I brought my bright blue pair of Nike running shoes to camp this year. For some reason, outlandishness makes you seem…okay to them! If I wore a bright orange tee shirt that said “I’ll shave my head for a quarter”, I’d probably feel normal. For some reason at camp craziness kind of has you going with the flow. It also makes you an acceptable person to talk about questions of faith, and doubts about God. A conversation I had with one of the campers today followed along those lines. She saw my shoes and let me into the inner circle of sitting at her lunch table…and then she said, “Would another one of the counselors tell their story tonight? I really liked it when Andy shared his story at campfire last night, and also when Julia shared hers the night before. It was good!” I nodded, and then I asked her, “Do you have a story to share?” “No. I don’t really feel that God is close to me.” I pursued it a little bit, without any “theologizing”, or “here’s what’s wrong with you.” “When I’m having a problem, or feeling lonely and I pray to him I just don’t feel that he hears me. It never seems to help.” I nodded again and encouraged her to say more. “I just don’t pray much anymore, because I don’t know if God really cares. It just feels like he’s always so far away.” And then she looked at me and said, “Okay! Staring contest. First one to smile or look away loses.” Yes, I know, that’s pretty random, but that’s how it is with middle school students quite often. A glimpse of their thoughts about God, and then to a staring contest. The young lady, like many others here, are at a time in their life when a relationship with God, or lack of a relationship with God, is often described in “feeling terms.” They may have had all the Sunday School answers, and know Biblical facts. And now they are in a transitioning phase when their emotions are going bonkers. She hasn’t sensed God wrapping his arms around her so does God really care? It’s a pivotal point in faith development. Can I doubt God and not be struck by lightning. Well quite frankly, the disciples of Jesus did. Tucked neatly right after Jesus’ resurrection from the dead and before his great commission at the end of Matthew, there is a verse that says when the disciples “…saw him, they worshiped him, but some doubted.” (Matthew 28:17) If doubting and asking the why questions is something the disciples of Jesus dealt with, I think it’s a safe bet that a middle school student will deal with it. The question…another one…is whether or not the adults are willing to let the doubts be expressed and grappled with?
Reflections of a Middle School Camp Pastor, Day 4
Posted July 19, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Community, Faith, Freedom, Grace, Humor, Parenting, Prayer, Story, Youth
Tags: middle school, questions, Why
Reflections of a Middle School Camp Pastor, Day 3
Posted July 18, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Community, Faith, Grace, Humor, Parenting, Story, Teamwork, The Church, Uncategorized
Tags: conversations, middle school, teens
WORDS FROM W.W. July 18, 2012
Mid-week with middle school students is a trip! They’ve come to the point where they are sometimes bluntly open with you, or humorously entertaining..even though they aren’t quiet aware of it.
For example, here is a sampling of conversations I have had at the meal time table with some middle school students. Let me qualify this with two statements. This is not verbatim, but also there is not necessarily a flow to the conversation. The lack of flow is part of the fascination I experience in working with middle schoolers.
ME: So what has been the best thing about this week so far?
“Going to the nurse Sunday night! We talked about Harry Potter for like ninety minutes.”
“Harry Potter is cool. Some people don’t like Harry Potter, but I love him!”
“Like that one song we made up about him!”
“I love that song.” (Starts singing it.)
“I can’t remember that one verse we made up.”
“Isn’t Bobby good on the guitar?”
“Yes, and he takes his shoes off.”
“I got a new pair last week at Target.”
“Shoes?”
“No, socks.”
“I saw the greatest pair of socks at basketball camp last month. They were Superman socks, with like a little Superman cape on the back of each one.”
“Oh…have you seen the Spiderman movie?”
“No, but there was a spider above my head in the cabin last night. Freaked me out.”
“Do you think God created spiders?”
“Why would he?”
“Spiders are scary. I hate things that creep around in the dark when I can;t see them.”
“Do you think God can see spiders in the dark?”
“Probably. I think God sees everything.”
“He doesn’t need a flashlight. His eyes are like headlights.”
“No they aren’t!”
“Then how does he see things in the dark.”
“He just does, because he’s God.”
“Oh! You know something? I hate peas!”
“Amen to that! Especially when my parents mix them in with carrots.”
“I don’t understand why God gave us peas!”
“Some things are just unexplainable.”
“That’s for sure! Pass the salt please!”
Reflections of a Middle School Camp Pastor, Day 2
Posted July 17, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Community, Faith, Grace, Parenting, Prayer, Story, Teamwork, The Church, Uncategorized
Tags: camp, middle school, pain, questions, Why
WORDS FROM W.W. July 17, 2012
Yesterday we climbed a mountain! Last night we struggled with the pain!
Not the pain in my knees, mind you, but rather the pain in the lives of middle school students. I had encouraged them to write down questions they had for God about something that troubled them. The responses gave me a view of the landscape of heartache and doubt that “recently-turned teenagers” deal with.
And, troubling as it sounds, a sense of cynicism towards the workings of God. They are troubled by, what they perceive, as God’s inactivity. Where was the Almighty when they felt picked on? Why did he create life and then allow someone close to them to die? Why pray if God is going to do what he wants to do anyway?
In essence, they are open to asking questions that my generation was afraid to ask, although we may have thought them! My generation got structure in Sunday School and youth group (which were good things). We dealt with “when, where, what, which, and how.” What we seldom dealt with, however, which the middle school group is willing to, is “why?” We had the Biblical numbers down…”forty this” and “twelve that”…but time seldom allowed us to get to the why.
Our Associate Pastor, when I had gone off to college was a guy named Jerry Heslinga. When I would come home on break, or for the summer, I would love to be involved in discussions or Bible studies with Jerry, because Jerry was not afraid to take the “why road.”
Now I gladly am leading…or perhaps being led…by these middle schoolers down that same road. It’s a pathway that does not guarantee answers, but encourages the searching.
Last night I was ready to launch into a presentation on Joseph’s journey from the pits to the heights, from the dungeon to exactly the place God wanted him to be in.
BUT…a few of the campers were dealing with something last night, a loss in their own lives, and I sensed that what I was to say could keep for another day. I turned to one of the counselors, a great young man about 22 named Bobby Cody. I said, “Bobby, come here.” He came to the front of our meeting area and I simply asked him “Tell us why you love Jesus?” For the next five to six minutes Bobby shared from his heart to a group of kids, who were focused on what he was saying.
Which describes something else about this coming-up generation. They aren’t afraid to ask why, but they also want to hear the truth, and about the Truth, as it is being experienced and lived out of someone’s life.
Reflections of a Middle School Camp Pastor, Day 1
Posted July 16, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Community, Faith, Grace, Humor, Story, Teamwork, The Church, Uncategorized
Tags: Climbing, Encouragement, Mountains, Saints
WORDS FROM W.W. July 16, 2012
Less than twenty-four hours in to six days as pastor of our Region’s middle school camp, and I’ve already climbed a mountain! My knees are telling me it was a fourteenth, but actually it was only about two thousand feet from 8,000 to 10,000. I’ve been coaching my knees to stop the whining with words shaped like Motrin, and cold stares shaped like cold packs.
The mountain is called Soldier’s peak, and we climb it every year on the Monday of camp week. Today I used the experience to talk about the encouragement of the saints, the great cloud of witnesses that Hebrews 12:1-2 brings to our mind. Before the climb began I told the campers that some of them would scale it like squirrels climbing trees, but others would look at it as an impossible venture doomed to failure. I told them that it would take “all of us” to make sure that “all of us” finished…made it…stood as a group, a team, on top.
The summit included a mixture of reactions. Some stood at the top and encouraged. They applauded and high-fived the ones who struggled, but finally finished. One young lady from our church, told me “I feel like I accomplished something!” Her smile encircled the mouthful of orthodontic “gold.”
Others, lost interest in the late arrivers and became self-focused and absorbed with life as it revolved around “the universe of me.”
If it weren’t for coaches climbing with some of the young journeyers around the midway point of the trip, the summit would not have happened. If it weren’t for people willing to share a drink of water with a resting pursuer leaned up against a tree, some would have given up the cause. If it weren’t for the element of perseverance, several would have gone down the pathway of “What’s the use?”
Different people complete the journey in different ways. Slow starters, steady pacers, fast finishers…our group was diverse.
And we made it!
It’s a picture of the church, a group of journeyers, many who stay on course for the whole experience, and some who stay on course as long as they’re a part of it. Some are more self-sufficient, and can make the climb mostly alone without help. Others need constant encouragement just to make it another step…another day.
When I think of the church, quite honestly, I can probably make a longer list of minuses and shortcomings than the list of positives and strengths.
And yet the church is the band of brothers that seek to go the distance. It is the sisterhood of seeking that desires to go higher up even as it is dealing with the loose footing in the present.
I won’t share all of that with my middle schoolers, but I will reaffirm again and again tonight as we gather “Well done! Well done! Great job! You finished! You finished!”
From The Fire, A New Kind of Community”
Posted July 13, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Community, Faith, Grace, Prayer, Story, Teamwork, The Church, Uncategorized
Tags: Colorado Springs churches, Colorado Springs fire, Disaster relief, Fire, Long term recovery, Partnership, Recovery efforts, Waldo Canyon fire, Working together
WORDS FROM W.W. July 13, 2012
The fires here in Colorado Springs changed everything! In the midst of burned out homes, and neighborhood blocks that mysteriously now only have a third of the homes that were there a month ago, there has been the sprinklings of a new kind of community being born.
The community, however, is not new homes where charred remains lie. It’s not a new “development” with HOA fees, 30 year mortgages, and the sound of moving vans.
No…this new community is being born in the midst of newly created partnerships, shared resources, thousands and thousands of volunteers, prayer, tears, and a bonding together because of a tragedy that will, in some ways, change Colorado Springs from being a city filled with self-centered, personal agenda people to a community of people who are figuring out that the journey is to be made together.
Rich Blanchette, Annie Wamberg, and I went to the second meeting of the Waldo Canyon Long Term Recovery Group yesterday. We received an education in less than two and a half hours about disaster relief, available resources, what has been done already, but, most importantly, what is yet to be done. The “Yet To Be Done” is a long term journey that has the potential to solidify “community”.
Of course, it also has the potential to create a city of have’s and have-not’s. We are often people with limited attention spans. After the rest of the country returns to it’s routines, Colorado Springs will be dealing with clean-up, rebuilding, figuring out solutions of dilemmas that no one else cares about. What will build a city with character and caring is a citizen base that stays the course for the years that it will take to recover.
It was refreshing at yesterday’s meeting to see church representatives sitting beside denominational reps, who were sitting beside service organization people, who were sitting beside government agency reps. Catholics and Protestants working together, but also a representative from the Muslim community.
No political ads were voiced! No preference towards one denomination’s efforts! No “this is how we’re going to do it!” In fact, the sharing of past experiences from many of the participants was a guiding factor in helping this group figure out very carefully what our next step is.
On the sub-group that Rich and I are a part of called “Clean-up/Salvage/Trees/Mitigation” there are team members from Village Seven Presbyterian, First Baptist Church, Glen Eyrie (The Navigators), Mennonite Relief Effort, Salvation Army, the Director of Missions for the area Southern Baptist churches, and the two of us from Highland Park. The sharing of resources and the training of volunteers has already started. The Southern Baptist churches are sponsoring a training event in two weeks that will train volunteers in the task of “ash out” and “using a chain saw.” Other sub-groups were communicating opportunities and needs.
In essence, it demonstrated how a city can become a community. So many questions…so many situations…and we are prayerfully seeking the leading of the Holy Spirit for answers, wisdom, and new hope.
And God has prepared his church for such a time as this!
Free Faith
Posted July 3, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Faith, Freedom, Story, The Church, Uncategorized
Tags: Cost, Freedom, Spotify, Starbucks, The Church
WORDS FROM W.W. July 3, 2012
Tomorrow we celebrate being in “The Land of the Free.” Hopefully, here in Colorado, it will be “free of any fireworks!” “Fire” is not a well-received word around these parts this summer!
In the Christian faith we talk about being set free to be. Familiar verses about freedom abound:
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” (John 8:32b)
“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.” (Romans 3:23-24)
“But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness and the result is eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the (free) gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 6:22-23; I added the word “free” in verse 23).
Being set free…being unchained…is a theme that keeps appearing over and over again in the Scriptures. It’s good news! It was really good news to all of the slaves that were a part of the Roman Empire. It was really good news to the African-American slaves of 18th century America. The gospel held hope and possibilities to those who were told there were no possibilities, no future outside of bondage.
What we often skip over is the price that was willingly paid to bring that freedom. American patriots fought for freedom. Jesus died on the cross to set us free. Followers of Jesus through the ages have laid down their lives to help keep oppression from gaining a stronghold.
It’s easy to forget that and quickly embrace a “free faith.” Let me explain! As I sit typing these words I’m listening to music on “Spotify.” I recently saw that it would take a person 85 years of listening to music on Spotify twenty-four hours a day to hear all the music that is currently on it. I’m currently listening to the David Crowder Band, mixed in with some NeedtoBreathe. You may be unimpressed! Okay! I can switch to Coldplay or U2, if that helps! The point is that I can listen to whatever music I want at whatever time I desire…for free! Every four to five songs Spotify inserts about a 15 second commercial, and I also could upgrade to Premium for ten bucks a month, but since I haven’t it is a free service.
In fact, if you surf the internet you’ll notice that there are a multitude of free things. I can go to Starbucks today and pick up this week’s free “app” and “free song.” As a result of those things my iPhone has Scrabble on it, an episode of Planet Earth, and an Paul McCartney song. I don’t even have to buy anything at Starbucks- just walk in, get this week’s offer, which is on a card, and then download the app with the code on the back of the card.
I can go to Costco and get free lunch…in several bite-size portions!
“Free” is becoming the expected. When something becomes the expected it can lose any sense of cost that brought it to this point. Perhaps that’s why a lot of people “walk lightly” with the Lord, because Jesus’ atoning death has come to the point with them where they have taken it for granted. It has become the expected. I can hear some even muttering “It’s what he should have done!”
“Free”has come to mean free of pain, free of obligation, free to ignore, free to exploit.
We used to say “You get what you pay for.” That is becoming an out-dated term, because more and more is being offered free…and there is value!
The implications of this are important, and somewhat sobering, for the church. To “tithe” is a concept that looks to become increasingly “weird.” If so many free offers are a part of my life then giving a tithe to the Lord will stand out in its unusualness.
Of course, first-century Christians stood out in their unusualness. To hear of people in the first church making sure that everyone’s needs were being met was…different! To have the Macedonian Christians (2 Corinthians 8) sending “mission funds” to help the people in Jerusalem confounded a lot of folk.
As I freely listen to Building 429 sing “Fearfully and Wonderfully Made” on Spotify, I recognize following Jesus will have increasing costs attached to it. How the church responds to that in Spirit-led ways that proclaim the story of redemption will, I strongly believe, re-shape the Body of Christ into being more missional, incarnational, and perhaps more focused on being set free to be the people of God!
Adjusting to Speed Bumps
Posted June 29, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Faith, Grace, Prayer, Story, The Church, Uncategorized
Tags: Colorado Springs fire, God, healing, pain, Speed Bumps, tragedy, transform, Transformation
WORDS FROM W.W. June 29, 2012
The fires here in Colorado Springs have been devastating to so many people, and the ripple effect of business impact will be felt soon also as businesses on the west side of the city in evacuated areas try to recoup their losses from days of being closed.
It has been amazing to see the reactions of community members, outpouring support and supplies. On the other side, it has been amazing to see that two arrests have been made of people looting an evacuated home. The thieves had “meth” on them as they were trying to steal some items to sell to get more “meth.”
Awesome citizens, those two!
It has also been interesting to view how different people have reacted in different ways. Some have been thankful for the sacrifice and willingness to be in harm’s way of the 1,000+ firefighters. Some have expressed thankfulness for human lives being saved, even in the midst of so many homes destroyed. Some have lashed out in anger at whoever might be a possible target. Some are experiencing guilt even in the midst of their discoveries of homes untouched. There’s the relief of residences still being there, but guilt because neighbors have lost everything that was in their homes.
People have questioned why God didn’t do more, or why God allowed something like this to happen? I mean, shouldn’t God have provided a hedge of protection around the neighborhoods impacted? There is a sense with some people that the Creator should provide “perfect nature”- sunny and 70 degrees, with rain only in the middle of the night when we’re sleeping so our activity schedule doesn’t get impacted, a slight breeze that feels good…and a white picket fence.
But perhaps we should see an event such as the fires as the time to rethink, refocus, reprioritize, and re-thank!
In our lives there are certain moments that stand out from the rest- the birth of our first child, our wedding, our first touchdown, the death of a grandparent, a car accident, a fire. Moments can be joy-filled or grief-stricken, but moments such as these have the potential to slow us down for a moment.
They are like speed bumps that need a different pace to them, a cautionary approach. Most of us want the smooth road, like Interstate 80 through Nebraska, where we can race along at top speeds…and yet we complain because Nebraska doesn’t have that much scenery along the highway to make us “ooo and ahh!”
The speed bumps in our lives cause us to ponder “why”, “what now”, and “where to?”
Here in our city there are also different kinds of speed bumps. There are speed bumps that are like road ripples, and then there are speed bumps that will damage your car is you try to stay at the usual driving speed. In other words, some require more consideration than others.
The fire is a huge bump that will require much consideration, and yet, since I believe in the Lord of the Impossible, I believe that something life-transforming in positive ways can come out of it.
Perfection In An Imperfect World
Posted June 21, 2012 by wordsfromwwCategories: Christianity, Faith, Story, Teamwork, The Church, Uncategorized
Tags: Basketball, Lebron James, sports analysts
WORDS FROM W.W. June 21, 2012
Sports analysts are amusing. They break down situations, and assess blame as quickly as it takes to order and receive a Beach Club sandwich at Jimmy John’s. If Lebron makes an incredible shot it gets lost in the occurrence of a missed free throw thirty seconds later. If Russell Westbrook scores 45 points, it gets forgotten in the scrutiny of an ill-advised foul with thirteen seconds left in the game. If an official misses a foul call, there is a rush to make instant replay a part of every moment and every movement of the game.
There is a thirst for perfection in a game that is determined by bad decisions. But more than that, there is a sense of being insulted by the allowance of faults.
TV sports analysis shows are created out of this sense of being offended. Listen to what the guys in suits say. If Jesus had played basketball they would have even been upset at his perfect shooting form and never missing a foul shot. I’m sure the conversation would drift to something like “His team needs him to step up in more ways than just never missing a shot.”
Perfection means coming to a point of satisfaction, and sports analysts are never satisfied. They are like a food critic in a restaurant. Perfect food can never happen, because there was a water spot on my fork!
We desire to live lives that are error-free, but there always seems to be a sense that we’re falling short of that…because we are! There is also that sense of seeing the faults in the beauty. Most of us are critical people who see a tear in one of the petals of a flower instead of the flower itself.
Churches that pursue perfect worship services may miss the presence of the One they are worshipping. The perfect sermon may be sanitized of any whisperings of the Lord. The perfect VBS might miss the fact that one little boy is struggling with a stuttering problem that has started as a result of other crises in his life.
The imperfections of our lives need love and grace, and often simply a listening ear.
In the mean time we will continue to hear hyper-critical commentators and fans gone ballistic because someone missed a running left-hand hook shot. It will be made to sound like the world has been thrown off of its axis, and the end is near.
When you hear that “blast” just take a deep breath…hold it…and think of the perfection that is a part of the next exhale.
Words from WW Blog 