Words from WW Blog

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” (2 Corinthians 5:17)

It is a summer of newness. New basketball players who are new, or almost new, to the sport. Like me appearing on the beach after a winter of wearing warm clothing, my skin so white it hurt the eyes to see me, I have basketball players who are completely untanned from any exposure to the game of basketball.

One new player doesn’t understand the differences between a zone defense and a man-to-man defense. When we play zone, she chases another player around the court like she’s trying to catch a rabbit, and when we play man-to-man, she’s as immovable as a stone statue.

Four other players believe it is mandatory that they dribble the basketball with their right hand when they get it! I’m taking the air out of the basketball for practice! My guess is that most of them will still try to dribble it.

New ventures have their bumps and oops. No one is a natural basketball player. The fundamentals need to be understood and taught in order for the new player to see how the basics all fit together to make the student into a player.

The same principle could be applied to new believers in Jesus. No one on their own understands the grace of God, the cross of Christ, or the forgiveness of sin. To a new follower of Jesus there needs to be discipling, teaching, modeling, and coaching.

When I put a new basketball player on the court without instruction or guidance, chaos is likely to happen. They could be playing defense when we’re on offense, run with the ball instead of dribbling it, shoot at the wrong basket, throw to the wrong team, stand in the wrong place, decide to go to the restroom even though they are new of the players in the game. Weird things happen when new players try to function in a game they don’t quite understand yet.

New followers of Jesus can end up creating their own understanding of the gospel as a result of not being discipled in the true gospel. They may have done some watching of how people who say they are Christians act, what they do, and the words they say. In other words they may be able to learn the language of Christianity, the actions of the Christian faith, and the looks of the faith, but not understand the reason for the Christian faith. They might understand parts, but not the whole.

When you come to think about it, that was a problem that was evident in the early churches to which Paul wrote his epistles. The Galatians had their Judaizers who didn’t understand grace. The Corinthians…well, they had a lot of warts that they didn’t seem to see, resulting in a theology that was more warped than that old record album that was left too close to the fire. The Colossians needed some guidance on the divine nature of Jesus, and the Thessalonians needed some clarification on what happens to people who have died.

Newness needs shaping. I’d better say that, but better. Newness needs grace-filled shaping. There’s a new person who has been created through Jesus. Who they have been is being redefined by who they now are. In many ways, they are the same people, but they now have a new purpose, a new understanding of who they are and why they are.

“Listen, my son, to your (grand) father’s instruction and do not forsake your (grand) mother’s teaching.” (Proverbs 1:8)

My oldest grandchild graduated from high school a week ago. He had turned 18 just thirteen days before that. That’s a lot going on in a short amount of time. Here is what I said to him before the ceremony…with additional comments added, because that’s what pastors do…get wordy!

Dear Jesse,

I can’t believe you’ve reached that point on your journey where you can proudly hold that high school diploma up (Although the school hadn’t actually put it in your nice-looking folder yet.). Congratulations, oldest grandson!

As you go forward, two simple pieces of advice that I hope you’ll keep in mind. Notice that I said simple. They are, and yet it is extremely easy to lose one’s perspective and drift away from them. I, for one, have drifted more often like a six-year-old drifting away from the boys’ clothes and toward the Legos in Target.

So, first of all, Jesse, make it a priority to do what GOD needs you to do before YOU get enamored with doing what YOU want to do. A life that honors God is one that keeps that in mind. The world will always tempt you to do what you want to do. Most of the time, that means doing what the culture wants you to do and what it wants you to be. Remembering who you are, a follower of Jesus saved by the grace of God through the sacrificial love displayed on the cross, is easy to drift away from. God needs you to be a devoted follower of Christ. You are precious in His eyes, but also pivotal for the achieving of His purposes.

And second, Jesse, what God wants you to do, simply put, is what you need to do. He won’t force it on you, but please understand if He is able to create the universe out of nothing, He is more than able to navigate for you the course for your life, a way that will be fulfilling and purposeful, impactful for generations to come.

However, the challenge is being able to filter the wants of God to stand alone from the wants of Jesse. As we grow in our relationship with Jesus, you’ll discover that your wants and God’s will align more and more. Such alignment brings with it challenges, but also an inner peace that your life is God-honoring.

Jesse, what you need to do is what god wants you to do. Blessings on you as you begin the next part of the journey.

Love You!

Granddad

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:19-21)

I took an armload of books to the public library yesterday. They have a place where donated books can be left. So…with tears…and a prayer as if I was standing at a grave site, I left them for future unknown readers. If I had a handful of dirt in my hand, I would have thrown it on the covers.

Books are my chocolate, my weakness. Amazon makes it too easy. Garage sales are like going on a hunt for buried treasure. Of course, I haven’t read all the books that I have. Many of them have been a part of my library since Moby Dick was a minnow. They make creaking sounds as I open their covers. The pages have yellowed. Dangling threads reveal a time when book covers were made differently.

Giving up books is like giving up my tickets to a Colorado Rockies game. No, just kidding on that one. It would be more like giving up my first-class seat on a transatlantic flight and having me sit between two toddlers who persist in synchronized bawling. So…understand that taking that armload of literature to the library is a step toward maturity.

Honestly, if I passed away in the next few days, Carol would box up almost all of the books and donate them to the library. They wouldn’t survive past the viewing! So…I’m the one who is obsessed. Carol would be ready to turn the page, so to speak.

Each of us has something that could be labeled as our kryptonite, the thing that we treasure to excess. The thing we envision being a part of heaven’s mansion. For some, it might be a pantry of cookies and baked goods. For others, it’s a vault filled with cash and bonds. For still others, it’s family pictures that tell of past journeys and blessings.

What is it that gets stored up? What is it that I think twice about parting with? What is it that would not survive a catastrophe? The harsh, honest truth is that most of our treasures will end up on the curb, at Goodwill, or given to someone who will end up putting them in a box and dumping them in the far corner of the basement. Although our treasures have value to us, in the eyes of others they are junk or, at best, a bother.

What does have value is our relationship with Jesus? Although others may not comprehend its priceless significance, our relationship with Jesus will neither rust nor tatter. Thieves can’t take it. Judgmental people can’t render a verdict against it. Pessimists can’t peck away at it. It’s a treasure that retains its value…for eternity.

It’s painful, but I’m on a mission to lessen the number of books on my shelves and increase the volume of my intensity with Jesus.