Author: Allan (Page 246 of 492)

Eager to Do What is Good

ServantSongsSeriesThere are several places in the gospels where Jesus tells us to fear God. But in those same paragraphs, in that same context each time, Jesus reminds us that we are worth so much more to God than what we might think. We are worth more than the sparrows he tenderly protects. We’re worth more to him than all of nature for which he so faithfully provides. “Don’t be afraid,” Jesus says, “Your Father has been pleased to give you the Kingdom” (Luke 12:32).

We live in the grace of God, in the grace of his faithful promises. We live in his love. We’ve been given everything he has. What could possibly hold us back? How could I ever be content with just sitting on the bench? I can’t. Much is demanded of someone living in God’s grace.

“The grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all people. It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in this present age, while we wait for the blessed hope — the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good.” ~Titus 2:11-14

God’s grace teaches us how to live. And it’s not like everybody else. It’s different. Much more is demanded.

God’s grace does not call you to lay in front of the TV at night. The Spirit is not stirring you to take a big family vacation this summer. Christ’s love is not compelling you to spend this weekend cleaning out the garage (that’s your wife!). Now, none of those things are wrong. But please notice that we’re very quick to prioritize and rationalize our hobbies and our entertainment, but we’re very slow to embrace the high demands of life in the grace of God.

When you live in God’s matchless grace, you don’t just walk through practice and show up for the games. And you’re certainly not just sitting on the bench. God’s gifts compel you to do. God’s grace motivates you to act. To move. To give. to sacrifice. To be active and out there in the middle of it more and more and more each day, not less. You do not get into the Hebrew 11 Faith Ring of Honor by sitting on the couch. Or on your pew.

By faith Noah built an ark. By faith Abraham obeyed and went. By faith Abraham offered Isaac. By faith Moses left Egypt. By faith the people passed through the Red Sea. By faith Rahab welcomed the spies.

And don’t tell me, “Yeah, but I’m not Abraham” or “I’m not Moses.” Because you are. The heroes in the Bible are just like you. They’re exactly like you. A mess of noble intentions and horrible choices. Terribly inconsistent. A fluid cocktail of loyalty and rebellion. A patchwork quilt of ultimate highs and miserable lows. Those people in Hebrews 11 show us lots of good and lots of bad. Just like you. And me. But our God has always chosen to do his greatest work through people just like you and me.

James says Elijah was a man just like us. And he was! He was just as capable of whining and pouting as he was of boldly standing up to 450 murderous prophets of Ba’al. Same with Peter and Jacob, John and Joshua, Mary and Ruth.

When you’re gifted by God’s blessings and protected by God’s grace, it’s never about doing everything exactly right as much as it is about doing something. In God’s grace, you don’t hold back or sit out because you might mess something up or get something wrong. The key is not success. The key is faithfulness.

Peace,

Allan

Evangelicalism or Christianism?

FlagsI shudder whenever I hear someone I know use the word “evangelical” to describe themselves or their church. The word has been used to describe the Churches of Christ, it’s been used to describe Central, and it’s been used to describe the partnership between the four downtown churches here in Amarillo.

But it’s not a religious term anymore. It’s not even a Christian term anymore. It hasn’t been for a while. It’s been misused and re-defined and hijacked by the politicians and the media in the United States for so long now that it’s become a purely secular word. I refuse to use the term to describe myself or any branch of God’s Church. Last week I regrettably took a phone call from a pollster who promised a three minute questionnaire who badgered me into labeling Central either “evangelical” or “mainstream.” I told him over and over that we reject both labels.

For the past several years it’s been clear to me that the word “evangelical” actually means Christians who want to use the cause of Christ to validate their own un-Christ-like methods to win elections and change laws and force their values and beliefs on others. Using the term “evangelical” ties you and me and your church to the politics of the groups who use fear and force and ugly language to get their way.

I’ve had a difficult time articulating this in a concise way (those of you who read or listen to me regularly might say that particular problem is not limited to this topic). But last week a good friend of mine forwarded me an article written by Skye Jethani that does it very well.

Skye reminds us that in 1989 David Bebbington identified four characteristics that defined evangelicalism:

Biblicalism: a high regard for the Bible
Crucicentrism: a focus on the atonement of Christ through the cross
Conversionism: a commitment to proclaiming the gospel
Activism: a belief that the gospel should change one’s life and the world

That sounds right. That sounds like me. It sounds like my church and probably you and your church, too. But, wait. A majority of African Americans are “evangelicals.” They believe and practice everything that represents the true definition. But because African Americans vote heavily for Democratic candidates, the media will not refer to them as “evangelicals.” The term is purely political now. “Evangelical” means Republican. “Evangelical” means guns and lower taxes and immigration reform and repealing Obamacare.

There are lots of reasons this matters so much. But one of the reasons summarized by Jethani — this reason is discussed at length in every “unchristian” and “You Lost Me” type of book that’s been written in the past fifteen years — is that our young people now identify traditional Christianity with right wing American politics. Young people are not leaving the Church because they reject Christ Jesus as Lord, they’re leaving the Church because they reject the angry politics that seem to go along with it. Jethani rightly notes that “those raised in the evangelical tradition under the age of 40 have no experience of Christianity apart from conservative Republican politics.” Millennials, a couple of generations younger than me, now associate “evangelical” with Donald Trump, Ted Cruz, Sarah Palin, and the NRA.

A dozen years ago, Andrew Sullivan attempted to coin a new word to describe this: Christianism.

“I have a new term for those on the fringes of the religious right who have used the Gospels to perpetuate their own aspirations for power, control and oppression: Christianists. They are as anathema to true Christians as the Islamists are to true Islam.”

What Sullivan saw as a fringe minority then has sadly become almost mainstream today. That Christians can show such foam-mouthed enthusiasm for somebody like Donald Trump is flabbergasting. To quote Jethani:

“There is almost nothing in Mr. Trump’s character, story, agenda, or candidacy that finds alignment with Scripture, the cross, the gospel, or personal / social transformation (Bebbington’s evangelical markers in simpler terms). However, his ‘Make America Great Again’ slogan, along with his maligning of women, immigrants, and all ‘losers’ while triumphantly holding up a Bible, fits Christianism perfectly. Trump, unlike the increasingly unpopular voices of orthodox evangelicalism, is giving the people what they want — a gun wielding, aggressive, capitalist Jesus who builds walls and kills terrorists.”

It’s a good article. I wish you would read it.

And, look, you know my position on all this. Every Christian who votes in these national elections are voting for the lesser of all the evils. Most Christian voters will admit it. We’re not looking at one good party and one bad party. It’s not one party is righteous and one party is evil. It’s one big evil worldly system. The whole system is opposed to the name and manner of Jesus. The whole system is coming down when our true King returns to reign in all his power and glory. So, vote if you must, but don’t act like your campaigning and voting for these politicians is some act of holy righteousness or will of God. In his last speech last night, Ted Cruz told his supporters at a rally in Iowa to “caucus tomorrow for righteousness!”

Yuk.

The United States is not going to be changed by votes or parties. It’s not going to be saved by force of numbers or force of rhetoric. It’s going to be saved by Christ Jesus along with the rest of the world. And his way is about love and forgiveness, sacrifice and service. And peace. Let your Christianity be defined by those things. Let your congregation be characterized by those things. “Evangelical” and “Christian” are not the same thing anymore.

Peace,

Allan

Twenty Years Ago Today

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January 28, 1996. Bill Clinton was president. The first Toy Story was in theaters along with Braveheart and Apollo 13. Full House was still on TV. Cal Ripken, Jr. was still playing for the Orioles. People were dancing to The Macarena. Seriously.

Carrie-Anne and I had one daughter back then. Whitney was about to turn three.

January 28, 1996 — twenty years ago today — is the last time the Dallas Cowboys played in a Super Bowl.January28Again

Thank you, Jerry Wayne.

A lot has happened since then. The DVD has been invented. You’re no longer rewinding the movies before returning them to Blockbuster. Cameras no longer use film. Facebook has been invented. Since January 28, 1996, an estimated 1.58-billion people have been born on this planet. Carrie-Anne and I have had two daughters since then who have both obtained drivers licenses. But the Cowboys have not been to a Super Bowl.

Atlanta has been to a Super Bowl since then. The Bears have played in the Super Bowl since then. So have the Saints and Tampa Bay. Tennessee, the Rams, Philadelphia, Carolina, the Seahawks. Even the Oakland Raiders have played in a Super Bowl in the past twenty years. But not the Cowboys.

Every single team in the NFC has played in a Super Bowl in the past twenty years except for four: Washington, Minnesota, Detroit, and the Cowboys.

Thank you, Jerry Wayne.

The Texas Rangers have been to two World Series. The Dallas Stars have been to two Stanley Cup Finals. The Dallas Mavericks have been to the NBA Finals twice. The Texas Longhorns have played for two national championships.

January28GreenThe Cowboys are 162-158 since January 28, 1996. They’ve qualified for a divisional playoff game only four times in those twenty years, losing all four.

Since January 28, 1996: Barry Switzer, Chan Gailey, Dave Campo, Bill Parcells, Wade Phillips, Jason Garrett. No Super Bowls.

Randall Cunningham, Anthony Wright, Quincy Carter, Ryan Leaf, Clint Stoerner, Chad Hutchinson, Vinny Testaverde, Drew Henson, Drew Bledsoe, Tony Romo. No Super Bowls.

Twenty years ago today seems like a long, long time ago.

Peace,

Allan

Bad Investment

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There’s an old Taco Bueno at Bell Street and I-40 here in Amarillo, just a couple of miles from my house. And it’s got death written all over it. The paint is peeling and the window blinds don’t work. They don’t replace the light bulbs on the inside or the outside. I’ve been there twice when they’ve told me they’ve run out of taco meat. There’s never anybody in the drive thru. When we eat inside, there’s usually only one other person or couple in there eating with us.

There used to be three Taco Buenos in Amarillo, but now there’s only one. With the Fuzzy’s Taco and now the third Rosa’s location and the unexplainable local obsession with Taco Villa, this last remaining Taco Bueno is in trouble. The first one closed about five years ago, the second one about two years ago, and this last one closest to my house just feels doomed. It’s right on the interstate, it’s in the busy southwest part of town, and it’s got a big parking lot. But it just feels like it’s not going to make it.

I wouldn’t invest anything in this Taco Bueno. I pull in from time to time to grab a couple of beef Muchacos on the way to a meeting. It’s a nice place to stop on the way home when we don’t feel like cooking. But I wouldn’t put any of my money or energy into that place looking for some kind of long term return. It’s not going to last. It’s dying. It’s a bad investment.

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I’ve seen strip malls that have death written all over them. One nail salon, one computer repair store, and a dozen empty windows and store fronts. Weeds in the alley, broken glass on the sidewalk, one car in the parking lot. Would you invest in that strip mall? No. It’s not going to last. It’s dying. It’s a bad investment.

Why are you investing so much in the upcoming presidential election? Why are you expending so much of your energy into it? Why does it seem your very identity is wrapped up in who wins and who loses? Why are you pouring your money into it? Why are you giving so much of yourself to this campaign season and election? Your thoughts, your emotions, your feelings, your very heart and soul — why are you investing so much of yourself into the government of this country and the people who run it?

It’s not going to last. It’s dying. It’s a bad investment.

Politicians are not going to save this country. Policies and laws, platforms and promises are not going to change this world. Political power and parties and polls are not going to change a thing. This country and this world will not be won by votes or armies, by policies or partisanship, by sound strategies or brutal violence. Our Lord Jesus, our risen and coming King, is the only One who will save anything. He alone can change the world.

His politics are love and humility. His policies are service and sacrifice. His way is about mercy and grace and forgiveness and peace.

Christ Jesus is right now today overtaking and overthrowing all the world’s governments, including that of the United States. His reign will ultimately prevail. His rule will eventually win the day. All the governments of this world, including that of the United States, are not going to last. They’re dying. It’s a bad investment.

Why not invest your money and your time and energy into the politics of our King, which are completely opposite of and opposed to the politics of this world? Instead of wrapping your identity in the cloak of a donkey or an elephant, instead of hanging your hopes on a party or a politician, why not give yourself wholly to our Lord and his policies of love and peace? It’s the difference between a bad investment and a good investment.

Peace,

Allan

Blessing the Blasingames

BlasingameWeddingNov23-1940Do you know anybody who’s been married 75 years? Do you know a couple who exchanged their wedding vows before World War II? I wish you knew Odell and Doris Blasingame.

Odell and Doris were married November 23, 1940. She was sixteen and he was nineteen. He first saw her during a softball game. He was walking by, only mildly interested in what was happening on the field, on his way to somewhere else, when Doris hit a stand-up triple. He was so impressed that he said out loud to a couple of friends, “I’m going to marry her!” If you ask Odell today if he was more moved by Doris’ great beauty or by her athletic feat, he’ll answer, “Both!”

Do you know anybody who’s been married for that long?

BlasingamesNowWe know Odell and Doris. They are long, long, long time members here at Central, for almost thirty years. They are faithful in every sense of the word. Important. Beloved. Regular members of the Bible class I’ve been blessed to teach for the past six or seven weeks. Odell always tells funny stories and at least one prepared joke at the beginning of every class. Doris sits by his side and alternately grimaces and laughs. She pushes his wheelchair. He adores her and lavishes her with praise. There’s nobody who knows them who doesn’t love them.

We took the time during our worship assembly this past Sunday to honor this precious couple. Of course, they received a standing ovation that went embarrassingly long. We gave them a couple of commemorative T-shirts and I told the church a little bit of their story. When I told the softball story, I concluded by musing, “Even before their very first date, Doris was already at third base!” Come on, pick your jaw up off the ground; that’s a good line.

I asked Doris the secret to staying together for so many years and she said the key was to take everything one day at a time, to which she added, “And when you say ‘I do,’ that means forever!” When I asked them for any advice they wanted to give to the newlyweds of our church (those who’ve only been married for 30 or 40 years) Odell offered, “Just do whatever she says!” It was priceless.

BlassingamesDiamondSince the 75th anniversary is traditionally the Diamond Anniversary, I told them that the church wanted to give them some diamonds. And I pulled the gifts out of a bag and handed them to them one at a time: one gallon of Red Diamond Iced Tea, two cans of Blue Diamond Almonds, and a CD containing forty two of Neil Diamond’s Greatest Hits.

We clapped again and several people walked over to hug Odell and Doris as I reminded the congregation of how blessed we are to be in the same church family as the Blasingames. We’re honored just to know these two. Their love and devotion to each other, the ways they support and take care of each other, the sacrifice and service they give to each other — it’s a true reflection of the love God has for his Son and the love Christ has for his Church. Their marriage is a daily expression of the Gospel. When people see their marriage, they see a living illustration of God’s faithful love and fidelity to his people. And it’s beautiful.

Congratulations, Odell and Doris. We love you so much. May the blessings of heaven continue to crown your marriage with increasing joy and peace.

Allan

Happy 19, Valerie

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No official birthday party. No sleepover with all your buddies on sleeping bags in the living room. No special breakfast. No huge surprise gift wrapped with colorful paper and a fancy bow. Maybe a check in the mail from a grandparent. Maybe a transfer of funds from mom and dad for a big girl trip to the mountains with college friends. Welcome to almost complete full-on adulthood, daughter. Today, you’re nineteen.

Today begins your last year of being a teenager. Maybe the last year I can keep on pretending you’re still a little girl. Maybe the last year you’ll ask me to have lunch with you, or want to ride home with me from church, or tell me you want to go skiing with me. Ah, you’re growing up fast! Fast!!!

I don’t see you as much as I used to and, honestly, it’s a little weird for me. Letting go, pushing you out, telling you to follow your dreams and, at the same time, trying to pay close attention and still parent you and still watch out for you and protect you, if even from a distance, is proving to be a difficult task for me.

But, I’m learning.

BabyBlueI’m learning by God’s grace that you do not belong to me. God created you in his holy image and you belong to him. That’s a tough lesson, one I’ve stubbornly refused to accept. But it’s true. You don’t belong to me. God made you and he created you to be a certain kind of person. And my attempts over the past nineteen years to shape you into the person I want you to be have not always been in harmony with God’s plans. I’ve made plenty of mistakes. I admit, sweetie, that I don’t understand all of this. But you are who God made you to be. And, for some reason — I’m assuming he just really loves me and wanted to bless me — he gave you to us as a gift. We’ve got you only for a little while. We’re charged with loving you and teaching you and protecting you and keeping you safe. We’re ordained as your parents to train you and nurture you in the ways of our Lord. But I cannot, nor should I ever try, to make you into someone you’re not. You’re going to be who God made you to be, to his glory and praise. And the times I’ve tried to make you something else — please forgive me.

Senior7I’m learning more how to just enjoy you. What a blessing you are to me, Valerie. How I smile when I think about you. How I burst with joy when I watch you interacting with little kids or messing around with your friends. How my soul soars when I hear you pray. How my heart swells with pride when others comment to me about how beautiful and talented and sweet you are. How much happiness you bring to your mother and me!

I am so very proud of you, daughter. I’m honored to be your dad. I will always move heaven and earth to protect you. I will always do whatever is necessary to provide for you. And I will always relish every moment I get to spend in conversation with you. But I’ll try not to force it. As you grow and become everything our God has created you to be, I’ll try to let the game come to me more now.

I love you. Happy Birthday, Val.

Dad

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