUSE we have strong moral guidelines – Biblical guidelines – we are not necessarily called to FOIST those moral guidelines on those who are not yet a part of the Kingdom of God through a relationship with Jesus.
Real-life parallel: Isaac, our 10-year-old, made the Texas Rangers this year. Plymouth, MN, Little League style. His coach is a man’s man, a leader, and is all about developing disciplined young men of character who also happen to be outstanding ball players.
Games start at 6PM. Players need to be on the field at 5:10PM. Players who arrive at 5:12… sit. This is about Team values. It’s about being there when you’re told to be there. It’s about discipline.
As a Seminary student coming into the end of a crazy busy year, I haven’t been able to stay through every 2-hour game this season. Often I come in half way through the 3rd inning to cheer on the team. Never once has the coach chewed me out for lacking the proper degree of passion for the game or for having the wrong priorities. Why? Because I’m not on the Team. Now, I don’t enjoy the benefits of the Team either. If I jogged out to second base some game-day afternoon, expecting to cover the infield for the boys, Coach would have some direct words for me, I’m sure. But neither does he hold me accountable to the Team rules. When coach yells “Hustle!” between innings as the boys take their positions, he’s talking to the Team, not to me.
Too simple? I mean when we talk about morality and spiritual guidelines, aren’t there ETERNAL consequences on the line?
Yes. There are eternal souls at stake. So we better get this right. In fact, Paul clarifies in 1 Corinthians 5 that not only are we not to judge the unbelievers we rub shoulders with, we ought to intentionally build relationships with them. THAT is the Biblical plan. No bullhorns. Relationships. No contempt. Love. We are not the world’s moral police.
Save your judgement for those inside the church who call themselves “brothers,” but refuse to live by the Word and the Spirit. There is a place for judgement – within the relational family of the local congregation, where we sharpen each other in love, with humility, and with the goal of redemption. Look at 1 Corinthians 5:12-13…
“For what have I to do with judging outsiders? Is it not those inside the church whom you are to judge? God judges those outside.”
We can’t expect those who aren’t children of God to live like they are. If we do, we risk alienating wounded, broken, hurting people who are searching for peace and don’t know how to find it.
It is true that Peter’s message in Acts to the unbelieving crowd in Jerusalem pulled no punches. “You killed God. Repent…” he said. And it is also true that many spirit-led, Christ-honoring revivals have been sparked by the clear message, “Repent, for the Kingdom of God is near.” I know this is true, and I don’t discount that God uses clear Law and Gospel preaching even to reach the hearts of strangers and outsiders who have never thought they would set foot in the door of a church. Sometimes, the Spirit leads, and the Law must be preached.
But I’m not talking about revival meetings and street-preaching miracles here. I’m talking about Thursday afternoon. I’m talking about work tomorrow. I’m talking about that guy who waits tables with you and is far more open about his personal romantic expoits than you’d ever want him to be. Those people don’t need policemen to fix them first. They need to be introduced to Jesus now – while they are yet sinners – because Jesus is pursuing relationship with them now. As long as it is called Today.
The Word and the Spirit will do their refining work on the hearts of those who are on the Team. But let’s not hold the crowd outside the fence to the Team standard. Let’s invite them onto the Team first.
I couldn’t breathe. I just sat in the pew next to her with my jaw clenched. There were eternal consequences here, I thought. I couldn’t belive this was happening. I could feel her retreating from the church – retreating from Jesus.
He was a potential candidate for the now vacant Senior Pastor position in the church where I served as the Worship and Arts director. He was being seriously considered for a call, and this was his day to preach.
She was a relative of a relative. Visiting our church. She NEVER went to church. But this was her day. Prayers, the Spirit, and circumstance brought her here. Could have been the most important day in her life, and she didn’t even know it. She was wounded, hurting, lost. She needed Jesus. She needed “Come to me, all who are weary…”
He was a jerk.
It is one thing to preach the Law in all of it’s sterness to awaken the souls of the complacent and pierce the hearts of the defiant IN ORDER THAT they might receive the life-giving Gospel truth: Jesus has already paid our penalty, we have hope, it is finished. It is another thing to revel in the preaching of the Law. To wield it like a clumsy weapon, clubbing the saints and the searching alike. As if guilt were a better indicator of healthy spiritual life than love.
I realized early in the message she would never come here again. Truth be told, I had decided early in the message that if he took the call, I would not come here again, either. But now I felt hope slipping away and angry walls being built, brick by brick. He was railing. Railing against those who would defile their body with tattoos. Spit in the face of God by piercing their bodies, His temple. Those who would wear their sin proudly like a badge of honor in their dark clothing and Doc Martin boots and heavy eye make-up. How shameful they were. How disgusting their vanity and rebellion must look to God.
She shifted uncomfortably, uncrossing her legs to lower her Doc Martins under the pew. Her plaid flannel sleeves weren’t long enough to cover the ink spilling down her forearm and onto her wrist. She was ashamed. Then she was angry. Then she was gone.
I have never – NEVER – forgotten the lesson of that day, but I’ve never written about it. Here I am in a Lutheran Seminary, learning how to divide all of scripture into two distinct categories: LAW and GOSPEL. God has given us the Law to kill our self-reliance and to point us to the cross. And as a fifth (sixth… more than that?) generation Lutheran, I’ve been taught that the Gospel without the Law is cheap grace. People need to be confronted with their sin before they are ready to receive the Gospel. True conversion involves repentance. We die to self before we are reborn.
That “but” has big implications. I have feared pushing against centuries of Lutheran orthodoxy and thousands of Spirit-led theologians who would warn me that in this regard, there are no “buts.” Law, then Gospel. LAW, then Gospel.
Sometimes, people already know they are broken. Sometimes, people are aware that they don’t measure up. Sometimes people come to church expecting God to view them the way this clumsy, angry, mean-spirited preacher viewed them. And to them Jesus says, “Come…”
Why is this? It is because He created us to be in a relationship with Himself, for His glory and our enjoyment. It is not unholy or selfish to seek to enjoy God. He crafted us with a longing to be satisfied. And NOTHING satisfies like the enjoyment of God Himself. As we express that enjoyment in worship, thanksgiving, service, obedience, and praise, God gets glory. And the two great longings in the universe are simultaneously met. Man hungers to be satisfied, God desires to be glorified. And God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him.
So I look at the great God-story of the Bible. And I see how it all points to Jesus. And I believe it is the GREATEST truth in all of time – and that people everywhere need to hear it. And I look at the beginning of the story. And I see God there, “In the beginning…” And I see the beginning of man. And I notice something important…
Adam was created in God’s image, bearing His likeness in a personality and a desire for relationship… and God said it was very good. They walked together in the garden and had face-to-face relationship. It was very good. And this is the relationship mankind was created to have with God. This was God’s intent from the start, and it is His desire now.
And all of this is solidified before Genesis chapter 3.
Why is it we start out as preachers and street evangelists, wielding our bullhorns and pointing our fingers from the pulpits, and we start at Genesis chapter 3?
“She took of its fruit and ate, and she gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate.”
It is true. Because of that day, and because of all of the days between then and now that man has spent serving himself instead of our gracious creator God, everybody takes their first breath on earth as a sinner. Disconnected from that “walk in the Garden… and it was very good” relationship. We are hopelessly broken and unable to make our way back to God. And that is why Jesus’ death on the cross is the centerpoint of history. And that is why people need Jesus – to be rescued from themselves. And that is why well-meaning evangelicals swing their clubs of condemnation. They want people who don’t even realize they need saving to be saved. So the Law must do its heart-breaking work. To break up the hard-packed earth of the hearts of men, so that the Gospel seed might take root and grow and bear much fruit.
Sometimes people are broken and they know it already. Must we always skip over the first two chapters of Genesis? Must it always be LAW, then Gospel?
The message I have heard for so many years often sounds like this… (1) You are a sinner. Your sin is ugly, and it separates you from God. There is nothing you can do to avoid eternal judgment. You are condemned by your sin. (2) Jesus came to pay the price for that sin. On the cross, your sin was crucified with Him. When he rose from the dead, He announced once and for all that forgiveness has triumphed. Because of Jesus, we are forgiven, and we can be with Him in heaven forever.
You know what? This isn’t the whole story. I submit that when we LEAD with the LAW, we beat up already wounded souls. Not every time. But often. Way too often. I propose proclaiming a message, over a lifetime of biblical preaching, that looks more like this:
(1) God loves you. He created you for a purpose. God is zealously pursuing a relationship with you, and He will rejoice over you when you turn to Him. This is what we are here for. To enjoy the love of God. God is a pursuing God, and you are made in His image. He wants to restore you to your created purpose.
(2) Sin mucked it all up. God is Holy and can’t be around sin. He is righteousness, and He cannot tolerate sin. Therefore, your sin separates you from Him, and nothing you can do can change that. You will never be “good enough” for God.
(3) In light of Genesis 1 & 2 – in light of your created purpose – God made a way to redeem your soul. Jesus death on the cross was payment for your sin. Repent of your selfishness and self-reliance. God has been pursuing you because He longs to be in relationship with you. Jesus is the answer. There is hope for even you.
Evangelicals will face judgment for the souls they have driven away from God with their clumsy handling of the Law.
Yes, the proud need to be broken. But not by us. By the truth of the Word and the work of the Holy Spirit. And not all who hear us preach believe they don’t need God in their life. Some come to hear because they simply have no idea how to find Him. Some come to hear because they already consider themselves a screw-up. Those people need to hear Jesus call, “Come, all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest…” And they need to know God is pursuing them.
Some of you are clenching your jaw right now. You feel this is dangerous ground, and that I stand at the precipice of a slippery slope. We cannot soften the full weight of the Law. We cannot compromise. We cannot settle for “gospel-light” just because it’s what people want to hear.
I submit that your uncomfortability may come from the evangelical culture you have been steeped in. What I am saying is rooted in scripture. God created us as deeply valued sons, born with a purpose first. THEN sin broke the ideal. First God created and it was very good. THEN sin separated us from Him. Some people will reject God because the church FIRST reflects His judgment rather than His love. I believe more souls will be willing to hear the truth of their sin and their need for Jesus if they FIRST hear the truth that God loves them, considers them deeply valuable, and that he is pursuing a restored relationship with them out of his zealous love for us.
It’s not all about us. It’s about Him. And when more souls are saved, and more hearts are set free and restored to their created purpose, God receives more glory. He loved first. It has been this way since Genesis 1 and 2. Not just since the 3rd chapter, when we stood condemned by our sin.
So back to that day in the church pew, with my jaw clenched, and the tat-covered, lip-pierced girl sitting next to me…
I wonder what would have happened that day if the message surprised her, instead of confirming her suspicions. “Yep, I am rotten. Yep, the church is all about making sure I know that. Yep, I thought this would be uncomfortable. No way am I coming back to hear this stuff again.”
What would have happened if she would have heard how valuable she is to God? That there is hope for her, and that she has been created by a God who knows her personally with all of her failings and rebellion, and still pursues her.
Tomorrow (Friday, May 13), a number of Christians on Twitter will be using the hashtag #4Giveness to connect with those outside of the church who have been pushed away from God by His people. If this post resonnates with you, read this from my friend Chris Goforth, and join us tomorrow.
Too often the people of God have beaten people up with the Law as if WE don’t need it anymore, and it is meant to be applied as judgment to the sinners “out there.” Too often we have stiff-armed people, making the gospel difficult to reach by way of a long trail of guilt and shame. Jesus says “Come…” It is simple. It is very good.
It is time to tell people that God is loving God who is pursuing them.
“I know I’m right. And no, this isn’t an issue of excess pride. Scripture is clear. And yet, here you are, expressing what you think is a valid opinion to the contrary. No. Having a favorite ice cream flavor… THAT is an opinion. But this is in the Bible. This is indisputable. I’m right about this right here.”
Pick your favorite hot button theological issue. Or your strongest opinnion on church methodology. You know you’ve got one. Everybody’s got one. Now, stir up some of that internal tension… just picture your most vocal adversary on this issue and instert yourself into a conversation wherein you use the paragraph above. Got it?
Good. Now I’m sure you can rustle up your favorite verses that back up your point of view. Go ahead… access the memory banks. Take your sword from its scabbord. Good. Now are you ready to defend your ground? Steel yourself for conflict. Jude 1:3 tells us to contend for the faith. This is that moment. Are you up to the task?
You are now in the right frame of mind to read this post. I’m talking to you right now.
“A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” (Proverbs 15:1)
“If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all.” (Romans 12:18)
“I pray that they will all be one, just as you and I are one–as you are in me, Father, and I am in you. And may they be in us so that the world will believe you sent me.” (John 17:21)
“Remind them of these things, and charge them before God not to quarrel about words, which does no good, but only ruins the hearers.” (2 Timothy 2:14)
“And the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome, butkind to everyone,able to teach, patiently enduring evil, correcting his opponentswith gentleness. God may perhaps grant them repentance leading to a knowledge of the truth…” (2 Timothy 2:24-25)
A few months ago now, I saw a contentious theological discussion on Facebook in which someone made the comment, “Truth at all costs.” Really? At all costs? Like the eternal soul of your opponent? All costs? I immediately thought back to something a mentor of mine once said at a worship leadership conference…
“Sometimes I can just be SO RIGHT that I roll right over people… with the authority of the Lord. That crushes love. LOVE is the first commandment, not ‘thou shalt be right for my name’s sake.'”
I had this clever blog post all planned out. But I think it would better if you just read those verses above one more time. That’s really all I want to say. Yes, I belive in absolute truth, and I believe in living with strong convictions, and I know there is a time to confront and a time to contend. But without love, we’re just a clanging gong.
This is a poem and a sermon and a reminder and a painting and a song and a promise…
Love means dying, and being reborn. Before her, I stayed out of the minefields and I ran from the storms. But this new life with Amy is something else. Don’t give up on me, Amy. When the shadowlands come, I’ll remind you whose you are, and I’ll ask for God’s help to be who I am.
I’m in love with my girl, and I thank God. Everyday.
I’m in Seminary right now, working towards becoming a Pastor. And I’ve been a part of church staff and leadership teams for alomst 17 years now. That makes it hard for me to see Christianity from an outside perspective. I’m about as inside as they come. I’m asking for help from some of you outside the “church crowd.”
I’m not going to make you my personal evangelism project if you comment here. I’m just looking to understand people well, so I can serve them well when the time comes. Can you help me out?
So here’s my question: what keeps you away from church? If anything might make you reconsider, what would it be?
There are life-defining days. And more than physical location, or educational progress, or vocational advancement, I look back on my days and see a long tapestry of relationships. The places I see twists and turns in the storyline of my life are mostly relational markers, as friends come and go, and family struggles through dark days and celebrates the good ones together.
Through it all… AMY. * insert radiant smile here *
There was the summer visit to a small Lutheran Bible School in Plymouth, MN, in the summer of 1990 when I would first meet my future bride. She was already a student there, now in their summer training week to be sent out in a Summer Ministry Team. I was a new recruit… potential incoming first year student fresh out of high school. She made an impression.
I registered. I remember September in the new school. Playing games with students in the dorms. Going out to eat with a rowdy crowd of friends. Flirting. A lot.
Then September 27, 1990… We put it out on the table. We walked down by the lake. We said things out loud. We talked for hours.
By the end of that school year I was in love. And this is why I believe in miracles…she was, too.
Now more than half of my life has been hers. And I feel like all the days before I met her were leading up to the day when I did. Amy is beautiful, strong-hearted, quick-witted, adventurous, playful, deeply serious about faith and family, a lover of her boys, and a lover of me. I’m in awe that this is true – as much today as I was in November of ’93. I’ve never met another person so passionate about living out the full faith life Jesus promises in John 10:10 – and doing it with enthusiasm and purpose.
As I often say, and will shout from the roof today, “I married UP!” If you’ve never met my Amy, I can’t wait until you do. She renews my faith in the Almighty’s ability to do the impossible. Sure, she’ll tell you it was a combination of my rock hard abs, charming sense of humor, fashion sense, and technical prowess on the drums that reeled her in. But let’s be real here. Me getting to spend my one life with this beautiful, amazing woman… it’s a miracle of the Lord.
WOW!You can see forever up here. Looking down on all the little people. I love it up here.
Man, this seat of scoffers is comfy, too, the way it cradles my hind end. Like it was built just for me. I had it custom fitted here on top of this high horse. Which is awesome. I love getting up on this baby, and then we stand up here… on top of this pedestal. Good times. So glad I hardly ever sin anymore. That makes it way easier to judge all of you without feeling guilty. This works out great, too, because from up on this here high horse, on top of the pedestal I’ve erected, my very vantage point makes it impossible to even see you people without looking down on you. So that’s working out sweet.
* insert prolonged barfing here *
To my non-Christian friends, can I just say that if I’m ever up on my high horse, hair blowing in the breeze (like Fabio), pecs bulging and loose fitted oxford unbuttoned to mid-sterum (like Fabio), you have permission to hit me in the face with a goose (like Fabio). This is all going to tie together into one glorious metaphorical union in a few paragraphs. I promise.
I’m not afraid of heights, per se. It’s more like a fear of falling from high places. And honestly, it’s really more about the landing than the falling, to be specific. But even with my weebers about falling from high places, I DO enjoy the occasional adrenaline rush of a good rollercoaster. Oh man. The higher, the faster, the gut-wrenching-er the better, baby. There’s nothing like the crushing g-force shift of being perched on top of the world, taking a leisurly perusal of the neighboring states, and then hurling over the drop at 90 mph into the abyss. Adrenaline junkies, can I get an AMEN?!
And as much as I love a great rollercoaster ride, it is possible that I love the ironic happenings of March 27, 1999, even more. There sat Fabio. Front row. Hands alternately behind the safety bar, waving to fans, and flipping that cascading golden mane. In all of his pectoral glory. It’s the inaugural run of the new “Apollo’s Chariot” roller coaster in Busch Gardens Williamsburg. During the first drop over the 210 foot descent, Fabio Lanzoni killed a goose. With his face.
I’ll never forget hearing the news later that night. Picture me eating pizza with friends… “So. Did you hear Fabio killed a goose with his face on a rollercoaster today?” Now picture me with Diet Dr. Pepper shooting out of my nose. That’s pretty much how it went down.
Might be my favorite news item of the 90’s. I mean, it probably would have killed a regular guy – probably would have taken my head clean off. Thank goodness that goose connected with the regal countenace of the iron-necked wonder.
But all of this reminiscing has a point, after all. And I mean to say this for both my non-believing friends who are sick of feeling the judgment of the church folks you rub shoulders with, and for my fellow Christians who have gotten comfy up here, looking down on the little people from our lofty vantage point…
The truth is… WE ARE JUST LIKE YOU. I’m not talking to sinners and non-sinners, here. I’m talking to sinners… and other sinners. We’re all just sinners. NO ONE is entitled to a comfy ride on the their high horse. NO ONE has earned the right to look down on the regular people… we’re all regular people.
Psalm 32 (written by David, one of my heroes) starts like this…
“Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man against whom the Lord counts no iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit.”
Thank goodness he didn’t start with, “Blessed is the one who has never sinned before,” or, “blessed is the one who will never sin again.” I’d be OFF that list. And so would you. In fact, Jesus is the only man who would make the cut. But it doesn’t say that.
Martin Luther writes about this Psalm and notes that even the saints are sinners. They can’t become holy, forgiven, and reconnected with God without acknowledging that fact before the Lord. Apart from our best efforts (which can’t get us anywhere with God), Jesus alone covers our sin. Luther writes…
“In short, our righteousness is called (in plain language) the forgiveness of our sins… All the saints are sinners and remain sinners. But they are holy because God in His grace neither sees nor counts these sins, but forgets, forgives, and covers them. There is thus no distinction between the saints and the non-saints.”
Did you catch that last little bit? NO DISTINCTION. We’re all sinners. We’re all regular people.
“They are sinners alike and all sin daily, only that the sins of the holy are covered not counted; and the sins of the unholy are counted not covered… both of them are truly wounded, truly sinners…”
So, um, I’m gonna just get out of this comfy seat up here, and climb down off this here high horse and, um, take the zip line down from this here pedestal. Because the only difference between me and my non-believing friends is JESUS. Still sinning. Don’t want to. But when it comes to my relationship with God, and he look at me, JESUS has covered my sins, and the Father doesn’t see them at all.
To my unbelieving friends… please give me a smack if I ever come across as if I’m on some higher plane than you. I’m not. You and I BOTH need Jesus. And this isn’t to say that sin doesn’t matter. Quite the opposite. But we can’t fix it. Only Jesus can cover, remove, clean up, and remake us. From this eye-ball-to-eyeball vantage point, I’m asking you to talk to me about why Jesus matters. But it’s not because I’m any better than you, or that my sins are any less significant than yours. I’m just forgiven.
And to my fellow Christians…If you survey your surroundings and realize you’ve been looking down on all the little people below you, surveying your surroundings from the top of the coaster… the High Horse Express…it’s time to come on down. And if you’ve gotten a little bit too cozy in that custum made seat of scoffers, God has a way of humbling the proud. I’ve seen the forecast. It’s going to be thick with geese all week.