Category: Prayer (Page 20 of 29)

Of Elders Meetings, Atheists, and Huskers

Scattershooting while wondering whatever happened to Steve Pelluer…

At the beginning of last night’s elders / ministers  meeting, one of our saintly-est members walked in out of the blue to pray for us. He told us he appreciated us, that he prays for us every day, and that he believes we’re all doing the right things. He prayed for us. He thanked God for us. He asked God to bless us and our families. He asked God to protect us. And this wonderful man thanked us again for allowing him the privilege of working for the Lord at this congregation. Then he begged us to use him even more. As he walked out, he patted a few of us on the back. We had been blessed.

A similar thing happened at the beginning of last month’s meeting. A couple who have only been Legacy members for about eight weeks popped in to meet everybody. They shook our  hands, and expressed a desire to pray for us. They told us they loved this church, they supported the leadership, and they had every intention of getting busy in God’s work here. And we prayed. And we were blessed.

What a breath of fresh air. What a shot in the arm. What a glorious gift of affirmation and encouragement from our Father through these dear brothers and sisters. And what a carry-over effect it seems to have throughout our meeting! Both of our past two meetings have gone really, really well. I think we’re happier, more confident, more willing to step up and do the right things, less willing to get bogged down in unimportant matters.

We always open up our time together in those Thursday meetings with a passage from Scripture and prayer. I’ve always thought that’s the best way to begin any elders’ meeting — the only way. Now, I’m re-thinking it. The past two meetings have started off really nicely.

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By now you’ve seen the stories and heard the news about the four city of Fort Worth buses that will be sporting atheist advertising on their sides beginning next week. The DFW Coalition of Reason purchased the ads for a little over $2,480 to run for 30 days. They say the slogan on the boards, “Millions of Americans are good without God,” is intended to encourage people who don’t believe in God during the Christmas season when they can feel so left out and isolated. The Christians who are being interviewed for the stories, however, see the billboards as offensive and insulting.

Yeah, the ads are insulting to Christian disciples. To suggest that one must abandon all reason to accept God as Almighty Creator or Christ as Lord is terribly offensive to me.

Now there are groups of church leaders and pastors and ministers who are pushing for a boycott of the Fort Worth Public Transit system as long as the ads are displayed on the sides of these four buses. One local preacher I saw on TV last night declared something along the lines of “If the signs go up, we will walk!” He added that their Christian boycott will “force” the city to remove these ads that “don’t agree with what we believe!” The premise of a boycott is that the offenders will be pressured by money, the potential loss of money, and bow to the boycotters’ demands. It’s an economic battle. A fight fought with weapons of money and commerce.

I know that Christ Jesus never forced his way onto anybody. He never imposed his will on anybody. He never used a position of strength to get his way. He never gathered up large groups of disciples to subdue by power those who opposed him. He never tried to influence with money. He never threatened. He never intimidated or bullied. What in the world makes Christians today think that’s the best way to handle these kinds of situations?

I imagine actually riding the buses would be a much better idea for Christians who really do want to be more like their King. I imagine the billboards would provide the perfect starter for spiritual conversations. I imagine perfect strangers on these buses — especially on one of the four buses — will be talking about the ads. “Hey, we’re actually riding one of the buses that’s causing all the uproar!”

“I don’t think it’s that big a deal. What do you think?”

And there it is. Your opportunity to share your faith. Your opening to profess your belief in a Sovereign God and his crucified and resurrected Son. Your platform to declare your hope and your peace and the heavenly source of your eternal life.

Every day we’re met with moments in which we can act like Christ or act in a way that denies Christ. I don’t believe there’s such a thing as a “christian boycott.”

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Nebraska plays OU for the Big XII title tomorrow night. And I’m torn.

On the one hand, everything in my very, very Texas bones cries out against Zero-U. My four years at Oklahoma Christian and exposure to Sooners fans there only solidified my inherited bias against the Crimson and Cream. I can’t root for OU.

But, Nebraska? I can’t cheer for them either. I’ve never personally held anything agaisnt Nebraska. I always thought Tom Osbourn versus Barry Switzer was an easy call. But Bo Pelini is a different story. Hard to root for a guy who seemingly treats players and officials and his own coaches as less than human. But the bigger issue at hand is Nebraska’s pending Big XII defection. They’re leaving the conference, abandoning the league because they feel they’re mistreated by a Texas bias. We can’t have the Huskers leave the Big XII with the championship trophy!

It should be a fantastic game. The bitter hatred between these two teams goes back more than a hundred years. This is one of the greatest rivalries in college football. And there hasn’t been this much riding on a Nebraska-Oklahoma game in decades. It’ll be nuts inside Jerry’s Stadium. And I’m going to be blessed to enjoy the game wtih one of my greatest friends, good ol’ Dan Miller, and his family. Dan is a Husker to the core. Life long. He grew up just outside Lincoln. Went to school at Nebraska. He’s been foaming at the mouth for a month.

You won’t catch me wearing red. And I’ll never sing that most banal and tiresome of fight songs, Boomer Sooner. But I’m cheering for Zero-U tomorrow.

Don’t tell anybody.

Peace,

Allan

Thank You, Lord

“I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth…” ~Matthew 11:25

Thanksgiving. Yes, thanksgiving. How about giving it a shot this week? How about spending not just a few minutes tomorrow around the turkey and cranberries in thanksgiving to God, but every minute of every hour this week.

Not just for the day and the weather and the beauty of nature. Not just for family and friends. Not only for food and clothes and shelter. Not just for health and wealth, protection and provision. Not just for good things in good circumstances.

That kind of thanksgiving is good. And it’s expected.

But how about giving thanks to God when situations are less than ideal? How about thanking our Father when things aren’t going so well? How about a genuine and continual expression of thanksgiving to God in full faith that he is alive and active and working in mighty ways that we don’t always see?

The powerful and unstoppable energies of the Kingdom of God are always moving, always growing, always surging, electric, dynamic, just beneath the surface. All around us. Huge rivers of prayer and faith and hope and praise and forgiveness and salvation and holiness and re-creation flow right by us every day.

Sometimes we can only see it with our eyes of faith. And we give thanks.

Peace,

Allan

Sledge Hammers of Truth!

Almost a hundred years ago, sometime in the early 1920s, black activist and author and poet James Weldon Johnson wrote a prayer for his Episcopal church in Florida. The prayer was for the preacher. And what a powerful prayer it is. I’ve been told that when it was time for the sermon, one of the deacons would escort the preacher up to the podium and, with his hand on the preacher’s shoulder, lead the congregation in this prayer. As you can imagine, in that context and culture, it was a fully-participatory prayer. Everybody was in. Repeating the lines. Amen-ing the words. Nodding in enthusiastic agreement.

Can you just imagine how that preacher felt as his church blessed him that way every Sunday morning? Can you understand the power it gave him? The encouragement? The boldness he felt as his brothers and sisters charged him in the presence of God with speaking to them a word from the Lord?

Imagine the scene as you read the words to the prayer. Imagine you’re the preacher.

O Lord, we come this morning,
knee-bowed and body-bent before thy throne of grace.
O Lord, this morning
bow our hearts beneath our knees, and our knees in some lonesome valley.
We come this morning
like empty pitchers to a full fountain, with no merits of our own.
O Lord, open up a window of heaven,
and lean out far over the battlements of glory, and listen this morning.

And now, O Lord, this man of God,
who breaks the bread of life this morning, shadow him in the hollow of thy hand
and keep him out of the gunshot of the devil.
Take him, Lord, this morning.
Wash him with hyssop inside and out; hang him up and drain him dry of sin.
Pin his ear to the wisdom-post,
and make his words sledge hammers of truth, beating on the iron heart of sin.

Lord God, this morning
put his eye to the telescope of eternity and let him look upon the paper walls of time.
Lord, turpentine his imagination, put perpetual motion in his arms,
fill him with the dynamite of thy power,
annoint him all over with the oil of thy salvation, and set his tongue on fire.

Amen.

Wow. Can you imagine how encouraged your preacher would be if you slapped him on the back early Sunday morning and told him to speak boldly and preach confidently? Can you imagine how much better your preacher would be if you hugged him and reminded him on Sunday mornings that he’s speaking for God and that you’re all ears? Can you imagine how much power that would give your preacher if he felt that from you?

Why don’t you try it this Sunday? It might change your preacher. It might change your church. And you might just be blown away by the dynamite of God’s power and the fire of his Holy Spirit.

Peace,

Allan

You Will Come to Life

I’ve spent a total of at least four or five hours this week in our worship center with “The Board.” That’s what we’re calling it now: “The Board.” People are still calling me and e-mailing me about “The Board.” That valley of dry bones mural that contains those 5,000+ names of people in our families who are lost and living in sin is dominating the thoughts and You Will Come to Lifeprayers of a whole lot of you this week.

I’ve prayed to our God under that board every day this week. Quincy and I spent an hour in there together praying under and over and for that thing yesterday morning.

Investigating those names up close is a gripping exercise in the study of us as a congregation of God’s people. It tells me a lot. I recognize many of the last names on that board. I know a lot of the stories. And it breaks my heart to think that you are agonizing over relatives and loved ones who do not love our Lord. I can tell the age of the person who placed the name(s) on the board by the handwriting. There’s the labored, but precise, shaky cursive of an older man or woman. There’s the scribbly print, all caps, of an elementary aged boy or girl. The curls and smiley faces that betray our junior high kids. The hurried and barely legible print-cursive mix of people my age.

It moves me to realize that this burden knows no gender or generation. We are all, every one of us, impacted by the grief of knowing the people we love the most are living in sin.

I’m also moved by the personal sentiments expressed on this board:

“my friend, Mark”
“my brother-in-law, Steve”
“my dear Brandi”
“my wife and the mother of my children”
“Poppa”
“our son, David”
“my grandma”
“my whole family”

There’s love in these short words. And heartache. There’s ownership here. And sorrow.

I know many of you are still thinking about “The Board.” I realize it’s impacted all of us in different ways. Please don’t allow the main lessons to get lost: 1) realizing we all carry similar burdens should bring us closer together, and 2) only God is able to change these hearts and breathe his Spirit-life into these spiritually dead. And, most importantly, it is his holy will to do just that.

Keep praying. Keep calling and e-mailing. What are you doing today with “The Board?”

Peace,

Allan

Can These Bones Live?

Dry Bones

Ken – Robert – Kat – Tio – Claude – Kevin – Monica – Scott – Richard – Allisa – Georgi – Kent – Meridith – Lyn – Lisa – Billy – my brother Todd & his family – Arianna – Tom – Ryan – Del – Karen – Julie – Glenn & Ericka – Landry – LeeAnn – my grandfather – Jose – Jr. & Cathy – Greggie – Mark & Sherrie & their three boys – Ian – Dan – Carl & Gabby – Sue – Derek & Jana – Nikki – Anson – Megan – Shannon – Judy – my sister…

The names kept coming by the hundreds. People kept getting out of their pews and walking down front by the dozens. I thought for a long moment it would never stop.

“Can these bones live?”  Standing (and praying) room only  “Then you will know that I am the Lord”

Ron & Debbie – Candice – Dorothy – Scott – Tom – Bailey – Britt – Jeff – Shannon & family – Bryan – Andy – Cobey – Jim & Patti – Georgellen – Kim – Zach – Chance – Scotty – Nanette – Ashley – Mohammad – Jackie – Corkey – Jacob – my ex-wife – Gage – my niece – Alyssa – cousin Leanne – Sherri – Katherine – Albert – Uncle Tom…

We were preaching the dry bones vision in Ezekiel 37 here at Legacy yesterday. God takes his great prophet and puts him in the middle of this valley “full of bones…a great many bones.” The bones represent to Ezekiel the spiritually dead “house of Israel.” They are a people who are “dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.” God’s servant is waist deep in these bones, surrounded by these dry bones as far as he could see. There’s no life in these bones. No hope for life in these bones. No spirit. No pulse. No organs. No heart. No nothing. And God asks Ezekiel, “Can these bones live?”

Brad – T.C. – our son, David – Jennifer – Breck – Aunt Cathy – Mark & family – Fred – Jared – my brother-in-law, Steve – Benjamin – Amy – George – Debbie – Chloe – Aunt Bobbie – Keith – Wade – Ray – Katie – Uncle Buck – Martha & Bud…

See, we’re still surrounded by these dry bones. We see these dead people every day. There are dead men and dead “Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.”women and dead teenagers all around us. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking right through the middle of Ezekiel’s valley of bones. Spiritually dead people. Cut off from God because of their sins. No relationship with God. No salvation. No spiritual life. Some of these people are relatives and friends that we love very much.

Your son has left the Lord. Your daughter is no longer a member of a Christian faith community. Your husband has never submitted to the Lordship of Jesus. Your grandchildren have not been baptized into Christ. Your niece is living in sin. Your nephew doesn’t even believe in God. Your wife. Your aunt. Your best friend.

Kelli & Jeff – Shane’s family – Joshua – Blair – Gilbert – Spence & Keller – Ray – Chad & Christi – David – Jay & Misti – Johyne – my grandma – Heather – Kristina – my cousin, Dennis – James – Brian – Melanie…

It took a couple of real bone-heads to pull this off!  Jim Collins & Wayne Steele - I knew they were good for something. What a beautiful use of their spiritual gifts! Thank you, guys.

Jim & Wayne put together and painted a massive mural of Ezekiel’s dry bones. Twenty feet long and eight feet high. Very impressive. We set it up on the stage, right in front of the baptistry. And it served as the backdrop to our lesson from Ezekiel 37. It served as the backdrop to this discussion about the people in our lives who are spiritually dead.

Can these bones live?

“I will put breath in you and you will come to life!”God says “yes!” God demonstrates in an unforgettable way his unflinching and unwavering determination to save his people. It’s not based on any good thing Israel is going to do. Israel can’t do anything. Israel’s dead! Israel’s resurrection as the cleansed and forgiven and restored and changed and fully alive people of God has everything — EVERYTHING!!! — to do with God’s power and his will to do it. There’s hope in these dead bones because of the love and power of our God.

Barry – Jeffrie – Martha & Bud – my whole family – Cindy – Sheri & Lynn – Aaron – Lloyd – Joanie…

So we determined to give these spiritually dead loved ones to our God in faith and in prayer. And before we prayed together as a church family, we wanted the names. We asked our brothers and sisters to write the names down on the stickers we provided and then walk to the front and physically place them on the board among the dry bones.

And here they came.

“O Sovereign Lord, you alone know”Old people. Young people. Whole families. Kids. People on crutches and using walkers. People who are unable to climb the steps but begged those of us in the aisles to take their names up there for them. At one point it was seven or eight deep on the stage. There were lines. We had to wait. It took a while. Almost four thousand total stickers. Well over five thousand different names. And we cried and we smiled and we hugged and we patted backs and we helped each other with stickers. We stood together and gazed at this wall of names. And then we prayed.

It was powerful. It was inspiring. I pray that God was glorified. I pray that we grew closer together as a church family as we realized that we are all carrying similar burdens. I pray that our faith was strengthened as we realized together that 1) only God can fix the people and circumstances that bring us so much sorrow and 2) it really is his holy will to do just that!

More than 5,000 names

We can’t fix these people. We’ve tried. We’ve tried everything. Only God can change hearts and renew a person’s mind. “O Sovereign Lord, you alone know.” That’s what Ezekiel says. So we give these loved ones to God. In faith. And prayer.

“I tell you the truth, a time is coming and has now come when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God and those who hear will live.” ~John 5:25

Peace,

Allan

Tough Prayer

I am no longer my own, but yours.
Put me to what you will, rank me with whom you will;
put me to doing, put me to suffering.
Let me be employed for you or laid aside by you,
enabled for you or brought low by you.
Let me be full, let me be empty.
Let me have all things, let me have nothing.
I freely and heartily yield all things
to your pleasure and disposal.
And now, O glorious and blessed God,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
you are mine, and I am yours. So be it.
And the covenant which I have made on earth,
let it be ratified in heaven.
Amen.

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