Unwillingly...

 

May 24, 1738, Paragraph 14:

“In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate-Street, where one was reading Luther’s preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone for salvation: And an assurance was given me, that he had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death.” – John Wesley’s Journal Entry, Wednesday, May 24^th, 1738.

As I write this, today is May 24^th, “Aldersgate Day,” an unofficial holiday in United Methodist circles that commemorates John Wesley’s transformative moment in which he felt his “heart strangely warmed.” Each time I read this passage on this date every year, I am struck by a different word from Wesley. I have found comfort in his emphases on “my,” “mine,” and “me” in his realization of his own salvation. That somehow, he understood clearly that Christ’s death had eternal consequences for him, some 1700 years later.

I have found interesting that the passage being read was not even from the Epistle to the Romans, but was actually the editorial preface for the Commentary on Romans written by Martin Luther. That, even outside of Scripture, one can find the stirrings of the Holy Spirit.

This time around, another word jumped off the page to me: “unwillingly.” When one usually thinks of John Wesley, “unwilling” is usually NOT a word that would be used to describe him. Authors and scholars have long viewed Wesley as a go-getter or spirit-driven man, having ridden on horseback over 4,000 miles every year for 50 years. “Unwilling” seems an out-of-place descriptor for such a dedicated servant of God.

However, one needs to know that he was not always so gung-ho. Wesley suffered from a huge sense of defeat in his efforts to bring Christianity to the Georgia colony just a few years prior. He struggled with his faith, his purpose, even his calling as a result. Still, he would find encouragement from his brother Charles, and a Moravian pastor, Peter Böhler, that he met on the voyage back to England, to keep searching, preaching, and praying. At Charles’ invitation, John went “unwillingly” to a bible study in a house church on Aldersgate Street in London on that evening. And there, he would experience something more than just an intellectual exercise in theological bible study. For John Wesley, his faith jumped to life through the power of the Holy Spirit. And truth be told, the world hasn’t been the same since!

The question today is, what are we missing when we are reluctant – even ‘unwilling’ – to heed the invitation of the Holy Spirit’s promptings? And what difference might it make for our family, our church, our neighborhoods, or the world if we would just heed the call of the Spirit? It only takes a little effort to step out in faith…

See you in Church!

 

On "googling" the Faith...

 

              We’ve come up with some pretty strange words in the English language in recent years, most of which have to do with our taken-for-granted life online. “Skype,” “Livestream,” and “google” have gone from being online platforms to becoming verbs: “Let’s Skype tomorrow at 10 a.m.” we say. Or, “We’ll be livestreaming our worship services tomorrow evening on social media.” My favorite phrase that has become a normal part of our 21^st century vernacular is “Have you ever googled yourself?” (which might sound like a rather indecent proposal!) We’ve become instant experts in just about everything these days, just by going online. (I confess that I’ve become a rather proficient shade-tree diesel mechanic thanks to YouTube!)

              Unfortunately, there are some downsides to this method of enlightenment. Not everything we find on the interweb can be trusted. (I know! I was shocked too!) Another issue is that just because someone has posted about a given subject doesn’t make that person an expert worth trusting. Still, our first response to most questions is to just “google it.”

              The fear that many pastors like myself have is that there are many folks who encounter people who would rather “google” their faith, or to let it become merely a query-based exploration rather than develop a personal, life-long relationship with our Creator God. Knowing information about God is not the same as knowing God, no matter how many website hits you may explore. But still, this is the extent of many people’s spiritual growth endeavors.

              The issue with only seeking information rather than a genuine relationship is that knowledge is only part of the equation. One can, for instance, study all the effects of buoyancy, floatation devices, swimming strokes, water displacement, and drag co-efficiencies, but never fully experience what it is like to swim in the water. The same is true of our relationship with God.

              And developing a relationship with God takes time. Discipline. Intention. And patience. Getting to know God starts with spending time in God’s Word. Getting to know the person of Jesus starts with reading the scriptures, particularly the Gospels. Truly understanding what a holy relationship with God is like begins with immersing oneself within the worshiping body of believers known as the Church. This is where the sustaining power of God’s Holy Spirit shines best.

              If you’re one of those who only comes to church on occasion, (what one pastor I know calls a “CEO” Christian – “Christmas-Easter-Only”) the joy of knowing God’s plan for your life is sorely limited. If you are not cracking open that Bible that has been on your shelf for the last umpteen years collected dust, you’re truly missing out on the blessings God has in store for you. If the last time you stepped foot in a church was for a funeral several months ago (or longer!), you’re short-changing yourself.

              You cannot “google” your way into heaven, regardless of how good the marketing is for the internet. God has something much better waiting for you. Come and see!

              See you in Church!

The Promise...Fulfilled!

 

Easter People, Raise Your Voices,

Sounds of heaven in earth should ring.
Christ has brought us heaven’s choices;

Heavenly music, let it ring.

Alleluia! Alleluia!

Easter people, let us sing.(1)

                It wasn’t too long ago that Valentine’s Day candy and cards were being replaced on the shelves of many stores with Easter baskets, cards, chocolate Easter Bunnies and other assorted sweets. We hadn’t even begun the season of Lent, and the world was telling us to hurry into the next big holiday. Corporate advertising, bottom line profit margins, and retail therapy were being pushed to the limit and beyond. It seemed to be too much too soon. Let us at least get over our glucose and fructose highs from all the candy and chocolate-covered whatevers before we are thrust into another diabetic experience!

It was a strange whirlwind of change, but one that seemed to leap-frog over some fairly significant events. Ironically, for most Christians, we’ve become numb to this onslaught of quickly moving holidays. We may subtly scoff under our breath at the changes, but somewhere, deep-down, I suspect we’d truly like to have a breather.

The season of Lent is now past, and has been replaced by the High Holy Days of Easter, and the season of new life in Christ. Resurrection has come at last, and we proclaim boldly in the tradition of the Church of two millenia - Christ is Risen! He Is Risen Indeed!

Unfortunately, the coloring on the Easter Eggs has barely dried, the chocolate bunny ears consumed, and the world is moving on to the next big event – Mother’s Day.

But for a moment – nay, for a season – let us stop long enough to proclaim to the world that God’s plan of Salvation has been fulfilled. Death has been defeated. Sin did not win. God’s eternal Kingdom has begun, and Christ has assumed his rightful place at the right hand of God! Easter people, RAISE YOUR VOICES! Sounds of heaven in earth should ring!

If only for a moment – nay, for a season – the earth could hear from the body of Christ this wonderful news of glorious victory over sin and death, perhaps the world might slow down again, and turn toward the Creator once again.

I pray that you will not be among those who are seduced into the next great secular whirlwind holiday, but rather might take the time to dwell in the HOLY-day of Christ’s resurrection. And proclaim it aloud! Raise your voices! Tell the world! And Shout Alleluia! The promise has been fulfilled!

 

See you in Church!

(1) William M. James, Copyright 1979 United Methodist Publishing House

Return

    As I write this, it is the beginning of Lent. Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of a forty-day season of reflection and renewal. It lasts for (duh!) forty days, from Ash Wednesday until Easter, but does not include Sundays in the counting. (Don't ask me why, I'll just tell you to google it, which is what I would probably do, anyway.)

    The irony of Ash Wednesday falling as it did today is that we, in South Texas (Corpus Christi to be precise), are in the midst of a once-in-a-blue-moon-type of deep freeze that has just about shut down the state of Texas, let alone the city. As I write this, on my laptop, I have about 65% battery left. We've been without power here for over 32 hours.) So, as my beautiful wife quipped this morning, "Maybe God is telling us to give up more than just electricity for Lent this year!" 

    And that got me thinking. Maybe she's right.

    What if God is trying to get our attention in a strange and unique way? For the first time in my three-decades-plus ministry, I've had to cancel Ash Wednesday services. No electricity, below freezing temperatures, low water pressure, and slippery roads made for a fairly easy decision this morning. 

    Still, maybe there's something more afoot here.

    Upon hearing Lisa's statement, my mind immediately went to something deeper - which I truly believe was her intent. Maybe we are supposed to think about Lent differently this year. A global pandemic has drawn the faithful into our own homes, socially distanced from one another, and has left us without many of the familiar comforts of Church life in community. As a result, many have begun to mourn the loss of that community, and have fallen on hard times in their faith.

    But what seems to be heard (at least to my ears) has been more of a lament in what used to be. The experience of Church was in a building, singing hymns or songs of worship, hearing a sermon, keeping up with one another, and, of course, coffee and donuts or cookies. It's the social aspect that many have been missing - which is well and good, if that is only a small part of your worship life. But for so many, it appears to me that this is the most important thing that we've been missing.

    "Maybe God is telling us to give up more than just electricity for Lent this year."

    Maybe.

    Perhaps God is inviting us to return. Not just to church, to the social aspect of what we've come to know as church. But to something deeper. More profound.

    And instantly my mind found a quote from the Old Testament - "Rend your hearts, not just your garments." 

    From the prophet Joel chapter 2 (I admit, I had to look it up!), we find these words:

"Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of the Lord is coming, it is near...

"Yet, even now, says the Lord, return to me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning; rend your hearts and not your clothing. Return to the Lord, your God, for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and relents from punishing." (Joel 2:1, 12-13 NRSV)

    What if God is trying to get us out of our superficial, surface-level religiousity, and calling us to a deeper, more powerful relationship? What if all our shallow "I've-given-up-my-$6-a-cup-designer-coffee-for-Lent" attempts at being sacrificial just aren't enough? What if it really isn't about denying our indulgences that God is seeking from us, but rather, an honest, truly exposed, deep commitment to become vulnerable to God? What if what God really wants from us is for our hearts to be rent - torn open - to reveal our deepest sins, our greatest vulnerabilities, our honest dependence upon God and God alone? What if God wants us - from our most inward parts - rather than us just "going through the motions?

    "Return to me with all your heart...rend your hearts and not your clothing." "I want your heart, not your outward religious superficialities." 

    "Blow the trumpet in Zion; sanctify a fast; call a solemn assembly; gather the people. Sanctify the congregation; assemble the aged; gather the children, even infants at the breast." 

    Maybe its time we took our faith more seriously. It isn't about comfort, ease, or simply giving up something that is more luxury than sacrifice. It is about giving your heart to God. This is what God says truly sanctifies us.

    May your heart be opened to God this Lenten season. And may you truly take the time to return to God. Spend time in prayer - just listening for what God would say to you is truly important. You will be quite surprised in what you hear.

    See you in Church!

    Pastor Brad

 

 

 

More than Enough...

                Several months ago, I was taking my late father to one of his chemotherapy treatments. It was a short drive, but Dad was reminiscing about something that my sister had said when dad was getting down in spirit. She said, “God will never give you more than you can handle.” When he said this, he sort of shrugged, and said, “I guess that makes sense.”

                As he shared that snippet of wisdom from my sister, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

                I know where she got that phrase: “God will never give you more than you can handle.” It comes from Paul’s teachings to the Church in Corinth: “No testing has overtaken you that is not common to everyone. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tested beyond your strength, but with the testing he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to endure it.” (I Corinthians 10:13, NRSV, Italics mine.)

                The only problem with what my sister told my Dad and what Paul told the Corinthians is that they are not the same thing. What Paul wrote had to do with temptations – most likely the temptation to sin. This is not the same as the trials and sufferings that we may endure. Being tempted and suffering are not the same. (Granted, sometimes our suffering can be a direct result of our giving in to our temptations, but again, that is not the heart of the matter at hand.)

                Indeed, God will many times give us MORE than we can handle. And it is not because God has some sick, twisted sense of humor that loves to watch his creatures writhe in agony. No, God gives us more than we can handle because God wants us to learn to trust in him, and not rely on our own strength.

                If we could handle everything that came barreling down the pike toward us, why would we need a Savior? Self-sufficiency is directly related to the fall in the Garden of Eden, is it not? We want to become like God – all knowing, all powerful, in charge of our own destinies. If we could handle everything, we would have no need for God.

                Paul knew this. And he learned it the hard way. Three times he cried out to God for relief from his “thorn in the flesh,” and three times God replied, “My grace is sufficient.”

                It is when we finally give up on trying to do everything ourselves that we can finally allow the Holy Spirit (who is INFINITELY better equipped!) to handle what we ourselves cannot. And God’s perfect power is made perfect in our weakness. God gives us much more than we can handle, so that we’ll learn to rely on and trust in God.

                Steve Johnson, of Insight For Living, wrote:

“Because of our sin nature our default mode is self-sufficiency and independence from God. Rather than allowing His power—the power of Christ’s Holy Spirit who lives in every believer—to replace our weakness, we naturally try to handle things on our own.

“To say, ‘God will never give you more than you can handle’ just reinforces this error. The result is being overwhelmed. Paul tells us it was when he did not have the strength to face his own suffering that he found God’s power and faithfulness was sufficient to provide what he needed.” (https://www.insightforliving.ca/read/articles/god-will-never-give-you-more-you-can-handle).

When I shared these words with Dad, suddenly he had a different resolve. And he said, “You’re right. I can’t do this on my own. I guess I do need the Big Guy.” Everything he faced in his last months he did with a peace in his heart. I wish I could say it was because of me – but then I’d be boasting in myself. No, it was truly the Holy Spirit that made my own soul sit up and take notice. And the hairs on the back of my neck, too.

                Trust in God. Completely. God is the only one with the full resources and love enough and to spare to see us all through no matter what comes.

                See you in Church!

Deferred Maintenance

 

    Several years ago, I had a conversation with a group of pastors where we were discussing our own personal pet peeves regarding serving in a church. (Lest you begin to think ill of pastors, we tried not to do this often, as we truly do love the ministries and churches where we served. But every once in a while, it is important to "let off some steam" in the company of our peers so as to maintain a sense of true balance in our own souls.) While I shall respect the confidentiality of our group's conversations, I should like to reveal what I shared was a personal pet peeve of my own.

    The biggest pet peeve I've had in some of the churches I have served over the years has been the idea that deferred maintenance was like a cancer in the church. It is often overlooked as not urgent, and/or postponed because of a lack of funds, and when ultimately dealt with the damage is extensive and oftentimes more expensive than it would have cost if it had been dealt with when first noticed.

    Every church that practices this is doing what my grandfather used to do around his barn. He would save up old automobile license plates, and use them to cover the holes in the barn floors, walls, even roof. His mantra was, "Slap a license plate on it, and you can get another year out of it."

    Deferred maintenance: The practice of postponing the upkeep of something until a later date for various reasons.

    After cleaning out my father's garage, I discovered that this practice was not lost on him, either. I found a stack of license plates under the shop table for just this reason. They were "just in case."

    As a pastor, this practice opened up another aspect to me that has a little bit farther reaching ramifications. I wonder how many people partake of this practice with other parts of their lives?

    "I'll call mom and dad this weekend."

    "I can help you with your homework later, dear."

    "We'll go do something special after I finish this project from work."

    "I'll write a note later to let them know I was thinking about them."

    I wonder how many people partake of this practice with their souls?

    "There's plenty of time left."

    "I'll go to church later on when I get my life in order."

    "I'll read my Bible when I'm older. I'll probably understand it better then anyway."

    "I'm too busy with my job, my kids, my hobbies, my ___________. I just don't have time now."

    We can come up with some pretty believable excuses as to why we don't take the time to get to know God right now. And, in our own minds, each reason is plausible. Rational. Believable. 

    Sometimes we'll even attempt to appease the call of God by making a promise to address it at a later date, or by attending Church occasionally. Kinda like slapping a license plate on it, 

    Until...

    Don't wait until it is too late. The cost to you now is nothing compared to an eternity without God.

    Don't defer the maintenance of your soul. Get right with God now.

    See you in church!

    Grace and peace,

    Brad

 On Waxing Nostalgic...

    My Grandma had a candy dish. I struggle to describe it - it was not of any particular shape, it was sort of oblong, but was multicolored, and sort of scalloped at the top. As if it had been poured over a banister post, and left to drip until it was dry. But in that dish she kept pink and white confectioner's lozenges. Grandma was a diabetic, and every once in a while, her blood sugar would drop to a dangerous level, and she would need sugar quickly. I remember loving the white lozenges when I was younger, because they were peppermint, my favorite. (The pink ones always reminded me of Pepto-bismol.) But Grandma would only let me have one or two, because she knew that if I was left on my own, I'd eat the whole bowl, and she'd be in dire straits if her glucose ever dropped. So, in effect, they were a sort of "medicine" for Grandma.

    Ironically, the only time that dish had anything other than those pink and white lozenges was at Christmas time. During the holiday season, she would put hard, ribbon candy in the dish. That was for everyone to share. (She must've kept her lozenges hidden away for emergencies.) The hard candies in that dish during the holiday seasons were stickier, and I'd usually have to break them apart to get the piece that I really liked. Usually by the end of the day, only those flavors that I didn't like would be left in the bowl. And I would somehow muster up the courage to eat those, too.

    Christmas time always brings out the nostalgia in us, doesn't it? We reminisce about Christmases past, about loved ones we miss but see no more, about times with families, Christmas eve worship services with children dressed up as angels or sheep or camels, the decorations both inside and out, presents beneath the tree, and the joy that seemed to waft in the air like low-hanging fruit waiting to be plucked and savored. Memories that draw us back to a different time, when things seemed simpler (although I am often reminded that they really weren't - different, perhaps, but not simpler). 

    Undoubtably, this year has brought about so many changes that it is hard to keep count. Children's Christmas pageants, carolling door to door, large family gatherings around sumptuous feasts, Candlelight services in filled sanctuaries recalling the Nativity, all seem to be rather distant this year. And I wonder, will we ever return to that?

    Of course, fear is ever waiting in the wings to step out onstage. My fears are that we'll somehow become complacent in all these things, resigned to the fact that life will forever be different. Change has a way of doing that, especially when we've encountered so much radical change to our way of life. Traditions that were long held may give way to becoming only distant memories - like a candy dish from our childhood. Sweet once upon a time, but now, just another dusty memory.

    Oh, how the faithful people must have felt back then - waiting over four hundred years for the Messiah to show up. FOUR HUNDRED YEARS. After a while, hope gives way to dreams of what once was promised, but now may never be. Resignation sets in. Surrender to the new realities of occupation, taxation, persecution. There may have been some fight left, but it had long since had enough strength to wage any sort of defense.

    And then something strange happens. Two planets align creating a star-like light so bright that one cannot help but take notice. In a tired, backwoods village sleepy shepherds are awakened from their dull, monotonous lives to a bright light surrounding an Angel who boldly proclaims to them, "Don't be afraid!" And the good news - the GOSPEL - is first proclaimed!

    The ramifications of that one moment are enormous! Prophets would no longer be needed. Scripture has come to life before their very eyes! The WORD has become FLESH! The promise of Isaiah has come true! Emanuel is here! Almighty God - YAHWEH - has become one of us in order to save us! Rescued from our anesthetized routines into an eternal relationship with the Creator of all there is, was, and evermore shall be! The holy boldness of an Everlasting Father has come to his Children (you and me!) through the gift of this small infant, who would one day in about thirty three years offer himself as the final sin offering for all of humanity. 

    And nothing will be the same again.

    But somehow, this time it will be okay. Because what we shall become has in reality what we've been longing for all along in our nostalgic reminisces - we'll be home here and now. 

    And that is sweeter than any hard ribbon candy I can ever imagine.

    See you in Church!