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WORDS FROM W.W. November 4, 2009
“Having A Starbucks Image”
I recently read a new book by Bryant Simon, a professor of History and American Studies at Temple University, entitled Everything But The Coffee: Learning About America From Starbucks. I frequent Starbucks, so it was an interesting book exploring different emphases of the business.
Simon makes the point that everything a person sees and encounters in any Starbucks establishment has a purpose behind it. The seating arrangement, the placing of overly-expensive espresso machines, the CD’s situated by the cash registers, the language that is used to order a drink . . . everything has a purpose behind it.
The purpose of each element is pointed towards the main strategy of creating a certain image in the customer’s mind. Starbucks wants each person to feel special. It puts within the reach of a large part of our population certain products, and sells us on the idea that purchasing these products will make us feel . . . special.
To understand that best let me use a different business establishment. Think fast food hamburgers! My guess is that every one of us has been in a hamburger place and felt like we were imposing on the employees in just being there. There was an absence of specialness . . . even if what we ordered had “special sauce” on it.
Starbucks sells us on the idea that we are special, “and these are the things special people drink and buy.”
Bryant Simon visited 425 Starbucks outlets in nine countries in his research for the book. I have to filter his observations a little bit because of his increasing irritation with the company, but the one observation that stuck with me is that Starbucks creates an image, protects that image, but sometimes keeps the image propped up when there is no commitment to its messages.
Starbucks touts itself as eco-friendly, but I can’t remember the last time I was in a Starbucks and they asked me if I wanted a coffee mug that could be washed afterwards. It’s always a Starbucks cup that is just 10% recycled material. In other words, for a business that trumpets “being green” there isn’t much substance underneath the statement.
This article, however, is not meant to be a Starbucks bashing session. (I took my own mug there this morning for some java!) It’s meant to be a teachable moment for the church.
We need to ask ourselves “Are we conveying an image that we really aren’t willing to live out?” The church of Jesus Christ can communicate how wonderful we are, but are their feet underneath the veneer?
A number of years ago a friend of mine had a picture of himself standing next to Ronald Reagan. It was a great picture, and I wondered where he and the former president had been in the same place for the photo op. But the closer I looked at it the more I realized he was making a life-size cardboard cut-out of the president look like real life. It was as fake as a three-dollar bill.
The body of believers must have deep-rooted commitment to what we say we’re about and what we really are about. Otherwise we risk being a spiritual version of Starbucks- all fluff and foam but limited authenticity.

WORDS FROM W.W. October 28, 2009
“Wishing I Was There”

Living in Colorado has its benefits (Except today as I look outside at the snow that is falling. Snow in October just isn’t right!) I step out my front door each morning and gaze at Pike’s Peak. I love the low humidity, and the significant drop in the mosquito population compared to Michigan. God has opened up doors for me to coach basketball at the middle school and high school just a couple of blocks away from our house. There is a lot of upside to life in “these neck of the woods.”
The downside is separation from my mom and dad, sister and brother, and attached uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces, and nephews. It’s especially hard these past couple of years as my mom and dad have experienced so many hospital stays they almost have had a room named after them.
It’s a “deep aching from a distance.” Distance creates anxiety and uncertainty. It also has a way of putting a pinch of guilt into the recipe. I’m proceeding with my life, my ministry, my day-to-day routines even as my mom and dad are facing daily struggles. There’s something unsettling about that.
In the unrest of this week’s struggles from southern Ohio, I got on-line to see about getting a quick flight in from Colorado Springs to Columbus. The price, although hefty, didn’t drive me away. It was the way I would have to get there. Immediate need is not a good situation. I would have had to fly from Colorado Springs… to Houston… to Charlotte…to Detroit…to Columbus. A delay at any of those would have cooked my goose…the non-flying kind!
The immediate concern is my mom’s deteriorating memory and mobility. (My sister said Mom asked her where “Billy Dean” was yesterday- a name she hasn’t called me since I was knee-high to a grasshopper.) And in the midst of that situation, my dad’s servant spirit is taking its toll on him. He has had significant cardiac issues, but his wife of 62 years has needs that he can’t- and doesn’t want to- be blind to.
Thank God that my sister and brother-in-law live right down the street! They are a part of the daily battles of confusion, emotional breakdowns, and physical ailments that Mom is having.
Meanwhile I can only offer that I wish I was there. I took some solace reading in several of the Apostle Paul’s letters that he felt some of the same aching and desires. For example he told the believers in Colossae “For though I am absent from you in the body, I am present with you in spirit and delight to see how orderly you are and how firm your faith in Christ is.” (Colossians 2:5) To the Thessalonians he wrote “…When we were torn away from you for a short time (in person, not in thought), out of our intense longing we made every effort to see you. (1 Thessalonians 2:17) In most of Paul’s writings that sense of longing echoes from the pages.
Distance is difficult, and it has taken me a short distance…from standing to kneeling.
It’s amazing how the episodes of our lives can keep driving us to our knees.
An almost-dad praying for his expectant wife and child that she is precariously carrying in her womb.
A mom praying for her son who is heading to Afghanistan.
A child praying for his dad to arrive home safely in the midst of a winter storm.
A church praying for renewal.
A friend praying for his buddy who is spiritually distant.
And so even though the aching is still deep, I go to my knees for my mom and my dad.

WORDS FROM W.W. October 22, 2009
“Satanic Church Signs
Last week I was going to change what was on our church marquee. As I strolled to the far side of the sign I discovered that someone had taken blue paint and put the name “Satan” on that side of the marquee. After the scrub brush and Ajax did their job I thought a lot about the contrasts of the situation:
• Satan on the church sign.
• Satan being noticed more than anything else on the church sign.
• Some people feeling un-intimidated to boldly paint Satanic graffiti on the church.
• Darkness invading light (In fact, our marquee is lit up!)
• Proclaiming hope is under-valued by some of the people that need it the most.
One word, one name, caused me to do a lot of thinking. My office administrator would tell you that it put me off-stride for the rest of the day.
It used to be that a church was considered sacred space. Whether someone ever darkened the doors of any church they still viewed church property as a place that was not to be disturbed. That day has gone bye-bye like a flock of geese flying south for a long winter.
“Sacred” isn’t what it used to be…even though it is!
More than the name of the Deceiver on our sign is the disturbing thoughts I’ve experienced about the impact of the church on the community. One of the foundational beliefs that I hold about the church is that it is called to make a difference…outside the walls…in the world…in the community…in the lives of people that the Body of Christ comes into contact with. For example, there is an elderly couple that live a block from our church building. Neither of them has ever been inside our building, but when the husband had a stroke the wife called our church and asked if I could visit him in the hospital. Since then we’ve had people from our church visit them at their home, take cookies to them, pray with them. This week I took communion to them. Our students are going to go rake the leaves in their yard this Sunday. That’s a picture for me of what the church is to be- a reflection of Christ to our, and in our, community.
When the name of Satan starts being cast on top of the reflection of Christ it causes me to ponder whether we have reached a point in the battle where being inside the fortress is a solution that will lead to a wider expansion of irrelevance. The church must be about preparation and advancing.
It is much easier to teach people what they are to do AT church, how to act, when to stand and when to sit, where to turn in our bibles when it’s Christmas time, and what an adequate donation would be for a Sunday morning donut and a cup of coffee. Our discipleship, our spiritual formation, must shift somewhat to include “who we are to be out there”, who we are to simply be…no matter where we are!
In that shift there will be an accompanying shift in how “the light of the world” will be perceived and function.
“…that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth, and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”
I see a lot of followers of Jesus and Jesus-people churches looking and acting defeated. It’s as if Satan has spray-painted the whole church and there is a weariness about whether going on is even an option. If we believe what scripture teaches, however, we’ll throw those thoughts back to where they came from. In other words, spray paint some hope on the dominion of darkness. What a picture…to see the Deceiver having to use his Ajax for a change!

“Corporate Church”

As I was watching the Rockies play the Phillies on Monday night at Coors Field, which is not too far from the Pepsi Center, I realized that a Rockies win would take the series back to Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia for a game five, a city that also includes Lincoln Financial Field, home of the Philadelphia Eagles.

Come to think of it, the previous weekend when Carol and I went to our daughter’s homecoming at University of Sioux Falls we were reminded every time that the USF football team got a first down (which was often in their 64-0 victory) that the first down was brought to us by “First Premier Bank,” even though the tailback was the one who churned out the yardage. We watched many an extra point conversion kick glance off the end zone scoreboard that was sponsored by Sanford Medical Center.

It got me thinking!

Church budget deficits could be easily erased if we thought creatively about bringing in corporate sponsors. My mind is going crazy thinking of the possibilities.

• Not just a church work day, but a “Home Depot Clear Out the Dirt Day.”
• Not just singing a couple of hymns, but let’s do a “Harmony Bowling Lanes Hymn-fest.”
• Get over the potlucks. Rename it “Country Buffet at the Baptist Church Sunday.”
• Don’t call it the sermon. Liven it up with “Today’s message sponsored by Pizza Hut, now serving hot wings!” Or, perhaps better yet, how about “This week’s sermon sponsored by No-Dos.”
• Not Sunday bulletins! It could be the “FedEx Delivers On-Time Anywhere Programs.”
• The Praise Team could get shirts with a dog and cat logo and become the PetsMart Praise Team.
• A Christmas children’s program could be the Crimestopper’s Christmas. Extravaganza . . . okay, that one might not fly.
• Church tours for first-time guests might include the Mrs. Field’s Fellowship Hall, American Eagle College and Career Classroom, Babies-R-Us Nursery, and the Amazon.com Memorial Library complete with Blockbuster Family DVD Section.
• What about business sponsor signs on each parking space? Closer to the entrance, the higher the corporate donation!
• Perhaps we should investigate corporate stained glass windows. Golden arches in glass might bring a hefty contribution. Considering that the Sunday morning service is right before lunch, subliminal stained glass messages might have restaurants lined up. Taco Bell right beside Texas Roadhouse, and Red Lobster looking pretty tempting in the window beside the red-headed girl from Wendy’s.
• Safeway could be the sponsor of the sidewalks leading to the main entrance.
• How about the Pontiac Prayer Room?
• Band-Aid Summer Day Camp has a nice ring, and reality, to it.
• Sierra Springs Water Fountain?
• “Today’s baptism is sponsored by Hot Springs Spa!”
• Use “PowerAde” cups for communion.
• Using our visual technology for the screen in the sanctuary, we could rotate sponsor screens every time we have a different element of the worship service take place . . . kind of like what they do behind home plate at most major league baseball parks.
• How about Starbucks being the corporate sponsor of the youth lock-in?
• “Buffalo Wild Wings” single adults’ weekend retreat has a special flavor to it.
• Benadryl could kick in for the church hay ride.

Why didn’t we think of this sooner? We wouldn’t have to worry about the year-end deficit if we got on “Target” sooner. Pull in “Penney’s” now and we wouldn’t have to fret over the dollars later.

Just a few things to chew on! And, in case you’re wondering, I’m not being “Sirius”!

Pastor Bill

WORDS FROM W.W. October 9, 2009
“Changing The Terms…the Other Way”

(Last week I wrote about my credit card company’s notification that they were raising the interest rate on unpaid balances or cash advances. I then talked about how churches sometimes accept someone into the Body of Christ and then, after a while, change the terms of what that means.)
The Bible is filled with fickleness! The Israelites rated gods more often than the BCS voters. One week it was the Lord God Jehovah and the next week it was Baal. When Elijah slammed the 450 prophets of Baal…Yahweh was at the top of the rankings for quite a while!
But “fickle” has a limited memory, and pretty soon it was back to Baal or some other god again. Lukewarm with a sipping straw. If you picked up a bible for the first time and didn’t know how the story ended you’d find yourself shaking your head at all the ups and downs. You might even think that “Days of Our Lives” used the biblical story as inspiration for all its plot twists and turns.
Of course, Jesus had to deal with a lot of that as well. After he said some demanding things in John 6 we read this sentence: “From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.” (John 6:66) Evidently they were okay up to a certain point. Jesus had just fed the five thousand and walked on water. Things were good! People proudly wore their “I’m with Jesus” t-shirts and freely entered into conversations and discussions about what they thought Jesus’ next miracle would be. People were feeling good, and then Jesus gave a prickly message.
“Nope! Jesus, we’ve had second thoughts. The free meal complete with take-home container- that was pretty sweet! But these hard teachings are…too hard!” Sweeten the deal again and maybe we’ll come back. If not, we’re outta’ here!”
Sometimes the church changes the terms of the agreement, but perhaps more frequently the people change the terms, or reject the terms of the covenant they make with the Body of believers. It comes out in the language:
“That church just isn’t meeting my needs anymore.”
“The worship service extended into the NFL pre-game show too much. I’m looking for a place with an earlier start time.”
“The pastor preached too long. The Methodists were beating us to the restaurant.”
“I like to hear a choir every Sunday.”
“They started using wine and those little stale crackers for communion.”
“I got tired of being asked to help serve.”
“A new family showed up and sat exactly where I’ve sat for the past 20 years.”
“There’s too many old people there.”
“There’s too many young people there.”
“There’s too many people there.”
“There’s just not many people there.”
Our culture, especially the Christian culture, is more prone to opt out than buy in. It’s like deciding on where to grab a hamburger tonight. I might choose McDonald’s…or Five Guys…or Red Robin…or In-and-Out…or Chili’s. But if I grab a burger again on Saturday night I probably won’t go to the same place. Having a taste for a Butterburger at Culver’s on Friday may turn into a taste for a Big Mac on Saturday. For many people in our churches it’s the same for their commitment to church. One week I’m a Lutheran, but next week I’m a Pentecostal, and the third week I’m a patron of a sports bar with twenty TV screens. To enter into a covenant is something fewer and fewer people are willing to enter into, because the focus is not on me, but a greater cause and purpose.
Sometimes I ask myself “Am I just whining?”, but thirty years of experience tells me I’m dealing with reality. With all of the reality TV shows I’m surprised someone hasn’t done one on “church”.
Nah! People probably wouldn’t buy in to it.

WORDS FROM W.W. October 1, 2009
“Changing The Terms”

The snail mail has been pretty uneventful at home recently. Magazine subscription offers, Albertson grocery weekly specials, Geico…box stuffers like that. Our recycling can has been overflowing!
I thought when postage stamp rates increased recently it would increase the amount of quality mail, and decrease the amount of “paper fodder”, but I was wrong.
This week I got something from my credit card company. It looked like any other piece of excess baggage mail, primed for deposit in our “green can”. Instead of ripping it in half, however, I thought that maybe…possibly…perhaps it would have some kind of special offer inside, so I opened it!
What I “discovered” (That’s a clue on the credit card!) is that my annual percentage rate was being increased. Here’s a quote: “We will increase your APRs for purchases and balance transfers to the variable default APR of the Prime Rate + 22.99%, but such rate will never exceed 29.99%.” In other words, “we hope you don’t open this piece of mail and treat it as junk, and then not pay off your balance so we can jack you up for some easy extra cash.” (My translation!)
Naturally this comes before Congress can put into law the 800 pages of new guidelines and procedures for credit card companies to follow so people don’t get taken to the cleaners. Of course, it IS reasonable to expect someone to pay off their balance each month, but many of us have had that sudden lean month that has left us exposed…and now we will exposed for a longer amount of time as we try to catch up.
When I first got this credit card these were not the terms. In fact, I think we got a new toaster or steak knives or a battery-operated clock (battery not included). The terms have been changed, and either I can agree to them or I can call to say that I reject them. Of course, this is how it’s worded: “If you notify us prior to the Effective Date that you choose to reject these increases, we will close your Account and you will no longer be able to use it for further transactions!”
I guess you could say I’m a little perturbed by it.
And yet, isn’t that what we often do to people who are thinking about following Jesus? We make the terms simple, inviting, and loving. No free toaster, but there is often an invitation to the next chili supper.
Seriously, we offer the good news about Jesus in non-judgmental, uncritical, positive words.
But sometimes the person accepts those terms- accepts Jesus- becomes a follower, becomes a part of our church fellowship…and then the terms get changed.
“Yes, we know we talked about being saved by grace through faith, but…there’s a few other conditions that we become convinced are now added “interpretations” of what that all means.”
• “Give money…a lot of it!”
• “Be on a committee.”
• “Be in a class, a group, in worship.”
• “Achieve your monthly quota of how many people you’ve invited to come to church.”
• “Use spiritual verbage when you talk.”
• “Attend all church fundraising events.”
• “Be on a mission team…in another country (Close to home missions doesn’t count!)”
• “Eat donuts and drink weak coffee.”
• “Be a patron of Christian businesses.”
• “If you’re a Christian business person, give freebies to the church.”
Yes, I’m a wee bit cynical…but also a good bit right on target. We are often guilty of changing the terms. Grace can’t be that easy, because then anyone could say they were a Christian. (Cynicism attack again!)
There is something incredible about being a faithful follower of Christ. It’s worth it. It’s humbling. It becomes a ever-growing longing.
And there is also something fatal about adding fine print to the contract of the cross of Christ. As a friend of mine says quite often pointing at his bible opened to one of the gospels, “What’s it say in the red print? That’s what’s important.”
The “red print” is where we need to be.

WORDS FROM W.W. September 25, 2009
“UNCOMFORTABLE E-MAILS”

Dear Frank,
Since your prayer conversations with me are getting fewer and far-between, I decided to e-mail you. I know you’re pretty absorbed with internet chatter. I’m feeling a little distance from you. Is itr something I said?
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
I’m assuming that sending this to TheMostHigh@God.com will reach you. Unless you have pop-up protection…since my e-mail is “popping up”. Get it…pop up…you know… heaven?”
You’re right! (Of course, you’re always right!) I’ve been a little…spotty lately. Sorry about that!
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Was that repentance in your last e-mail? Kind of lame! Lately “spotty” would be an improvement for you. I would call it, because I know, non-existent! My “angels of calculation department” is having a hard time keeping up with the number of hours your fingers are on a game control for “Madden NFL 10”. You seem to have mastered the “wildcat offense”, but what about a prayerful defense.
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
I admit that I use my Xbox to escape from the situations of life. At the end of the day I’m just so tired of dealing with reality that pretending I’m Chad Pennington for a while is a release.
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
What if you started your day with me? Did you ever consider the possibility that I could give you strength at the beginning? It seems like my word says a few things about that. Don’t let the dust get up your nose as you open your bible.
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
That last comment was a little cynical. I’ve never really thought of you as having cynicism.
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Forty years in the desert will do that to you! Even me! But my cynicism does not cloud my vision, my love, and my faith in you. Even when you’re distant from me it does not change my belief in your potential to be a change agent for my kingdom. It took forty years for my people, but I knew they would reach my destination and realize my promises for them. Forty years, four year, four months, four hours, four minutes…the time is not the important element. What’s important is that any amount of time that you disregard my existence, ignore my presence, or dismiss my worth is offensive!
And yet, I’m gracious and forgiving!
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
I guess I hadn’t really thought of it that way. I admit that I’ve been consumed with my own agenda way too much. In some ways it makes it easier.
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
…And more frustrating! Following your own agenda let’s you control the schedule, control what you decide is the most important, and allow you to set the terms and conditions…and it saps your energy!
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
You can be so brutally honest! Isn’t there something more pressing on your schedule today than me? I mean, the President surely needs direction on more important issues than me!
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Don’t minimize yourself. You’ve been minimizing me for too long. Don’t just shift the reducing factor to yourself. How I’m working in other people’s lives is my decision. What is that to you?
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
My bad once again! I suppose you want me to make some changes right away. I mean, I assume you’re not giving me a three day furlough before I get serious on this, are you?
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Time’s a wastin’! And you’ve wasted enough time already. Get with it. The work of the kingdom is too crucial. I need you to be seeing people around you and their needs. I won’t give it away, but there may be someone that you encounter even this morning that needs a life-changing word from you.
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
Okay, okay, okay! Tomorrow would just be a little more convenient than right now today!
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
If you want convenience, stop by 7-11 on your drive in this morning. I’m not big on convenience! If you’ve read my word you’ll remember that there were too many situations where it was more convenient to replace me with some other god or idol than to be obedient to my will.
So Frank, get going! It’s Sunday morning, and you are still the pastor!
Sincerely, God

WORDS FROM W.W. September 16, 2009
“PASTORAL CORRESPONDENCE”
Dear Fred,
I’ve missed having you in worship the last few weeks. Is everything okay? I know there’s a lot of sickness going around right now. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
No sickness, but Sundays have been busy for us lately. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Have you all had a lot of relatives visiting from out-of-town; or been traveling to see your mom and dad in Wyoming? Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
No, it’s our own schedule difficulties. The wife and I have gotten involved in a square dancing group that meets on Saturday nights, and usually afterwards most of us head to a restaurant for a late-night meal. Most Sunday mornings we’re so exhausted that we just lay in bed. Sincerely Fred
Dear Fred,
That’s great that you’re getting a lot of exercise. I just wish you’d join us for some spiritual exercising on Sunday morning in church. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
We’ll try to get there in the next couple of weeks. When you did our pre-marriage counseling 25 years ago you mentioned the need to keep dating your wife, so I’m following your advice every Saturday night. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
You’re a good man, Fred…with a good memory! I think I also counseled the two of you to keep growing spiritually in your marriage relationship. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
I vaguely remember something about that. That’s why the wife and I lay in bed a lot of Sunday mornings. You know…it being a day of rest and all. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
I think maybe you’re mi-interpreting that scriptural principle. The Sabbath day of rest was focused on putting work to the side and worshipping the glory of God. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
You know the bible better than me, so…the truth is that we’re just lazy. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Would you like a wake-up call this Sunday? Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Actually, this Sunday we’re getting up early and heading up to the Fruit Festival in the northern part of the state. The wife has to have her yearly visit there, and be able to buy some apple butter. It’s the best. We’re pulling out at 6AM sharp! Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Won’t you be exhausted from Saturday night? Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Yes, we’ll be tired, but it’s worth it. They have some great entertainers performing, admission isn’t that expensive, and we try to get there early to beat the crowds. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Excuse the analogies, but each Sunday we give God a performance of worship that we hope he delights in, our admission is free, and you don’t even have to get here early to beat the crowd. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
You’ve got a good sense of humor. You should use that in a sermon sometime. Maybe we’ll see you the next week. I think the wife has nursery duty then anyway. Sincerely, Fred
Fred,
Well, at least I’ll see you that Sunday. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Oh, I just remembered! We’re in a bowl-a-thon for swine flu awareness next Sunday. Hey, could you find someone to replace the wife in the nursery for us. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Well, whenever you get around to worshipping with us again I just hope we’re still here. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Thanks for the interest. I’ll talk more to the wife and we’ll see if we can make it sometime before Christmas. By the way, could we borrow a few tables from the church? We’re having a garage sale a couple of weeks from now on Sunday, October 4. Thanks for your help. Sincerely, Fred.

WORDS FROM W.W. September 7, 2009
“Precarious”
I took Latin in college and failed it (“failius maximus”), so when a Latin word is mentioned in one of my writings you can be assured that it was written in a book that I’m reading and the meaning is thoroughly explained with the word. Otherwise if I’m speaking Latin I’m simply making words up, at the end of which I say something like “maximus” or “prius” to make it sound authentic.
Thus, it was in a book recently where I read that the Latin root of our word prayer is “precaria”. The word “precarious” is derived from it.
Prayer places us in a precarious situation. As Tilden Edwards writes in Living In The Presence, “In heart prayer we are vulnerable, and our trust that God is good is vital if we are to abide there.”
Precarious. Precarious and prayer, one and the same.
Some other adjectives for precarious include “skaky” and “risky”. We might not think of those words very often when we think of prayer. We talk about the power of prayer and the need for prayer, but I haven’t heard “the risk of prayer” or “the shakiness of prayer” mentioned very often.
Edwards would say it is risky because true prayer demands the yielding of our hearts to the presence of God. “The heart is a dangerous place to our minds, because there we are dependent upon something- Someone- beyond our control and mental grasp. (p. 12)”
We are extremely “mental” people. “Heart” is associated more with heart disease and attacks than it is with matters of contemplation. All you need to do is compare the number of people at a church’s “chili cook-off” compared to a prayer gathering. Donuts are the preamble to singing the Doxology.
Our minds can keep things reasonable and mostly understandable. I can allow something to occupy my mind as much or as little as I want. There’s a lack of precariousness to it.
“Heart prayer”, however, takes our hands off the steering wheel. We have to trust that the alignment is right on course and will not take us into a dead-end ditch or result in a collision with an approaching possible barrier. It’s shaky and often leaves us shaking.
Paul writes in Ephesians 3:17 “I pray that Christ will dwell in your hearts through faith.” Precarious prayer is dialogue, listening, and then believing in what our Resident is saying to us.
That is tough! I tend to creep into the zip code of precariousness…and then rush back to the safety of my own senses. I focus on solutions and lean on my own understanding, and then look back afterwards at the chaos left in the wake of my decisions.
I guess you might say that the long term effects of not listening or recognizing the One who dwells within our heart is more precarious than the trusting precariousness in that “still, small voice” in the present.

“Gracing Forgetfulness”

I’ve had a number of people ask me how and where I get my ideas for what to write about. Quite frankly, they come from things people say, things people do, or thoughts that occur to me.

When one of these ideas occurs to me I write it down. For example, the title of this article is written down at the bottom of a Wednesday night prayer gathering prayer list. In the midst of the prayer time the thought hit me and I wrote down the two words on the piece of paper. (Actually, that night two thoughts hit me that I wrote down. And for those who are already thinking this question…Yes, I also spent time in prayer that night!)

BUT…if I don’t write the thought down there is a very great possibility that I won’t remember it. If I hadn’t written down “Gracing Forgetfulness” at that moment you probably would not be reading an article about it right now.

I find that more and more of my conversation includes sentences like, “What was it I was going to tell you?” and “I was thinking about something the other day…now what was it?” and “Did you say something to me about this the other day?”

There are people reading these words right now that have told me things or asked me to do something that they now think I just blew off. In reality, I just forgot. I was going through e-mails this week and found one from a person who had requested a special letter from me. I had forgotten about it!

E-mail, text messaging, and voice mail are all good things, but there have been some indications that a ripple effect of high tech is low memory.

Now…what was I saying? Oh…right! Last week something crossed my desk that had been forgotten about almost a year ago. It had fallen between the cracks of my mind. I was left to write a letter of apology.

I think it may be easier to extend grace to someone asking forgiveness than extending it to someone who hasn’t asked for forgiveness, but maybe they just forgot to ask for forgiveness. How do you differentiate between someone who could care less and someone who’s missing part of their memory?

Not remembering things, not hearing things, not seeing things as clearly, and slower reflexes—getting older needs extra helpings of grace and patience.

Okay, there’s something I’m supposed to do right now. Carol says I agreed to cook dinner, do the dishes, and scrub the bathtub. I don’t remember agreeing to do it, but I must have. And after I do those things, she says there are some other things that I forgot that I committed to do!