Author: Allan (Page 454 of 493)

Carry Each Other's Burdens

“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” ~Galatians 6:2

CarryingCrossIt’s clear that the fourth Servant Song in the book of Isaiah (52:13-53:12) points forward to Christ Jesus. The passage carries the theme of the other three songs (42:1-9, 49:1-7, & 50:4-11) that the servant of God is chosen by God, equipped by God, and assigned by God to fulfill God’s mission of bringing salvation to the world. The servant belongs to God. He’s ordained by God to bring justice and salvation to God’s people. And all four songs express guarantees from God that God’s chosen way of the servant will not fail. It will succeed. God will make sure of it.

As children of God and as followers of the Christ, we are also the servant described in the four songs. We are also chosen by God, called and equipped and empowered and ordained by God to be his vehicle of bringing justice and salvation to a sin-broken world. And it’s easy to draw the comparisons and parallels in the first three songs. The identification of the servant is ambiguous. Generic. It’s simple to say and believe that we’re able to live into the servant of those first three passages.

But what about the fourth?

Most of us know a lot of the fourth song by memory. The words and the rhythms of the verses almost soothe us with their familiarity.

Despised and rejected by men. A man of sorrows and familiar with suffering. Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows. He was pierced for our transgressions. Crushed for our iniquities. He bore the sin of many.

So the servant bore our sufferings. It’s for our transgressions, for our iniquities, that he suffered. The servant suffered in our place. The servant serves God in serving the sinner by taking the sinner’s place, by doing for the sinner what the sinner can’t do for himself.

That’s Jesus, not me.

Yes. And No.

Yes, that’s Jesus. But as a child of God and a follower of his Son, it’s you, too. And it’s me.

Yes, the suffering and death of Jesus is definitive and complete. But there’s more. And the more has to do with our participation in that suffering and death. The cross at Calvary where all the Isaiah 53 imagery really comes into focus is unrepeatable. But cross-bearing is not.

The servant in Isaiah—and Jesus as the ideal servant—willingly gives up his rights, willfully gives up his life so that others might have life. As his followers, as his imitators, we’re called to walk down the same road. Isn’t that what we do when we offer our bodies as living sacrifices? Isn’t this what Paul meant in Galatians 6:2?

It’s much easier to tell people where to get relief from their burdens. It’s easier to point people to help, to write a check, to make a call, to drive somebody somewhere and drop them off. That way, we don’t become involved with them. There’s no pain. No risk. No chance of suffering.

But that’s not the way of the Isaiah servant. That’s not the way of our Lord. Jesus didn’t tell us where to take our burdens. He took them.

“To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.” ~1 Peter 2:21

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Check out this 30-second video. It’s a quick little news story about a softball game last month between Western Oregon University and Central Washington State. I think it has meaning to this idea of bearing each other’s burdens. Even if it doesn’t relate perfectly, it’s a really cool story. Just click here to get the video. It’s on Jeff Christian’s blog from the Glenwood Church in Tyler.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

RangersPlayoffLogoThe Rangers have won six series in a row. The last time that happened was in ’99. A playoff year. A Johnnie Oates year. Could it be…?

I think the Stars have a better chance of beating Detroit in four straight.

Peace,

Allan

Pastor or Cheerleader?

A couple of lines in a quick little interview with Eugene Peterson in World Magazine this month, brought to me last week by David Watson (thank you, brother), really have me thinking. Peterson’s not serving as the pastor of that big Presbyterian church in Baltimore anymore. He’s retired, sort of, living with his wife in a cabin on a mountain lake in Montana.

These two paragraphs right in the middle of the article intrigue me, especially as they relate to the current church culture in most metropolitan areas of the Bible belt, specifically in Dallas-Fort Worth, particularly here at Legacy.

“At his suburban church in Maryland, Peterson pastored people who ‘were rootless,’ lacking ‘generational continuity where they lived.’ So he spent a lot of time ‘thinking about, praying about how to make this a place where people feel relationally connected.’ Instead of offering non-stop activities, Peterson’s church had a ‘quiet order of worship’ that sought to draw people into the gospel story. When newcomers asked what activities his church offered, he’d speak of worship on Sunday, and ‘if you’d let me be your pastor I’d help you learn not to want so much activity.’

Peterson sympathizes with pastors who complain about the demands people make: ‘In this American culture they feel very competitive. Pastors feel that people want action.’ He challenges them: ‘Do you want to be their pastor or their cheerleader? It’s a desecration of the pastoral vocation to commodify it, to turn the church into a consumer place.'”

You already know, I cringe when I hear my own brothers and sisters judge our church family or judge other churches based on what new exciting program is offered, what new exciting technology is being used, and / or what new exciting worship element is being experienced. It’s even worse, much worse, when ministers and elders use that criteria to inform their pastoring and decision-making. In some cases, the spirituality of a body of believers is judged based on these programs, technologies, and worship practices.

More, more, more. Turn it up. Louder. Faster. Brighter. Bigger. Flashier. Fancier. What am I going to get out of this? Are my kids going to love it? Why should I come to your church? Why should I stay at your church? More. More. More.

We’ve just started again our quarterly “Legacy 101” class on Sunday mornings, a three-week course designed to introduce new members and visitors to our church family. This past Sunday I spent the entire 30-minutes talking about ministries at Legacy—not programs and classes to minister to them, but opportunities for them to serve and minister to others.

We held another training session last night for new Small Groups Co-Leaders and it gave us another chance to tell our leader-couples, “It’s not about you.” For our leaders, Small Groups is never about what they’re going to get out of it, what benefits they’re going to receive. It’s always about the ways they can serve and minister to the other half of our congregation who are not involved, not connected, not feeling like family here. We multiply to include more people. We multiply to serve and minister to more people.

And, for the most part, we all understand that. The new members of our church in that Legacy 101 session Sunday spoke much more about using their gifts and abilities to serve others than about what we can do for them. The new leaders of the multiplied groups talked much more last night about reaching out to their brothers and sisters in this church and to the lost of the community than they did about personal comfort levels and their own needs.

Peterson doesn’t cry out against activity. He cries out against activity for activity’s sake. Busyness. Entertainment. Diversion. He laments the kinds of things I hear increasingly more, not just from our church members but, from ministers and elders: we have to add this so more people will come, we have to add that so people won’t leave, we have to start doing this or begin offering that to keep everybody happy.

We have tons of activities at this place, something here almost every day and night. And I’d like to see us doing even more, but only when those activities are designed to equip and empower our people to serve and minister to others; when the focus is outward, not inward; when the emphasis is on you, not me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jim Edgmon sent this to me. Enjoy.

4-28atthebank.bmp

Peace,

Allan

Potluck Success!

I’ve been accused over the past couple of weeks of having no faith. It was said repeatedly that I was “concerned” that we wouldn’t be able to pull off a big potluck dinner here at Legacy. Technically, it never was concern or lack of faith. I was merely offering reminders and challenges to a group of people who hadn’t done anything like we were asking in at least seven or eight years.

Wow!

We do know how to do a potluck at Legacy!

EnoughFood   Eating   MoreEating 

We overwhelmed each other and our guests from Detroit at last night’s dinner. Tables and tables of food, casseroles and desserts, salads and breads, cakes and pies, crockpots and pie pans. What a feast! The green bean casserole requirements were met as were the banana pudding clauses. More than enough food. And every bit of it was wonderful. What a blessing to be able to sacrifice and to share with others what God has used to bless us. The fellowship and the visiting and the atmosphere was absolutely perfect. It just felt like one huge family. It is one huge family!

RochesterCollegeACappellaChorusAnd then the concert by the Rochester College A Cappella Chorus just blew us away. They wowed us with several powerful and complex 16th and 17th century hymns arranged by the likes of Johannes Brahms and Antonio Estevez. They inspired us with familiar traditional American choral classics such as “Ride On, King Jesus!” And they got us snapping our fingers and tapping our toes to a few African-American spirituals like “Same Train” and “Ezekul Saw De Wheel.” It’s such a blessing to see how GodNearly300Attendance has gifted these students with such beautiful voices and amazing talents. And so inspirational to see and hear them use those gifts to the glory of our Father.

(Separated at birth: Rochester Chorus Director Joe Bentley and our very own John West)

Joe&John

 Dawn&JessicaWe were honored to host a couple of the students, Jessica and Dawn, for two nights at Stanglin Manor. We got home after the concert at about 9:30 last night and sat down to watch the Stars-Red Wings Game Three. We DVRd it. So, flipping through the commercials and intermissions, we still finished it by around 11:30. Of course, Dawn came downstairs to the living room wearing her Red Wings shirt. So Whitney, naturally, ran back up to her room and emerged in a couple of minutes wearing her Stars shirt and Stars pajama pants. We enjoyed a lot of good natured back-and-forth ribbing and taunting for the first HockeyGals30-minutes. But once Dallas gave up that breakaway goal 37-seconds after tying the game at 1-1, it was over. The Red Wings are clearly the better team. Jessica and Dawn were gracious winners. I’m not so sure about Calvin and some of the other guys in the chorus who were taunting me with Red Wings chants before and during dinner and with broom-sweeping motions from the back of the auditorium while I was trying to close us out with a prayer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brian&JasmineHere are a few pictures from Brian and Jasmine’s wedding last weekend in Marble Falls. Two super-sweet kids. Two great and godly families. And tons of catching up with a bunch of wonderful friends. Does a wedding count if a youth minister performs the ceremony? As always, click on the pic to get the full size.

TwoFamilies  David&ZaneHorsingAroundDuringPics DownTheAisle JimmyShayMitchell

Hooking up with the three Burdett girls, Morgan and Madison and Meredith, was the highlight of the trip for our gals.

SixGirls   AtWedding 

And praise God for the Calderon family! What a tremendous blessing they are to all of us at Legacy! Manuel and Yvina are working with our Spanish-speaking brothers and sisters here. They are both generous and sacrificial servants for our Lord and his Kingdom. And they and their two precious daughters are in our Stanglin-Bonner small group. And we were all blessed when Manuel baptized their oldest child, Sofia, into Christ in front of the entire body of believers here Sunday morning. Congratulations, Sofia! We love y’all!

Sofia’sBaptism Manuel&Sofia Sofia

 Peace,

Allan

Ethel Merman as Peninnah

I have Red Wings fans sleeping in my house.

The Rochester College A Cappella Chorus, from just outside Detroit, is performing here at Legacy this evening as part of their spring tour through the south and southwest. And we’re housing a couple of these students for two nights at Stanglin Manor. Jessica and Dawn. Two sweet, talented, ambitious young ladies who display good manners and make great grades. Their parents, I’m sure are very proud of them. But it occured to me as we pulled out of the church parking lot at just after 9:00 last night that they may be Red Wings fans. So I casually asked them if they, indeed, were.

They hesitated. They looked at each other. It was like they were waiting for the other to speak.

And that was enough.

I came to a screeching halt right there in the center lane of Mid-Cities Boulevard. Carrie-Anne was embarrassed. Our three girls were delighted. I needed to know. We weren’t going to drive another inch until we had resolved this most important of matters.

Yes, they are Red Wings fans. But they are gracious and, almost, apologetic. They’re both from right there in that greater Detroit / Indiana region. (Is Indiana in the Detroit region?) And they don’t put on their shoes until after they put on their “sacks.” So I figure they can’t help it. I don’t fault Steelers fans who grew up in Pennsylvania or hold grudges against Redskins fans from Virginia. They can’t help it.

But it was good to get it out in the open. We’ve acknowledged our differences. And we’re all OK with it. The Stars and Wings drop the puck in tonight’s critical Game Three at 7:00. The Rochester concert won’t be over until about 9:00. Thanks to DVR—next to air-conditioning, the second greatest invention in the history of the world—the puck drops at our place at around 9:30.

Go Stars.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yes, if they made a movie about the first chapter of 1 Samuel, Ethel Merman would play Peninnah.

BackSeatGriper

As I prepared last week for yesterday’s sermon on the story of Hannah, I couldn’t help but think about Ethel Merman’s character in It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. She was incessant in her derision of her son-in-law, played by Milton Berle. Always screaming at him. Always complaining. Always telling him how lousy he was.

EthelMerman

Peninnah treated Hannah the same way. Year after year, the Scriptures say. On and on it went. She provoked Hannah, the Bible says, until Hannah wept and even stopped eating.

Ethel Merman would make a great Peninnah. I’d cast Donna Reed as Hannah. And probably Jimmy Stewart as Elkanah. His heart was in the right place. But I see him as a bumbling kind of clumsy husband. In response to Hannah’s depression over being barren, Elkanah basically says, “Cheer up, babe! You’ve got ME! What else could you possibly want?”

Have you ever said something like that to your wife?

Don’t.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’sAMadMadMadMadWorldAlmost a dozen of you have emailed me today regarding my references in yesterday’s sermon to Ethel Merman and It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. Thank you for your genuine, yet obviously twisted, appreciation.

A couple of you have also asked about the Mother’s Day article on the front of yesterday’s bulletin. You can get a copy of it by clicking here.

Peace,

Allan

I Rejoice In Your Salvation

In 1 Samuel 1-2 we find the story of Hannah, ridiculed and disgraced, distressed and embarrassed by her barenness. But in answer to her prayers born of deep sorrow and steadfast faith, the Lord blessed Hannah with a son. And, in return, acknowledging that her child was a gracious gift from God, Hannah sacrificially gave him back.

As she sings a song of prayer and praise and thanksgiving to God, one clear theme emerges: the sovereignty of the Lord as evidenced by the reversal of fortunes.

“The bows of the warriors are broken,
but those who stumbled are armed with strength.
Those who were full hire themselves out for food,
but those who are hungry hunger no more.
She who was barren has borne seven children,
but she who has had many sons pines away.
The Lord brings death and makes alive;
he brings down to the grave and raises up.
The Lord sends poverty and wealth;
he humbles and he exalts.”
~1 Samuel 2:4-7

 This reversal of fortunes theme is also used by Jesus to describe the coming of the Kingdom of God.

“The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is preached to the poor.” ~Matthew 11:5

And isn’t this exactly what God through Christ has done for us? He has turned our lives completely around. He has totally reversed our fortunes.

“As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins…But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgression—it is by grace you have been saved.” ~Ephesians 2:1-5.

As a result, we sing today with the mother of Samuel, “My heart rejoices in the Lord…I rejoice in your salvation.” ~1 Samuel 2:1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The family and I are headed down to Marble Falls this afternoon for a wedding tonight at the city’s beautiful Lakeside Pavilion. Jasmine and Brian, two great kids who were in our youth group down there when I was going to school in Austin, high school sweethearts (maybe Junior High, too, I’m not sure), and wonderful disciples of Christ are tying the knot and then heading to Lubbock where he’s stationed in the military and she’s enrolled at Lubbock Christian University.

GrumpyJasmine was two-years-old when Carrie-Anne and I first moved to Marble Falls in ’91. When we left for Memphis in ’98 she was nine. When we returned to Marble Falls in ’05 for Austin Grad, she had turned into a beautiful, smart, talented, funny, high school sophomore. She babysat for us. We went to WinterFest together. We cheered her on as she marched and played in the Mustang High School Band. Our girls love her.

JamarWe met Brian for the first time in that summer of ’05. And they were already well along in their courtship. Brian’s the most sensitive and caring and kind-hearted and generous young man you’d ever want to know. Very funny. Sarcastic with a dry wit. Self-deprecating at every turn. And he would say he doesn’t know what that means. Hard-working. The first to sign up for a service project and the last to leave. And I’ll forever remember Brian for being king of the duct tape. He put duct tape on and around everything. He used camo duct tape to decorate the door to the storage room in the church youth house. I’ll be shocked if part of his tuxedo tonight isn’t held together in some way by duct tape.

I’ll also be surprised if he’s not wearing the shirt you see in this picture. This was taken in downtown Dallas when I had set Brian up by pointing him out to a street vendor selling roses. I think Brian wore that shirt every other day during the entire two years we were together. TrickRoseInDallas

Brian and Jasmine both come from wonderful Christian families. Strong mothers and fathers who submit everything to our Lord. Loving and supportive siblings. Brian and Jasmine are also both dedicated to serving our God and his Kingdom all the days of their lives. And we wish for them nothing but God’s richest blessings as they embark on the rest of their lives together.

Jimmy Mitchell, our youth minister in Marble Falls when we were there, is performing the ceremony tonight. And it’ll be great to see him and his wife, Elizabeth, and their sweet baby girl again. It’s been almost a year. We’re actually all looking forward to the trip. We can’t wait to see all of our great friends and catch up with everybody down there.

Go Stars.

Allan

Remember Me

CommunionIconFollowing this past Sunday’s wonderful communion time with our Legacy church family, I’m gaining the courage and confidence needed to jump right into a five or six weeks sermon series on the multi-faceted aspects of our Lord’s Supper. I’m convinced that Christians in the Churches of Christ—this may be true of all Christians in God’s Kingdom, it’s just that the only first-hand experience I really have is in the C of C—know when to take the Lord’s Supper, we’re just not sure why.

The Lord’s Supper, as presented in the New Testament and as celebrated by God’s Church through the centuries, has always been a deeply meaningful ritual representing layers and layers of imagery and ideas. The Lord’s Supper, shared by God’s people on the Lord’s Day in memory of our Savior, stands for the unity of the Church. It recalls the ministry and the teachings of the earthly meals of Jesus, both pre-resurrection and post-resurrection. It looks forward with breathless anticipation to the wedding feast of the Lamb when all of God’s people will be gathered from the four corners of time and space Wine&Breadto sit at the heavenly table in eternity. It celebrates the power of the resurrection and the hope we have in that Holy Spirit power that brought Jesus out of the tomb. Communion re-enacts the timeless salvation history of our Father who delivers his people from bondage over and over again. It represents the diversity of the Lord’s body and the universal call to all of creation to be saved: “All things are ready, come to the Feast!” And, yes, it recalls the suffering and death of Jesus in the garden and on the cross and the tremendous sacrifice he made of his life on my behalf.

And for the life of me I can’t figure out why, with all of the joy and the celebration and the sharing and the communion that’s forever been a part of meal-time with God’s people, our Lord’s Supper times on Sundays are somber, sad, introspective funerals. Barely a Sunday morning communion time comes that I don’t want to stand up on my chair right in the middle of it and remind everybody, “Hey! He’s not on the cross anymore! He’s not in the tomb! He’s not dead! He’s alive!”

Breadc&CupThe suffering and death of Jesus was never a part of the Church’s Lord’s Supper until the middle of the 4th century. The priests and Church officials at that time began to focus solely on Jesus’ death and began to use grave and solemn language in their prayers and communion liturgies in an effort to control the thousands of pagans who found themselves in church on Sundays due to Constantine’s edict making Christianity mandatory. Church leaders used the Lord’s Supper to straighten out these non-Christian Christians. To scare them straight.

Why did the restoration movement restore everything, reform everything, except the Lord’s Supper?

I’m ready to enjoy and celebrate and declare to each other and to the world all the many images and ideas and truths that are found in our communion time together on Sundays.

And I pray you are, too.

For more info on the Church’s distortion of the Lord’s Supper, see a paper I wrote a couple of years ago by clicking on my resources page here. Go to “From Celebratory Feast to Solemn Service,” about halfway down the resource page.  

My great friend, Jim Gardner, also recently posted a few blog thoughts on the differences between remembering at communion a suffering and dying Jesus versus remembering the living and reigning Christ. You can check it out here.

Please be in thoughtful prayer regarding this all-important weekly ritual that’s intended by God to remind us of our relationship with him and our countless blessings from him through our Savior.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And I’ll leave you with this poem, also posted by Jim Gardner a couple of days ago:

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Not the lights or its decor.

But it was all the folks in heaven
who made me sputter and gasp —
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics, the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on Cloud-Nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal?
I would love to hear your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake!”

“And, why is everyone so quiet?
So somber? Give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” said He, “they’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.”

–Unknown

 Peace,

Allan

« Older posts Newer posts »