Thursday, September 17, 2009

Return

Over the last few days I have looked over this short letter that the Apostle Paul wrote to a young pastor that he mentored named Titus. Paul, like he did everywhere he went, planted churches when he passed through the island of Crete. His partner in the gospel and friend, Titus, was left behind and charged with the task of pastoring these churches and nurturing them along to health and maturity. Though all indicators suggest that Titus was a capable leader and pastor, he had a rough time in the early going, not unlike so many church planters in our day.  

For Titus, the biggest problem was bad doctrine and false teachers. The churches seemed to have attracted people of various backgrounds and they brought in with them other influences and ideas apart from the gospel which they were propagating among the congregation. While we don't know all that was being taught erroneously, we can see that religious, legalistic ideas had crept in from those of the "circumcision party" (which sounds like a kind of party I don't want to attend). Paul's letter was a sharp rebuke of these false teachers and a prescribed remedy to the situation for Titus which was to equip and put in place qualified leadership.  

New churches are planted... young pastors... people who don't know Jesus come... cultural influences and ideologies invade the church... false teachers preach false gospels... need for qualified, mature leadership... need to be taught sound doctrine... hmm... glad none of this is applies to us today.

I was studying 1 Corinthians recently too. Turns out that was a church community who had people getting sloshed on the communion wine like they were tailgating; they had someone sleeping with a relative; sexual immorality of all kinds was rampant; they had people suing each other in the church; there was massive division; they had people speaking in tongues and prophesying but trying to talk over each other and interrupt each other; they educated and intellectual so they were these immature Christians who thought they had it all figured out; they had idolaters; they were promoting themselves instead of Christ; they were concerned for their own glory and their own way much more than the gospel. That was the church in Corinth.  

I was just thinking, after studying through Corinthians and then Titus how funny it is that there is a major push to "get back to the way things were in the early church." My generation is the primary demographic pushing for this nostalgic return to the good old days when the church was really doing things... when the church made a difference... when the church knew how love and live in community... when the church really was the church. We are so quick to criticize the church, both local and universal. We are so quick to pass judgment on the church and dismiss the church as having failed miserably, corrupting what the early church and passed down to us, generation by generation. It's as if, in our estimation, for the first time the church is made up of sinners.  

Sometimes, I don't know what bible people are reading, particularly people in my age range. When I read the letters Paul, Peter, John and James all write to churches, I can't help but think we are mirroring the early church quite well. We are too easily influenced by our culture. We talk about many things and do far too little of them. Some affirm the gospel but are functional moralists. Others affirm the gospel but are functional relativists. Some affirm a gospel that honors prosperity as the highest ideal. Others affirm any and every gospel that you are comfortable with. Denominations and churches wrestle over issues of sexuality, doctrine, leadership, justice and many more.  

The Bible, both OT and NT, has never been more timely than right now. I am in awe of the timeless and relevance of the scriptures, even as I read the words inspired by the Holy Spirit so many generations later. It's as if God knew what He was doing. It's as if he had a plan of some kind. It's as if he wanted to have some way of speaking with us and communicating with us. It's as if he wanted to reveal something about himself and something about us. It's as if he knew he could help.  

It is my joy to place myself under the authority of the scriptures. After all this is the book that so clearly lays out the real and true Gospel: "For we ourselves were once foolish, disobedient, led astray, slaves to various passions and pleasures, passing our days in malice and envy, hated by others and hating one another. But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by his grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life." (Titus 3:3-7) 

Our sin is met by His kindness, not because we're good, but because he is good, and we are made new by the Holy Spirit, through Jesus Christ and his death and resurrection, offering us hope for a new life now and eternal life with him. That is truly good news in and of itself. It is in fact, the best news. We like to add to that gospel, like a an amendment to a bill, and in so doing we empty the gospel of it's power. 

There are other letters to other churches about other problems and if you read them, it seems we are actually too much like the early church. Maybe Paul's letter to Titus and his effort to bring order to the confusion caused in those churches in Crete has some value for you and me and the churches around us today. Tim Keller rightly says, "the gospel is not the ABC's of our faith, it's the A through Z of our faith." Rather than returning to the idea of the early church which we have constructed in our imaginations, perhaps we should instead return to the message of those who planted the early churches... the message entrusted to them by the one who is reconciling everything back to God... the transforming message of the Gospel.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Perseverance

It's just been one of those seasons in life that can only be described as "one of those..." People always say things like "it's been one of those days", or "it's just one of those things". We all know what they are really saying is "it's one of those things that I would really like to not go through again."

So, I haven't blogged since April 18, I think. I only know that because it was the morning after my fourth son, Daniel, was born. In many ways, this has been a wonderful few months as our family has been changed by the recent addition. That part has been pure joy. The other stuff has been that fake farting noise you make when you stick out your tongue and blow. 

I don't know if the rest of you have noticed, but it has become increasingly evident to me that this life can be frustrating. Even when things are going well there seems to be a corresponding struggle. You have a baby but you lose your sleep. You get your dream job but the you lose your family. You get married but you feel like you lose your identity. You get your dream house but you now have to clean it... all of it. There are very few things in life that allow for pure joy. 

Then there are life's outright difficulties. Your wife has a miscarriage. You suffer the loss of a loved one. You suffer through a painful divorce. Cancer ravages your body. You lose your job. You get foreclosed on. Life is full of frustration, sadness and trial.

Jesus had a little brother named James who suggests that we should view trials as pure joy. That notion is elusive at best and laughable or devastating at worst. We struggle just to view blessing with pure joy. Trials? We tend to view those with contempt. James' perspective is nothing short of revolutionary. 

Trials are relative to each of us. I would suggest that if it is a trial for you than you should accept it as such, rather than allowing the significance of someone else's trial to somehow invalidate your own. A trial could be an overheated minivan full of kids en route from Georgia to Kentucky, or it can be the death of your grandmother that was the reason for making that same trip. A trial can be two operations and three days in the hospital with kidney stones and something called a three-way catheter, or it can be your son falling out of his bunk bed and breaking his collar bone. A trial can be 18 months with your house on the market with no end in sight, or it can be a storm rolling through your area and taking a few trees down. A trial can be watching a married couple you love stop loving each other, or it could be the despair of watching people you love turn there back on Jesus for an empty way of life. A trial can be much bigger than these... and much smaller. Some trials are momentary, some are protracted. That's why James says to consider it pure joy when you face trials of "many kinds". He knows the human proclivity toward frustration and dissatisfaction. 

Trials, it would seem, are a means for our flesh to prey on our souls in order to foster frustration, sanction sin, and jettison the gospel of Jesus Christ. Yet James says, counterintuitively, that trials should be viewed through the lens of joy, in the name of something called perseverance, which finishes it's work. Oh, goody... tell me where to sign. 

You can look long and hard to find a verse that says to develop perseverance through success and comfort, but you won't find it in the Christian bible... I've looked. It is only formed on the anvil of trials. If you are like me, you start thinking about thrift store perseverance. I don't necessarily want top of the line, name brand perseverance. I would be completely content with black market or knock off perseverance. But as in everything, you get what you pay for.

The truth is, to view trials through the lens of joy you have to be looking through the scope of eternity. Otherwise, sickness, loss, death, unemployment, pain, loneliness, failure, lack, conflict, and all the frustrations of life are simply that... frustrations. But when they are paraded under the banner of the Gospel, these things are overwhelmed and redeemed by resurrection. When you think about it, perseverance is THE essential character trait for the Christian. Other than faith, which all Christians have in some measure because they are saved by grace through faith, nothing is of more value than perseverance.

If you want to have a great marriage, you have to have perseverance. If you want to raise children who love Jesus, you have to have perseverance. If you want to succeed in any career field, you have to have perseverance. If you want to bear fruit in ministry for the rest of your life, you have to have perseverance. If you want healthy relationships, you have to have perseverance. If you want to be judged at Jesus' death rather than at your own death, you have to have perseverance. All of these things will have their share of frustration... but it's only for a little while. And then Jesus will come and reclaim and restore this world and our lives to their original intent, and frustrations and striving will cease. Frustration will yield to freedom. Sorrow will yield to laughter. Conflict will yield to peace. Death will be swallowed up by life. Until then, consider it all joy and persevere.

After all, this life?... it's just one of those things. It's good to be reminded we don't have to do it again.


Friday, April 17, 2009

Overwhelmed

In my brief history as a blogger, my experience is that my children serve as the consistent catalyst for material. After this week, I have more inspiration to draw from... 

Daniel Mullins entered the world on Friday, April 17th at 12:17 a.m. He weighed in at a healthy 8 Ibs. 11 ounces, measuring 19.5 inches long. His Apgar score was 10-10... Unless you are a mom you have no clue what that means. Essentially, it indicates that our newborn son is... well... perfect. That may seem like boasting and just typical proud parent syndrome, but Dr. Street, who has delivered thousands of babies even said "I have never seen a baby score 10-10." Jesus said that we are to be perfect, therefore, as he is perfect. Daniel took him quite literally.

After watching Betsy go through labor and childbirth with no pain medicine, no epidural and maintaining her sweet nature, I am convinced that she could be a pretty successful ultimate fighter. I will be more agreeable with my wife in the coming weeks.

I left Betsy and Daniel yesterday afternoon for about two hours. We have a car seat at home recycled from the other kids. Between her toughness and his perfection they seemed deserving of a brand new car seat and stroller combo. Betsy is usually cautious about spending money on things we don't "need" but even she had to acknowledge this was a well deserved purchase. 

So, I get in the car and I leave my new son for the first time his extraordinary mom. It was my first opportunity to come up for air since the adrenaline of the night before. The sun was shining accompanied by a light breeze and cool temperatures embodying the best of what Atlanta weather has to offer. With windows down and sun roof opened up, a wave of emotion hit me. I left my iPod in the room, which I usually play through the car stereo, and switched to c.d. mode. The wave of emotions that was already imposing on the shores of my heart turned to a flood as I heard the words of the first song...

He is jealous for me. 
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree 
bending beneath the wind and the waves of his mercy 
When all of sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, 
and I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me...

Oh, How he loves us
Oh, How he loves us
Oh, How he loves us

As the tears streamed down my face it was impossible not to feel the truth of that declaration. Oh, how he loves me. Being charged with stewarding the soul of a child from birth is perhaps the clearest expression of said love that God could offer. And for the fourth time now, he has showed his love to me by entrusting me with the care of his child.

For many of us it is difficult to understand the nature of God's love. We hear that He loves us because he is good, not because we are good. We hear that He can't us more and He won't loves us less. We are told that his love his perfect and that our actions can't change that reality. We love others only when they earn our love or prove somehow worthy of our love. Our love grows for people when they are good to us and diminishes when they are not. Our love is earned and his is given. Our love has strings attached and his love severs all would-be strings and dangles freely, irrevocably. The nature of His love for us is directly counter to virtually every human form of love... with the exception of a parents love for their child. 

At this point, my love for Betsy has evolved into a love that won't let go, but I never would have married her or pursued her if my interest and affection was not reciprocated. But loving your children is totally different. It's the closest point of reference for understanding and receiving God's love for you. 

Daniel has just become a part of our family. He has not honored me. He has not respected me. He has not loved me. He has screamed at me and he has ignored me it would seem. He has preferred his mom over me (understandably, but still). There is essentially nothing that Daniel has done to earn my love. But I can't help it. I just love him. I love him simply because he is. I love because I took part in creating him (I know it's God's work but he allows us to create with him). I am not going to love him less in a few years when he starts talking back. I am not going to love him less when he blames the hard things in his life on me. Similarly, I will not love him more when he is smiling. I will not love him more when he gets good grades. I will just love him because he is mine and because my fingerprint will always be on him. Something about Daniel will always point back to me. No matter what happens, he will have originated from me (in a sense)... and I love him simply because I am full of love for him.  I don't even really choose to love him. I can't help but love him.

That's the best I can get my head around God's love for me. Not that he doesn't choose to love me. But it's bigger than that like Jesus' dear friend John said: his existence and essence is love. That's who he is. He doesn't love me so that I will love him back or because I love him back. He doesn't love me to get anything from me or to feel better about himself. He simply loves me. He loves as a good father does. He fathers me well by loving me well. And eventually, rebellion, folly, pride and my own way give way to humility, obedience, wisdom and loving him back.

But whether I am compliant or defiant, he just loves me... until I love him back. I suspect that Daniel will be that way. I suspect that as he experiences my love for him, which is very different from Jesus' love in that it is absolutely flawed, he will at some point just start to love me back. He will have moments of disrespect, fits of rage and rebellion but through imperfect but rightly centered fathering, he will receive discipline and training and affirmation and attention... all of which are the biproduct of love. And he will learn to love me and honor me the way God, through his infinite patience has loved me until I have learned to love and honor him. 

I am overwhelmed that Jesus came in tiny, vulnerable form like Daniel here by my side. I am overwhelmed by Jesus' love for me, which is all I can see when I look at this little fella. I am hopeful that Daniel will grow over these coming months and years to know the love of Jesus. I am hopeful that Jesus will love him well until Daniel loves him back. I am also hopeful that Daniel will see and experience Jesus' love through his mommy and daddy the way we see and experience that love through him.

May you, like me today, experience the hurricane-esque love of Jesus that leaves you as a tree, bending beneath the wind and the waves of his mercy. And may he overwhelm you.

P.S. I would encourage you to watch a video of the song I alluded to by clicking here: