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Holy Forever!

If you were there, you know. Sure, every single time the “4Midland” churches come together in worship to our God, it is a special occasion. But there was something, um, different about last night’s combined Ash Wednesday service at First Presbyterian. Something, dare I say, transformational.

For starters, there were right at 800 followers of Jesus packed into the First Pres worship center, overflowing all the available seating in the balcony and spilling into both transepts. I joked with Steve Schorr afterwards that he needed a capital campaign to expand their sanctuary just for Ash Wednesday. They were still streaming in when I stood up to give the Welcome and the Call to Worship. So, there’s a certain energy that just comes from having lots of people in the same room. But there was also a holy expectation. Hard to describe, but you probably know what I’m talking about.

Almost all of us are stretched beyond our normal levels of church comfort in these “4Midland” services. Especially with something like Ash Wednesday, which is not practiced by most Baptists or Church of Christers. And for the high church Methodists and Presbyterians, they’re singing different songs, they’re listening to different ways of praying and reading Scripture. As we’ve been discussing at GCR now for the past five weeks, I believe our Lord Jesus wants to push us out of our comfort zones so we can experience his Spirit’s transformation in our lives. And that’s been happening with “4Midland.” But there was something different about last night. I felt like there were not as many GCR people as in the past events like this. But it may be that there were SO MANY other people, that maybe our normal turnout was diluted a bit. It did feel different. Powerful. So special. Tim Neale told me maybe it’s that the fourth time’s the charm. We all feel more comfortable now with the discomfort, we know what to expect, it’s not as disorienting, and we’re able to really lean in more and be open to what God is doing.

My soul is so blessed by God to see and hear Kristin Rampton reading the Gospel with her gifts of communication and passion for Scripture. To see out of the corner of my eye Ashlee Hill imposing ashes right next to me with her tender heart for God’s people and  relational ministry. Both of these ladies are ordained ministers at GCR, but they are not yet afforded those same privileges at their own church. God’s Spirit was working mightily through them last night in a different building. And it was a joy.

My heart soars straight to heaven when that combined “4Midland” choir leads us in song. I love picking out the GCR members and seeing their joy as they lift their souls to the Lord in song, side by side with people they barely know or have never met. Presbyterians and Baptists, Methodists and Church of Christers united in song and in their devotion to God, leading 800 of us who are doing the same thing.  That partnership between our four worship pastors is turning into a force, man.

Darin Wood led us in the traditional confession litany:

Holy and merciful God, we confess to you and to one another, and to the communion of saints in heaven and on earth, that we have sinned by our own fault in thought, word, and deed, by what we have done, and by what we have left undone… Have mercy on us, O God.

And the assurance of forgiveness:

God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Believe this Good News! In Jesus Christ, we are forgiven!

Steve Brooks then invited us to the Observance of Ash Wednesday and the beginning of the 40-day season of Lent. He cleverly worked U2 and Psalm 40 into an inspirational message about personal reflection and the transformational power of God to change us more into the image of Jesus during these six-and-a-half weeks. He gave us those words. Discontent. Self-concern. Patience. Gratitude. Thank you, Steve. Thank God.

And then the ashes. The reminder. The encouragement. The groaning and the glory.

From dust you were created and to dust you shall return. Repent and believe the Good News!

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t know where I’ve been when I’ve been exposed to “Holy Forever” in my recent past. Carrie-Anne tells me we’ve sung that Chris Tomlin song at Carley’s church in Flower Mound. Maybe. And maybe we’ve done it at GCR. But last night felt like the first time, and I’ll never forget it. The swell of the voices and the orchestra. Our song combining with the eternal song of praise in heaven and on earth, uniting with all of creation in proclaiming the holiness of our God. I’ll be asking that we make that our closing song for all “4Midland” events in the near future.

Not everybody gets to do stuff like this. It was glorious. God be praised, we are an extraordinarily blessed group of people. My heart is full of gratitude today for the partnership in the Gospel we share with these other three churches and for the supreme goodness of our God. And my prayer is that we do this more and more, and that more partnerships like this continue to break out around Midland and all over the world.

Peace,

Allan

Seeing Clearly on Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday begins the 40 day season of Lent, six-and-a-half weeks of prayer and fasting, self-examination and preparation, as we follow our Lord Jesus to the cross and out of the empty tomb. Christians all over the world are gathering today  to worship and pray, to confess and repent, in a tradition that dates back to the earliest days of our faith.

As has become our custom, the “4Midland” churches are worshiping together tonight and observing the Ash Wednesday traditions. It’s funny that for the past couple of months, the Baptists and the Church of Christers have been asking Darin and me, “When’s the Ash Wednesday service?” The Methodists and the Presbyterians have been asking Steve and Steve, “Can we sing more songs?” We are learning from each other. We are growing together.

All four of our churches have been telling us, “We don’t necessarily need a sermon.” That’s another thing we seem to have in common.

On Ash Wednesday, we are all like Isaiah. We see who we really are in light of God’s great holiness and majesty. We are mortal and frail; we are completely dependent. We examine ourselves. We allow God’s holy light to reveal our sin, which leads us to repent. We are in desperate need of his forgiveness and salvation. We see that today.

But we also see our God. We see very clearly that our God through Christ saves us from sin and death. We see that through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus, we can live right now today and forever in the fullness of his eternal life.

First Presbyterian is hosting our “4Midland” service this evening. If you live anywhere in the Permian Basin, I invite you to join us at 6:30pm for singing with the combined choir, for the prayers and the readings, for confession and repentance, for receiving the ashes, and for clear-eyed assurance of the salvation we share together  in Jesus.

Peace,

Allan

4 Midland’s Christmas Day Message

They managed to scrub all Christian thought and words completely out of the story, but last night’s “Eye on America” feature on the CBS Evening News highlighting our “4 Midland” partnership was still a positive message of unity in our divided world. And I thank God for it.

You know, our Lord told us that if we’ll love one another and come together in him, the world will take notice. Well, there’s nothing more worldly than the national news media, and they have noticed.

They used the word “tolerance” instead of “unity,” and they didn’t use any of what all four of us asserted as the motivation for our worship and service partnership: the fellowship we all share by the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. We’re not coming together out of a desire for tolerance, we’re uniting because our Lord told us to, because that’s his desire, his will, because that’s what he prayed on that last night, that all his followers would be as united as he is with the Father, so the world will know. That’s all we talked about with the CBS crew, but they didn’t use any of it.

The problem is that you have a very difficult time using the world’s methods to express the Gospel. The world is never going to preach Jesus or the ways of our God. It’s up to us, it’s up to followers of Christ. As we told the reporter, Jason Allen, on camera many times, if God’s people won’t unite in Christ Jesus, who will? As God’s children and disciples of Jesus, we are called, ordained by God, to express this unity in Christ to our world as a divine alternative to the way societies typically operate. I’m disappointed that Jesus was not the center of the story, as it is certainly the center of the friendship between us four pastors and the fellowship we share between our four congregations. Disappointed. Not surprised.

But, we can certainly celebrate small steps, little victories. Overall, it’s a very positive thing. It’s a start. And I’m grateful to Jason and his whole entourage for coming to Midland and spending parts of two days with us in order to tell our story. I pray that this helps affirm the things we are doing at GCR and, by God’s grace, the kind of church we want to become. And I pray the story can serve as an encouragement to our city and, who knows, maybe even widespread parts of the country. It’s a start.

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Here’s a photo of the three of us at the GCR Christmas Eve service Tuesday. We heard the bells! And then we went to Texas Roadhouse before going home to watch Albert Finney’s A Christmas Carol.

I’m writing to you from Carley and Collin’s kitchen in Flower Mound, the hub of our continued Christmas festivities. Carrie-Anne, Whitney, and I spent all day yesterday in Arlington with C-A’s side of the family and today we’re driving to Liberty City for quality time with my side. Since Carley and Collin moved back to DFW, their house has become a hotel for us: Kennedy Estates. I’m not sure it’s a blessing to them like it is to us.

Peace,

Allan

Eye on 4 Midland

Our exciting worship and service partnership between the “4 Midland” churches–First Baptist, First Methodist, First Presbyterian, and GCR Church of Christ–will be featured in the “Eye on America” segment on the CBS Evening News this next Wednesday, Christmas Day. CBS television reporter Jason Allen and a camera and sound crew of three spent Tuesday evening and most of yesterday here in Midland, shooting at all four of our churches, gathering video from our recent “4 Midland” preacher swap, and interviewing us four ministers for the story. Evidently, Christians putting aside their differences to unite in worship and service together is national news.

Jason picked up the Midland Reporter-Telegram’s story about our preacher swap and the combined “4 Midland” Thanksgiving service from his post in Dallas and contacted all four of us to talk about the CBS feature. He then put together a pitch to the Evening News producers in New York and they gave him the green light late last week.

The whole experience gave us four preachers an excuse to hang out together, which we love to do, and remember how this partnership began a little over two years ago. We got to tell the story all over again, about how our God is working in and through our friendships to bring Christians together in Midland and witness to the larger community that there is a better way to think and act with others than what our culture models. In a society as divided as ours, four pastors of four different churches from four different denominations focusing on what and who unites us instead of dividing over areas where we see things differently is a powerful testimony.

The CBS film crew followed us to Gerardo’s Casita for our monthly lunch and prayer time together. Having our normal conversation while surrounded by cameras, lights, and microphones was a little more difficult than we imagined and led to a couple of awkward moments. But we managed to talk about our churches and our ministries, our families and holiday plans, and, of course, a little football. I was reminded again of how blessed by God I am to be friends with these three men, to be Gospel partners together, and to minister to the same city at the same time with each other. By God’s grace, we have developed a very easy and mutual admiration and respect for one another. There’s a trust among us that defies the culture. Some of that, I pray, comes across in the CBS story on Christmas.

And then we headed over to First Baptist where Jason sat the four of us down for a more formal conversation.

Yes, there are some significant differences between us in how we believe and practice and teach and preach what God is doing through Christ. People outside Texas, especially non-Christians outside our state, may not understand how deeply held some of those distinctives are. They may think of Midland as a place where everyone’s a Christian and we all believe the same things and it’s not a big deal to switch preachers on a Sunday morning. We know it is. But for a national audience to understand the significance of what we’re doing, Jason told us, they need to grasp some of the differences between our faith traditions. So, we did spend a little time talking about that: women’s roles, beliefs about baptism, communion practices, church leadership structures and titles, Christian assurance, and the providence of God. And we forcefully confessed that our Lord Jesus Christ is bigger than all of it. God’s grace alone covers us, so we’re all in the same boat. Being saved by God’s grace gives us our unity. Our Christian unity is not something we have to create or manufacture; we already have it. It’s just a matter of whether we’ll receive it, whether we’ll accept it and live into it. And we’ve all four decided we’re going to, for the sake of our city. Steve Brooks, my brother from First Methodist, leaned right into the camera and said, “We’re never going to stop.”

I don’t know how much of everything we said will wind up in the “Eye on America” piece. It’s a little scary to watch the reporter and his crew drive away with over an hour of footage for what’s only going to be a two or three minute story. But I’m convinced our God is in this. He’s doing this. He’s using our story to testify to his salvation plan for the whole world. And I pray, that by our efforts and his grace, someday a group of Christians and churches putting aside their denominational differences for the sake of the world won’t be national news.

Peace,

Allan

Thanksgiving Links

Here’s a link to the Midland Reporter-Telegram story on the “4 Midland” Thanksgiving service at First Baptist Sunday night. The story contains several really good pictures, including this one of the four pastors in the immediate afterglow of the closing prayer. Wow. How about four churches of different denominations putting aside their minor differences to unite around our Lord Jesus Christ to show the whole city what our King is really doing in us and through us for the sake of the world! This shouldn’t be newsworthy, but it is.

After a thirteen year hiatus, our Thanksgivings in Texas are returning to normal with the resumption of the annual Longhorns-Aggies football game. Incredibly, the winner of Saturday’s game at College Station will not only enjoy the firstfruits of bragging rights in the renewed rivalry that never really went away.  The Horns and Farmers are playing for a spot in the SEC Championship Game!  This link will take you to the Texas Monthly page dedicated to the 117-year history of the UT-Texas A&M rivalry. Great stories. Great pictures. Great writing. You can get lost for hours over there. I think my favorite piece is about the shenanigans between the two schools over the decades, including a myth-busting paragraph on how A&M’s 13-0 win in 1915 did not factor into the naming of Bevo.

And this:

35 Years, 4 Churches, and Missed Extra Points

Thirty-five years ago today, Carrie-Anne and I drove in my blue Ford Ranger pickup to Amarillo, from my efficiency apartment in Pampa where I was working my first job out of college at KGRO-KOMX radio, and flew to Las Vegas and eloped. We got married at 11:45pm, Saturday November 25, in the basement of the Clark County courthouse, by a sheriff’s deputy who was playing a game of checkers with a co-worker when we arrived. We weren’t the only ones getting married at the courthouse that night, but we were the only ones who weren’t drunk. The “ceremony” lasted less than two minutes. It was more about deputy Myers confirming our identities and making sure we signed on the correct lines. We stayed at the Fitzgerald on the Vegas strip, ordered Domino’s Pizza delivered to our room, and got up at 6:00 the next morning to fly back to Pampa because I had to be at work Monday for my adult contemporary hit morning show.

Even today, I have no idea what we were thinking. Carrie-Anne and I have made a lot of impulsive decisions together over the years, but that was by far the biggest–it probably set the tone for our behavior together as a married couple. And, it is, I should note, by far the best.

Sometimes my head and my emotions still think the mid-30s is the age of my dad, not my marriage. It’s hard to grasp the idea that I’m old enough to have done anything for 35-years, much less be married. But most of the time, it feels like Carrie-Anne and I have always been together. Always. You know what I’m talking about, like I can’t even begin to imagine my life without her. Actually, it’s not really my life, it’s more like our life. Our life together. I don’t really think in terms of “me” or “my” anymore; it’s “us” and “ours.” Always.

Being married to Carrie-Anne for 35-years is an indescribable blessing from our God and an undeserved honor from Carrie-Anne.

Thirty-five years ago today was the first time I ever flew on an airplane. We had a short layover in Denver on the way to Vegas and bought matching Broncos sweatshirts in an airport gift shop. We got married at the courthouse because it was just a ten dollar fee and the Elvis chapels were all between $75-150. Everything about that weekend was an impulse. Or insanity. Or instinct.

Best decision I ever made and the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.

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At the end of last night’s 4 Midland Thanksgiving service, Darin Wood, the pastor at First Baptist who hosted us so graciously and generously, asked everyone to stand and hold hands across the aisles while he led us in a closing prayer. We were at the end of 65-minutes of worship together across our denominational lines. The combined choir was made up of worship team members from all four of our churches: First Baptist, First Presbyterian, First Methodist, and GCR. We sang a few familiar hymns like “Fairest Lord Jesus” and “Majesty” and a couple of songs I’d never heard before. Each of the four preachers got about nine minutes to remind the almost one thousand Christians in attendance how special this is, how blessed by God we are, and how important a witness it is to our city. We poked fun at ourselves and laughed, we clapped and cheered at the experience of our unity in Christ and the desire for even more expressions of it going forward, and we sang at the tops of our voices. And then, at the end, Darin asked us to hold hands together across the aisles.

I don’t have a picture of it. Not yet. I’m working on it. Surely somebody took it. The only photograph I have in my possession right now is this one Ryan took from the front row. It’s of us four pastors, holding hands in front of our churches. Or, more accurately, in front of God’s Church.

The real scene was in those pews. The physical act of embracing our unity in Christ, the literal movement across aisles and toward one another in Jesus, the visual experience and expression of God’s will for us in Jesus, was overwhelming to me. I confess, my eyes were not closed during that prayer. I can’t be sure my jaw was not on the floor in amazement and awe at what our God is doing in and through our four churches in Midland.

The day began with a preacher swap. I opened my sermon at First Baptist by just looking at the congregation for about 20-seconds, silently, and then saying, “You think this is weird? We’ve got a Methodist in our pulpit today over at the Church of Christ!” Meanwhile, Steve Brooks was telling the folks at GCR a story about his decision to become a pastor, and how he never dreamed it would ever lead to him preaching at a Church of Christ! There was also a little texting stunt that blew up my phone–our church at GCR seems to be easily influenced by outside sources. And, yes, I did stumble off the first step of the stage at First Baptist while I was preaching. I was mortified. Embarrassed and shocked. I tried to make a joke about it, but it was lame. One guy told me after church he was glad I caught myself because their insurance isn’t very good. I was told last night they edited my misstep out of the video version that will appear on their website. Grace.

There’s a lot to talk about and think about as it relates to our 4 Midland events yesterday. I’ll make just two observations right now.

One, we four pastors never once talked about what we were going to talk about in each other’s pulpits. Seriously. We have lunch and pray together every month, we’ve been planning this special Sunday together for almost a year, we’ve been emailing and texting about this for a long time, but none of us felt compelled to talk about what we were going to talk about. Nobody questioned anybody with a, “Hey, you’re not going to say this, are you?” Nobody cautioned anyone with a “Make sure you don’t say that.” It never happened. The friendship we share among us has led to a growing trust that makes those kinds of conversations completely unnecessary. We see our relationships as a partnership in the Gospel of Jesus Christ, which has led to a mutual trust and respect for one another and for our four congregations, so that it never occurred to any of us to preview one another’s sermons. Can you imagine a kind of love and trust for each other, a kind of unified understanding and sense of purpose, that would lead preachers to invite other preachers from different denominations to speak to their congregation on a Sunday morning like that? Without insuring they won’t bring up a controversial issue or say the wrong buzzwords?

That’s the power of relationship and grace.

My hope is that by modeling that kind of trust and respect and love and honor between us pastors, our churches will learn to exhibit those same behaviors with other Christians and other churches and, by God’s grace, eventually some kind of Gospel movement might happen in our city.

Secondly, I must acknowledge that while we were worshiping together with the 4 Midland churches last night, not one person was focused on the issues that historically have divided us. Nobody was thinking about the nuanced differences in our baptism theology or our communion practices. Nobody was distracted by our different church leadership structures, our different views on ordination, or what we call the preacher and the auditorium / sanctuary / worship center. None of that mattered last night. We were in a room with a cross, a table, and water. We were with baptized disciples of Christ who claim Jesus as Lord. What else is there, really? Nothing else mattered last night. Which tells me, none of those other things really matter much at all.

People keep telling me that last night was a little glimpse of heaven. Yeah, none of those things we argue about are going to matter there, either.

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It took the worst special teams game in NFL history for the Cowboys to beat Washington yesterday and end their five game losing streak–two kickoff returns for touchdowns, two missed PATs, three missed field goals, and a blocked punt. The two teams combined for 41-points in a wildly entertaining fourth quarter. They gave us a year’s worth of crazy highlights in a single half of football. They gave us some energy, finally, in a rivalry that was once the best in football but has been dead now for about 20 years. They gave us a heart-stopping finish. But they didn’t give anybody any illusions that the Cowboys were somehow about to right a sinking ship.

Peace,

Allan

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